Space Girl (Keith X Reader)

KEITH - THE MOON

I tossed the Gladiator to the side, pulling out my sword from its stomach as it crumpled on the floor.

"Keith?"

I turned around, sweaty and panting.
"Nitro! How do you feel?"

"I'm better, thanks. But you... you're really sweaty..." She laughed.

I rubbed the back of my neck, laughing along nervously.
"Heh... yeah, I guess..."

"Here. I found this."
She offered a water box to me, and I let my fingers brush against hers.

She let go, and I sighed.
"Hey, Nitro?"

"What's wrong, Keith?"

I burst, suddenly concerned.
"Nothing. I just... how do you feel? Are you okay now? Are you-"

"I'm feel fine."
She laughed out.

"No, I mean... about the Sun thing?"

"You heard?"
She said solemnly.

"Yeah, I did. And I don't care if you're the Sun. I'm still treating you like..."

"Like what?"

"Like my friend."
I finished, although I was going to say something else I wish she was.

But that doesn't matter right now.

"Well, if I'm being honest..."
She started, and I put an arm on her shoulder, telling her it was okay.

"I'm out of control, and I've become this... this... temperamental bomb, and I can't even breathe without thinking about setting the Castle on fire... and I'm nervous about-"

I pulled her into a hug, and felt her arms wrap tightly around my neck.

"Wait, did you say temperamental?"
I asked, my stomach dropping.

"Yeah, it seems to react to anger."

"Do you remember the prophecy?"
My eyes widened, as I realized it.

"The temperamental Sun..."
She recited thoughtfully.

"But if you're the Sun, then who-"

Her hands flew to her mouth.
"It's her. She's the Moon, Keith..."