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Shiro stared at the younger, sighing sympathetically and putting a firm weight on Keith's shoulder to grab the boy's attention.
          
          "You love him, that's why. you can't stop it, but you can control what you say and when you say it.." He hummed, and Keith only stared, eyes darting away after contemplating.
          
          "It sucks." he grumbles truthfully.

Keith had watched this before, Lance do the same bit, flirting, whatever. so why was it weird when the royal guard of the new planet they were visiting for alliance, starts flirting back? when it was a guy. or- whatever alien terminology they used for gender here.
          
          Keith somehow felt...more Protective? no...maybe that wasn't the right word. Keith sure as hell wasn't homophobic, for godsakes he himself was gay. but Lance- he always flirted with women, and they always laughed and brushed him off sweetly, it felt- safe. But men? god it felt dangerous, like every alarm went off in his brain when Lance tried and successfully flirted with guys, no matter what. and Keith hated it, hated how he felt so many mixtures of emotions over Lance flirting with guys. They werent a couple, so he knew he shouldn't be jealous like that.
          
          And yet he was, ticked off with his brows furrowed so deep he makes the Mariana trench jealous.
          
          "all I'm saying is we're here for a peace treaty not to rendezvous with the guards, they have duties to tend to." he huffs his argument to a frowning Lance who has his arms crossed like a child, rolling his eyes at Keith from the opposite side of Shiro as he stood between them pinching the bridge of his nose.
          
          "Both of you cut it out, Keith its not that big of a deal, but Keith is a little right Lance, you shouldn't distract the guards when they are on duty." Shiro finally dismisses them with a hearty sigh, and Lance scoffs before walking off to find Hunk or pidge. Keith is simply left to bristle, Shiro at his side, glancing between him and Lance and then back to him.
          
          "Keith-" he tries, but Keith beats him to it. "Don't Shiro, I got it, I need to stop- I just...I don't know how." He mumbles sighing

Keith stared blankly, unsure why everyone looked at him like he was the crazy man with his pants off screaming something about abductions.
          
          "What?" He has the audacity to ask.
          
          "WHat? the hell you mean 'what' Mullet?? You...you got my favorite food right, like- Hunk's the chef and you remembered, hell I didn't even think you'd ever paid attention to that kind of thing." Lance shouts gob smacked.
          
          Keith blinks again, slow and owlishly at Lance, then his eyes move to look down and away from blue eyes staring wide at him. He gives a little shrug.
          
          "I just..listen? I guess? I don't know, it's not like I completely ignore all of you." he says, and his arms cross in that defensive way of his. Lance only is further shocked.
          
          "Okay....well then what's my favorite hobby back on ear-" Lance didn't even have time to finish the full question before Keith is perked up.
          
          "isn't it Surfing? you talked a lot about the beaches back at your home, so....surfing." he says, as if calculating the answer through his memories before confirming like he knew it for sure, which he did. And Lance stared like an unblinking broken robot. The gameshow's bell goes off signaling Keith was right, again.
          
          "Ding ding ding!" Says the way too cheery gameshow host, grinning from nub to nub, *lance still couldn't help but the his ears reminded him of shrek*.
          
          "Keith is right again, man, you're makin' you other friends look bad here, Kogane." he winks as his floating chair carried him to Keith.

Ok, for emphasis, *Katsuki*, was a god. Served over millennia's while he only looked, fucks say maybe 26 if he were a mortal. *IF*. 
          
          So what bum-fuck decided it would be a good idea to shake his temple with the rants of fucking *moans* bellowing within the tavern of his room, praying to him because they were getting fucked so good by who knows what. *It couldn't have been that good*, Katsuki thought as he grimaced with a red flushed face with a particular loud grunt in his ears followed by a whimpered curse under someone's somehow hot as fuck low voice. 
          
          He hated being able to hear prayers, sometimes. Katsuki hated the fates that decided anytime some mortal calls gods name, in vein or not, before a sentence, it immediately somehow counts as a prayer, and therefore is heard by the god.
          
          He was going to strangle someone. but how can he? when he is god, in charge and large.....Large by that he means fuck if he isn't about to bust just from listening alone, *how the hell did this redheaded asshole manage to say Katsuki's given title in the span of a thousand time sin one breathe and sentence?* hell if you could call it that.

Later that night, Denki has plopped himself on the edge of shinsou's bed, petting out the emotion support cat that Aizawa had gotten the purple haired kid. Chi, the cat was named, curled itself into Denki's lap comfortably and lazily, while the electric blonde went on about how Thumbalina was the greatest creation, and should have gotten better rep then it did. He was livid that the Americans let such a beautiful movie flop, "Shes the size of a thumb, and finds her place in life, in a world where she is so small, and said world is so big compared to her!" he huffs. Shinsou shrugs, "Never heard of it...Sorry denks." And Denki gasps dramatically. 30 minutes later, after a lecture that lasted that long, Shinsou found Denki smushed by his side, playing the old movie from his laptop. Chi sitting across the boy's laps as she continued to sleep like the Queen of Sheba.

Shinsou was perched on the couch's arm rest, raising a brow as he watched Denki talk animatedly with his arms to his friends, huffing a soft sigh of fondness as he leaned back slightly to get comfortable. "And then he ran into the fight- *SHIRTLESS*- i DON'T CARE, I never really had thought of dad bods conventionally hot before, but god I stand corrected, happily." He says, finishing his point smugly, Mina just snorts, "Your obsessions with cowboy's is becoming absolutely horrendious." She pokes him playfully, stretching to hug him consolingly when he pouts, "*BUT THEY'RE HOTT-*" he whines. Shinsou ducks his head idly into the capture scarf, hiding a soft snort.  Denki pouts further and huffs, "Whatever, you all are uncultured swine's."

I have only one line of thought and why is it Hawks can't handle flirting?

Hawks has never had this problem, He swore. Sure, he had a very *very* small horny gremlin inside him that would point out things he thought were attractive, or sudden blurt *'Daddy'* material whenever he saw some guy he thought was rather, above hot.... But he never, *ever*, would have thought of any of his co-workers in anyway shape or form, contrary to popular belief. Hawks did his best to try and *not* feed into the rumors of him sleeping his way to the top, despite every joke and smirk taken the complete wrong direction. He loved hyping up his co-workers and.... friends... or maybe acquaintances? he doesn't know, internally shrugs it off because that was the *point right now*. The point was, Hawks *never* thought of the other pro-heroes he knew in that way, didn't dream of being taken over and stopped, forced to live every moment delectably, torturously slow.  Especially not when it came to Best Jeanist.  But the crotch gremlin in his brain clearly had other ideas and plans, if the odd dream off denim-like ropes practically addressed him like a present in his dream the night before last had anything to do with it. "*best Jeanist????*" he curses to himself in the comfort of his own bed, "*REALLY??*" he whisper screams in addition. he tries not to move his covers around to much, as not to disturb himself any further, and groans into his pillow that he easily grabbed and shoved into his face. The first time he'd ever thought of *anyone in his line of work, in **that*** way*, and it had to be fucking Best Jeanist????? Keigo honestly thought the crotch goblin in his brain was personally out to get him, the bird quirk hero felt he would die now..

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Anyone else dying over the fact that Mha is coming to an end soon? at least the manga...