The Galra Boy [discontinued?]

Play-Fighting

"You sure you wanna start training now?" asked Lance. "You're still limping, dude."

"You said it yourself," Keith replied, practice sword in hand, "My combat skills need work."

Lance sighed with regret. "Okay, just... don't hurt yourself, please." He activated the training sequence, and the gladiator leaped into action. 

As it charged for Keith, he got himself into a fighting stance and gripped the sword. The gladiator swung for his head, and he ducked. It made a swing for his legs to knock him over, and he jumped back, careful to land on his good foot. He let out a short battle cry and took a swing at the machine, causing it to lean backwards. He thrust the sword forewords, only for the gladiator to dodge and make a quick swipe at his knees, knocking him to the ground. He groaned as the robot deactivated with a hum. "Damn it," he hissed.

"Hey, seven seconds, not bad!" Lance said genuinely. He took Keith's hand and helped him to his feet, or, foot. He gave Keith a sympathetic smile. Keith fake-smiled back, his golden eyes reflecting frustration. Odd, though, that his eyes didn't quite look like the eyes of other Galra Lance had encountered. His pupils were a bit more rounded, and the whites of his eyes were visible, though they had a light yellow tint to them. 

"What?" Keith asked. 

Lance snapped his head to the side. "Nothing," he quickly murmured. 

"Uh, Lance?" Keith asked.

"Yes?" Lance snapped his head back.

"You can let go of my hand, now,"

"OH! Sorry!" Lance released Keith's hand. "Sorry..."

Keith limped back to the gladiator. "How do you start it up again?" he asked. 

Lance's eyes widened slightly. "You want to go again already?" 

"Yeah, can't get better if I don't train." Keith said flatly. 

Lance walked slowly to the gladiator and leaned on its shoulder. "You know, you could spar with me, instead? I'm a bit more... improv. Less algorithm, ya know? Give you a challenge!" Lance raised his fists playfully. Keith raised an eyebrow. 

"I mean... I guess," he replied. 

"Awesome!" Lance picked up a practice sword and swished it theatrically. "En garde!" he said dramatically. Keith rolled his eyes and took a swing at him. Lance blocked it with a sharp "ha!" and attempted to thrust at Keith, causing Keith to jump out of the way. 

After some more back and fourth, Lance managed to knock the sword out of Keith's hand. "So I guess that means I win again?" Lance asked.

"Fuck, no." Keith shook his head and tackled Lance without hesitation. Lance screamed and dropped his sword as the two fell to the ground. Keith laughed triumphantly as he sat on Lance's chest. Lance smirked and sat up abruptly, flipping Keith backwards. Lance laughed as Keith landed on his back. Keith covered his face with his hands, and, to Lance's surprise, started laughing, too. His laugh is cute, Lance thought to himself. He leaned forwards to get a better look at Keith's face, balancing himself with his hands on the ground on either side of his head. Keith's lavender face was flushed from laughing, and his eyes were joyful. As he caught his breath, he noticed Lance above him, and his laughter came to a halt. He looked up at Lance with confusion. The two stayed that way for a moment, waiting for the other to do something. Without really thinking, Lance lifted his hand to Keith's face, and gently brushed his thumb against his bottom lip. Keith's eyes widened before slowly closing. Lance cupped Keith's face in his hand, leaned down towards his lips, and-

"Hey, guys, Hunk wanted me to tell you dinner's done," Pidge called from the door. Keith and Lance immediately jumped up and stepped five feet apart from each other. 

"Cool," Lance's voice cracked. He hurried out the door, with Keith limping behind.

The three walked down the hallway together, with Lance walking at an unusually fast pace, and, though he tried to hide it, Keith struggling to keep up. Pidge managed to catch up to Lance, grabbed his shoulder, and and leaned in towards him. 

"I know what you're doing," she said lowly. Lance became visibly tense. 

"If anyone asks, you saw nothing!" he whispered. 

Pidge smirked. "Keep this up, and you'll have a bae on every planet!"

"What?" asked Keith from behind.

"NOTHING!" Lance called back. "Shut up," he hissed at Pidge.