the culprit | keith kogane

epilogue

I CHEERED, tossing my graduation hat in the air. We had finally made it. Four years of this bullshit and dramatic chaos and we finally made it! Nonetheless, together! I remember having serious doubts on whether or not I'd graduate in junior year, especially when the final exams came around. 

Turns out, my girlfriend was an amazing tutor. 

Speaking of her, she's grown even more beautiful, if that's even possible. Y/n's grown more social, smart, and just absolutely amazing. I can't say one bad thing about dating her (except the 2 A.M. chocolate runs during her period), and I'm sure there's no cons on marrying her either. I don't have the money to buy a ring, and it's a bit early, but I'm set on it.

Even if it's been a year since we've started dating, I've known her for way longer, but just as a friend. My arm was looped around Y/n and I let out a joyful laugh, pulling her closer to give her a kiss. She reciprocated quickly, one hand of hers flying to my cheek and tugging me as close as possible.

Another laugh left me, causing our teeth to lightly graze one another. "OH, GET IT!" Lance cheered like a lunatic, but Pidge quickly quieted him down, snorting. "Let them have their moment," She smacked him in the chest, causing him to let out a pained groan. "You're tiny and painful."

"Just like your brain—"

I blocked out the rest of their conversation, creating some space between Y/n and I. "So, how about some ice cream?" I smiled down at her and she eagerly nodded. My God, she's cute. "Yes, please!" 

"GOOD KITTY," I smirked, staring at her as I tucked a piece of her h/c hair behind her ear before yelling at the others. "LET'S ROLL!"