Space Girl (Keith X Reader)

NITRO

Keith rushed down from the control room, giving me a shy hug.
"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Space Boy."

"Yo, Tummy Toucher!"
Pidge hollered.

I groaned loudly.
"What?"

"Nice job not beating up Lance."

"Thanks?"

I helped up Lance from the floor, and he wouldn't let go of my wrist. Keith narrowed his eyes at Lance.
"Get off, Lance."

"Why? You jealous?"
Lance jeered back.

Keith tore my hand away, and walked me quickly into the hallway.

"You're not jealous, are you?"

He hesitated.
"N-no! Of course not."

"If you were, would you admit it?"
I tested.

"Probably not."
He laughed.

"If you are, we can fight. If you want."
I offered.

"Wait, fight? No, no..."
His eyes widened.

"Isn't that why you're so salty when Lance talks to me?"
I raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

He fumbled for words.
"I'm not salty..."

"Alright, but if you want to train, don't hesitate to ask. I need the practice."

He nodded, and I walked off to find something to eat in the kitchen.