Shiro walked into Keith's room to find him laying face down on the bed, groaning. "Ugh..." He sat down at the foot of his younger brother's bed. "What's wrong Keith?" he asked. "Lance called, and we had a really nice conversation, and he says he's going to make me an omelet!"
"Why do you sound angry about that?"
"Because what if he likes me? I certainly can't like him!"
"What do you mean, you can't like him?"
Keith rolled his eyes and gestured at the textbook on his desk. "I have school to worry about, Shiro! I'm not going to be top of my class if I waste any of my time hanging out with some guy that wants to make me breakfast food, dammit!" Downstairs, the front door opened. "I'm home!" Allura yelled, before pulling off each of her heels and walking up the stairs. Allura found the boys in Keith's room, and she took off her blazer and lay down on the bed next to Keith. "My client is an ass."
Shiro put his hand over hers. "It's okay, babe. You know what you're doing."
"Of course I do, but that doesn't make him any less of an ass."
"I know, babe."
"Can you two please shut up?" Keith asked, with his face still buried in the pillow. Allura groaned in response. "I've had such a day, Keith. Don't test me."
"Keith is having boy problems, Allura."
Immediately, Allura perked up. "Tell me everything!"
Keith sat up and crossed his arms. "So Lance called me, and I was like, why are you calling? Then he said why couldn't he just call because? And then somehow we got into a conversation about how I've never had an omelet and then he totally insisted that he make me an omelet."
Allura nodded. "Hm, suspicious."
"I know!" Keith lifted his arms in surrender. "Nope, you know what? This is too much work! I'm done! I don't even know if he likes guys!" Shiro raised an eyebrow and asked, "Does he know you're gay?" Allura shook her head. "Most likely. But the real question is, have you told him you're gay? There's a difference."
"No, I haven't told him! How do I put that into a conversation? Like, oh, by the way, I'm gay!"
"You have to casually work it in."
"Sorry, Allura, but I'm not a social butterfly or whatever."
She put an arm around him. "Awe, it's okay. What do you want to do about it?"
"I don't wanna mess this up, you know?"
Keith put his face back in the pillow. "Ugh!"
Shiro picked up the stuffed hippo. "Would Gloria the hippo make you feel better?"
"I hate you." Allura gave a sigh of defeat. "Shiro, can you order a pizza or something?"
"Do you want a side salad?"
"Yes, if I don't get one I'll feel guilty later."
"Got it. Keith?"
"I want an order of garlic bread."
"Of course you do." Shiro left to go order them dinner. Allura laid on her stomach and put her head in her hands, looking expectant. "Okay, just us now. Talk."
"Will you tell Shiro?"
"He may be the man I'm going to marry, but you're one of my best friends, Keith. I won't tell him anything."
They hooked pinkies. "Okay," Keith said, and exhaled. "I don't really know if I like him and I don't know if he likes me and I don't really know anything!"
"Alright, are you going to the next yoga class?"
"Of course I am."
"I will make sure I go and Shiro does not. But we need to make sure you look hot."
"How am I supposed to look hot while doing an iguana?"
"It's called lizard pose. And that is beside the point. It's Sunday. You have four days to figure out how, Keith. I am going to help you."
Allura stood Keith in front of the full length mirror that hung on Keith's wall. "First and foremost," she began. "The ass." She held up a pair of Nike sports leggings. "These should fit you."
"There is no way in hell that I am wearing your leggings."
"They aren't mine. I bought them for you. They were going to be a present as some point, but I think you need them now. They aren't much different than your skinny jeans."
"I'm a little bit offended by that."
