Keith Kogane x Reader One-Shots

33 - Miscommunication

Keith hated it. He hated the way his chest tightened and his jaw clenched when he saw them together, giggling and joking with each other. He hated that his arm constantly wrapped around her shoulder, and how he gave her delicate kisses on the forehead before they went to bed. Keith hated your relationship with Lance. What he didn't know, however, was that you were siblings, and it took a while for him to figure that out -- longer than he'd like to admit.

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"Hermano, can you come here a sec?", you beckoned Lance over, hands rubbing your temples as you huffed. Keith watched, peering over the top of his book, as the Cuban male quickly scurried to your side, hand rubbing your shoulder as you frowned.

"What's wrong, Princesa?", he asked, face level with yours. The ravenette resisted the urge to scoff. Princesa? Really?

"I have a headache. Can you get me some tablets from the cupboard, please?", you asked, voice soft.

"'Course I will. Lie down, okay?", he kissed your forehead and gave your shoulder one final squeeze before exiting the room, not noticing the eyes glaring daggers from a few feet away. From his spot, Keith heard you shift to lie down, head dangerously close to his thigh, making him jump.

"Sorry,", you muttered, shifting away before the boy had a chance to object or say that he didn't mind being your personal pillow because it was you. Biting his lip, he thought of something else to say while you shifted your arm under your head, trying to get comfortable.

"Feel better soon, y/n,", he murmured, placing his book down for a moment as he slid his jacket off, then gently lifted your head and placed it underneath, so that you'd have more support. "That might be more comfortable for you,", you grinned up at him, whispering a small "Thanks, Keith,", that made his cheeks burst into flames as he hurried to hide behind his book once more, scolding himself for blushing so easily. "You're, uh, you're welcome,"

"Princesa, I'm back,", an annoyingly familiar voice chirped, scurrying back into the room with his arms full of blankets and tablets that almost made Keith want to roll his eyes. But he couldn't. He knew Lance would clock it. So, instead, he clenched his jaw ever so slightly and returned to reading, though his mind still wandered to you.

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"Hey, guys,", you greeted, running a hand through your unkempt hair as you sat down at the breakfast table, stifling a yawn. Hunk, noticing your entrance, slid your plate over to you, and you grinned up at him tiredly. "Thanks, Hunk. Can someone pass me a water pouch, please?", Keith reached to get it for you, but Lance got there first, a broad smile on his face as you kissed his cheek in thanks. "Gracias, hermano,"

"No problem, manita,", he replied, digging into his own food, everyone else doing the same. Starving, you took a few mouthfuls, occasionally having a sip of the water your brother -- unbeknownst to those at the table -- had given you, not noticing the pair of violet eyes that stared longingly from a few seats away.

"Dude, you're so obvious,", Pidge whispered, nudging Keith's let with her own, making the boy jump before turning his head to scowl at her.

"I don't know what you're talking about,", he lied, taking another mouthful of his food, angrily clenching the spoon in his hand.

"Oh, please. You're so into y/n, it hurts to watch. Your eyes follow her like a lost puppy,", she commented, giving him a small smirk as she returned to her food. Heart racing at the thought of someone knowing about his crush on you, he froze, dropping his spoon into his bowl and attracting the attention of the others on the table. "What's the matter, Keith?"

"Shut up,", he grumbled, shooting her a look. "Sorry, guys. Carry on,", after staring at the evidently distressed boy for a few moments, they hesitantly returned to their idle chatter, leaving him to growl at Pidge, who breathed out a laugh. "I'm glad you find my misery funny,"