Guarded Soul.

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Lance sighed for the fourth time in two minutes as Coran continued lecturing him.

"-responsible, Allura told you that you have to be very careful when it comes to Keith and you're just sitting there having a casual conversation like it's nothing. I'm your supervisor for heavens sake! Do you know how much trouble I would get in if he were to find out somehow? Allura would have my head! And it's not fair on Katie either, she hasn't done anything wrong and-"

"Coran, with all due respect, the more casual I am around Keith the less suspicious he's gonna be." Lance cut in, raising an eyebrow at his supervisor.

Coran sighed and leant back on his desk before rubbing at his temple.

"And what happens if you two touch? Which will inevitably happen by the way." Coran asked, not looking up at his student.

Lance froze in his spot for a few seconds and then immediately relaxed. He was glad Coran wasn't looking at him to catch that moment of hesitation.

"I'll play it off! Look Coran, for once have a little faith in me okay? Me and Pidge will be fine... And by the way, you need to start remembering our new names or you'll be the one getting us caught." Lance finished with a scowl and proceeded to storm from the room.

As he exited Coran's classroom he was met with Pidge who raised an eyebrow.

"Fucking angels man... Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em." He muttered softly in vague explanation.

Pidge rolled her eyes and punched him on the arm gently.

"Be careful what you say and where you say it... Why was he lecturing you?" She asked, beginning to walk towards their fourth lesson.

"I talked to Keith."

Pidge stopped dead in her tracks and whipped around to face Lance.

"You did what now!? Ak- Lance, you're going to get us both sent back home!" She whisper shouted before punching him again, much harder this time.

"Hey, hey, hey! Enough with the punching! I've already had one lecture thanks. Don't worry Pidge alright? It's gonna be fine." He said, rubbing his arm that was now slightly numb.

"In what reality will this turn out 'fine' Lance?" Pidge asked in an agitated tone as she continued walking.

"Oh man, you sound like Slav." Lance grimaced as he thought about Heaven's royal advisor. He was obsessed with the concept of alternate realities.

"Kiss my ass you di-" Pidge was cut off by Lance's hand over her mouth.

"That's no way for a young lady to spea- OW! DID YOU JUST BITE ME, YOU BITCH!?"

Pidge smirked and gave him the finger.

"Damn right I did douchebag. Watch'ya gonna do about it?" She asked, sticking her tongue out playfully.

"I'm like three times your size. I'm not scared of you." Lance stated, raising an eyebrow.

Pidge snickered and acted as though she was going to punch Lance again, to which he squealed and jumped away, his arms up in front of his face in defence.

"Sure you're not." Pidge said, not bothering to hide the amusement in her voice.

"You caught me by surprise!"

"Mhm... Sure Lance. Now hurry up or I'm leaving you behind." She called over her shoulder, walking a little faster now.

Lance huffed but hurried to catch up, mumbling under his breath about a 'stupid gremlin' or something of the sort.