"Lonce! For the last time, I'm not interested! I'm happily dating Pidge, if you must know!" Lance didn't even listen to her. The room temperature dropped as Keith walked into the room.
"Hey, L-Lance… Can I talk to you privately?" Lance shrugged.
"Sure, why not! Don't miss me too much, 'llura."
"I won't.
"So Keith, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"I know you're dead-set on Allura, but… I think I'm in love with you. Since the Garrison. I pretended to not know who you were because of a stupid crush... And I know you don't like me back, but, I wanted you to know... This was stupid, you can leave if you want."
"Keith..." A smack resounded in the small room. Tears sprung into Keith's eyes. "You complete, utter IDIOT! How could you think I could love you? I'm straight, remember." Lance laughed mockingly. "Besides, you're part Galra. How would I know if you'd try to hurt me?" Another smack had tears running down Keith's face, as well as a sob that forced its way up Keith's throat.
"Lance... Please!" Lance scoffed before slapping him again.
"Don't talk to me again, F*ggot. I'm going to see if Allura wants some of my D." Lance turned and left the room. After about a minute of Keith just sitting on the floor, he reached for his blade. His mind was clouded with Lance's words and actions. His shaky hand pressed the tip of it to his chest. The sharp blade made him cry out. Pidge burst into the room, which cleared the fog in Keith's room. Unfortunately, it made him accidentally active the dagger. The last thing he saw was Pidge's horror-struck face and a feeling of regret.
"Keith!"
