Flower Boy - Klance | completed |

Ch. Six

Ch. Six

Keith summed up his day at school with an overdramatic, face-first flop onto the worn-out couch just inside his home. He'd then proceeded to kick his legs so his shins repeatedly hit the soft cushion under him, a muffled scream emitting from his chapped lips.

"Long day?" Shiro asked from his seat at the dining table, book in hand as a smile teased his lips. Keith only huffed in response, peering up at his brother through thick, dark lashes. "Sorry for abandoning you yesterday."

His voice was still partially obscured from his mouth being squashed into the couch, but Shiro seemed to understand nonetheless, offering Keith a tired smile. "Don't sweat, Kiddo. I had some studying to do for my upcoming finals, anyway."

Keith briefly wondered if his brother was lying, seeing as how finals started months from now (even Takashi wasn't that responsible), let alone the fact that Shiro had probably forgotten most of his schoolwork in California because of his rush to get home after the Dominic incident.

"Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw!" The door slammed open, announcing the youngest brother's presence with a start. Speak of the devil.

Keith snorted while Shiro heaved a sigh, too tired to bother scolding Dom any more than he already had on the matter of swearing. He did, however, shoot a long, pointed look in Keith's direction, both of them knowing full well where Dom has picked that phrase up from.

Poor Keith barely had time to brace himself before Dominic, without looking to see if the couch was empty, dramatically threw himself onto it - almost exactly mirroring Keith (even down to the long sigh just before he was supposed to make contact).

He'd landed on top of his brother, who'd promptly let out a long groan in response at the feeling of his internal organs being smushed together. He wheezed out a breath, struggling to push Dominic off of him while his brother only giggled into his shoulder.

"What's your problem, anyway?" Keith finally managed through gritted teeth, watching as his brother slumped to the side as if all of his energy had been sapped out of him. Dom responded in the form of a long groan, throwing his arm over his eyes to shield himself. "I have a stalker."

"You have a what." The sentence wasn't phrased like a question, and Shiro neatly placed his book down in front of him, face stoic (though his eyes danced with the challenging flame of someone who just had ten years added to their life).

Dominic nodded glumly, but Keith noticed the way his lips twitched up for just a millisecond before he controlled himself. "Oh, yeah. He followed me home."

Nobody had time to do anything with themselves before the front door loudly swung open, banging into the wall as a familiar Cuban boy stumbled through, jumping at the sound before turning and quickly apologizing to the wood.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Lance?"

"Keith," Shiro sighed, rubbing a hand down his face tiredly. Keith ignored him, gently shoving his brother off of the sofa so he'd landed with a thud, followed by a set of quiet laughter. Lance only gestured dramatically between himself and the middle Kogane brother, much to Keith's dismay. "We have to go to the Altea Roller-Rink. Like, right this second."

"I'm sorry," Keith raised his eyebrows in a silent challenge. "Did you just barge into my house and demand to take me on a date?"

Keith was surprised by the words that tumbled out of his mouth on his own accord, and Dom raised his eyebrows amusedly, though he said nothing. Lance coughed, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he shook his head quickly. "No-no, ah," he rubbed the back of his neck. "Hunk just passed by and he told me Chris was there. If I remember correctly, you still have your part of our deal to fulfill."