Keith has been in this business for a long time, and while it's pretty satisfying to have powers and beat assholes up, it can also be a real pain.
Like that new guy who showed up a few days ago.
It was a complete surprise, really. Keith - or rather known as Red Comet - had been hovering over a particular alleyway, stretched out on the roof of a building and just seconds away from pouncing on the gang he had been tracking for weeks.
Until he realized that he missed his opportunity when there were large grunts and thumps indicating a fight. By the time Red Comet had jumped down into the alleyway, unconscious bodies were already tied up.
And standing right there under the moonlight was a cheeky looking boy around Keith's age, a large grin on his face. "Well, well, look who decided to join the party," the stranger practically purred. "Bluestar at your service."
Red crossed his arms in annoyance and quirked an eyebrow. "I had that."
"Sure you did, sweetheart," Blue said dismissively, and Red bristled, because what an absolute dick. "Well, this hero's gotta fly. Got a lot of work to do tonight."
Blue snapped his fingers, and in a small puff of icy frost, he was gone, leaving nothing behind but the smell of fresh snow and running water.
Red growled, the tips of his hair lighting in flames. "Asshole!" He shouted up into the now chilly air.
Faint laughter echoed from the distance.
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Keith grumbled, angrily shoving a cup under the opening and waiting impatiently for the espresso to drizzle out.
He had a good reason to be aggravated - this morning, all the news was talking about was that smug asshole from last night. Bluestar.
Keith begrudgingly admitted that the hero was useful; his ice and water powers were incredibly powerful, and at the twitch of his fingers, could probably set the entire city in ice. Yet he was so annoying.
"Caramel latte for Lance!" Keith shouted, reading the name scrawled messily on the back of the cup in Pidge's curvy handwriting.
"That's me!"
Blue eyes twinkling with the ocean's surface was the first thing that caught Keith's attention, and then his gaze wandered to smooth cinnamon skin, long slender hands, and a grin that lit up an entire face.
"Thanks," Lance hummed, taking hold of the cup from Keith's grip and waving before leaving the cafe with a little jingle of the bell hanging from the door.
Keith felt breathless.
Two newcomers in less than twelve hours, but Keith couldn't mind the one he just met.
He had never seen such a gorgeous person before.
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