Secondhand Smoke
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University AU. Sorry in advance.
Keith's weight shifted, his footing unstable and sloppy. The beverage in his hand looked off... crooked... bending, just like the ground beneath his feet. A Gentle hand grazed his cheek, the tan, freckled skin lingering and pulling away just as quickly as he had noticed it. The entire night would be a blur in the morning, he reassured himself. Even the flashing lights and the warm face in front of him made those thoughts certain, or perhaps the boldness he failed to notice Shiro showed him with narrow eyes and a furrowed brow.
"Keith, right?", The other boy slurred.
"Uh-huh~" Keith responded, just as quickly, just as slurred, just as desperate for a quick answer as Shiro dragged him away.
"Name's L-"
"NOOOO" Keith whined, too far away to hear the rest of the boy's name.
*ONGOING*
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