A/N: I know this is really bad, but it was late and it took me like half an hour and I just needed to dump something out, so this is what I came up with. I definitely want to do a solid Klance fanfic in the future, but this was just an idea dump I decided to publish.

"Lance. Lance! We need to talk about this!" Keith yells, running to catch up with me. I can see the rainbow of colors blooming on his cheek, a reminder of what just happened.

"No, we don't!" I yell back, picking up my pace slightly. I rub my sore, colorful knuckles, wishing I could rewind this whole night.

It all started because Keith was being a jerk. Well, if you ask him, I was the one being a jerk. Don't ask him.

Hunk, Pidge, and I had just successfully finished the training simulation for the first time, and we were celebrating.

"Oh yeah!" I yelled. "Give it up for the tailor!"

"Don't take all the credit, Lance." Pidge said. "We all did it together."

"Yeah, whatever, okay." I said. That's when I noticed Keith. He was lurking in the shadows, totally pulling off the cool-guy-who-doesn't-care-about-anything look. Drunk on victory, I went over to him.

"Congrats." He said, no emotion in his voice.

"God, can't you show any emotion in your life?" I crossed my arms.

"Nope." He deadpanned. He's always deadpanning. His whole life is a deadpan.

"What is wrong with you?" I ask, getting aggravated. "You're always making snarky comments, to me in particular, and you're top of the class and yet you don't seem to even care! Do you know what I would give to be where you are? To get all the glory, to have all the skill? I've been roommates with you and Hunk for three years, and I'd like to think I know you pretty well, and I know for sure that you hate me. You hate anyone who's lesser than you, and you don't even appreciate how lucky you are!"

"Lucky?" Keith growled. "You think I'm lucky? You have a family, Lance! You have a mom and a dad and millions of siblings and cousins who all love you! My dad's dead! My mom's gone! I don't have any siblings. I'm alone! So yeah, that's why I 'don't care' about anything. Being top of your class doesn't really feel like an accomplishment when you're an orphan."

"Oh my god, Keith! You act like you're this big sad emo boy, and you're all alone, boohoo! But you're not alone, you're just an idiot! Hunk has tried to make friends with you a million times! Shiro's like your brother! And sure, I didn't like you very much at the beginning, but I would've been open to talking to you! You ruin all your relationships by not trying. And I'm sick of it."

I punched him.

And everything exploded with color.

I had heard the myth that when you touched your soulmate for the first time, your skin would turn into a rainbow kaleidoscope. But I had never believed it. It had never happened to anyone that I knew, so I thought it was just an old wives tale. A story. But when I punched Keith, both his cheek and my knuckles turned beautiful blues, greens, reds, and purples. It was like my fist had been dipped in paint.

I looked at my hand in horror. Then I ran.