Flower Boy - Klance | completed |

Ch. Seventeen

just... another fair warning, I guess, in case you get triggered. there's kind of some sexual assult coming up soon;; I obviously don't condone it in any way shape or form, but there's gonna be little ** where it starts and ends bcs I care about you

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Ch. Seventeen

"We need to talk about your life choices," Pidge leaned their elbows on the kitchen table, observing the mess scattered around their poor friend.

"You underestimate just how much food I can stuff in my mouth before I need to be stopped," was Hunk's immediate answer, looking down at the food he'd just finished baking, scattered around him unceremoniously.

Pidge pursed their lips, but gave in after a few seconds, breaking into a laugh as Hunk took another bite before wrinkling his nose, pushing the dish away. "Man, oh, yeah; that doesn't taste like mom's Pipikaula. I might've used the wrong recipe."

To their right, the front door swung open quietly, a gloved hand holding it against the wall as said figure shrugged off his shoes, keeping the jacket as he turned for the stairs.

"Woah, woah, woah," Pidge started before the boy could make his escape. "Where've you been all day?"

"Out," Keith snapped, glancing back once before racing up the stairs, two at a time, before finally disappearing into the safety of the guest bedroom, swinging the door closed behind him so he could finally attempt to relieve the tension from his body.

He paced around the room for a few seconds, before finally dropping down onto the bed, the aroma of freshly cleaned sheets ringing as artificial to the point he squirmed, sitting up again with a huff.

Their school had let out hours ago, but it wasn't like Keith had been there. He, instead, had been spending his time everywhere he knew Lance was not. The rink, the old pizzeria place; hell, even a few bars. Fake IDs weren't a rarity, and Keith chose to play hypocrite and drink just enough to begin to feel numb, before stumbling back to Pidge's house and escaping into the guest room he was staying in before anyone could take notice.

He hadn't been at school all week, and, despite it coming up on a Thursday, neither Dom nor Shiro had made any attempts to contact him after he sent one text each, reassuring them he was fine and staying at a friend's.

Ms. Kogane, surprisingly, had been calling and texting him; he just hoped she would stop once she realized there was no chance he was ever going to answer.

He must've sat there for what had to be a half an hour, staring blankly at the ceiling above him as he listened to the sound of his own breathing, the only sound circulating around the cold, empty room for God knows how long.

He, to put it bluntly, was completely and utterly numb.

After what seemed like forever was spent lying on his back and studying the cracks that ran along the walls, Keith let out a long sigh, pushing himself to his feet and stretching. Walking over to the closed bedroom door, he slowly turned the knob, poking his head outside cautiously.

The house was dark, and after hesitating for a few more minutes, he slowly pushed the door open further, listening to the creaking of the hinges disrupt the silence around him. It was something out of a horror game, yet Keith couldn't find it in himself to be afraid.

Because, after all, he was the one that seemed to be the monster.

The two-story house settled around him, occasionally letting out quiet groans under his weight as he shuffled down the hall and towards the stairs, trailing his fingers against the wall to his right as he moved. The stairs made little to no sound as he descended them, hands barely brushing against the railing before suddenly he'd landed at the front door.