[ nope there is definitely no problem with shiro's interest. matt had always been short and cute and maybe a little bit delicate, even if shiro would be the first to deny that that meant anything. it was always just a physical fact, that shiro knew he could pick matt up and carry him if he had to. that shiro's hands would naturally span his waist and fit his hips just so. that matt would have to tilt his head up and shiro would have to lean down.

that shiro could lift matt against the wall and hold him there.

alright, maybe shiro did have a little bit of a thing about their size difference, even though matt's more curves than skinny teenager now. but that doesn't mean he has a right to anything, and it doesn't mean he wants to join what has to be a long line of bigger, stronger tormentors trying to take advantage of matt. and shiro literally has an extra body grafted onto his body, between the two of them he's the one most removed from being human. at least matt has recognizable human anatomy.

the tryst they'd had in the stall earlier isn't an indicator of preference, either, matt had been trying to do a favor to thank him. so he'd wanted to give him an exit strategy, a gentle one, just in case, except he fucked up because matt's giving him the eyes and he actually flinches a little bit, his coat shivering. ]

No! No, of course not-- I mean, of course I want you to stay, as long as you want, but you don't have to.

[ breathe shiro come on. his hooves lift and replace anxiously, quick-stepping in place, giving him away more than any human fidgeting ever would. ]

I don't want you to feel obligated, or uncomfortable. That's all.