excerpts from unfinished fics #2
5 Times Someone Confessed to Hunk (and one time he confessed to someone else) [voltron: legendary defender]
Fic Summary: This fic was going to be an exploration of Hunk figuring out he’s aromantic through his reactions to other people’s feelings for him. The fic also features aro Keith, as seen in the excerpt below.
Words: 345 Warnings: Swearing Likelihood of Finishing: Lowish-Middle (more likely if requested)
5. Keith
[...]
"Y'know, I'm really glad we're friends now,” Hunk said. “Not that we weren't always friends, but, friends-friends. Just the two of us."
"Yeah, me too," Keith said quietly.
They lapsed into silence. It was comfortable, to Hunk. He'd gotten used to Keith's more introverted ways. It was a kind of compromise between their natures; spend time together, but spend it quietly.
"I used to think I had a crush on you," Keith said suddenly.
Hunk startled, and banged his head on the bottom of the car.
"Fuck!"
"Are you okay!?"
"Yeah, I – ow." Hunk slid out from under the car and sat up, clutching his forehead. "Shit."
Keith's eyes widened, and he jumped to his feet. "I'll get something for that."
Hunk gestured across the garage. "There's ice packs in the mini-fridge."
Keith returned with an ice pack and two cans of Altean soda. Hunk accepted both gratefully and leaned back against the car, pressing the pack against his forehead. Keith sat down next to him and popped his soda open, both of them automatically closing their eyes at the small explosion of moisture that followed. Hunk wasn't sure if Coran had gotten the recipe wrong or if ancient Alteans had genuinely liked their food to be such an experience, but it tasted great, so they'd all learned to live with the side effects.
Hunk waited until the air had cleared to speak. "So." He grinned. "A crush, huh."
Keith stared fixedly at the opposite wall and took a sip of soda, almost managing to hide the sudden flush of his cheeks behind his arm. "I said I thought I did."
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with a bit of a gay crush someti–"
"Of course there's not." Keith shot him a glare. "That wasn't the issue."
"There was an issue?"
Keith set his soda down and crossed his arms, chewing at the inside of his cheek.
"You ever heard of aromanticism?" he said finally.
"Yeah? – Oh."
"I hadn't. I knew about gay and bi and pan but… I figured everyone liked someone.”
