Shirazu is tormented by thoughts of his family so Saiko takes him out to cheer him up. Shiraiko feels appreciated (dead ship? nah. ghost ship.)

Gimme all the Shiraiko; it’s undead just like he will be hahahahaha sob

Saiko can tell that Shirazu is having one of those evenings.

The evenings where he paces around in his room, shows zero interest in Urie’s workouts, and if she listens really intently at his door, she can hear him cry and whisper prayers to every God he’s heard of. 

This calls for a Saiko-intervention. At the very least, she can cheer him with her tits. 

Saiko pushes open the door. “Shiragin?”

“Wh-what?” He stumbles to his feet, pretending he wasn’t just clicking through photos of his dying sister and crying.

“Your eyes are red,” she tells him, puffing up her chest. “C’mon. Let’s blow this joint.”

“I don’t smoke.” He looks horribly offended.

Saiko rolls her eyes. “It’s an expression, Shiragin! Let’s get out of this house for a bit.”

She grabs his hand and pulls him past Haise’s room, where Sensei is undoubtedly reading, downstairs, past Mutsuki counting Urie’s sit-ups and out the door. “We’re getting ice cream!”

“Did you see anything?” Shirazu asks quietly as she drags them into a store. He knows it’s futile to suggest that fatty ice cream will hinder their efforts.

“No, I didn’t see you crying.” 

“Saiko!”

“Hold on.” Saiko digs out a full pint of chocolate and pays for it. “Let’s go to the park.”

“And eat the whole thing?” He goggles at her.

“Don’t tell Urie. It’s what girls do when they’re upset, and I think we’re better for it.” She plops down on the grass and holds out a spoon. She doesn’t even have the dignity to sit on a bench. 

Shirazu gingerly takes the spoon and settles besides her.

“You know it’s okay to show your softer emotions, too? Silly man.” Saiko taps his nose, smearing chocolate on it.

“I’m scared,” he admits.

“Me too.” She leans her head on his shoulder. “Guess that’s why we got each other, then.”