Angsty Klance Oneshots

Don't Touch Me!

This oneshot is kind of based off of how I feel when people touch me. I have nothing against it, I just get this odd feeling wherever the person touches me and I have to do something about it.

Warning! Will be mentions of self harm and suicide!

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~Lance's POV~

I sigh softly, putting on my jacket before walking to the dining hall. I sit in my seat and cross my arms over my chest, leaning forward so my elbows rested on the table and my head rested on top of my arms. I listen quietly as everyone chattered around me, not noticing that I had arrived. I close my eyes but just when I started to drift off to sleep, I felt a hand on my back. I jolt up and turn around, seeing Keith standing behind me, a stern look on his face.

"No sleeping at the table, Lance. That's what your bed is for." He says before walking away. I try to ignore the weird feeling where Keith's hand had rested on my back but I was unable to. I discreetly reach behind myself, rubbing at the spot to make the feeling go away. I finally relaxed and went to lean forward again when Hunk walked to the table with the food.

I sit back, looking at the plate that was placed in front of me.

"Dig in." says Hunk and everyone does just that, except for me. I pick up my fork and poke at the food, sighing softly. It's not that I didn't like Hunk's food, I just wasn't really in the mood to eat. I silently scoot my chair back and grab my plate, putting the food in a container and putting it in the cold storage place. I then washed my dishes and walked to the training deck. Today was a planned rest day according to Allura so no one would be training, thankfully. I remove my jacket, revealing my bandaged arms. I sigh softly, grabbing my bayard. It materialized into its normal form and I got ready.

"Start training level 15." I say. Bots and drones appeared and I started shooting them down one by one. By level 23, I was out of energy and my body ached all over from being hit and shot at. I end the training sequence and look at the one really bad wound I had received. I touch it but feel no pain. That's the one bad thing about self harm. After awhile, you don't even feel the pain. I walk to my locker and put away my bayard, bandaging up the cut on my side before slipping my jacket back on, walking back out. I see Keith walking in and put my hood up, shoving my hands into my pockets as I went to leave. I was stopped when I felt Keith's hand grab my upper arm.

"Lance."

"What?" I ask, trying to remain calm. There it is again. That feeling of something under my skin.

"Are you alright? You didn't even touch your food this morning at breakfast." He says, concern in his indigo eyes. I throw on a fake smile and nod.

"I'm fine. Now can you please let go of me? I need to go clean my room." I lie, looking at the red paladin. He looks skeptical at first but then shrugs, releasing my arm.

"Okay. But if you need-"

"Yeah yeah, gotta go, bye!" I say hurriedly, rushing off to my room. I rub the spot that Keith grabbed but the feeling didn't leave.

"Fucking hell... I fucking hate this..." I mutter. Why couldn't I just be normal? Why couldn't I just shrug off this feeling? Why do I get this feeling? I shrug off my jacket and scratch the spot, the feeling slowly fading. I look at the spot I scratched, noticing that it was bleeding just the slightest bit. I sigh and swipe away the blood with a finger, wiping it on my dark pants. I run my fingers through my hair, pacing my room.

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I sigh, walking through the halls to get to blue's hangar when I got stopped by Shiro. He places a hand on my shoulder and looks at me.