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Kirishima ran his fingers through his hair as the guy he just uppercut fell to the ground. It was getting long again and his roots were starting to show. He looked around and saw all the bad guys he knocked out laying on the ground. Well now that that was done where was Katsuki? That’s when Kirishima heard the explosion behind him and the wall being blown to pieces.

Oh, there he was.

Suddenly something hit him from behind and sent him tumbling into the wall in front of him. He groaned as he got up to a sitting position. He was ready for the wall and hardened but whatever hit him took him by surprise, knocking the wind out of him and possibly broke his spine but he couldn’t be sure. He looked over his shoulder and saw a guy slumped over, his hair and clothes were singed and he smelled like smoke.

“Oi! Shitty-shima, what the hell are you doing on the ground?” Kirishima looked up to see his blonde partner looking down at him with his hands on his hips and a sneer on his face.

“Did you throw a bad guy at me?” The redhead got up and crossed his arms.

“So what if I did? Doesn’t mean you get to be lazy and leave me to do all the fucking work.” Anyone who knows Kirishima knows he is the farthest thing from lazy but Bakugou was in one of his foul moods today so he didn’t really give a fuck. Kirishima claps a hand on his shoulder and his face breaks into a bright smile.

“Dude, that is so manly. You literally chucked a person at me, that is like some serious manpower.”

Bakugou’s scowl just got worse. What the fuck was wrong with this guy? Even after years of working together Bakugou still couldn’t crack the mystery that was Eijirou Kirishima.

“Whatever.” He turned and started walking out the alley they are in. He was in one of his worse moods today. Everything that could have gone wrong this morning had gone wrong. His alarm didn’t go off, his toast burned, he forgot his keys to the hero firm he worked at and had to go all the way back home to get them. And what made it all worse was the Kirishima seemed to be just having the grandest of days. He was up before Bakugou, which never happens, he got to eat a decent meal and he didn’t have to waste his time looking for keys cause he made sure to find them the night before. The more cheerful Kirishima was the worse Bakugou’s mood got.

“Katsuki!” Kirishima called after him as he jogged to catch up with him. “Since we finished our patrol do you want to get something to eat? We can go to that place you really like with the spicy ramen.” He was hoping the idea of spicy ramen would improve Bakugou’s mood just a little bit. Bakugou turned on his heel and poked a finger in his chest.

“Listen here motherfucker. I have told you countless times to stop calling me Katsuki and fuck spicy ramen. Like hell I am going to eat out with you. I am going home and I am taking a nap so you better fucking be quiet you hear me?”

Okay, so that only seemed to make things worse. Oops.

Before Kirishima could respond something caught his eye and he pushed Bakugou away from him, leaning back to barely avoid a dagger whipping past him. In fact he is pretty sure it had cut some on his hair from his bangs. That’s not what he meant about getting a haircut!

“What the fuck!” Bakugou yelled as he turned his head in the direction the weapon came from. He just wanted this day to be over and he in going to incinerate anyone who gets in the way of that happening.

“Greetings young heroes. Fancy seeing you here.” A man with bright blue hair that tapered off into green at the ends stood on a telephone pole waving at them with a grin.

“I was in the neighborhood and was looking for some entertainment. Do you think you two could help me out with that?”

Bakugou growled as he cracked his knuckles. So this fucker wanted to fight? Well maybe he would be better than the other guys and let Bakugou release some pent up aggression.

“Come down and fight us fucker!” He yelled up at the man who only smiled wider and put his hands on his hips.

“Oh no no no, young hero. I don’t fight. I let others fight for me.”

Before Bakugou could even begin to figure out what that meant he was grabbed by the back of his outfit and thrown into the wall of the building behind him. He pushed the rubble off of him, blood dripping from a cut on his head and ran down his face. He looked up to see Kirishima standing outside the building staring at him in his hardened state. Did he throw him through the wall? Why the fuck did he do that?

“Hey! Hair-For-Brains, what the fuck is your problem?!” Kirishima didn’t say anything, he just got into the stance he always does when he is ready to fight or start a sparring match.  Laughter filled the air.

“He can’t hear you hero! He is under my control and my is he strong! This is sure to be a truly spectacular show.”

Bakugou got up and wiped the blood that was at the corner of his mouth away. So this guy had some kind of mind control quirk like Shinso. Well he knows from observation that in order to break a quirk like that you have to disrupt them somehow. Though if this lunatic wants them to fight against each other than a simple punch or kick isn’t going to cut it.

Fuck.

“Fine then.” Bakugou grinned cause hell this might be fun. He always enjoyed sparring against Kirishima and he needed a good fight today.

“Bring it on.”

Bakugou breathed heavily as he leaned against a wall. They had been at it for who knows how long and neither of them were getting anywhere. Bakugou straighten up as he watched Kirishima recover his breath, looking for anyway of tipping this fight in his favor. Back in high school Kirishima had a limited time before his harden state would start to weaken but after high school he had been working to prolong that limit. He still has one but it takes a long time for him to start to crack. Kirishima looks directly at Bakugou and his normal red eyes are a sick shade of bright purple, it looked wrong to him. Around his cheek his skin was starting to splinter.

Bingo.

That’s all he needed. Kirishima didn’t seem to mind the crack which meant that he wasn’t aware of his own ability or limi. Bakugou would have seen the worry in his movements from watching and sparring with him for so long. The redhead launched himself at Bakugou but this time the blonde had a plan. He grabbed Kirishima’s face with both hands as soon as he got close to him and let loose an explosion from all the sweat he had built up over the battle. It was strong, stronger than any other explosion he had used before since he was using both his hands. It knocked them back and away from each other.

For the second time that day Bakugou was thrown through a wall but this time he wasn’t as pissed about it. He was more focused on whether or not the blast did it’s job. He pushed the rubble off him again and waved the smoke away. His red eyes landed on Kirishima’s body lying on the ground. Fuck. Had it been to much? Bakugou ran other to him before he had time to even entertain that thought. Dropping down to his knees he checked Kirishima for signs of being alive.

The redhead was breathing and Bakugou let out a breath of relief. Thank fucking god. There was blood and burns all over Kirishima’s face and from the pain in Bakugou’s hands he bet he fucking them up pretty bad with that blast but that was okay. Kirishima would heal as would he and they both made it out of this alive.

“Awwwee. That’s too bad he was so much fun to puppet it around. Oh well, guess I will have to find someone else.” The villain said from his perch from atop of the building he had jumped too. Before Bakugou could say anything to him he was gone. At least he wasn’t trying to take control of Kirishima again.

“Come on, Hair- For - Brains. We need to get to cleaned up and back home.” The burns weren’t bad but they might leave scars. From the medical knowledge Bakugou knew, which was quite a bit actually, he knew that Kirishima didn’t need a hospital. The redhead hated hospitals anyway so it worked out.

The blonde picked the redhead up, ignoring the screaming pain in his hands. He made his way back home to the place they both shared. Kirishima seemed to have fallen asleep after being knocked out and even if he was covered in blood he still looked incredibly handsome. Bakugou’s face flushed. He can’t believe he is thinking of that right now while his friend is hurt. He got to the house and walked in. He set Kirishima on the bed and got to work on fixing him up. He cleaned his face and put ointment on his burns.

After he was done he let Kirishima sleep. He figured he deserved it after his head had gotten fucked around by that asshole. He didn’t exactly feel comfortable with leaving Kirishima on his own even if he was only a room away so he made himself a makeshift bed with the bean bags that were in the room and a spare blanket. The sun had set awhile ago and Bakugou stared at the ceiling as the events from today ran through his mind on repeat.

He thought of ways he could have avoided Kirishima getting controlled by that quirk or ways of beating the crap out of that asshole. He thought of ways that what had happened could have gone horribly wrong. He knew that Kirishima was going to have physical scars but what about mental scars. It couldn’t have been fun to be caught in a quirk that took control of your mind and body. Pulling the blanket tighter around himself, he closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep. There was no point in worrying about it now. He would deal with the repercussions of what happened in the morning.

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He felt it before he saw it. A sharp pain in his chest and as he looked down, he saw a sword protruding from his body, covered in blood. That wasn’t good right? The sword retracted and he was pushed to the ground, hard, scraping his cheek against the concrete of the bridge he was on. Snow was everywhere and his blood was starting to seep into it and turning it red. Yeah, Lance was pretty sure this wasn’t good. His vision was starting to blur, but he couldn’t let this take him down. What kind of weapon would he be if he was killed this easily.

He pushed himself up onto his elbows and coughed, splattering blood all over the ground in front of him. He turned his head to look over his shoulder at his meister. He should have noticed earlier, Keith was more quiet than usual and he seemed really off lately. If he had known that it was his doing than he would have gotten far away from him. Keith wasn’t Keith anymore. The black blood that coursed through Lance’s veins had somehow gotten into raven haired boy. Probably through their bond somehow since black blood was a manifestation of madness. Stupid Lance. Stupid, stupid, stupid. What did he hope to gain from keeping his problem a secret? He had wanted to protect Keith, but now because of him his meister is lost to the madness and Lance doesn’t know if he can get him back. The weapon gets up onto his feet shakily. He is a weapon so his body is more durable than a human's, but that doesn’t mean he is indestructible. This is probably all he can do and even now he wobbled and wasn’t sure how long he could stand for. He turned to face Keith and straightened the best he can. He smiled, white teeth stained with red as blood dribbled out of his mouth. “Buddy. I don’t know if you are still in there, but if you are you need to come back, okay?” His smile remains but tears are starting to drip down his face. He can’t believe he failed to protect his meister again. Keith just laughed as he swung his sword to get the blood off of it. “What are you talking about Lance. I’m right here. What? Do you not like this part of me?” The raven haired boy smiled but it’s not the smile Lance had fallen in love with, it was maniacal. His miester walked over to him and pulled him close to whisper in his ear. “This is who I am now so you might as well get used to it.” Lance’s head fell onto Keith's shoulder. He barely had the energy to stand anymore and whoever this was still smelled like Keith. “You’re wrong.” It hurt to talk but Lance pressed on. “The Keith I know would never hurt his friends like this.” Using all the strength he has left he pushed Keith down and tumbled to the ground with him. Keith's head hit the ground hard and he yelped in pain. With the madness flowing through him he isn’t the smart, calculating fighter that he normally is and the weapon took full advantage of it. Lance should feel bad for hurting him like that but he needed to get some sense into Keith. “My Kieth is loving and careful and sometimes a bit awkward, but he means well.” The weapon pushed himself up to look down at Keith, the blood from his chest dripped down onto his meister's shirt. “He makes sure all his friends are safe before concerning himself and he always takes care of me whether I ask him too or not.” Leaning down, he rested his head on Keith's forehead. Keith didn’t fight back, he was still disoriented from the hit. “My Keith loves me and I love him. There is no way that you are him, I will not believe it.” Lance closed his eyes and just like that he is in the Black Room. He was in his black suit and tie like he usually was and looked around the room to find Keith in the corner playing chess with the red demon that resided in Lance’s head. Lance goes over to him and grabbed his arm to drag him up. Keith doesn’t seem to notice him, still looking at the chess board. The weapon stepped in front of him and slapped him across the face, hard. “Wake up, Keith!” Keith's head whipped to the side and when he looks back at Lance his eyes are wide like he was surprised to see Lance which he probably was. “Lance? What are you doing here?” The weapon sighed, he was the reason Keith got sucked into this in the first place, Keith probably didn’t even know where ‘here’ was. “Well this is my head actually. At least a part of it. That guy,” Lance pointed at the red demon, “Has been here since my collapse in the lunchroom a year ago. I kept this from you, all of this because I thought I could handle it on my own and fix it without your help but all I did was hurt you.”

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He had just wanted to ditch school, that was it. Now because of that stupid decision he has a redheaded fox freak named Kirishima following him around everywhere he goes. And on top of that everything seems to want to kill him or take his 'aura' as Kirshima puts it and he is starting college.

Bakugou hates every decisions he has ever made to get to this point, at least that's what he wants to say. His feelings about the fox as they spend more time together says otherwise, not that Bakugou would ever admit that though.

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Bakugou walked through the door of his dorm and dropped his book bag on the floor with a loud thud. He was exhausted with having to deal with idiots like Deku and Kaminari all day while also trying to study for the upcoming exam. He just wanted a hot shower and to sit on the couch and play videogames until the sun came up considering today was Friday.

Making his way into his dorm he went to the bathroom to shower and change into a fresh pair of clothes. Needless to say he felt a lot better once he was done with changing. It wasn’t often that he got the dorm to himself since Todoroki doesn’t seem to go out much unless Deku makes him. Thankfully it’s date night or whatever for them today so Bakugou is all alone ‘til tomorrow, which he couldn’t be more grateful for. He grabs a glass of milk from the fridge and heads over the couch to set up for the obvious all nighter.

He nearly breaks the glass in his hand with the new rush of rage when he sees the sleeping figure on the couch. Of course the nit wit is here. The world would never let anything go Bakugou’s way, it might explode if it did. The red headed figure made a soft sound and smiled in his sleep.

“Probably thinking about fish or something stupid.” Bakugo mutters to himself. He kicks the couch hard enough to nearly tip it over.

“Oi! Shitty hair! Get the fuck off my couch right now before I fucking crush you skull in!”

The redhead squealed as he woke up and leapt off the couch and onto the coffee table with grace and precision no human being could possibly possess. He blinks and tilts his head as he pouts, the bell that is around his neck ringing as he does so. Bakugou hates that stupid bell, if it wasn’t for that bell he wouldn’t have this damn fox spirit following him around everywhere.

“Katsuki.” The red head whined, “That was mean.”

Bakugou just scowled as he sat down on the couch. “Like I care Shittyshima. You aren’t even supposed to be here so you really have no room to complain.”

He leans his head back on the couch and closes his eyes for a second trying to calm his anger when he suddenly hears that retched bell and when he opens his eyes he has a lap full of the fox spirit. “Kirishima. My name is Eijirou Kirishima. Haven’t I told you that already?” The most annoying part of that question was that it was completely genuine. The stupid fox didn’t really understand names and the uses of the them so he sometimes forgets to introduce himself when he meets new people or so Bakugou has been told many times.

“Of course you have already told me that. Why else would I have used that fucking nickname? Honestly sometimes I just think you are slow in the head or something.” Being this close to Kirishima was starting to really grate his nerves.

“Then how come you never use it? I call you by your name.” That ticks Bakugou off even more.

“I know you fucking do and I hate it. I’ve told you before that I hate it when you call me by my first name.”

This conversation was going nowhere Bakugou wanted it to go so he shoved Kirishima off his lap and made him sit on the couch. “Stay here.”

The red head happily obliged and Bakugou went to the cabinet under the TV to grab two game controllers and puts in a Black Ops game. He needed to vent some aggression. Sitting back on the couch he hands a control to Kirishima. “Here.” Kirishima fumbles with it and looks at all the colorful buttons. He has seen things like this before while watching kids play against each other on handheld devices. But normally there is a screen in the middle yet there isn’t one on this controller. He flips it over, still nothing.

“Uh, how do you use this?” His long nails made hitting the buttons kind of hard. “You basically mash the buttons when you are angry and you try to kill the people on the screen.” Bakugou points to the TV screen where a match has already started. “Oh, okay.” That sounded simple enough. Kirishima mashed the buttons like he was told to do and an hour and a half later he had won most of the matches. He pumps his fist in the air when the last match ends and the text says ‘Player 2 Won’ on it again.

“That was awesome! I’ve never played something like that before. Do you have any more games?” The fox spirit asked in utter glee. Bakugou on the other hand was probably more irritated that he was before. The game had meant to relieve stress not add to it but of course he had to be competitive when it came to playing against Kirishima and he had lost.

“No, shut up. Your fucking annoying voice is giving me a headache.” He throws the controller on the coffee table in a huff of anger. Kirishima’s excitement dampens a little at the news but then he takes in his owner's attitude. He’s been like this since he got home. Normally Bakugou is moody and angry but it passes after a while. His tail swishes back and forth and his ears twitch as he thinks of a way to calm Bakugou down. Suddenly an idea pops into his head and Kirishima lights up again. “Katsuki, I want to try something. Will you let me?” He jumps onto the coffee table so he is in front of the volatile blonde. Bakugou huffs and glares at him. “What is it?” Most the the time the stupid fox’s ideas were just plain dumb but Kirishima seems to be practically buzzing with excitement so if Bakugou wanted the damn spirit to sleep tonight so he could at least get some shut eye he might as well humor him a little. Kirishima takes his response as a yes and stands up. He grabs his wrist and pulls the blonde up off the couch.

“You’ll like it, I promise.” He says with a big smile and leads him over the bed and makes him sit which Bakugou does reluctantly. He crosses his arms as the fox gets behind him. “What on earth are you doing shittyshima?” There is anger in his voice but it also has a touch of curiosity. “Nothing bad, I swear. Uncross your arms.” Bakugou sighs but does as he is told. Kaminari likes to point out that Kirishima is probably the only person that Bakugou will listen to and as much as he hates the idea he has to agree with him. It probably has to do with Kirishima being the first person to actually talk to him like a normal person rather than a ticking time bomb that is trying to keep from going off. As Bakugou is lost in thought he suddenly feels hands on his back. He stiffens, knowing that whatever Kirishima is trying to do will only end up with him scratching him like he always does. “Relax.” The red head’s voice comes from behind him and after awhile with no scratches Bakugou does start to relax. That’s when he notices what Kirishima is doing. He is massaging his back and rubbing out all the tension and soreness that is in his muscles from today and every day up until today. Despite his nails being sharp enough to cut steel, the pads on his fingers on smooth. Bakugou’s shoulders sag a little more as he lets his eyes fall close. All irritation from before seems to just seep out of him as Kirishima works over his muscles.

When he gets to a particularly sore spot Bakugou hisses and flinches but Kirishima just whispers reassurances to him. It’s not often that Bakugou is so mild mannered and subdued but when Kirishima is done with his massage and Bakugou is lying on the bed on his back, he can’t even work up the energy to get upset when the stupid fox climbs over and straddles him.

“Seems that the massage really worked hmm?” Kirishima smiles down at him and Bakugou just avoids eye contact rather than give him a response. That is until he felt those same fingers under his chin as they tilt his head back to look at Kirishima.

“Don’t be mean, shouldn’t I get at least a thanks. Maybe a kiss? “ he says hopefully. Bakugou will never understand this damn fox. He is ruthless when he comes to fighting and has no problem getting his hands dirty with the blood of his prey but he is the sappiest and most considerate person Bakugou has ever met when he isn’t fighting or scavenging for food.

“Fine.” As if he could say no to his face anyway. Lifting his arm, he tangles it in Kirishima’s red lock and pulls him down for a kiss. Nothing about Bakugou is gentle, not his attitude, his voice or his approach to things, but something about this stupid fox makes him want to be gentle. His soft lips against Bakugou’s chapped ones, his fingers tangling in his hair, being extremely careful of his nails. That damn red head was just too considerate and kind for his own good and it was starting to rub off on Bakugou as much as he hated to admit it.

Kirishima broke the kiss to start trailing butterfly kisses down the blonde’s neck. If anyone ever asked him who was the one that melted under a simple touch like this he was instructed to say it was him but he knew the truth. Since all Bakugou’s irritation and anger was gone and it was just the two of them nothing was stopping him from letting soft little sounds leave his lips as Kirishima pushed his shirt up to kiss his chest.

The fox had an obsession with Bakugou’s body much to Bakugou’s usual irritation. The blonde liked fucking. Just using it as something to take out aggression enough so that he can make it through the rest of the day without exploding. Kirishima on the other had liked love making, cherishing his partner and taking his time when it came to appreciating everything about them. It was endearing in a way, a way that Bakugou would never admit out loud but it was at the forefront of his thoughts as he thread his fingers through Kirishima’s hair.

Kirishima looked at him with those bright red eyes and smiles. He leans back up and captures Bakugou’s lips again in a kiss. This time it was less sweet and innocent. It was hot and heavy and it left Bakugo panting for air when Kirishima pulled away.

A smirk graced the fox’s lips. He took pride in being the only one that can make Bakugou a complete mess like this. Something starts to poke him and he grinds down on it lightly drawing a soft moan from the blonde underneath him.

“Are you getting hard Katsuki?” As much as Bakugou wants to yell at him, his voice is like a soft and smooth purr that sends a shiver up his spine and he is right about Bakugou being hard.

“So what if I fucking am huh? Don't look so smug about it- ah!” Before he could barely finish his sentence Kirishima ground down hard on his hips and all Bakugou could do was glare at him.

“Do you need a little help with this problem?” the smirk hasn't vanished yet and Kirishima slips his hand inside his pants and starts to palm him through his underwear. Bakugou’s face is flushed now and hips buck, looking for more friction. Kirishima leans down to whisper in his ear.

“I think you do. I want to hear it from you though. Tell me you want me to help, that you want me.”

Bakugou rolls his eyes, which is a little hard since staying focused on anything is a monumental mental task. Threads his fingers through Kirishima hair.

“Of course I want you. Why do I have to say it every fucking time we do this?” It was the only thing Kirishima seemed to need to hear over and over. From what Bakugou could gather Kirishima wasn’t used to someone wanting him. He was a forgotten spirit that roamed the forest by night and watched humans live their lives by day. All while staying high in a tree branch so he couldn’t be seen. He knew humans didn’t want him anymore and as much as he laughed it off and said it didn’t bother him, just from this one habit Bakugou knew that it meant a lot to him. “Cause I like hearing you say it.” Kirishima’s bright voice shakes the blonde from his thoughts. His hand pushes Bakugou’s pants down and throws them haphazardly on the floor and his underwear follows as well. Moving down so he can have a better view of Bakugou’s dick, Kirishima carefully wraps his fingers around the base. He is much better at this then when they first did this and he is aware of his claws at all times now, so when he starts to move his hand up and down Bakugou doesn’t really worry about having his dick shredded to pieces. He is also to lost in pleasure to even care if that happened right now.

Kirishima moves his head down and runs his tongue along the underside of Bakugou’s dick. It sent shivers up the blonde;s spine and a long drawn out moan was pulled from his throat when Kirishima takes him fully into his mouth. Bobbing his head up and down the redhead makes sure that he locks eyes with Bakugou. He knows how much Bakugou loves watching him when he is giving him a blow job. Bakugou starts to buck his hips up into Kirishima’s mouth and Kirishima relaxes his throat so he can take it. It doesn’t take long to bring Bakugou to the edge and his moans are higher and louder as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm.

Before he can have any release though Kirishima pulls off of him and climbs back up his body to straddle him. A whine comes from Bakugou before he can stop it, but he makes up for it with a glare as he bares his teeth at the fox.

“What the fuck?! Why the fuck did you stop you stupid fox?” Kirishima only smirked at him which just made his anger escalate. “I don’t want you to cum yet.” Kirishima says as he takes off his pants, his tail swishing lazily back and forth as he positions himself over Bakugou’s dick.

“I want to feel you inside me.” He lowers himself onto the blonde’s dick, feeling the stretch and burn of being filled up so much, so suddenly. The moans that fall from his lips are sounds that Bakugou never wants to forget. They are as clear as the bell around his neck and so angelic that it should be a sin for a spirit like him to sound like that. Kirishima’s tight heat wraps around him as he sits fully on his dick. It was enough to make him cum right then and there but Bakugou had his pride to think of and no way he was letting Kirishima have the satisfaction of seeing him cum from just entering him.

As soon as Kirishima is finished sinking onto him he starts to move. Bracing his hands against Bakugou’s chest, he lifts his hips up and brings the back down. The way he is biting his lip and the moans that escape even though he is trying to keep them back break all of Bakugou’s mental control and he puts his hands on Kirishima’s hips and starts to thrust into him. Kirishima’s moans start to get loud as Bakugou watches his face become overcome with pleasure. He leans over and presses their chests to gether so Bakugou can have a better angle. With a few thrusts Kirishima is nearly screaming with pleasure as Bakugou hits his sweet spot. “Ah…..Katsuki, Katsuki. So good…..it feels so good.” Normally he hates hearing his first name but the way Kirishima says it with a voice that sounds completely blissed out makes him moan hard. He turns his head and captures Kirishima’s lips in a searing kiss. It’s messy and uncoordinated but still perfect. He swallows all the noises and moans Kirishima makes and with a hard thrust to his sweet spot the redhead is moaning into his mouth as he cums. Bakugou keeps thrusting into him and breaks the kiss to breathe. Kirishima is whimpering from the oversensitivity but the looks on his face is what sends Bakugou over the edge as he cums deep inside Kirishima. He slows and stops, letting Kirishima laying on his chest as they both catch their breath.

“Did that help ease your mood?” Kirishima asks after awhile of just listening to the blond breathe. “Yeah Eijirou, it did.” He wasn’t lying. For how annoying the fox can be he seems to always know how to relax Bakugou and make him forget about the bad day he was having. Kirishima’s ears perk up, the large red earrings in them swaying with the motion.

“You used my name.” The underrated joy in his voice was impossible to ignore and Bakugou just sighed and wrapped his arms around the boy on top of him. “Yes you stupid fox, I used your name. Happy?” Kirisma just grinned and snuggles closer into Bakugou. He yawns, showing off all his sharp canine teeth and closes his eyes. “Yeah, that makes me really happy.”

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Lance checked his phone as soon as he got out of bed. Chance of a thunderstorm tonight, it read. Great, he sighed, just what he needed. The Weapon got up and stretched, it was Saturday so there’s no class and he will probably lounge around the house all day since he didn’t make any plans. Going to the bathroom and brushing his teeth, he decided against getting dressed, figuring he didn’t need to on such a lazy day. He wandered into the kitchen still sleepy and without his headphones on and wrapped his arms around his Meister who was making breakfast.

“Someone woke up late today?” His Miester mused with a smile painted across his lips. Lance couldn’t quite make out what he said since he was just listening to his voice through his back but he make a noise of agreement in return since he can guess it’s something about being up late. The dark haired boy turned around in his arms and kissed his forehead making Lance smile. Keith is always so lovey dovey with him and it makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside everytime he sees his smile or feels his lips.

“What...are you...making?” Lance asked slowly. It’s hard to gauge when he has made a sound or when a particular vowel is changing but Keith always seems to patient with him and waits for him to finish asking the question before answering. Keith smiles to himself as he hears Lance’s voice.

“I’m making eggs and bacon. Do you want some?” He made sure to speak clearly so Lance could read his lips and Lance brighten at the mention of bacon. “Of..course!” That just made Keith smile more. “Alright then, go set the table and I’ll have it ready for you in just a few minutes.” The brunette went about setting the table happily and sits down when he's done waiting for Keith to be done making breakfast. A few minutes later Keith comes over to the table with a plate of eggs, bacon and toast and sets it between the two seats. Sitting down he motions for Lance to dig in which the Weapon is more than happy to oblige. Loading his plate up he starts to eat, humming at how good it tastes. Keith has always been an excellent cook. No one but Shiro and him know that though and it’s kind of like their little secret. Keith watches Lance eat in amusement and finishes his food as Lance is starting on his second helping. He leans over to tap him on the arm to get his attention.

“I am going to town with Shiro today. He needs to see a black smith about his brass knuckles and wants me to come along so I can pick out a metal for my sword. Are you alright with saying here on your own?” He read the weather report as well and he knows that Lance has a dislike for thunderstorms, or at least that’s what Lance as told him. “I’ll….be...fine.” Lance gives him a bright smile to reassure him knowing that if he lets Keith think for a minute that he won’t be okay he won’t leave the house and Lance doesn’t want him to miss a day with Shiro just because of his stupid fear. “Say...Hi to...Shiro for...me.” Keith’s shoulders release the tension that was in them and he returns Lance’s smile. “Will do.” He gets up and walks over to Lance. Tilts his head up and gives him a long kiss.

“I’ll be back before seven.” He goes to grab his coat and Lance waves and signs a travel safe and goodbye to him before he walks out the door. Once he has seen the door is closed he turns back to his food, suddenly losing his appetite. He prays that the thunderstorms don’t come until after seven. He really doesn’t want to be here all alone when they get here.  

Unfortunately the gods Lance prayed to didn’t seem to listen. So now here he was, sitting on his bed curled up into a ball with a blanket on his head. The thing that scared him about thunderstorms was that he couldn't hear the thunder. He could only feel is rattle thing things around him and see the brief flash of lightning lighting up the room from beyond his blanket cave. He would put on his headphones if the loud sudden clap of noise didn’t hurt his ears when he was wearing them. All he could do was wait for Keith to come home. Everything would be alright with his Miester around.

It felt like forever but finally Keith walked through the front door. He was drenched head to toe and jacket dripped water everywhere. Shucking the wet leather off and toeing his shoes off he made his way into the apartment. All the lights were off and Lance wasn’t in the living room or kitchen like he normally is which is odd. Keith makes his way to his Weapon’s room and finds a something curled up under a blanket when he walks in. Walking over to Lance’s bed he pulls the blanket off so Lance knows it’s him. He watches as panic fills the brunette’s eyes for a second before they light up when he realizes it’s just Keith and not someone else. He gives keith a huge grin until a clap of thunder makes the bed shake a small bit, not enough for Keith to see but enough for Lance to feel it.

Before Keith can even react Lance is in his arms, knocking him to the ground with an oaf! Lance pulls away a bit to look down at him. “You’re...all..wet.” He says with a smile. Now that his Miester is home the thunder isn’t so bad. Keith just laughs. “Of course I am wet. I got stuck out in the rain and it’s down pouring.” He weaves his fingers into Lance’s hair. “Are you alright though? I know you don’t like thunderstorms but I didn’t know you were afraid of them.” Lance just shakes his head and gets up, pulling Keith up with him. “I’m...fine now...with you here. Let’s take...a bath. You’re cold..right?”

Keith didn’t notice before since he was worried about Lance but he was shivering and his fingers and toes where ice cold. “Yeah, a bath sounds great right now.” Lance pulls him toward the bathroom and fills the tub up. Keith has trouble taking his clothes off since his hands are cold and shaking but Lance helps him and soon they are both in the tub. Keith sighs as the cold leeches out of him and Lance cuddles up to him with his back against his meister’s back. Keith wants to ask him if he is really okay but he wouldn’t be able to hear him anyway.

Paris, the city of love. With the Eiffel tower standing tall above everything else. A symbol of France that every country knows. Sitting on the Champs De Mars it looks over the city in a soft glow of yellow and orange lights that glittered all the way down the tower. It was the city where impossible things happened, the city that everyone wanted to visit because of it magic. Skylar wanted to see it ever since she was young. The lights at night casted blues and purples across the streets while the Eiffel Tower seemed like a beacon of hope and peace. The moment she stepped foot in the wondrous city she never wanted to leave. It was everything she imagined and more. The small cafes that decorated the landscape took her breath away. The smells and sounds enchanted her. But what really made it the best place ever was being there with Himaya. The way the oranges and yellow fell softly on her fuchsia hair was a color combination made in heaven. Her amber eyes reflected the stunning colors of the city and it took all Skylar’s willpower to not stare at them forever.

Skylar couldn’t believe that all of this was even real, being in Paris eating crepes with her girlfriend and everything just being okay. It wasn’t long ago when she thought her life was in shambles and everything was just crumbling down around her. If someone had told her that this was going to happen two years ago she would have laughed at them while her depression grew bigger deep inside her. It was really a dream come true. Everything was going to well that the 3 weeks that they were staying seemed to go by in the blink of an eye. Before she knew it they were packing to head home. She was kind of disappointed since she had loved it here, but she did miss the warm, familiar feel of her own bed. As she began sorting through her shirts, folding them into perfect squares she heard a crash from the kitchen. Completely forgetting the clothes on the floor she jumped to her feet and ran toward the kitchen. She caught herself before she ran in when she saw the pieces of a broken mug on the floor. Looking up she watched as the realization became apparent on Himaya’s face.

“Oh, Skylar don’t come in here. You don’t have any shoes o-” Her sentence was cut short by a yawn. Skylar smiled. Himaya was not the best morning person and it always took her about an hour to be fully awake on a normal day. Today though they had to get up earlier than normal and Himaya was basically sleeping on her feet, the fact that she was swaying just by standing was event of that. She probably meant to hold the cup, or at least pick it and was too out of it to realize her didn’t have a very good grip on it.

“Don’t move babe. You don’t have any shoes on either and you’re too out of it to navigate all this broken ceramic.“ Skylar said as she looked around there hotel room, trying to find her sandals she had haphazardly thrown across the room last night because she was to tired to much of anything else. Spotting them in the corner she quickly retrieved them, pulling them on. Walking across the floor of the kitchen, hearing the crunching the cup under her feet she made her way over to Himaya, who looked like she was struggling to keep her eyes open. Maybe waking up at 5 a.m wasn’t the best idea in hindsight.

Over the summer Skylar had a surprise growth spurt making her only and inch or so shorter than Himaya. This made picking her up much easier. She leaned down and swept Himaya up into her arms, on arm under legs and the other around her back. Any other time Himaya would have made a fuss, she hates being picked up, but right now she was seemed about to fall asleep with her head on Skylar’s shoulder. Next time Skylar will just do the packing since having a half awake Himaya just seems to be dangerous. Walking over to the queen sized bed, she laid the dark skinned woman on top of the covers since they had already made the bed. She was out like a light and Skylar sighed. So much for working together to cut the packing time in half. Making her way back to the various clothes scattered in disarray across the floor she sighed again. This was going to take forever.                                                    __________

   A few hours later, Skylar was in the kitchen making breakfast. She had cleaned up all the broken pieces of the mug but still wore her shoes since she had gotten fully dressed a while ago. Track pants and crop top tank  that said “C’est la vie” across it was what she had chosen for the day for obvious reasons. As she was finishing up making her omelette, Himaya stumbled into the room. The shirt she was wearing was much too big for her and fell off her shoulders. It amused Skylar because Himaya normally wears clothes that make her look more mature. It’s only early in the morning or at night when they are alone that she indulges in her secret love for bagging clothing.

 “Morning babe. How are you feeling this morning?” Setting her breakfast on the table she motioned for Himaya to sit down. Sitting like a heavyweight, Himaya yawned, stretching her arms and popping her joints.

 “I feel like I slept for a thousand years.” Skylar laughed.

 “Well that may be true. You never did fully wake up earlier this morning and you were out cold in a second after you broke your mug.” The look of confusion washed over the older woman’s face,

 “It’s alright, I cleaned up all the pieces and neither of us got hurt so it’s all good.” Skylar said and she waved off any worry. Relief flooded Himaya’s face and Skylar thought it was silly the way she worried so much for the pale skinned girl, yet it was also endearing so she let it slide. 

 After their breakfast they finished the packing that remained, which wasn’t much. Since they had some time before their flight home they decided to visit the shops for some last minute souvenirs. It was surprisingly hot for September so Skylar bought some hair ties and put her hair up in a messy bun. She was thankful that she had a glass eye now instead of bandages that just stick to your skin and collect sweat. It was odd to be able to touch her right side of her face and feel soft skin instead of scratchy bandages but she was getting used to it. The streets were busy with bustling people hurrying to where ever they need to be at. It was nice to just take in the scenery and watch the world go by while you can just take it all in. 

As the end of the day drew near the two girls headed back to their hotel room and grabbed their luggage. The taxi ride to the airport was short, but relaxing. The airport was even busier than it was when they first got here and it was overwhelming. All the noise and people made Skylar wanted to run back the hotel, she was never good in crowds. The people didn’t really scare her, it was more the notion that she could easily get lost or separated with the people she was with.

She linked arms with Himaya so she wouldn’t lose her and they made their way to the terminal. The names of the flights blinked crimson on the blackboard. Skylar scanned the board for their flight. When she found it she saw the word “DELAYED” stamped in bright red letters next to the flight name. Great, nothing like spending hours waiting for a flight. Skylar really wished she was home in her bed now. She turned to Himaya.

“What time is it?”

“7:30” Himaya replied checking her watch. Skylar sighed as she looked back to the board. It said it would be a 4 hour wait. She was not looking forward to waiting 4 hours for a flight.

“Do you wanna grab a bite to eat?” Skylar barely was able to finish her sentence before Himaya was dragging her back out of the airport. If there was one thing she learned while being Himaya is that she is an unstoppable force when it came to food. There were a lot of restaurants near the airport which made finding something to eat quite easy. They settled on going to a little cafe down the street. The menu had so many things on it Skylar could barely keep track of it all. She decided on a ham and cheese sandwich with a glass of lemonade. Himaya ordered a 4 egg white sandwich with fruit and a coffee. The amount of food the woman could eat was amazing.

After getting there food and Himaya complaining about how small the dish looked to her they decided to wander around for a bit since they still had at least 2 hours left. The summer air started to cool which was a wonderful contrast to the unbearable heat before. The sun was setting and it casted everything in warm colors that made Skylar smile. Laying on a grassy hill in a park they found she looked up at the sky watching the clouds roll lazily by. The sounds of children playing could be heard and a warm breezes blew through the trees, sending the first of autumn leaves down. She turned on her side to Himaya who had her eyes closed and a small smile on her face. Seeing her look so serene Skylar realized it shouldn’t be possible to be in love as deeply as she is. It was amazing to love someone so much and for them to return that love. She thanked not for the first time for the mysterious force that looked down on her and gave her someone as wonderful as Himaya. As if feeling eyes on her, Himaya opened her eyes to look back at Skylar.

“What are you looking at?” She asked while smiling. She had perfectly straight teeth and ruby red lips. Skylar would love this woman until the day she dies.

“Just you. I was thinking how lucky I was to have someone as wonderful as you.” She said while scooting closer to her and resting her head on the older woman’s shoulder.

“Ya know flattery will get you nowhere. Expect with me, I can stand to hear more about how wonderful I am.” Skylar batted at her side while the dark woman laughed.

“You are impossible. One compliment and suddenly you think you are all high and mighty.” She said, but she was laughing as well. She loved it when she was able to make Himaya laugh, it was something she strived for every day. Her laugh was contagious and best sound that she has ever heard.

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By the time they made it back to the airport it was almost 9:15. Even though it was still relatively early all Skylar wanted to do was sleep in her bed. As they walked through the giant doors of the airport it was much less crowded than it was before much to Skylar’s relief. Just a handful of people were making their way across the room on their way to a gate or a restaurant that was built into the airport. Skylar realized they could have just eaten at the airport but with all the people there before she didn’t even know it was there. Getting to the terminal was much easier this time and they both watched the board for their flight to come up. When it finally did the word “CANCELED” was stamped next to the flight and honestly Skylar was too tired to get angry although that did not stop Himaya from running up the desk woman and demanding the reason behind the cancellation of the flight. Again if Skylar wasn’t so tired she would have felt sorry of the woman who looked terrified under the constant barrage of Himaya’s wrath.

It took a good amount of time and a lot of promises of her favorite foods and a movie night to finally get Himaya to leave the airport. Hailing a taxi and finding a hotel to stay at took much longer than Skylar thought was necessary and by the time they finally made it to their room of the fourth hotel they tried to stay at she just collapsed onto the bed.

“Ugh, wake me up when the world ends.” She said her voice muffled by the pillows on the bed. She could hear the sound of Himaya moving around behind her and she turned her head to breathe and to watch what the other woman was doing. Said other woman was opening all the suitcases and digging through them. Skylar sat up so fast she thought she might have given herself whiplash.

“Himaya why are you throwing the clothes all around, I spent hours packing all that stuff.” She whined as her girlfriend made  a ‘aha’ sound and pulled out their case of DVDs.

“You promised a movie night tonight babe.” She said as she went about picking out movie and popping them into the machine. Skylar through her head back onto the pillows, she was so tired and honestly the promise was just to get Himaya to leave the poor woman alone. She had hope she would have forgotten about it by the time they had gotten to the hotel but she guessed she was wrong. Himaya had found the kitchen and started to make to snacks for the movies. Getting up Skylar got changed into her sleep clothes and gave it to the fact that they would be watching a movie. She grabbed the comforter off the bed and sat down on the floor with it wrapped around her. She wasn’t sure what movie Himaya had picked, but she could always ask her when she came back. The blanket was warm and she found herself dozing off. The sound of the movie starting scared her awake though. Apparently whoever was using this room before them had forgotten to turn down the volume on the T.V. and it was so loud it hurt Skylar’s ears. Himaya was quick to bring the volume down though and the sudden change in volume left Skylar’s ears ringing.

“What a way to start a movie.” Himaya said while looking at Skylar’s confused and disgruntled face. The way she looked was so similar to a cat that had just been scared by a sneeze made Himaya laugh. Skylar glaring at her just made it funnier and she ended laughing so hard she was wheezing and wiping tears from her eyes. Skylar just pouted, she didn’t think it was that funny.

“I-I-m s-sorry!” Himaya said through the fits of laughter, “It’s just the look on your face was priceless.” Finally calming down Himaya nudged Skylar who was still pouting. “Come on. I know you can’t stay mad at me forever.” Skylar refused to let up and she opened her mouth to tell off the older woman when Himaya leaned in to kiss her, forcing her tongue into her open mouth and the shock was the only thing keeping Skylar from kissing back. By the time she came to her senses Himaya’s lips were gone and she was staring at her with a smile.

“Fine, I forgive you.” Skylar said after some reluctance.

“I knew you would.” Himaya hummed and they finally settled down to watch the movie. Skylar wasn’t sure what was happening on the screen because halfway through the film she began to fall asleep again. The warmth of the blanket and leaning against Himaya was too much for her and before long she was fast asleep.

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   The blinding sun was what eventually woke Skylar. She really regretted not closing the blinds the night before. Begrudgingly getting up, she had to untangle herself from her girlfriend who was still fast asleep, she must have carried her back to the bed after she fell asleep. The comforter and the other woman sleeping on top of her was making uncomfortably hot. She hoped their flight was on schedule today and they didn’t have to wait any longer. Making her way to the bathroom she stripped down to take a shower. The cool water felt so good on her overly hot skin. She just enjoyed it for awhile.

About half an hour later she was back to repacking the bags while her girlfriend continued to sleep. Sometimes the dark skinned woman was useless. Shaking her head she stood up and walked over to the sleeping figure and grabbed her by the shoulders to shake her awake. The sudden actions cause amber eyes snapped open in surprise and Skylar had to suppress a laugh at the reaction.

“Time to wake up babe.” She said while finishing up the last of the packing. Behind she could hear Himaya grumbling about being woken up so early even though it was almost 10 am. She went into the kitchen and made herself some coffee while she waited for her girlfriend to get dressed. She looked at her watch and checked the scheduled time for the flight. They had enough time to make to the airport if they left in the next five minutes.

“Come on, Himaya! We need to leave soon.” The only response she got was grumbling and huffing as she walked back into the front room. Skylar just shook her head in amusement as she watched her girlfriend pull on her shoes.

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Summary: Lance McClain is one the most powerful weapon known. However, he lost his meister over a year ago and since then no other meister has wanted to partner up with him because of how loud and annoying he can be. When he is attacked in an alleyway on his way home from school one day he meets a meister named Keith Kogane. Needless to say it’s hate at first sight, but Lance is desperate for a meister so he takes what he can get. As time goes on and Lance and Keith get closer Lance realizes that maybe he doesn’t hate his new meister as much as he thought he did. Maybe. (Hiatus)

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This was ridiculous.

“Hey! Would you stop flailing me around like I was dead weight or something? It’s gonna make me puke!” Lance yelled as his meister swung him again in the general direction of what they were fighting. Yup, gonna puke.

Currently Keith, his meister, was fighting a creature that was no longer human. It ran around the clearing they were in on eight legs that sprouted from its abdomen and its mouth was pulled into a smile that was too wide for it to be natural. It opened its mouth impossibly wide and charged his meister again. Barely avoiding the charge, Keith swung his hand back around, the one that held Lance and ran at the creature when he regained his footing.

“Would you shut up? Maybe if you aimed correctly I wouldn’t have to wave you around so much.” Keith grunted as he aimed the gun and shot at the creature’s head. He missed a few times, but on the fifth shot he finally nailed it and it fell to the ground with a horrific scream.  He let Lance go as the weapon transformed back into his human form. His hands were on his hips and he was glaring at Keith, the idea of finally having a meal wasn’t even a good enough distraction from his anger toward his meister.

“Excuse me, I aim fine. You on the other hand act like you’re swinging a sword when you fight with me and it’s disorienting. How many times do I have to tell you that swords and guns are two different weapons!” He had switched his body language to crossed arms over his chest as he was yelling. Keith just scoffed and mirrored Lance’s stance.

“I know that idiot and I am better with swords in the first place, not my fault you choose a meister that has a completely different skill set that you!” He spat as he felt his anger in his chest growing. This is exactly why he told Shiro he didn’t want a partner. He hated working with people, he hated people in general, however there was something about Lance that seemed to get under his skin even more than any other person. He was loud and obnoxious. He never taking anything seriously and walks around making jokes during their missions. It was infuriating and it always got in the way of their resonances, which made fighting difficult. And now he was just standing there with a smug look on his face.

“Oh, Keith, you haven’t even seen my skill set yet.” There he goes again, making stupid jokes at the worst times. It was near torture to be with him.

“That wasn’t even a good joke you insufferable prick.” Keith was seething now, his teeth clenched and his hands fisted hard enough that he could feel his nails biting into his skin. What made it even worse was that while he was talking Lance reached up and turned his headphones off. They were specially made by Pidge to let him hear when he had first lost his hearing. Keith doesn’t know that full story behind that, but right now he could really care less because the brown skinned boy was turning away from him and walking to the soul that he had completely forgotten about.

“Sorry. What was that? I didn’t hear you, maybe you should say it again.” Lance said as he turned back to Keith after picking up the soul. His grin was the most infuriating thing Keith has ever seen. He didn’t reply, there was no use in it anyway Lance couldn’t hear him and he was too far to read his lips. Instead he turned on his heel and made his way back to the group with Lance following behind him eating his soul.  When Keith looked back to see if he was following he noticed Lance had taken off his headphones and they were now resting around his neck. He figured that was how Lance let everyone else know he couldn’t hear as well.

When he made it back to the group the looks on their faces were tired. Apparently, the creature they fought took a lot longer to take down then they thought and it was a lot tougher too. Keith didn’t say anything to them as he got on his motorcycle, Lance getting on the seat behind him. If he could just leave him there he would, but Shiro would just scold him and make him sit through another hour-long lecture. He was too tired for that and just wanted to go home, so he started his motorcycle up and headed off toward said home without waiting for the others.

The trip was silent, neither Lance nor Keith wanted to talk to each other since the anger from their earlier argument was still running through their veins. When they finally did get home, they didn’t even look at each other as they walked into the apartment that they both shared. It wasn’t big, but it wasn’t small either. It was just enough space for them to live together without having to see each other all the time if they didn’t want to. It had two rooms, so they slept separately. Lance didn’t mind sleeping in the same room, but Keith hated the idea of sharing his space so the two rooms worked out for them. When they got into the house they went to do their own things to burn off steam. Keith went out to the yard since they were on the ground floor and trained while Lance went to his room to draw.

Drawing always calmed him down when he was upset. He never used to like it, but when he had lost his hearing Pidge suggest it as a way of communicating. Ever since then he has used it as a sort of therapy in a way. He sat on his bed putting his headphones on the nightstand, which was next to him and pulled out his sketch pad from under his pillow. He would sometimes get lost in a drawing for so long that it was the middle of the night before he knew it so he just ended up keeping it in bed with him since it was easier than getting out of the warm blankets to put it on his desk. As he opened it up and grabbed a pencil from the afore mentioned nightstand, he just let his mind go and drew whatever he thought of. Most of the time it was all Keith though. As much as he hated the guy, he was nice to look at and since they lived together he could study his features more than any other of his friends.

Today though he didn’t feel like drawing Keith, so he drew some environmental art instead. It was one of his favorite things to draw aside from Keith. As the hours went on Lance got lost in his drawing as he usually does and eventually fell asleep when the exhaustion from the fight that day got to be too much.

Everything happened as if it was in slow motion. One minute he was in his meister’s hand, firing at the creature who was fat and grotesque with an exposed stomach that showed his insides, and then the next he was thrown to the ground. Pain exploded from the impact of hitting the cement floor of the warehouse and it made his world go black for a few seconds. When everything came back into focus, he quickly turned back into his human form so he could get back to his meister. As he looked up to find him that’s when everything slowed down. The sound of tearing flesh and a horrific scream, the sight of a talon sticking out of his meister’s back, the scent of blood. It all over flooded Lance’s senses. He was frozen as he watched his meister fall to the ground in a pool of his own blood. He stared at Lance, but the light in his clear green eyes was gone and now they were just dull, clouded and lifeless. Everything stopped for Lance, he didn’t even fully register that the creature had picked him up and thrown him against a wall until he heard the crack of his head hitting the brick and the pain was almost too much to bare. As he sank to the ground he vaguely noticed that he couldn’t hear anything. A small part of him panicked, but a bigger part of them thought this is what he deserves. It was his fault. The reason why the body lying in front of him was no longer breathing, was no longer alive was all his fault. He wanted to scream but he couldn’t make his voice work. He was a failure, he couldn’t even freak out properly. Everything was his fault.

Lance woke up with a start. He may have screamed, but he didn’t know. His throat was sore and raw so it was a strong possibility that he did. Sitting up, he willed his breathing to calm down, trying to suck in as much air as possible. As his eyes adjusted to the dark he looked down at his hands and noticed how badly they were shaking. Clenching them into fists to make them stop he got up from bed. He was a little wobbly on his legs but it was only for a few moments. He stood in the middle of his room and tried to calm down. He knew what he needed right now. He needed his meister, needed to see that he was okay and not dead like his previous one, but he also knew that Keith wouldn’t be too happy with him waking him up in the middle of the night just because Lance had a nightmare. He needed something else then. Grabbing his headphones off the nightstand he didn’t feel like putting them on, but he felt better when he had them around. Putting them around his neck he made his way to the small kitchen they had. Maybe tea would help calm him down, Pidge always drank it when she was riled up from a mission and it helped her so he figured he give it a shot.

He opened the cabinet that had all their mugs in it and pulled out his mug. It was blue and said ‘I woke up like this’ in black letters. He nearly dropped it however because his hands were still shaking. Gripping it tighter he walked over the counter to get the kettle and fill it up with water. When he turned around to go to the sink he nearly had a heart attack and this time he really did drop his mug. Keith was standing in the door way, looking very unhappy. He was wearing his pajamas, which was a white t – shirt and red sweat pants, his hair was very messed up and he had his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the door way. In any other situation, Lance would have considered that very hot, but right now he was trying to get his heart to restart again and his breathing to calm down again. As he was trying to calm down he didn’t notice Keith walking over to him until he felt himself being lifted. A squeak may have come out of him but he still didn’t know. All he knows is that he was way too embarrassed to do anything as Keith carried him over to the couch in their living room and set him down, turning around and walking back into the kitchen. Probably to clean up the broken mug.

It was probably minutes, but it felt like hours to Lance as he waited for Keith to come back. In hindsight, he could’ve gone back to his room, but that was the last thing he wanted to do so he sat on the couch and waited. He was looking down at his hands when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Looking up he saw Keith motion to his ears and mouth the word ‘Headphones’. Oh, right he had forgotten he was wearing those on his neck. Taking them off his neck and putting them on his head he turned them on. Suddenly he could hear everything and it was very jarring. Even if that was how he started every day it didn’t mean he would ever get used to it.

“Lance?” Keith’s voice stood out from all the ambient noise. It was soft and so very unlike how Keith usually talked to him. He looked down, not wanting to make eye contact with the raven-haired boy. “Do you want to tell me what happened back there?”

Lance looked up at him. When did he start caring all of a sudden? Was Lance really that pathetic that the boy who hates his guts and every fiber of his being was taking pity on him? It almost made Lance want to laugh at how ridiculous this all was, but he didn’t. He opened his mouth to speak, to tell Keith that he was alright and he should forget anything ever happened and go back to bed, but that didn’t happen. Instead what happened was that he started to cry. Not gross sobbing with spit and mucus everywhere but just tears running down his face silently. The look on Keith’s face softened and it just wanted to make Lance cry more. Keith was supposed to be yelling at him for being a cry baby not comfort him like he did when he sat on the couch next to Lance and wrapped him up in his arms, pulling him against his chest. While Lance sobbed into his shirt he could hear the steady beat of his meister’s heart. It started to calm him. This is what he needed, proof that his meister was alive and okay. As his cries quieted down and were reduced to sniffles, Keith soft voice broke the silence between them.

“Do you want to talk about why you were screaming a few minutes ago, and then crying just now?” Leave it to Keith to be blunt about everything. Lance didn’t really feel like talking but he had a huge weight in his chest and Hunk told him it was good to talk about your feelings when they get to be too much, so he took a deep breath and decided to answer Keith.

“I…I had a nightmare. A-About my previous meister.” His voice was small and sounded to unnatural to him. He leaned back from the hug he was still wrapped up in to look at Keith. The confusion was plain as day on his face and Lance shouldn’t have been surprised. He never talked about his previous meister and whenever someone brought him up in a conversation he just laughed and changed the topic before he could really think about it. “He…uh well,” Lance’s voiced felt thick in his throat but he pressed on, wanting this weight to go away.

“He died and it was my fault. I was too slow when it happened. I couldn’t protect him and then I couldn’t even protect myself.” He laughed bitterly at how pathetic he sounded. He pointed to his headphones as he continued to talk. “That’s how I lost my hearing, because I was too incompetent to protect the one person that mattered most.” He stared at his hands again not able to look at those dark beautiful eyes. He was useless. Keith would probably want to get rid of him right now.

“Lance.” Lance didn’t look up. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t face the rejection that Keith was sure to give him. He messed everything up, he always does. Nothing ever goes right when he is involved, no wonder Keith is always yelling at him during missions. He was a total screw up and everyone knew it. They probably only kept him around because they felt sorry for him. Warm hands on his face brought him out of his internal monologue and made him look up at the boy in front of him. There was no rejection on his face, there was no anger or hatred or pity, there was just fondness. It confused Lance because that was the last emotion he ever expected to see on his meister’s face.

“You aren’t incompetent Lance. It wasn’t your fault what happened to your meister. As miesters we know the risks of the job and we fight despite them. You fight harder than anyone I know. I might give you a hard time about it yes but really, I am impressed. Your loud and obnoxious and sometimes very annoying but you care about your friends and you protect them. You protect me when it really matters and that makes you a great partner.”

Lance was stunned, not only was that the most amount of words he has ever heard out of Keith, but they were also all compliments. He couldn’t say anything so he just laid his head against Keith’s chest to hide the blush that was surely turning his face a bright cherry red right now. He felt Keith making soothing circles on his back and before he knew it he let sleep over take him. His sleep was dreamless this time. No nightmares and no dreams but he wasn’t scared, instead he felt safe and protected.

When he woke up the next morning he was met with silence and the realization that he was sleeping in Keith’s bed. Keith had his arms wrapped snuggly around him and Lance had his head lain against his chest. He would have freaked out, he would have bolted straight out of bed and tried to get out as fast as possible the he could feel Keith’s heartbeat against his ear and he decided he didn’t want to get up just yet.

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Keith felt awful. He had woken up with a terrible headache and a sore throat. He probably was getting sick. Dammit. He hated being sick.

Getting out of bed, he felt sluggish as he made his way into the kitchen to make coffee. Turning on the coffee pot he yawned and stretched his arms over his head, hearing his joints pop. He looked at the clock on their oven and read the time. It was 6:30 on the dot. He normally woke up around 5 so the fact that he slept in only added to his conclusion of him being sick. He sighed and opened the cabinet that had all their mugs in it. He pulled his out which was red and had a picture of a grumpy looking cat on it. It was a joke gift from Lance a few months ago, but Keith used it anyway since it was the only one big enough to hold the amount of coffee he need in the morning to function right.

After he had poured himself coffee, he went to the living room and sat on the couch. He was too achy to train like he normally did so he grabbed a book of the coffee table instead and decided to read. The apartment was quiet with Lance still asleep. His weapon never got up before 7 and even then, it was a struggle to get him out of bed. Keith liked the quiet though. It reminded him of how it used to be when he was living on his own. He never minded the solitude and was perfectly content with remaining on his own for the rest of his life. That all changed when he met Lance however and ever since then living with the Cuban boy and being surrounded by constant noise had become the norm for him. It was all Shiro’s idea anyway, making him take on a partner even though he hated working with people.  Keith had to admit, though having someone you can rely on to watch you back was nice. Not that he would ever let Lance know that, of course. It would go straight to his head and inflate his already gigantic ego.

It was around 7:15 when his weapon decided to make his way into the kitchen. Keith looked up and watched as the brunette stumbled into the room and nearly ran into every wall he encountered. Keith liked watching him like this. When he was quiet and still half asleep. It made him kind of cute. He went back to reading his book as Lance came over to sit on the couch with his own cup of coffee. If Keith could even call it that. He was pretty sure Lance put more sugar in it than coffee and just the thought of it made him feel sick. That might have also been because he was definitely sick now.

Lance sat crossed legged on the couch and sipped his coffee while turning on the T.V. He still had his headphones around his neck so he couldn’t hear the T. V.  Keith assumed he just turned it on so he had something to look at rather than the wall.

Keith got up from the couch around 7:30 to get dressed and ready for class. He didn’t want to be late again. Last time he made it to class after the bell his teacher had used him as a model for the experiment they were doing that day. He still shivers at the look in his teacher’s eye when he told the class what they were doing. If it hadn’t been for Lance stepping in and telling the teacher off Keith was almost positive he would have been another corpse on an examination table in his teacher’s lab. That was a terrifying thought. He went to his room and pulled off his shirt and pants and changed into an outfit that was more suitable for the day. He put on his red jacket, a dark t shirt and jeans. He pulled his gloves on too and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and fix his hair. Lance always made fun of him for wearing them but he liked them so he ignored his weapon like he does with most the stuff that comes out of his mouth. It didn’t take him long to get ready and he even took some cold medicine that was behind their bathroom mirror to help with his sickness. The last thing he needed was him being sick interfering with their work and getting one of them hurt.

Walking out of the bathroom he looked over to see that Lance was still on the couch watching T.V. Keith huffed and went over to him, flicking him on the head

“Ow!” Lance looked up with his clear blue eyes that made Keith’s heart melt. “What was that for?”

Keith didn’t answer him verbally and just signed to him in sign language that they needed to go now if they didn’t want to be late for class. Lance grumbled, but got off the couch anyway. He didn’t want to piss off his teacher’s any more than Keith did and it was another 15 minutes before they were both ready and leaving the apartment. Getting to school wasn’t hard. Keith’s motorcycle was fast and they only were delayed a small bit because Keith had zoned out at a red light and missed when it turned green so they had to wait for it to turned again. Lance had asked him if he was alright and Keith only grunted in response, telling him he was fine and that he didn’t need to worry.

They got to class a few seconds before the bell rang and went to their seats as quickly as they could. Pidge and Hunk were already there and looked at them with a knowing glance as they sat down. It wasn’t the first time they had cut it close with getting to school on time and Keith was no in the mood for lectures. As soon as he sat down, he leaned his seat back and kicked his legs up on the desk. He was tired, which was normal since it was early, but he felt like he had just run a marathon and then decided to swim ten laps. Their teacher walked into the class after the bell like he always does and started the lesson. Keith didn’t really pay attention though and before he knew it he had fallen asleep.

He awoke to shaking. He opened his eyes and was suddenly met with a bright smile and equally bright eyes.

“Dude, Keith. Class has been over for like the last ten minutes. You sure you’re doing alright?” His weapon asked as he went to feel his forehead, but Keith swatted his hand away. He didn’t like when people worried about him over something as stupid as a cold.

“I’m fine Lance. Just had a long night and needed to catch up on some much needed sleep.” It wasn’t a lie. He really had gone to bed late because of an assignment he had to finish before Wednesday. Lance didn’t seem convinced though and just frowned at him. It was unfair how good he looked even when he was frowning. Lance opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Pidge when she came back into the room. “How long are you two gonna flirt in here? Shiro and I checked the board and we all have a mission today. Get your butts out here and let’s go. I’m sick of waiting.” She grumbled as she turned back around and left the room. Keith stood up before Lance could continue his earlier line of questioning and grabbed his weapon’s wrist, pulling him out of the room. Lance was quiet when they made it to Shiro and Pidge, who were waiting at the front of the school, which meant that he was thinking. Keith really hated it when he started to think because as much as he called the Cuban boy an idiot he was surprisingly intuitive and picked up on most things Keith tried to hide. It was probably because they were weapon and meister. They were more in tune with each other’s mental state that anyone else, but Keith still hated it all the same.

Shiro just looked at Keith as he and Lance got on his motorcycle. He was probably wondering why Lance of all people was silent. Keith just shot him a look that said it wasn’t his fault and Lance was just being weird again. Starting up his motorcycle and kicking the kickstand up he followed Pidge, who was on her hover board and Shiro, who had his own motorcycle.

“So, what is our mission anyway?” Keith asked a few minutes later over the sound of rushing wind in his ears.

“There is a village on the outskirts of town that has been terrorized by a non-human soul. They’ve been asking for help for a while, but I guess no one had time to go check it out. The board said the creature was close to becoming a kishin which is probably why they finally sent us out.” Pidge said as she came over to ride next to Keith so he could hear her.

Well while it didn’t surprise Keith that that was the only reason they were going to help, it didn’t exactly feel good knowing that. The whole reason he was an orphan to begin with was because the school did nothing to help his village when it was attacked by a non-human soul. He had hated the school for years because of that. He still doesn’t like it but he has managed to push most of his hate away since Shiro found him and took him in. The school may have not done anything to assist his village but it became his second home because of Shiro so he has a hard time hating it now.

Keith skid his motorcycle to a halt as they got the village. It was quiet and empty. He kicked the kickstand out and got off the bike. Lance was right at his side without a word. The place may have looked empty but they could feel the soul of a corrupt human lurking somewhere around. All four of them walked into the village. There was no one around, it looked like everyone had left in a hurry. They probably did.

Looking around, Keith tried to hone in on the aura of the non-human’s soul and locate it. A sound of a broken twig behind him made him whip around. Lance was already in weapon form and in his hand. There was nothing there but Keith knew they weren’t alone. He took slow, methodical steps toward the direction he heard the sound in. He could hear Pidge transforming behind him but he didn’t look back. All of a sudden, he heard a crash and barely avoided the long hand that reached out for him from one of the house next to them. Jumping back, he watched the creature pull his hand back into the hole in made in the side of the building it was in. It then pulled its whole body out into the open. The thing was disgusting. It had four limbs but they were long and bent in awkward angles. Its neck was also long and its head was hanging upside down, swinging around wildly as the creature moved. Its abdomen was swollen and dripping some kind of liquid.

Not staring at it long in hopes it wouldn’t make him throw up, Keith aimed his gun at the creature’s head and fired rapidly. The creature raised its hand and the shots bounced off it. Damn, this is was going to be tough. He kept firing as he watched Shiro run at it with Pidge. Pidge’s weapon form was a small blade that came to a point in the middle and was attached to a hand hold so Shiro could use her like brass knuckles. She was small but she also emitted electricity when she struck. Her Resonance let her blade because huge which meant she could deal more damage. Her and Shiro made a good team since they were already in Resonance and Shiro slashed at the horrifying creature.

Unfortunately, the thing had thick skin. Even with Pidge in her full form she could barely made a scratch on it. The creature tossed Shiro back and he hit the ground hard but was up on his feet in seconds. Well this was going wonderfully, Keith thought as he backed up and jumped up onto a low roof of one of the houses. If he didn’t get a head shot, they would be fighting this thing for hours. Lining the scope on top of Lance up with his target, Keith pulled the trigger.

His shot was off though. Right before he could shoot he suddenly got super dizzy and had to brace himself with one hand on the roof so he didn’t completely fall off it.

“Keith! Hey! Are you alright?!” Lance yelled as Keith shook his head a bit to clear it. He could feel his weapon’s panic through their link.

“I’m fine Lance. Don’t worry about me, just worry about hitting that fucking thing in the head.” It probably wasn’t the best time to get mad, but Keith was irritated. Not at Lance but at himself for being so incompetent. Even if he was sick, he shouldn’t have missed a shot like that.

None of the panic that he felt from Lance went away but he ignored it and lined up his shot again. The damn thing was moving now as he looked through his scope. Shiro and Pidge were still fighting it and it was almost impossible to get a clean shot. Of course, he screws up the one time he gets a break and now he has to wait for an eternity for there to be an another opening.

Finally, after what feels like forever he gets a clean shot. Taking it as soon as he can he pulls the trigger and nails the creature right in the head. It falls on its back and fails for a minute before going completely still and limp. Thank god that was over, Keith didn’t know much longer he would have been able to hold out. As he watched the creature fall, his world began to tilt. Shit. Maybe he was sicker than he thought he was. He expected to hit the roof or worse the ground but instead he felt two arms wrap around him and pull him back before he went toppling over the edge. “God dammit Keith. If you were sick why did you just tell me? You could have gotten yourself killed!” The sound of Lance’s voice was above him but it sounded like it was coming through water. His head was so fuzzy and it hurt, the headache that he has had all day seemed to be getting worse. He felt himself being lifted but he didn’t protest. He was too tired to fight Lance so he let him carry him back to Shiro and Pidge.

Vaguely Keith realized Lance doesn’t know how to ride his motorcycle which meant that they had to leave it there. Fuck. Pidge let Lance use her hoverboard since he knew how to ride that and she got on the back of Shiro’s motorcycle. Normally Keith hated Lance’s flying, it was so uncoordinated and he always took unnecessary risks, but the way he was flying was soothing. He was just riding the wind, making sure not to jostle Keith too much. Eventually Keith fell asleep. When he woke up, he didn’t know where he was at first. They had just been fighting a non-human soul, why was he suddenly wrapped up in a thousand blankets in a bed. As he looked around the room he was in. he slowly began to remember what happened. That’s right. He passed out during a mission and Lance had to take him home. Speaking of Lance, his weapon was sitting at the foot of the bed leaning against the end post and was drawing in his sketchpad. Keith knew he worried Lance quite a bit then. The Cuban boy only drew when he was stressed about something or after one of their fights. Sitting up, he caught the brunette’s attention.

“Hey.” Keith’s voice sounded hoarse and his throat burned. He tried to smile but the look on Lance’s face made it falter slightly

“Don’t ‘Hey’ me. What the fuck were you thinking? Do you know how worried I was when I saw you fall? You can’t do that to me Keith, you just can’t!” Lance’s face was red with rage. He had put his sketchbook down and was now crawling toward Keith, jabbing him in the chest with a finger when he got closed to him. Keith didn’t say anything as Lance continued to yell, his voice was stuck in his throat.

“You could’ve died for all I know. Do you know what that means? I would have lot another meister. Another one!” Keith could see tears beginning to form in his weapons bright blue eyes.

“I wouldn’t have died. It’s just a cold.” Keith’s voice was small and quiet. He hated making his weapon worry and even worse he hated making him cry. The Cuban boy has been through enough and Keith didn’t want to add to it.

“Just a cold?! Keith, you nearly fell off a roof!” Lance’s tears were flowing down his cheeks freely now as he grabbed Keith’s shirt and pulled him forward. Keith clenched his eyes shut bracing himself for the hit Lance was sure to give him. That didn’t happen though, what happened was that he felt those same arms as before wrap around him and hold him as if he would disappear any second.

“Please, please, please. Don’t do that ever again, don’t scare me like that ever again. I couldn’t handle it if I lost you. Not just cause you’re my meister but also because you’re the most important person to me ever right now.” Lance’s voice was muffled since his face was smushed into Keith’s chest. Keith couldn’t help it, he smiled softly as he looked down at his weapon. He knew he had scared the brunette badly today but he also knew that Lance cared about him a lot. Sighing, he brought his hand up and ran it through his weapon’s hair, calming him down.

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It was all that Lance’s fault they were in this mess to begin with. Keith cursed as he quickly evaded another attack from the stitched-up scientist. They have been fighting for nearly two hours and it was getting to be a little much. Swinging Lance around to aim at the mismatched man and ignoring the weapon’s protests, Keith shot at the other meister. None of his shot landed though, which wasn’t a surprise since he hasn’t landed a single hit on the guy since they started. Yeah, this was all Lance’s fault.

They had been arguing in the cafeteria like they always do when it happened. Keith wiped the gooey food they were all forced to eat off his face and glared at the Cuban boy who was sitting across from him.

“Seriously? Throwing food like some grade schooler because you’re upset? What are you? 7?” His blood boiled and it didn’t help that he had only gotten three hours of sleep because of training and Lance’s had a stupid need to blast music at 8 am every morning.

“As if? You know I am older that you, right? If anything, you acting like the kid here, being all sulky and grumpy just cause you didn’t get your beauty sleep.” Lance’s voice was seriously starting to get on his nerves and Keith grit his teeth.

“You’re gonna talk to me about beauty sleep? I’m not the one that goes to bed with a face mask on!” He stood up from the table so he was taller than the brown-haired boy, but the insufferable idiot got up too and butted heads him.

“I do it because it helps with acne. You think this beautiful face is easy to maintain? Of course, you don’t cause you do nothing to take care of yourself, you stupid mullet head! Hell, I’m the one that always has to save you during missions!”

“Really? You’re  gonna bring up our missions? Last week you nearly got us killed because of the pretty girl at the bar said hi to you. She wasn’t even your age, she was old enough to be your older sister!”

“No, she wasn’t! My older sister is 22 and that girl was at least 20. That’s only like two years older than me!”

“She was still way out of your league!”

“Says you!”

“Enough!” Both of them blinked when they heard the new voice and turned to the person who owned it. Pidge was standing next to them with her arms crossed in front of her chest and she did not look happy.

“You two are making breakfast nearly impossible to enjoy. Can’t you go 5 minutes without fighting over something meaningless?” Keith opened his mouth to argue that their fights weren’t about meaningless things but the glare from the smaller girl shut him up before he could say anything.

“You guy need to learn how to work together otherwise your stupid bickering is gonna get us all killed out in the field. Luckily for you, yours truly has the perfect idea.” Her smile did nothing to set Keith at ease. In fact, all it did was make Keith worry for his safety

So, that’s how it all happened and why they were in their current situation right now, fighting a deranged scientist all because Lance couldn’t shut up and be quiet for one in his goddamn life. Keith was so caught up in his lamenting he didn’t notice the shock wave from his opponent’s weapon. It threw him back and he thought he would have hit a tree since they were surrounded by a forest but instead he hit something soft.

Blinking he looked behind him when he heard a grunt. Lance was hunched over, his arm around his stomach, wheezing like he just had the wind knocked out of him. Keith realized he probably did since it seemed like Lance was the one that hit the tree instead on him. The Cuban boy looked up and glared at him.

“Would it kill you to pay attention more? I don’t think you’ve noticed but while you are off in La La land we are currently fighting someone!” He yelled as he failed his arms in way that gestured to what is going on now. Leave it to Lance to open his stupid mouth and ruin the moment. Keith was gonna thank him but then the idiot started talking and now he remembered why he was so mad in the first place.

“Well we wouldn’t be fighting this guy if you could just have learned to keep your trap shut for two seconds!” Keith jabbed a finger into Lance’s chest as he yelled at him.

“Are you saying this is my fault?! You’re the one th-“Suddenly Lance stopped and looked really confused. He tapped his headphones and the confusion on his face only grew. “What the hell?” He kept tapping his headphones until he looked over Keith’s shoulder and his eyes grew wide.

“Duck!” He yelled as he pushed Keith to the ground, both barely avoiding the blade of the scientist’s scythe as it sliced the tree behind them in half.

Keith’s back hit the ground hard and it hurt. He looked up to Lance who was above him and opened his mouth to speak, but Lance cut him off.

“Shut up and just take this guy out already. I am really sick and tired of fighting and would like to go get something to eat since you made me miss breakfast.” He transformed back into his weapon form and Keith got back onto his feet. Oh, sure now everything was his fault. It’s not like he was tired of fighting this guy for two and half hours straight. He was the one running around trying to nail this guy, Lance didn’t have any room to complain. Keith grumbled as he ran over to another tree and grabbed a low branch. He swung himself up and climbed the tree until he was high enough that the leaves hid him. At least the upside to Lance was that he was a long-range weapon which meant he could avoid that stupid scythe while shooting at the other meister. Keith lined up his shot and pulled the trigger.

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It was another three hours before they were done. They hadn’t even won the fight, the stupid scientist just decided he got bored and said the fight was over. Keith would have kept going just in spite of him but he was too tired to move. Laying on the ground in the middle of the clearing they were sparing in, he breathed heavily as he stared up into the sky. He felt Lance transform next to him and turned his head to seem him sitting crossed legged on the ground still tapping his headphones.

“What the hell are you doing?” Keith asked as his breathing started to calm down. The brown-haired boy looked over at him and tilted his head. Cute, is what Keith would have thought if that itching irritation wasn’t still there. Let it be known Keith was never good at letting go of his anger quickly.

“What did you say?” Lance questioned.

“I said, what the hell are you doing?” Keith answered, not bothering to keep the exasperation out of his voice. The last thing he wanted to do was repeat himself over and over just cause Lance wanted to keep fighting. He was still angry but he was also tired.

“Oh. I was trying to see what was up with my headphones. They’ve gone all frizzy and it’s making the whole hearing thing kind of difficult.” Lance says as he powers off his headphones and takes him off to look them over.

“Maybe Pidge can figure out what’s wrong.” He mumbles to himself or at least that’s what Keith assumes he was trying to do. Instead he said it louder than his normal talking voice. Great, now he gonna have to deal with an even louder Lance all because he can’t seem to take care of his headphones. This day sucked.

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When they brought the headphones to Pidge she looked at them with annoyance as she took the headphones and checked them over.

“Did you take a sledgehammer to these? The mechanics inside are all messed up and are rattling.” She says this as she shakes the headphones. It sounded like there were a bunch of marbles inside them.

“No.” Keith answered since Lance couldn’t. Pidge was looking down at the headset when she was speaking. “We got thrown into a tree.”

“Thrown into a tree? Why the hell did you let yourself get thrown into a tree?” She nearly yelled as he looked directly at Lance so he could see what she was saying.

“I didn’t let myself do anything. Keith was too busy daydreaming to pay attention to what was going on and I was being a good weapon and protecting him from his own stupidity!” Lance yelled and he put his hands on his hips, turning to glare at his meister. Keith covered his ears as Lance yelled for no reason.

“Would you stop yelling? No one wants to listen to your horrendous voice when you shriek like that.”

“I am not yelling, mullet head!”

“Yes, you are and it’s annoying.” Keith said back, making sure Lance could understand exactly what he is saying.

“Well excuse me but I can’t hear anything because you screwed up my headphones.” Lance grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him forward to butt his head against Kieth’s. “Thanks to you I won’t be able to hear anything for the next-“

He turned to Pidge, eyes still bright with rage. “How long do I have to wait for them to be fixed?”

Pidge considered the question as she took the headphones over to her desk. Turning back around she tilted her head a bit.

“About a week or so.”

“A WEEK?!” Lance’s voice pitched high and it was grating on Keith’s nerves.  Lance turned back to Keith and pushed him back in anger.

“Thanks Keith. Now I have to spend a week in silence.” Venom dripped from Lance’s words and he turned to leave. Walking to the door he called back over his shoulder.  “Don’t let the door hit you on the way-out Keith. You might end losing your hearing just like me and then where would we be?” He slammed the door when he left, leaving Pidge and Keith in the room on their own.

“Well he seems to be taking this well.” Pidge said as she goes over to her desk and sits down to start working on fixing the headphones.

“Whatever.” Keith said as he walked out of the room to go find food in the cafeteria. He didn’t care if Lance was mad at him, it wasn’t anything new. He was just more annoyed with the idea that now Lance was going to be even louder and more irritating that he already was. Getting to the cafeteria he plopped down next to Shiro and Allura with his food that he just got and ate in silence. He also ignored their questioning looks.

He was right. Throughout the week, Lance was even harder to be around than he normally was. They weren’t allowed to go on missions until he could hear again so they were stuck at home. “House arrest” as the headmaster had put it. Keith would have been fine with it since he could get more training done and he didn’t have to sit in the classroom listening the teachers drone on and on.But, unfortunately, the universe hated him and didn’t let him get any peace and quiet while they were stuck in the house. Because they lived together it was only a matter of time before Lance and Keith had to talk to each other and whenever they did talk it was exhausting.

When the week started out all Lance ever did was yell. Whether he meant to or not Keith didn’t really care, all he cared about was how every conversation he had with the Cuban boy left him with a splitting headache and the need to punch Lance in the face just to make him shut up. Pidge suggested they switch to sign language to communicate instead so Keith doesn’t end up snapping and killing Lance by accident. Well he would have said it was an accident at least. Keith knew sign language because there was only so much you could do when you lived on your own for years in the middle of nowhere so it seemed like an alright idea.

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It was the middle of the week when he started to notice Lance was acting strange. He was more fidgety and quick to anger than he usually was. Just looking at him during breakfast one day made him blow up at Keith and storm out of the room before he even finished his meal. Keith was getting sick of it so he went to Pidge to ask her if she knew what was going on.

“He is probably getting anxious.” She said without taking her eyes off the pieces of technology she was fitting together under her microscope. “It’s the first time since he lost his hearing that he has been in complete silence for so long. It’s probably starting to get to him.”

Keith never really considered that. He knew why Lance had lost his hearing, the boy had plenty of nightmares that kept him up most nights because of it, but he never really thought about Lance getting anxious. He was always so loud, confident and  blasé about his disability when asked about it that it hadn’t even occurred to Keith that he might be self-conscious or bothered by it.

“Well how do I fix him then? I getting sick of being yelled at for trivial things like taking the last cup of coffee or eating his favorite cereal, which he has a million boxes of.”

Pidge shrugged, “I don’t know if it’s really something you can fix. It’s something Lance has to live for now and there is no way around that. Best to just let him get used to and mellow out with time.”

That’s not what Keith wanted to hear and it bugged him as he left Pidge and went back to his apartment. He knew he wouldn’t be able to fix Lance like fixing a broken bike or any other object. It was an emotional thing and emotions are something Keith was terrible at. Half the reason he and Lance got into fights in the first place was because he couldn’t get his emotions straight. He just opts to go with anger since it’s the easiest feeling for him.

He sighed as he walked into the apartment. It was quiet, which seemed to be a new normal ever since Lance stopped trying to talk and used signing instead. As much as he hated how annoying Lance could be at times the silence wasn’t any better. He used to like the quiet, but ever since he became Lance’s partner and started living with him he had gotten used to all the noise. Now that it was gone, it was a bit unnerving. If Keith felt this uneasy about the quiet, he couldn’t imagine how Lance must feel right now.

When he walked into his room the first thing he noticed was Lance sitting on his bed. He was leaning against the headboard with his knees up. He had his sketchbook resting against his legs and seemed entranced by whatever he was drawing. The second thing Keith noticed was that Lance was wearing one of his sweaters. It was a bit big on him since Keith was more built that his weapon. He was also a wearing pair of blue shorts that seemed to work well against his dark skin.

Keith just stood there frozen in the doorway. Something about Lance wearing his clothes while completely lost in drawing was doing weird things to Keith’s heart and he didn’t know if he liked it or not. Finally breaking free from whatever trance he had been in, he walked over to the weapon and tapped him on the head to alert him to his presence.

Instantly Lance’s head shot up and his eyes went wide when he made eye contact with Keith. His eyes were a brilliant shade of blue and it caught Keith a little off guard. Suddenly Lance was scrambling with his sketchbook, trying to get off the bed as quickly as he could. Keith could see he was bright red and he couldn’t help but think it was a little cute. Only a little.

“K- Keith! W-when did you get home?” Lance said, the surprised of Keith catching him in his room made him forget to sign and speak instead. Unfortunately, since he had look at Keith to see what he what he was going to say back meant he couldn’t hide the blush on his face which just made everything worse for him. Keith raised an eyebrow at the question.

“Just now. What are you doing in my room and wearing my stuff?” he said as he gestured to the sweater that was falling off Lance’s shoulder a bit. From the amount of skin Keith could see he saw the faint light pink scars from the markings they’dd get when they use their enchanted weapon mode. Keith was never left with any scars, but since Lance was a weapon it probably took a larger toll on him. Focus Keith, this was not the time to be day dreaming.

“I, uh well. I- I was in my room earlier, drawing and I don’t know. I started to get really nervous for some reason. I came in here to see if you were home and you weren’t.” Lance fiddled with the sleeve of the sweater as he spoke. “Your sweater was on your bed and I put it on. It made me feel better so I decided to draw in your room instead. I can take it off if you don’t want me to wear it. I’m sorry for taking it without your permission, please don’t be mad.”

Even though Lance said he would take it off it didn’t really look like he wanted to. Keith just stared at him while he was talking. Never had he ever heard Lance apologize for anything expect when he was being sarcastic. It threw Keith for a loop. The combination of Lance standing in the middle of his room, fidgeting and wearing his clothes was doing that thing to his heart again and he still didn’t know how to feel about it. Lance seemed to get even more nervous under Keith’s stare and it took a lot of mental power to remember how to blink, let alone talk. He cleared his throat and looked off to the side a bit but he made sure Lance could still see what he was saying.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind all that much, I was just curious is all.” Lance’s face lit up at what he said and Keith thinks he might need to go see the school nurse to figure out what was happening to him and his heart because it should not be beating this fast from just seeing Lance smile.

“Really? You mean it?” Lance voice was too loud because of his excitement but Keith didn’t really care. He was too busy trying to focus on anything in his room other than Lance.

“Yeah, sure, whatever. I don’t really care what you do, remember?” It probably wasn’t the best time to get defensive but like he said earlier, anger was the only emotion he was good at. It didn’t faze Lance though since he couldn’t hear the tone of his voice and he just stared at the ground, the blush that had faded was starting to creep up again.

“Would it be alright if I stayed in your room too. Like I said it makes me feel calmer and I promise I’ll be quiet.” He looked up so he could see Keith’s response and Keith officially deemed Lance bad for his health.

“Fine. I already told you I don’t care what you do.” Keith huffed as he walked out of the room, ignoring whatever response Lance gave him. He needed to train and get his mind off of things. Walking outside and setting up his training dummy he let the thrill of fighting over take his mind and forgot all about Lance and what his stupid smile did to him.

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It was dark by the time Keith finished training and he was drained. Walking back into the apartment, he stripped himself of his shirt. It was all sweaty and gross from his work out and he wanted it off as soon as possible. He needed a shower, badly. Sighing, he walked into his room and threw his shirt into his hamper. It took him a few seconds to notice again but as he looked over to his bed he saw Lance still there. He had figured the idiot would have left by now but instead it seemed he had fallen asleep. His sketch book was on the floor where it must had fallen and the sweater he was wearing had ridden up slightly in his sleep, showing a sliver of the caramel skin that was underneath it. Keith shook his head as he teared his eyes from the sleeping Cuban on his bed. His shower was definitely going to be cold, he thought as he grabbed a change of clothes and made his way down the small hall to their bathroom.

When he was done with his shower which was probably longer than it needed to be, Lance was still asleep. Keith let a sigh fall from his lips and figured he would let the brown-haired boy keep sleeping. He hadn’t been getting a lot of sleep at night since he broke his headphones because of recurring nightmares. Keith decided he most likely needed the sleep badly if had fallen asleep in his room of all places, so Keith let him be.

He went into the kitchen to grab a quick snack and brought back into his room. He sat down at with desk with his snack and opened his computer. He still had an essay he had to write for class. It was due next week and he hadn’t even started it. He figured he’d get some work done while Lance slept. It was weirdly domestic for Keith as he worked on his writing. They were normally always fighting some creature trying to get 99 souls and a witch’s soul so he could turn Lance into a death scythe, well a death gun he supposed since that was Lance’s weapon form. They rarely got moments like these, where they could just kick back and relax. Not having to worry about their next mission. Keith kind of liked it. Kind of.

Keith was nearly done with his essay when Lance started to wake up. It was different from how he usually woke up which involved waking up with the fear that his meister was gone. This time he woke up gradually, letting the blanket of sleep slowly slip off his mind. He opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings slowly. It wasn’t his room but he knew Keith’s room well enough to not be freaked out. He sat up and stretched, feeling so much better than earlier that day when he was just a bundle of nervous energy. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he looked over to where Keith was and saw him concentrated on the screen in front of him. The weapon got up from the bed and walked over to see what he was writing.

“Whatcha writing?” he asked, Keith didn’t say anything or at least he didn’t think he said anything. He just scrolled to the first page of his essay and let Lance read the title of it. “The essay that is due in Ms. Marie’s class next week? Why are you doing it now?” Lance titled his head to the side and walked around Keith so he could see his face. Keith looked up at him as he spoke.

“I wanted to get it done while we had some down time in case there wasn’t any time later to finish it.” He said as a matter of fact. Lance nodded cause that made sense. Looking around the room he realized he was very hungry and he looked back at Keith.

“Can we go out to eat or something? I’m starving and there is barely anything left  in the fridge.” Keith looked back up at him from his computer and sighed. Now that Lance brought it up, he was hungry too. The snack he made earlier hadn’t really helped.

“Sure.” He said as he saved his essay and stretched his back out, hearing his joints pop. “What are you in the mood for?” He already knew the answer but it didn’t hurt to ask.

Lance scoffed, “Something spicy obviously.”

Figures.

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It was near the end of the week and Lance was getting restless. He couldn’t sit still for more than a few minutes. He was always pacing. Even wearing some of Keith’s clothes which seemed to become a habit for him, didn’t seem to help. Keith was getting antsy just watching him. The boy has been up for 48 hours straight. The only time he had really slept was when he was in Keith’s room but since then he hasn’t slept a wink in his own room. Lance was going to hurt himself if he kept this up for much longer.

Right now, Lance was pacing in the living room. The room was small but it didn’t seem to bother the brunette as he kept going back and forth. Keith sighed as he watched him from the doorway. This needed to stop. He made his way over to Lance and put his hands on his shoulders, which made Lance look up in surprise.

“You need to stop. All this pacing is not helping anything. When was the last time you had something to eat?” Lance seemed to avoid his eyes at all costs, opting for just staring at his mouth instead since that was the only thing he needed to watch.

“Hunk brought some food over and I had some of that.” He said defiantly  but it only made Keith sigh.

“Lance that was almost two days ago. Are you saying you haven’t eaten anything since then?”

This time Lance avoided looking at him altogether. “Maybe. I haven’t been hungry though so there is no point in eating.”

He was shifting his weight from leg to leg since he was still unable to stay still for any amount of time. Keith just needed the Cuban boy to sleep, otherwise he was gonna have to explain to Shiro why his weapon was dead all of a sudden even though he hadn’t been in a fight for a week.

Keith racked his brain for a solution as he watched Lance fidget under his gaze. He needed something to tire him out. An idea popped into his head and in any other situation he would have dismissed it instantly but drastic times call for drastic measures. Without even thinking twice about it so he wouldn’t back out, he took Lance’s face in his hands and pressed his lips against his. The squeak of surprise that came out of his weapon’s mouth was one of the cutest things Keith has ever heard. He pulled back to look at Lance. His eyes were wide and he could clearly see confusion swimming in them, but he saw no anger or rejection so he took that as a good sign.

“I have a way to get you to fall asleep, but you need to trust me alright? If I do anything you don’t like just hit me. Do you understand?” He spoke clearly so Lance would in no way be able to mix up his words or misunderstand him. The small nod of the brunette’s head was all Keith needed to move forward. He leaned in and kissed Lance again, wrapping his arm around the weapon’s thin waist and pulling him flushed against his body. Lance didn’t protest. Instead he looped his arms around Keith’s neck and tilted his head to deepen the kiss. This was just a way to get the Cuban to sleep Keith had to remind himself. However, the sounds that were coming out of his weapon’s mouth were slowly making Keith’s reasoning shut down as all the blood in his head moved downward.

He backed Lance up until he was at the couch and pushed him down onto it. Climbing over him, he broke the kiss to breathe and was stunned at the sight below him. He knew Lance was good looking but right now he was downright gorgeous. He was laying on the couch, chest heaving slightly from the kissing, bright blue eyes half lidded and lips wet and red. His hair was all mussed up, probably from Keith’s doing and he was still wearing one of Keith’s sweaters. Whatever small voice that was in his head that told him that this was only to get him to sleep was shut down because right now all Keith wanted was Lance.

He wanted everything about him. His voice, his taste, his smell. Keith craved it. Leaning down he kissed Lance again briefly before moving his mouth down to trail kisses down his neck. The sounds Lance was making was only encouraging him to do more and he moved his mouth to his collarbone, nipping at it gently.

Keith didn’t want to take the sweater Lance was wearing off since it looked so good on him so he only pushed it up as he moved down more and took one of Lance’s nipple into his mouth. Lance moaned when he felt Keith’s tongue flick around it. Switching sides Keith took his other nipple between his teeth and pulled on it slightly. He felt Lance shiver at that and decided to keep moving down. He kissed down Lance’s stomach slowly, making sure he felt every kiss as he worked his way down even lower. When he got down to his waistline he wasted no time undoing the button on Lance’s pants and pulling them down along with his underwear.

Lance’s erection sprung up and laid against his stomach. Keith was impressed. Lance was not average in the least, in fact he was quite big. Keith licked his lips as he thought about having Lance’s cock in his mouth. He looked up at Lance, making sure everything was still okay and he saw that Lance was staring at him. He watched him with eyes filled with lust and want. It did terrible things to Keith’s own aching erection but he ignored it for now. This was all about Lance. The brunette seemed to sense Keith’s hesitance and nodded.

“It’s okay. I – I want you, Keith. Please, please.” Lance’s voice already sounded wrecked and Keith had barely even started. Moving his eyes back to his cock, he moved his head closer and ran his tongue slowly up the underside of it. Lance shuddered and moaned, pleas falling from his lips as Keith took his dick into his mouth. Lance was big but Keith was no stranger to giving head and took the whole thing into his mouth. Lance’s back arched off the couch and his breathing became ragged and shallow. Keith wanted to wreck him more. He started to move his head up and down, watching Lance through his eyelashes as he sucked him off.

If Keith thought he was gorgeous before, he looked like a god now. Everything about him was beautiful. His caramel skin had a thin layer of sweat on it which made it glisten, his eyes were dark with lust but never lost their brilliance. The sound of Keith’s name that came from his mouth sounded so good. He moaned around Lance’s dick and he reached his hand down to his own throbbing cock to palm himself through his jeans.

“Ah! Ngh - god Keith - Keith. I’m gonna- I’m gonna.” Was all Lance was able to say before Keith felt the hot, thick liquid rush down his throat. Coming off his dick with an obscene pop, he watched Lance as he came down from his high. He unzipped his jeans and shed them along with him underwear. His dick was becoming too painful to ignore and he needed relief. Crawling up Lance, he straddled the brunette’s head and pressed his cock against mouth.

“Please.” He breathed. He needed Lance, needed to feel his mouth on him. Lance opened his mouth and took him in without hesitation. Keith tossed his head back as he rolled his hips, moving his cock in and out of Lance’s mouth. It was perfect. Everything about it was perfect. Lance’s tongue flicked around his length and he took him all the way to the hilt. The heat of his mouth made Keith feel like he was about to melt and when his weapon hollowed his cheeks to suck him harder a loud moan was torn from the meister’s throat.

It occurred to Keith that Lance hadn’t even heard him beg and yet he took him all in without a second thought. The idea of Lance doing this without being prompted just made Keith moan even more. He continued to rock his hips as he  felt Lance put his hands on his hips so he could take him even further down his throat. The coil that was in the pit of Keith’s stomach began to tighten and he felt himself getting close to the edge. There was no use warning Lance since he couldn’t hear him. Lance pulled back a bit and ran his tongue along the tip of Keith’s cock. He pulled out of his mouth all the way before he came.

He went still and everything went white and he felt the rush of his orgasm wash over him. When he finally came down from his high, he looked down and saw that he had cum all over Lance’s face. Shit. He got up and leaned over Lance, wiping as much cum as he could off him with his hand.

“Sorry Lance. I didn’t mean to do that.” He straightened up and put his pants back on and helped Lance put his back on as well.

“S’okay.” Lance’s voice was thick with exhaustion and it seemed Keith’s plan to tire him out had worked.

“I’ll be right back.” Keith went to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth to clean Lance off. When he came back the weapon was already asleep on the couch. Keith smiled a bit to himself. It made him kind of happy that he could be a good meister and help his weapon when he was in need. Rounding the couch, he leaned over Lance again and cleaned the rest of the cum off. He then lifted Lance up bridal style. It wasn’t hard since he was pretty strong and Lance was surprisingly light for someone so tall. He thought about putting him in his own room but Lance never seemed to sleep through the night when he was on his own. He decided to take him to his room instead.

Walking into the room, he laid Lance down on the bed and got into bed beside him. Before he could even lay down full, Lance reached out and wrapped his arms around Keith’s waist. He rested his head against his chest as he fell back into a deep sleep. Keith knew it was because Lance liked to listen to his heartbeat to make sure he was alive even if he was asleep but it still made his face go red and his heart flutter a bit, which Lance groaned at. Settling down fully, he turned out the bedside table light and let Lance cuddle him as much as he liked.

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“There we are.” Pidge said as she placed the newly repaired headphones on Lance’s head. “Turn them on. See if they are alright.”

Lance clicked the button that turned the headphones on and all of a sudden there was sound. He grinned and gathered Pidge up in a tight hug. She was not happy about this, evident from her violent protests of kicking and shoving.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. You are the best Pidge!” Pidge continued to squirm in Lance’s hold and tried to push him off her.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just don’t bust them again alright? It was a pain in the ass to fix and I am not doing it again for free. You got that? You better be grateful I didn’t charge you for this.” Lance finally let her go and she huffed, smoothing out her shirt and fixed her ruffled hair.

“I promise I won’t break them ever again. Scouts honor.” He held up his hand in the three-finger salute.

“You were never a scout idiot.” Pidge grumbles as she pushes him out of her room so she can go back to having peace and quiet.

Lance walked down the hall of the dorms after he left Pidge’s room to look for Keith. He had said he wanted to check up on Shiro but Lance was pretty sure he was just hiding from Pidge. After wandering around for 20 minutes he finally found Keith on the roof. He was lying on his back and staring up at the heaving sun. Lanced walked over and sat down next to his meister.

“So, it’s all fixed?” Keith asked as he turned his head to look at his weapon.

“Yeup. Now I’ll be able to hear all the cute little sounds you make the next time we have sex.” Lance said with a smug grin. He watched Keith as he got all flustered and spluttered on about there being a next time.