WARNING: THIS IS A FILLER CHAPTER!

THIS TAKES PLACE A FEW MONTHS BEFORE SHIRO DISSAPPEARED BACK AT GARRISON! This is how they were before! Kill me now because this chapter was so cute to write!

Also- people wanted to know who Jake was when Keith mentioned him XD

Lance glanced at his watch when he left his dorm. It was pretty early, the sun barely peeking through the windows, but it was time for Keith and his meet up. They never had much time to interact during their classes. The only class he had with Keith was AP English, which was their first class they take every morning. Lance never understood why he needed to take classes if he was trying to go out into space- but whatever.

The stress of essays and assignments in that class never gave them much time either… though that didn't stop Lance brush brushing his foot to Keith's heel every once and awhile.

Or reach out like he was yawning, twirling a strand of Keith's hair as he brought his arms back down. Or wink at him when he would glance at him...

Yeah- Lance needs to focus more in that class. It's probably why he is failing. But can you blame him for wanting to show Keith as much affection as he could?

The worst part was that they didn't have the same lunch shift during most of the week. So yes the only time they could see each other was early in the morning and after school ends, which was around 6 pm. It was hell.

All in all, it was very hard to put time into their relationship sometimes.

Lance refused to let that bring him down though, happy to squeeze in whatever time he could to see his boyfriend.

Skipping down the hall to meet him, like he usually does in the morning after he finishes his morning skin routines, Lance's chest felt open. Keith was only a few rooms down the hall and he couldn't wait to tell Keith about the new cafe that opened up in town. They should go this weekend!

Grinning, Lance stopped when he got to Keith's door just as it flew open. Jack, Keith's room mate, was walking towards his way. When they were foot apart from each other, Jake gave him a horrid stink eye.

"...Hey, Jake," Lance says slowly, "Bad morning?"

"Bad room mate- he kept me up all night with his stupid theories!" Jake points a finger at him. "Your boyfriend needs to learn how to chill or get a hobby- join a club for all I care!" he pauses, "Oh... The password for the door is 12345678's... I think..." Jack left, his body swaying from exhaustion.

Lance raised his eyebrow in confusion, "Okay?" he made his way to Keith's dorm and knocked on the metal door gentle. "Keith, are you there?"

No answer.

"Keith?" he tries again. When silence follows he taps rapidly with his finger nails, "Keithhhhhhh," he whined pitifully, "Babe, I want to see you~" it wasn't often that he used any pet name- and he was ready to take it back, but Keith had slammed into the door.

Not even a split second later he could hear Keith from the other side, "S-Say the password, Lance. I gotta follow the rules."

"What are you talking about? Who's rules?"

"My rules."

"Since when do you have rules for your dorm?"

"The password," he stresses quietly.

Lance sighed, he inputs the number Jack had told him.

"No, but close."

"But that is what Jake told me," Lance whined. Thinking over the words again, he bit his lip. "Um… 12334- Oh wait." This was a password that Keith made up- he had to think like Keith. Oohh. "Jake meant One number two, three number four's- 2444666668888888," he tried. Lance cheered when the door opened, throwing his arms over his boyfriend the second he came into view. "Hey,"

"Hey," Keith nuzzled into his shoulder.

"What is with the weird password stuff? You starting some secret club or something- UGH!" he pulled back when he came into view of Keith's disoriented and messy face. Keith had bloodshot eyes. His body jittery. He looks like a crazy person basically. "You look horrible," he notes. "Are you on drugs?"

Keith frowns a little, and folds his arms. "No,"

"...You sure?"

The room was just as messy as Keith's appearance. The dozen of empty cups of coffee scattered all over the floor, papers and magazines tossed and turned- a strange bulletin board covered Keith's walls with multiple strings leading from left to right- oh no…

"Keith… " Lance frowns, "If this is about what I think it is-"

"Lance, listen to me, I finally figured it!" Keith took his boyfriend's hand and pulled him in, facing him towards his board of conspiracy theories- all of the supernatural creatures. Keith was staring at him with a crazy look, holding another cup of coffee in his hand.

"How many of those have you had?" Lance motioned to the coffee.

"I stopped counting after 8,"

"Keith-"

"I can finally find Mothman!"

"Keith, you need some help."

"No, I don't, Lance!"

"Yeah alright," Lance sighs. Lifting his hand to Keith's ear, he gripped it and gave it a tug. Ignoring how Keith growled in pain, he dragged him to the bathroom. "Come on, let's get you ready for school- cause that is in an hour. Remember school? The thing that is real and you need to go to?"

"Lance, no wait! I'm so close to finishing the coordinates to where Mothman might be!"

"Keith what you need to worry about right now is graduating from Galaxy Garrison." Lance handing Keith his toothbrush with toothpaste on it. "Then you can go on your conspiracy hunts all you want. I adore this by the way," he paused in his rant to point out Keith's Super Man toothbrush… and his Bat Man toothpaste. And his Flash mouthwash- How big of a nerd was his boyfriend? "And these," he motions down to his transformer pajamas.

"Don't judge," Keith stuffs the toothbrush in his mouth, scrubbing roughly.

"I'm not. It's cute,"

"I feel like you are judging,"

"I'm swooning over how precious my boyfriend is~" Lance grabbed a brush off the sink and stepped behind Keith, smoothing out his hair for him. "Look at this mess- is this a cheeto?!" he pulled it out in disgust, "Keith, this is so gross," he gave the brush a rough tug.

"Owowow that hurts!" he yelled.

"That's what you get for not washing your hair properly! Hold still-" forcing Keith to sit down, he gripped the bottom of the raven locks to try and make the process less painful. Silence enveloped them, leaving only the slight swoosh from Keith's toothbrush or Lance's comb.

Pausing, Lance allowed Keith to lean forward and spit into the sink. Cleaning off his brush, he leaned back into Lance, closing his eyes. Having run the brush through Keith's hair enough, the motion had grown smooth- relaxing. Keith hummed in appreciation to Lance massaging the back of his neck.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" Lance inquires.

"I lost track of time."

Despite the roll of his eyes, there was a swell of affection blooming in his chest, "You're unbelievable," he kissed Keith's cheek, "What am I going to do with you?"

"You could always kiss me again," Keith suggests, a slight pucker to his lips.

"Oh yeah- I could. I totally could," Lance grinned. When he didn't, Keith frowned.

"You aren't kissing me," he points out.

Lance grins giddily, "Ooh, I didn't realize you meant you that as in you actually wanted one," he teased.

"Lance," Keith drawled out, smiling but growing impatient.

"Okay okay…" Lance kissed his other cheek. The face Keith made was well worth the taunt.

"That is not what I meant,"

Lance had to turn away to laugh, clutching his stomach, "The look of utter betrayal on your face!"

His boyfriend made a grab at him, and despite Lance's best effort to try and get away, the strong arms slinking around his waist were persistent. "I did feel betrayed- my boyfriend won't kiss me." the playful smirk on Keith's lips sent shivers down Lance's spin.

"Well, my boyfriend won't go to bed at proper times at the night and has cheetos in his hair. Were you saving those for later?" they hug and stumble around the bathroom, bumping into walls and snickering.

"I would have given it to a bird- treated it to a nice lunch,"

"Still gross," Lance kisses his cheek again.

"Oh my god- Lance, I swear to god if you don't actually kiss me I am going to hide away all your skin care products,"

'You wouldn't dare touch my babies," Lance gasped dramatically.

"Try me,"

Lance smushed Keith's face between his palm, "Pucker up buttercup,"

"Don't say that-" silenced by Lance's mouth on his own, Keith melted into the kiss. Holding it for a few seconds, they pulled away with little sighs.

"Always nice to kiss someone right after they've brushed their teeth," Lance smiles. "Oh- and guess what?"

"What?"

"I learned something today," Lance leaned forward, his lips brushing Keith's ear.

Struggling to hide the warmth crawling up his neck, he stammered, "O-Oh yeah? What's that?"

"My Boyfriend~" he husked out, "... Is a nerd~" he turned and fled. Leaping over the pile of trash, the sound of crashing feet and Keith yelling his name furiously followed right on his trail.

He loved his nerdy boyfriend.

000-000

Jack was a question mark.

Literally- if he could be a shape, he would be a question mark.

He never talked, never took interest in anything. Lance wouldn't be surprised if one day the Dean of the school announced that Jake was actually a robot that was placed within the student body as some sort of test to see if he could blend in with human society.

Of course, that wasn't the case, and he would never mention that to Keith.

He lost enough sleep to Mothman- he didn't need to think his roommate might be some android too.

Either way, Jake was chill.

Keith and him got along well enough- though he wouldn't call them friends. More of awkward roommates that had nothing in common but tried to share a conversation from time to time simply because they lived together.

Lance tried to get along with Jake too since Keith got along so well with Hunk. It was kind of awkward at times, but Lance had grown comfortable enough to ask Jake whatever he wanted.

He was usually super open to people anyway.

"What is it like being Keith's roommate?" Lance inquired once during lunch. Keith didn't have the same lunch hour sadly, but Jake did.

"Hell,"

"...Is it because of Mothman-?"

"It's because of Mothman," he nods.

Lance cringes, "He's just… really enthusiastic about it, you know?"

"I know. It's all he talks about." Jake rubs at his tired eyes. "It's almost funny- Everyone always thinks being roommates with Keith Kogane would be so awesome since he's so quiet, mature, and whatever they described him as- which none are true. He's loud, and crazy and obsessed- I can't even think when all I can hear is Keith blabbering on aboutMothmann, aliens, and all these idiotic creatures that don't EXIST!"

"Uh-" Lance lifted a calming hand, realizing he had sent Jake off on some sort of rant. "O-Okay. Calm down-"

"I haven't gotten sleep in days- I have an important test today and I can't even walk straight! I'm going to kill him! Smother him with a pillow- a Mothman shaped pillow just to spite him! Wait no- no, he would probably love that. To die by the hands of Mothman would probably be fantastic to him!"

"..." Lance purses his lips, glancing around the student body for help. No one says anything, all wishing to avoid the wrath that is Jake.

"I'd do it too! Even if he is the best fighter pilot in the grade- I want some sleep! Is that too much to ask?! How am I going to be one of the greatest engineers in the world if I can't pass my stupid tests?!" Jack chugged down his monster drink, crushed it and threw it the trash can with force. "That's all I have to say on the matter!" he rose and left.

"...Nice talk," Lance waved after him. Avoiding the stares of those around him, he took a sip of his juice.

"So-" Hunk cautiously approached him, "Jake having a bad day?"

"I don't think he likes being Keith's room mate," Lance says slowly.

"Oh. Yeah…" they left it at that, the conversation over.

00000-000

Lance turned on the couch, nuzzling into Keith's arm and neck, "Hey?" he hummed.

Glancing away from his book to his boyfriend, Keith inquired, "Yeah?"

Sprawled across the couch after school, the two had been cuddling from a long day. Lance enjoyed these quiet moments the most, loving when he could just hold Keith close and talk to him.

Lance wasn't sure what he was even going to say and shrugged. "Nothing,"

"You're weird," Keith tells him, kissing his forehead and going back to his book.

"That book good?"

"Yes."

"...The Sightings of Mothman." Lance read the title, "..."

"Your silence speaks louder than words," Keith says slowly.

"I hope it does," Lance turned his head to kiss Keith's neck. "Has there ever been a time you weren't obsessed with Mothman?"

"I don't think so. And it isn't an obsession- I just appreciate his existence."

"Obsession," Lance concluded. "But that is what I like about you," tilting Keith's chin towards him, he kissed him. Humming a little, Keith turned into him a little, placing down his book to cradle Lance's head in his hands.

Lance always felt a sense of pride when he could tear Keith's gaze from his conspiracy theorist ideas. It made him feel that Keith liked him more than any of that junk when he did.

At least- he hoped Keith did.

From how long they spent making out on that couch when Keith could have easily pulled away to go back to his Mothman book, Lance felt that was a yes.

Three months later.

They broke up