I Hate You✯Klance

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Hey guys! I'm Requesting fan art!
Anyone wanna draw fan art of Cole? DM me or just send it somehow. He would be wearing a faded blue gray hoodie that's too big for him and black skinny jeans. Your choice of shoes. His hair is like Kirito from sword art online. Pale skin. Blue-ish purple eyes.
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"Shit, I gotta go." Keith says, looking at the time.

"Aw, can't you stay?" Lance whined, wrapping his arms around Keith.

"Lance."

Keith tried to stand and immediately fell back to the bed.

"Shit, it hurts."

Lance let out a snicker and helped him up. The two slipped back on their clothes, making their way downstairs. Marcus was sitting by the stairs on his phone, smirking at the two.

"D'you guys have a nice time?" He asked, trying not to laugh.

The two immediately turned red.

"Wha-" Lance got cut off.

"My room is right next to your's. You're lucky it's so noisy downstairs, you can't hear anything down there so you're safe."

"R-right." Lance grabbed Keith's hand, leading him down the stairs.

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"So I'll see you at school tomorrow?" Lance rubbed the back of his neck, acting awkward.

"Y-yeah."

Keith could walk on his own, he was a bit wobbly though. He prayed Shiro wouldn't notice. Pulling up his hoodie so no one could see the marks on his neck, the raven haired boy got up on his bike, driving away.

At the house, Keith unlocked the door.

"Guys, I'm home." His voice a bit raspy from the yelling earlier.

A muffled voice yelled, "I'm in the kitchen!"

He walked in seeing Shiro cooking something. He was wearing a pink apron that said "Kiss the Cook." Allura had gotten it for him on Christmas. Keith wanted to barf at the thought of her.

"Whatcha cooking?"

"Food."

Keith wanted to face palm, "Ok well, tell me when it's done."

Walking down the hallway of the small house, Keith poked his head in Cole's room. He was reading a comic book on his bed. He was wearing a faded blue gray hooded that was too big for him. He perked up when he saw Keith.

"Where did you go?" The smaller boy asked.

"Just to a friend's house.." Keith said as he walked-more like wobbled- into the room.

Cole's eyebrow raised up, "You don't have friends."

"Ha ha." Keith sat on his bed.

"Hm."

"What?"

"You got fucked didn't you?"