A ring at the doorbell and a knock on the door had gotten Keith to get up from where he was painting to look out the window. Nothing was in sight he quickly realized. Standing up to look outside Keith quickly found his foot hit something on the doormat of his apartment. As Keith looked around seeing if this is some joke from Pidge or Shiro, I cautiously looked at the tag and read what it said.
'On the twelveth day of Christmas...'
It was labeled to Keith Kogane, his name. Picked up and moved into the house, Keith looked once again at the package in front of him. There is no mistake about it, whatever this is, is for him. Opening the package with a nearby kitchen knife, he looked inside the plain cardboard box.
4 oil paints, 4 pastel, and 4 acrylics. Each type was in the color of red, blue, green and yellow. Inside a small note was written along with the paints.
'On the twelveth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, 12 different paints. -Secret Admirer'
Looking around the book in the paper and everything else, Keith couldn't find a clue to this person.
"What about paying this person back?" He muttered aloud. "Probably Pidge or Shiro..."
Pushing the paints away he had checked the time to see he was about to be late to his next class. "Shit," he exclaimed before grabbing his winter coat, throwing the card in his pocket, and running out the door to the train station.
As he walked into the room he automatically noticed the people he knew, Pidge and their friends. Shiro having graduated is at his own job now, something about cars and building things. Keith always managed to forget. Walking over to Pidge, Keith heard the teacher walk inside and before he could ask his friend she told everyone to have a seat. Of course.
"So I know Christmas break is coming up in the next week or so, but we still need to get some work done," the teacher continued. Lecturing about the topic of love and expression. Which confused Keith to no end, he was in history.
As time was up and Keith was walking home already, he'd forgotten to ask Pidge about the paints. "I'll ask them tomorrow," Keith reluctantly decided.
After getting home and unlocking the door, Keith had walked up to his art room. Grabbing the paints and bringing them along as well, might as well use them.
Keith began to sketch a picture of the guy that sits in front of him in class, someone that is friends with Pidge. He had asked Pidge about where he had gone, having not been in class for the past three weeks. Apparently, he had left needing to go on a sudden trip. Keith decided to ignore the knowing look Pidge gave him as he walked away.
Keith looked at the sketch in front of him as he drew the jaw of his crush. The hopeless crush he would have just hoped to ignore. When he walked into his classroom the first day of class he knew it wouldn't be that easy sadly. Pidge had also told Keith he wouldn't be back until after New Years.
Turning to the last canvas Keith has got left, he began to paint the background of a starry sky. A good hour later he had decided that was enough for tonight as he chose to retire for the night.