throw on a smile//klance ✩

11 - etch a-sketchy

What a way to begin a relationship.

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"This is new." Keith released himself from the hug and looked into Lance's eyes. He could get used to this.

"I mean, yeah. I just hope you won't cheat on me with some other guy." Keith was shocked. He didn't know what Lance thought of him when it came to relationships. I mean, he had never seen Keith act like he cared romantically towards anyone, ever.

"Lance, why would I do that? Plus, demiromantic." Lance had completely forgotten about how Keith was demiromantic. 

Lance nodded and he stood up. He reached for Keith's hand to help him up. They walked and talked forever it seemed like. 

"10 o'clock, eh." Keith had a slight tint of exhaustion in his voice. 

"Yeah, we should head back."

"But, what if we didn't. Would Pidge get pissed off, or would she get all fangirl-y and freak out?" The smaller boy was genuinely curious.

"I wouldn't take my chances. She'll definitely get the wrong idea." Lance held back a half-hearted laugh

"Yeah."

-

The two eventually parted ways when they arrived on campus. They said their goodbyes and that was it for Lance. His dorm was super close to the front of campus so he was probably the luckiest.

As for Keith, the night wasn't exactly done. He encountered a pretty sketchy guy named Sven, who looked like a Shiro ripoff.

"What'dya want, Sven." Keith kept running into him and was honestly done with his dumb, childish acts.

"Saw you hanging around that 'Lance' dude. Pretty sketchy, huh."

"Not when you've known him for a few years, no." Keith started to walk back to his dorm when he felt Sven grip his wrist.

"Keith, I'm just trying to save you from the unthinkable. Lance is suspicious and doesn't show his face much."

Keith scoffed and shook his wrist out of Sven's tight grip. "I'd watch out if I were you, too. Slav doesn't seem too trustworthy either, yet you'd risk your life for him."

Silence.

-

Keith eventually got back to his dorm, making sure Sven wasn't following him. He started digging through one of his bags and found an old etch a-sketch. It was magnetized little specks that you could control and make art with, it was something wonderful for the small-minded people who needed some creativity in their life.

Whenever Keith was worked up he'd focus on tracing the rim to the center. It was calming. It was satisfying for Keith to know that he had the patience to allow his mind to be at ease. He hummed a familiar tune to himself. He knew Shiro was asleep in the other room. Probably with Matt for all he knows. Sven pushed all of his buttons. He aggravated him. He'd always do shit for Lance and acted like it was all an act of investigation on who he is. Sven thought of him as a cheater, disgusting and a fraud. When he was just a kid, struggling with himself, trying to make it through college with a degree in creative writing.

Keith just needed to focus on something. Lance. That's all he needed to think about in that very moment. He realized that he cared for the boy so damn much that he'd be able to do anything for him. He'd risk his health for him, he'd donate anything to save him. He just wanted Lance there and for him to be happy with Keith and only Keith.

No, he was not going to hog Lance from his friends, of course not. It's not like he was going to give him as much time as before. No way. Him and Lance were officially a couple and his friends needed to accept that before anything. It's their happiness, their life and their choices. The two boys are adults. They can do what they want. 

Keith's mind wasn't racing as much as it had been before. It was still running off the fact that he had finally became the boyfriend he'd had a crush on for, how long he does not know. (He had always gotten extremely flustered around him).

Keith hadn't even felt tired anymore until he realized he was just tracing the already done lines on the etch a-sketch. He cleared it and put it under his bed for future use, which he'd figure he would definitely need sooner than later due to homophobes and just world problems.

-

Lance's night wasn't over either, sure he had gotten into his room without any sketchy encounters, but Hunk and Pidge both sat awake and slouched at their laptop screens. 

The two jumped at the sight and sound of Lance entering the room. 

"Oh, hey." Lance stumbled to his bed as he removed his shoes.

"How'd it go?" Pidge asked with almost a concerned tone in her voice.

"Yeah, I was wondering that too. I thought I'd just let Pidge ask." Hunk clicked away at his laptop,

"I mean, it went good... We did the casual teasing and eventually he gave me another reason to cry at the beach." Lance sunk in his bed.

"What!?" Pidge seemed enraged. "What did that scoundrel do to hurt you. If he hurt you I will press charges on his litt-"

"No, Pidge. It's not a sad 'he decided he thought things were platonic' no he asked me out thats what." He sounded almost going over the top on sarcasm.

Pidge squeaked.

"Hah, nice job buddy." Hunk sent a warm smile towards the Cuban boy.

"HAH! Hunk! I told you I was psychic!" Pidge was bouncing off of the walls at this point. She was super happy.  Happier than Lance. Was this the moment. Her ships were becoming... canon?

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