Perfectly Imperfect. - Klance Au D:BH

| CHAPTER 4| Why did you help me? |

I still love the way it moves,
And the details it loses when I walked off,
And proved that I was more than
I was more than useless.

I should've researched more about androids before making this-

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Lance lied awake in him and Lotor's bed, his eyes tired from today's, or yesterday's events. Lance's back was proudly faced at Lotor's back, while Lance's eyes desperately wanted to close. But his brain was doing a more efficient job than his whole tired body. His brain were flooded with questions.

How are androids made? How is Keith made? Did Keith cared about anyone else before me? Did he ever cared at all? Is he even a he?

And most important question.

Why did he care?

Lance shook his head, he placed his feet softly on the silky white carpet. He walked carefully, he swung open the door slowly, trying not to wake up his significant other. As he started getting away from Lotor and his' room, he walked down the stairs. Lance looked down and saw the lights were still open, Keith must've still been up.

Lance's footsteps were delicate towards the wooden floor, as he saw Keith washing the dishes and sink.

"Keith?" Lance called out groggily, rubbing his eyes with his hands. Keith turned to Lance's direction quickly, dropping the dishes in the sink lightly.

"Yes Lance?" Keith asked, patiently waiting for Lance's orders.

"What are you doing up? It's late." Lance asked.

"Well, it's 12:30Am. That's late for you." Keith replied straight forwardly. Lance pouts, Keith's lips creased into a smirk. Keith decided to get back to the dishes as Lance stood there with no words. Lance shook his head the 2nd time this night, as he rubbed his temples.

"Keith," Lance called his name.

"Yes Lance?" Keith responded. Lance opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Lance placed his hand at the back of his neck, feeling his sweat trickling down his neck and soon it touches his tan fingers. Keith raised an eyebrow.

"Um- I wanted to ask, why did you help me?" Lance questioned, feeling the anxiety in his stomach intermingling with the good dinner he had, making his stomach ache. Keith's blue circle on his right temple turn yellow. The first time Lance has ever seen the color on Keith's circle led.

"Your circle... it's yellow?" Lance guessed. Keith didn't answer. His circle soon enough instantly replaced yellow with blue. Lance gasped quietly.

"Well, because you're Lance. My owner." Keith replied. But there was something wrong with that answer. Lance could feel a tinge of uncertainty in Keith's voice.

"Are you sure?" Lance wondered, the hope in his heart still sparking with the tiniest light. He really wishes that Keith actually somewhat cared about him, not just because 'he's his owner' but because Keith felt compassion or love to help others in need.

"Hm, I'm certain." Keith lied. Lance's hopes soon flickered darker.

"Oh um well, alright." Lance said, with disappointment showing off visually. Keith soon regretted his choice of words, as Lance was about to walk upstairs, with his head down. Keith held the dishes in his hands tightly, feeling this weird aura creeping up to his back and stomach.

"Lance wait." Keith called, Lance looked at him with his dull, blue ocean eyes, locking onto Keith's purple, storm grey eyes. Even at this moment, even at this angle, they admired each other's eyes again. The tension soon faltered, and it soon began to feel like they were in that moment again. The moment Lance finally opened up to someone for such a long time. Keith gulped.(Yes androids can gulp, they can even cry in the game Detroit: Become Human xD)

"Lance, there are more reasons I wanted to help you." Keith said, this time his voice were proud and clear. "It's because I have this weird gut feeling that is convincing me to help you, it's convincing me to get closer to you. Sometimes I don't like that feeling. But once I give in and comfort you, everything... everything felt nice. It felt lovely to be once touched with affection. Being hugged seemed really warm, and reassuring." Keith confessed, placing the dishes gently in the sink. He sat up straight(Heh) with his hands placed politely behind his back.

Now if you saw Keith, you would've thought he was fearless, brave to do this. He's facing proudly at Lance and never removing his eye contact. Not even stuttering with his full sentences. In reality, Keith wants to die right now.(Relatable) Keith could feel his stomach exploding into a bunch of fireworks. It felt like every word that has come out of his mouth made his stomach have sunshine and rainbows or stormy clouds and thunder. Keith felt an explosion of nervousness intermingled with excitement and a teaspoon of doubt, and another teaspoon of contentment. It felt like those things mixing into a bowl and Keith, determined and and yet petrified of what the outcome would be. Keith cleared his throat before continuing.

"Lance, I never felt this way before to anyone. I might've with other owners I've been with, but you, it's new. And it's not a bad new. It's a change I would be happy to deal with because androids are supposed to flexible with whatever. But this, this is something worth to be flexible for." Keith admitted. He placed his right hand faintly on his chest. Feeling his heart quickening every sentence and word he defines and lets out. He sighed before he has to let out a conclusion to his conversation. "I-I like this. This type of pace running from the thrill flowing down my body."

Lance was awestruck. His eyes widened every word Keith lets out. His heart fluttering in his chest. It's been a long time I felt this, Lance thought as he chuckled softly.

"Have you ever felt this before Lance?" Keith hesitated, cracking his fingers nervously. Lance sighed, and giggled.

"Well, I mean- I feel like what you feel like right now." Lance affirmed. "So, yes." Lance smiled sweetly, his voice in a soft tone, bringing Keith's heart to explode with joy and his Thirium 310, or so called blue blood filled his body to the brim. Causing his face to explode with red, but not the bad type of red, the good type. Keith's circle soon changed into pink immediately. Lance yelped. "P-pink?!"

Keith gasped, and clasped his hand on his right temple, and turned towards the sink.

"W-Well! I need to recharge right now! So uh- nice conversation Lance! Goodnight!" Keith stuttered, completely defeated with Lance's smile. Lance, knowing why Keith turned away, laughed.

"Well, yeah. Goodnight mullet." Lance whispered, loud enough for Keith to hear before Keith ran to the living room. Lance smiled to himself, walking carefully up the stairs to Lotor.

As Keith ran to the nearest wall to hide behind, he slammed his back to it and slid down, covering his face. He went into the living room bathroom and looked into the mirror. His face flushed pure red. He suddenly starting rubbing his hands towards his cheeks and mumbling 'go away! I hate this!'

But in reality,

He can't help but feel helpless.

I feel like I'm rushing their relationship but seriously I'm trying to make their relationship slow and steady as possible

OKAY IMMA EXPLAIN SOMETHING
So androids can have a red circle, yellow circle, and blue circle. Blue is normal, yellow is thinking or researching on the web(I think), and red circle is when they're injured. And pink I just got that from a comic so ye

Also in class my teacher asked our whole class "if I have to throw something do I have to say yeet now?" and you don't know how happy I was-

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