Pico x Boyfriend - High School AU

Chapter Fourteen - Storage Closet

Hello again my wonderful readers! :)

I'm alive, I swear! I ended up disappearing for a while after I caught Covid, and I'm super sorry about that! Life's just been hectic as fuck recently. But I'm back in full force with an update!! 

I've got a bit of a metaphorical chapter for you guys today... the whole closet thing kind worked out lmao. I thought it was a good idea for a scene, but lmk what you think. This one wasn't planned, more of a spur-of-the-moment kinda thing.

Quick note: this is unedited and written at midnight! Please, if you see any mistakes, leave a comment so I can fix it.

Stay safe everyone! I hope you all had a wonderful start to 2022!! :)

Best wishes,
-pipthegoat

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   Keith stumbled a bit as he and Pico made their way down the hallway, the ginger dragging him along a little more quickly than he was used to. His platforms kept tripping over themselves as they turned the corner.

  "Bep!" he yelped, nearly dropping the rolls of paper he clutched in his arms. At the noise Pico paused, gaze sliding to look at the little guy. The hand around Keith's shoulders tightened slightly to keep his friend upright.

   "Fuck, sorry," the ginger breathed, both hands reaching out to help rebalance the paper in Keith's arms. He grimaced. "God, I'm such an ass. Are you alright?"

   Keith nodded, noticing the slight tremor in Pico's hands but deciding against commenting, mostly due to the lack of ability to use his own hands in that moment. He couldn't really speak, considering they weren't in private, so Morse was their only option.

   "Let's... get these to the closet," Pico said with a strained smile, taking a couple of the rolls from Keith to tuck under his arm. Hands now free, Keith took the opportunity to tap a quick message to Pico's bicep.

   U good?

   The ginger's face scrunched. "Yeah, I'm alright. Just... just a little stressed, is all."

   A little? Tsk.

   This man looked like the fate of the world was resting on his broad, attractive shoulders.

   Damn, Keith never noticed how nice those shoulders looked before...

   He blushed. Dammit.

   Bumping the ginger's shoulder as he tried to mask his latest revelation, Keith gave him an expectant look. At the expression, Pico sighed and took the shrinking lollipop out of his mouth.

   "The school got ahold of my dads about my... well, firstly, the fights," he murmured. "They got pissy at me. Made me get pissy at them. We all blew up a bit. It's fine, just normal parent stuff. You know?"

   Keith frowned, considering this. He knew about the occasional scolding and yelling. But Pico seemed genuinely upset. As in, devastated. Emotionally wrecked.

   There was something missing.

   Something big.

   Before Keith had the chance to respond, Pico stopped in front of a plain, windowless door. He swung it open to reveal the inside of the storage closet, lined with shelves of art supplies and stationary, before stepping inside. The little guy followed suit, sidestepping his friend to put the papers in their usual spot. As he went to turn back around, however, he failed to account for his proximity to Pico.

   "Beep!" he squeaked as his back smacked into a firm chest, startling the ginger who promptly dropped his rolls of paper onto the ground. Rushing out unintelligible apologies, Keith shot to the floor, scooping them up in his arms only to drop them again on his way back up, bumping into Pico's thigh.