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acceptance and understanding. That's what those who have been deemed 'outcasts' to the world around them desire most. The warmth of another's embrace. The closure of someone seeing the beauty in what others would perceive as an oddity... It truly takes a special person, one with an open mind and kindness in their heart to give such a diamond in the rough it's confidence to shine unconditionally.

Side - Lance

The city of Voltron. An ever changing hub for the new and trendy. Many businesses had their startup here over the years, yet very few remain to this day. But that's just how it is. The refreshing taste that comes with something out of the norm can only last so long before it dulls in appeal.

Lance McClain certainly isn't bothered by that harsh reality, though. In fact, he thrives off of it. Of course, when you make it your duty to keep up with all the evolving offerings of delicacies and being the first to check out what the masses would be raving about, it's hard not to.

Which is exactly what brought Lance here on this fine day in early spring. Word on the street is that a coffee shop just opened their doors. A themed one of sorts, but he hadn't mulled over the details all that much. What he does know is that he NEEDS to get there and sample the menu himself.

Lance: "Let's see... 'Next door to the salon, across the street from the mini mart'." Mumbling aloud the directions printed on the flyer in his hands.

Peering up from the folded paper, his eyes catch sight of a banner flowing in the wind above one of the doors a short distance ahead. Sure enough, when he jogs up to it, the words 'Spooky Beans Grand Opening' are displayed in big, bold letters.

Lance: "Sweet! Finding this shop turned out to be a piece of cake after all." He gleams triumphantly while reaching for the door handle.

With a swift motion, he slides inside the softly lit establishment. Once the bell that announced Lance's arrival stills, the sound of contemporary rock dances through the air, consequently filling his ears where he stands. Which, if Lance was being completely honest... he was not expecting that... even though he probably should have, considering he's in a coffee shop called 'Spooky Beans'.

'Huh... this is... different.'

It sure is. Much like the choice in music suggests, the entire perimeter of the shop had been adorned in macabre decorations. Spider webs stretching from wall to wall, jack-o-lanterns of varying sizes with flickering electric bulbs on every table, and copies of famed horror film posters hang like portraits throughout the lounge.

"Oh, hello! Welcome to Spooky Beans!" A cheerful British voice calls out to him.

When Lance shifts his gaze to the source, he's met with the smiling face of a beautiful woman with eyes as blue as the sky and long, misty silver hair. Truly a vision to behold in the pleasantly lit space, like an angel sent from heaven. She virtually radiates an ethereal aura where she stands.

Lance: "Hello to you too, milady. I didn't notice you were here for a second there." He suavely rakes his hair as he strides up to the counter.

"That's quite alright. Our setup is sure to have that effect on first-time customers." She lightheartedly chuckles. "Speaking of, by all means, take your time in looking over our menu."

Lance: "Will do, 'Allura'." Noting the name printed on the tag pinned to her apron, earning him warm grin.

As far as what they've chosen to call some of these drinks, it's was definitely an interesting menu (again, he should've expected that). A rather catchy mix to match the broad array of pallet quenchers. There even seems to be special blends concocted by an unknown mastermind on a separate placard. Whoever that person happens to be, Lance would like a chance to pick at their brain, so to speak, seeing how potentially innovative these ideas are. Equally as intriguing is a specific chunk of the lineup that includes flavors no other shop would ever advertise around this time of the year.

Lance: "Wait, you have pumpkin drinks?" He raises a quizzical brow towards the woman.

Allura: "Why, yes. We pride ourselves on being the only coffee shop in the city to have fall favorites year round."

Lance: "Hm. Well, in that case, I'll take a medium iced Smashed Pumpkins. And that'll be under the name 'Lance'." Beaming with enthusiasm.

Allura: "Sounds like you've got that downpacked already." The woman playfully jabs while scribing his order onto a cup.

Lance: "Sure do. I mean, I'm the type who's always up for trying something new, so I've been around."

Allura: "Well, I certainly hope we've made a good impression."

Lance: "Oh, trust me, I'm pretty much planning on making a few trips a week back here just to get my coffee fix." He gives her a crooked smirk, emphasizing his sincerity.

At that admission, she can hardly conceal the joy bubbling inside of her. A victorious glimmer of passion reaching her eyes.

Just then, she turns her attention to the closed space adjacent to the counter. What Lance presumes is the storage room.

Allura: "Keith!" Hollering to someone Lance hadn't known was back there, hidden away.

Half a beat later, this mystery person emerges from his sanctum.

Keith: "On it." The man says in a low, rugged voice, claiming the cup and promptly getting down to business.

Curious, Lance rounds the corner to the pickup spot where this 'Keith' guy is situated. From behind and eventually the side view, Lance can make out some striking features on the sturdy and slightly shorter man. Velvety jet black strands falling to the length of his broad shoulders, glistening metal snuggly clinging to his ears, and the cherry on top, glossy black painted nails that complements his red on black attire.

Lance: "Why, hello there~" Turning on the charm once again.

The sudden commotion from beside his work space causes the raven haired man to flinch before meeting the other eye to eye. And oh, those eyes... Those tantalizing deep gray-violet eyes...

Keith: "... M-me?" Pointing to himself with a bewildered look on his face.

'Oh my god... Oh. My. GOD... How can a man be so hot and so cute at the same time?!'

Lance: "Yeah, we haven't met each other until just now. Keith, right? I'm Lance." The blue-eyed man chimes.

Keith: "Oh, uh... Nice to meet you, Lance." Awkwardly, he replies, though Lance doesn't mind. He pretty much caught onto Keith being a bit of an introvert the moment he walked in.

Lance: "So Keith, could you tell me a little more about the shop? This whole spooky theme you guys got going on is piquing my interest." 

Keith: "It is?" Perking up at his words.

Lance: "Yeah. If there's any backstory you can share, I'd like to hear it."

Keith: "Well... Allura and I have been friends since high school. She always wanted to have her own coffee shop, and I've wanted to have a place where I can openly admire the things I like with people who share the same interests. So we collaborated and... that's how all of this came to be." He manages to sheepishly blurt out to the inquiring customer.

Lance: "Wow. That's... actually really cool." He wholeheartedly smiles.

That complement must have hit Keith right down to his core from the way his eyes had blown wide open. Sporadically blinking in bafflement as a bright red flush blooms throughout his features.

Keith: "Th- thanks." The raven haired man bashfully mutters.

Gathering as much of his barrings as possible, Keith tops off Lance's now nearly finished Smashed Pumpkins. Giving it a generous dollop of whip cream and dusting the peak with fragrant cinnamon before sealing the deliciousness under a protective lid. In a gentle swish of the chilly ice below his grasp, he passes the beverage across the countertop. Successfully delivering their first order to their first patron.

Lance: "Thank you. Oh, and by the way, I like your pin." Accentuating his flattery with a little wink.

Said pin being the singular item above his name tag. The one that's an ombre between shades of green and blue cleanly separated into a distinct striped pattern.

Keith: "I- tha-"

His formal token of gratitude is cut short when the man flashes a tricolored one attached to the shoulder bag hugging his lean body. A bold combination of pink, purple, and blue.

Keith: "Thanks. I um... I like yours, too." He gives him a little smirk.

Lance: "Why, thank you, Keith. I'll be seeing you and Allura again very soon." A content grin pulls at his lips.

Keith: "Have a nice day, Lance." 

Lance: "You, too!" He calls out while walking backward towards the door.

And with a final wave goodbye to the co-owners, he's back on the street he came from. But this time, with the savory taste of fall in early spring, blanketing his tongue and the lingering memory of dark violet irises belonging to an adorable blushing man.

'God!... If he's single, I'm asking him out.'

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Side - Keith

Apparently, the universe had it out for him today. Not even in the comfort of his own apartment during the dead silent hours of night can he escape the inner turmoil. 

There, Keith sat on his living room couch surrounded by darkness. His illuminated laptop being the sole source of light as he attempts to distract himself by typing a wall of half baked text, the ultra plush blanket that was supposed to act as his tried and true calming mechanism (soft textures and their soothing properties, what can he say?) has practically swallowed him from the neck down, and yet it seems each of those combined has done little to help settling his mind between what Allura said and the internal debate fumbling around inside him.

With the end of their first day upon them, the co-owners set to work on cleaning up the place. Sweeping the floors, wiping down the tables, and such to the relentless rhythm cascading from the speakers above. 

Allura: "You know, I think he likes you." Her comment cuts through the music and pierces into Keith's consciousness.

Keith: "Who?" His expression takes on a puzzled contortion.

Allura: "Lance, of course. I saw the way the two of you were looking at each other. It was like... love at first sight."

Keith: "You know I don't believe in that stuff." He scoffs, completely dismissing the idea that a romance could spark THAT spontaneously. 

Allura: "Maybe not. But there was definitely chemistry there."

Keith: "Allura, please. Can we not?" Groaning out in frustration.

Sensing the shift in his demeanor, she pauses to allow him time to decompress. A look of empathy washing over her as she digested the situation at hand. She didn't intend to overwhelm Keith, just let him see the truth. The fact that he is indeed a lovable person and it's likely he'll find someone who sees it, too.

Allura: "... Keith..." She tries in a delicate tone once he returns to a lax state.

Keith: "Look... I know you want me to be happy, but this?... I don't-... I just don't know if I'm meant to be in a relationship or worthy of being loved... Even if it's with someone like him." He somberly admits, keeping his head down.

Allura: "... Keith, look at me." Gently, she coaxes.

He reluctantly complies, meeting her gaze across the dark metal table.

Allura: "You might not think so, but you are worthy of lots of great things in life."

Keith: "You don't know that."

Allura: "Yes, I do. I've known you for years, Keith. Seen every side of you whether it was at your lowest or at your best of days, and if anything, it's this I know for certain. You're a good person, and you deserve so much. So please... don't let yourself believe a load of nonsense like that."

'Did she really mean it?'

Fatigue finally begins to creep in as his vision progressively blurs. He leans back in his seat to rub the sleep away, but almost the moment he closes his eyes, the image of the man from this morning comes into view. 

Lushous, warm tan skin complimented by a light sprinkle of freckles. Fluffy short brown locks ending in perfect little curls. Gorgeous blue orbs that could put the ocean itself to shame.

Then there's the quirky smirk... and that playful wink reserved for Keith alone.

... Maybe Allura was right after all... They were literally flirting with each other. And from the way their back and forth exchange had been developing... they were both enjoying it.

It's this realization that instinctively causes him to squeeze his eyelids tighter at the growing heat scorching every nerve.

'Fuck... Worthy or not, I'm screwed.'

Under his lidded lament, a faint glow snaps Keith out of his polarizing thoughts. Sure enough, when he pulls them open, there stands his brother. Cross armed beneath the painfully glaring living room light. 

Keith: "What the hell, Shiro?! Shouldn't you be asleep by now?" He scowls at the taller, muscular man.

Shiro: "Really? Because I was about to ask you the same thing, little bro."  Cocking a smug grin his way.

Keith: "What?"

Peering down at the laptop's digital clock, it displays the current time. A few minutes past midnight, which is MUCH later than he anticipated. In all honesty, Keith had been so caught up in the emotional and mental roller-coaster from the moment he got home that he hadn't even bothered to keep track of the time. 

Keith: "Shit..." A strained curse escapes his clenched jaw.

Interpreting that as his cue to proceed, the older brother strides over to the couch, taking a seat next to the younger.

Shiro: "What are you working on, anyway?"

Keith: "You're going to think it's stupid." He side eyes the man who decided to invade his personal space. 

Shiro: "Oh come on, Keith. We both know that nothing you've ever written was stupid."

He's not wrong. Although Keith isn't one to admit it, him being a perfectionist and all, he's actually a decent writer. Some of his early works even earned him awards back in his school days. But still, he never felt completely satisfied with anything he came up with, despite the praise receives. This very instance is no different if that wasn't evident by stone faced look he's sending to his brother.

Shiro: "Just try me." He earnestly pleads.

Keith: "Haaaah, fine... It's a story about a house that knows what your biggest fears are, and it uses them against you." Exhaustion of all kind lacing his voice.

Shiro: "... How is that stupid?" Raising a skeptical eyebrow.

Keith: "Because it's the kind of stuff you see in a B-rated movie."

Shiro: "Well, not necessarily. Remember that one movie with the clowns who were actually aliens that wanted to take over the world? On paper, that just sounds ridiculous as hell, but it ended up being a cult classic, right?" He enthusiastically offers. 

'Ugh. Leave it to Shiro to make a legitimately valid point... And he just had to use my favorite movie as an example, too. How dare he.'

Keith: "... I guess so." Huffing in resignation.

Shiro: "Alright, well, I'm going to call it a night then. You should too, shop owner." He jabs while lifting off the couch and padding towards the hallway.

Keith: "Um, Shiro?"

Shiro: "Yeah?" Turning back to give his little brother his undivided attention once more.

Keith: "Before you started dating Adam, did you... did you ever feel like you weren't good enough for him?" The younger man sheepishly inquires.

Shiro: "... Yeah... I did. But, my love for him outweighed any doubts I had. So I took my chances and, well..."

Lifting his left hand, he proudly shows off the gold band snuggly fitted to his ring finger before continuing.

Shiro: "It was worth it." He fondly smiles, reflecting on the whirlwind journey they had experienced leading up to where their lives are now.

Of course, Keith can't help but match his brother's own feelings on the subject. After all, he was there to witness their love story every step of the way, and he's fully aware of how much they mean to each other.

Keith: "Thanks, Shiro. I... I think that's exactly what I needed to hear." A small smile breaks through his shy exterior.

Shiro: "No problem, little bro. Good night." The older man mirrors him.

Keith: "'Night."

'Well... maybe I could try to give love a chance.'

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Side - Lance

It's probably too early for Lance's liking, considering the sun is just barely cracking through the clouds of dawn, but it is what it is. He can't exactly be mad at his childhood friend who's about to start his first day of work after sending out applications to every possible establishment with an opening.

So now, here he is soaking up the words spewing from the rightfully anxious man as he frolics about the cramped kitchen. Bounding between the countertop and fridge in a mad frenzy, transporting all sorts of miscellaneous objects.

Nothing Lance hasn't grown accustomed to, though. The literal giant sweetheart who is capable of snapping your spine like a twig (and that's merely his 'Hey! How've you been, bud?' hugs), has a habit of riling himself up, but luckily, he also has a loyal friend in Lance to cushion him before he spirals too far.

Lance: "Hunk. Buddy. My boy. Chillax, everything is going to be fine." He casually reassures his distressed companion.

Hunk: "But, how do you know that? I'm not even there yet, and I'm already a mess. It's bad enough that I threw up three times since I got out of bed... Maybe I should call in sick." The bear of a man winces.

Lance: "What? No! Not after all the trouble you went through just to get this job... Er, what kind of job is this again?" 

Hunk: "I got hired as a barista at that new coffee shop. Spooky Beans. Knowing you, you've probably heard of them by now." 

Boy, did he. Of all the places in the city, Hunk managed to nab a job at the eccentric yet quaint little shop that won him over (in multiple ways that Hunk would likely judge him for) within the first few minutes of him being there... Considering who the owners are, he would fit right in, though. Not to mention this would give Lance even more of a reason to stop by.

Lance: "Wait, for real?! I was just there yesterday!"

Hunk: "Figures. In that case, you must have met my bosses, and from the way you're reacting, I'm guessing it went well. Haaah. That's a relief." He sighs, using a rag to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

Lance: "Yeah... I sure did." A breathy admission edging on something sensual, which earns him a deadpan stare in return.

Hunk: "... I know that look... you flirted with them, didn't you?"

Lance: "What look?" Smiling as if he doesn't already know.

Hunk: "That one right there. Do I need to bring a mirror out here?" Gesturing up and down at the other man's dreamy, smitten eyes and generously rosy cheeks.

'Well, shit. Guess I can't hide it if it's that obvious.'

Lance: "Okay, yeah. But just a little bit, and it was mostly with Keith. Which was mutual, if you can believe that. Seriously. Where the fuck has a guy like him been my whole life?" He blurts out at full speed, spilling his heart in the process.

Hunk: "Dude, language! Don't be tainting my lunch before I get a chance to eat it." 

Lance: "Uh, right. Sorry." Quietly, he mumbles to avoid aggravating the chef at work any further.

Peeking over Hunk's shoulder, Lance eyes the full spread laid out before him. All the fixings for a gourmet quality sandwich stacked in a uniform manner, ingredients and condiments neatly aligned at his side, and the quick yet precise layering of them all one after another. Although it might not seem too spectacular apart from what's actually going in there, Lance has known Hunk long enough to tell these will be anything but your run of the mill sandwiches. This is art in the making. Delicious edible art.

It's just a shame the other man won't be able to utilize his culinary expertise in the workplace, but at least he'll be catering in some form.

Lance: "I must say Hunk, those are looking pretty good." He states, mouth beginning to well with saliva.

Hunk: "Oh, thanks. Did you want one? I was going to make some extras for my shift mate anyway, so it's not a problem."

Lance: "Hunky Boy, I could never turn down an offer on something you made. And tell you what, in exchange, I'll come to work with you." Beaming with vigor at the most ingenious deal to grace his mind, a grin splaying from ear to ear.

Hunk: "... You're only saying that because you want to see Keith again." Slowly turning to the other, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. 

Lance: "Pssht! I can do that any day, I'm doing this for you, mi amigo. Because I care."

Truthfully, that isn't a lie. The way he saw it, it was practically a win-win for the both of them. Hunk gets the much needed emotional support of his best friend, and Lance gets a five-star meal from the best home cook he knows.

Of course, chatting with Keith was a favorable bonus in this arrangement. That part, Lance couldn't deny.

Hunk: "... Okay... Let me wrap these up, and then we can go." He windedly relents.

Lance: "You got it!" 

The clouds have fully receded by the time they pull into the lot, allowing warm rays to envelope all who ventures out. As he takes his keys from the ignition, Lance does a mental rundown of how he plans to approach the inevitable. Inhaling a deep, grounding breath at the sound of his seat belt unbuckling.

'Alright... here goes nothing.'

Dulling the last of his nerves with a good shake down, he reaches for the knob to open the driver's seat door until a sudden hand clasps his shoulder. Hunk's hand, firm yet gentle, calling his attention. When he does face his friend, Lance can see the steady look in his eyes, knowing exactly what he's about to do.

Hunk: "Hey, Lance?" He calmly asks.

Lance: "Yeah?"

Hunk: "This might be kinda weird, this being about you and my boss and all, but... If he's as interested in you as you said he is, then I just want you to know that I'm rooting for you. There's no one else I know who's more deserving of love than you." To accentuate his point, he offers him a small, supportive smile.

Lance: "Thanks, man. I really appreciate that... And same to you and Shay." Returning the gesture with his own smile.

Once Hunk checks in with the co-owners, Lance's eyes instantly catch sight of that attractive dark haired-cutie. Now that he has a full view of Keith, he's even more stunning than initially implied. Like damn, the man has style. The red flannel over a fitted black top and ripped jeans... to die for.

Not to mention how beautiful his hands are. Those fingerless gloves make them especially seductive (thank you for your service, Keith's gloves). And Lance absolutely fawns at the stray hand twirling around the most adorable trinket he's ever seen. A furry little black moth-like creature with beady red eyes hanging off a belt loop. 

He's been hovering near the Lance situated himself at, likely contemplating whether he should or shouldn't ask to join him. So Lance decides to spare the poor guy and help him out.

Lance: "What's up, Keith? Did you want to sit with me?" Shooting him a welcoming smirk.

Keith: "Oh, uh... Is that okay? I don't want to be a pest or anything." He modestly says.

Lance: "No. No, no, no, it's fine. I was actually hoping we could talk some more since you were on the clock last time."

Keith: "Oh... okay." Practically squeaking before shuffling to the vacant seat.

Lance pauses for a moment to let Keith make himself comfortable before continuing.

Lance: "So Keith, how long have been into horror?" He inquires with genuine curiosity.

Keith: "Since high school... but I've liked the paranormal pretty much my whole life."

Lance: "Whoa, really?" Enthusiasm alight in his voice.

Keith: "Uh, yeah." The raven haired man replies, seemingly taken aback.

Lance: "That's awesome! I actually have some paranormal experiences of my own I could tell you about sometime. If you'd like to hear them, that is."

Keith: "Y-yeah!... Yeah, I'd love to!" A flame of excitement lighting up his features.

'This is it, Lance. Make or break.'

Lance: "So... it's a date, then?" He carefully proposes. Half hopeful, half preparing for the worst.

Keith: "... W-what?" Eyes turning owlish at the apparent realization.

Lance: "I mean, if you have a boyfriend, I'll respect that. I was just wondering-"

Keith: "Uh, no. I... I'm not seeing anyone." Admitting in a coy tone, his face flushing a tomato red color in bashful sincerity.

Just then, their conversation gets cut short by announcement. "Order for Lance?!", the petite barista with short copper brown hair and rounded glasses calls. 

Lance: "Oh, right. Hey, Keith? I'll be back, okay?"

The man nods in understanding and he whisks away to claim his beverage from the pickup spot, all the while replaying vital information he's gathered.

Keith is indeed single. Lance has made his intentions clear that he wants to date him. And by the reaction he got... he might have a legitimate chance here... for once.

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Side - Keith

If Keith was being honest, he never felt so at peace in his entire existence.

He was used to the malicious taunting or venomous remarks that burned like acid on his skin. But this... this is different. The way Lance made him feel in just seconds into conversing is the polar opposite of every emotion he's ever experienced firsthand.

Up until now, Lance has been a splendid company. Not once did he have anything judgmental to say, and he willingly listened to everything Keith happened to spout, no matter how obscure it sounded... It's nice to have someone who would sit with him for hours without getting sick of his presence.

Still... Keith is who he is. A man who's an... acquired taste, no different from his own brews. That's a stark contrast to someone as bright and approachable as Lance... Whether they'll become mainstays in each other's lives from here on is anyone's guess. Even with them mutually agreeing to a date.

Regardless, he's enjoying the moment while it lasts. Hoping that maybe, just maybe, this won't be a temporary occurrence.

Blinking back to reality, Keith lifts his head from the bundled nest of arms he cradled himself in. Clothed palms scrubbing over a semi-damp face while stretching out a yawn as consciousness gradually sets in. And then it hit him... he was sleeping. The icy cold realization freezing the once active hands in place.

Ah... of course... how silly of Keith to fall for a self-indulgent, subconscious delu-

Allura: "Oh, Keith! You're awake!" The familiar female voice rings.

Keith: "... Huh?"

'Allura?... Am I at the shop?'

Lowering his hands, he twists around in his seat, now fully aware of where he resides. And definitely aware of his colleague smiling down at him in a knowing way (Does he want to know what that's about? Probably not. But because it's Allura, he will).

Keith: "What time is it?" Noting the day has grown older than he remembered. The cloak of evening shrouding the world just beyond the windows.

Allura: "Six fifty. Last calls are already going out." She reports. Her smile, unwavering.

Keith: "Right..." 

Allura: "Mm. So, I'm guessing you and Lance got on well, seeing how you have his jacket." Humming with contentment as she addresses the garment in question, earning her a wide-eyed stare.

Perplexed, he reaches over his shoulder. Sure enough, his fingertips hook on an extra layer of fabric that hadn't been there earlier.

'Oh, shit... that wasn't a dream.'

Apparently, there was more Lance left behind. Keith's attention is drawn when Allura leans closer, plucking an article from the jacket's sleeve. A note.

Allura: "Well, he certainly fancies you quite a bit if he's letting you have his phone number." Her gaze skimming through the penmanship.

Keith: "Wh-what?!"

Allura: "It's true. See for yourself." She replies, passing the creased sheet back to him.

He gingerly scans the contents written in objectively the prettiest handwriting Keith has seen. Royal blue ink playfully scrawled in elegant loops and sharp lines that make his heart race at every turn. The aforementioned numbers, along with the name 'Lance McClain' line across the lower portion, to which he absentmindedly strokes. And, the most telling part of all, a doodled sparkly winking face right at the bottom.

Keith: "... What do I even do with this?" He cluelessly asks, distress setting in his eyes.

Allura: "Keith, he wouldn't have given you his number if he didn't want you to use it. I'm not saying you have to contact him straight away, but obviously, he enjoys speaking with you, and he's interested in doing just that even when he can't come by." 

Keith: "... I mean... he did ask me out." Modestly, he admits. A fiery warmth spreads the length of his cheeks.

Allura: "I had a feeling he would. I'm so happy for you, Keith." Fondly commending her dear friend.

Keith: "Uh, thanks, Allura... Anyway, I'll get the cleaning supplies so we can get started."

With a shy nod of acceptance, he rises. Aching muscles and kinked joints from the awkward slumber, giving him a light wince.

'Ugh. Yeah, no. Note to self: don't pass out in public ever again. Especially not on these chairs.'

What a day, what a day. To Keith, the events of it undoubtedly warranted an evening to himself in the form of cozying up in bed. Borrowing deep into the hoard of cryptid plushies surrounding the headboard.

Mind cycling through each notable development sends antsy yet hesitant jitters down his body. An itch to take action, but a hard wired instinct to stay on guard holding him back.

Eyeing his phone, idly resting on the nightstand, he ponders his options in silence.

'... I'm really about to do it, aren't I?... haaah, fine.'

He then lunges across the bed, snatching the phone before any second thoughts can intervene. Opening his contacts to the most recent addition.

The soft ring of an outgoing call echos ominously. Nerves prickling as he braces himself.

Lance: "Hello?" The voice of Keith's intended recipient crackles through the speaker.

Keith: "Uh, hi Lance. It's Keith."

Lance: "Oh, hey! You read my note!" He joyfully cheers.

Keith: "Yeah, um... sorry about earlier. I was up late last night, and I guess it caught up to me." 

Lance: "Nah, it's cool. You needed the rest. Besides, now that we got each other's numbers, we can talk anytime." 

Keith: "Yeah... you're right." Try as he might, Keith can't resist grinning at the taller man's caring response. 

'Hm... Maybe calling him up was a good idea, after all.'

Keith: "So... next Saturday, huh?" He softly prods, the warm fuzzies settling in his gut making him fidget in place a bit.

Lance: "Yes, sir. Are you excited?"

Keith: "Well, that and I'm kinda nervous, too."

Lance: "You're nervous?" Concern clear in his tone.

'Right. He doesn't know about my track record in dating... the lack of, that is.'

Keith: "Lance... this is going to be my first date... like... ever." He states in all seriousness.

Lance: "... Then I'll do everything in my power to make this the best first date possible. Prepare to be wooed with everything I've got, Keith." Brimming determination evident in his voice.

Keith giggles fondly at how committed Lance is. It's just so admirable that he would consider him that much.

'Sounds like I'm in for quite the romantic evening... not that he really needs to try, though.'

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Side - Lance

A few days have passed since Lance's last visit to the little haven, that is, Spooky Beans. The eccentric owner who captured his attention has become a nightly audience to the most enthralling topics he's had the pleasure conversing about. To his delight, Keith is always eager to jump right in, adding to the electrifying energy between them.

Needless to say, Lance loves what they got going on. It's without question his favorite part of the day. He anticipates it. Maybe even craves it, like precious moonlit rendezvous that the bustling city is none the wiser to.

Which is why even he's surprised that he hadn't forgotten what tonight is: game night at Hunk's place. 

Hunk: "Lance! You made it!" The big, lovable man happily exclaims when the door swings open. 

Lance: "Hell, yeah! Ready to get this party started, Hunky Boy?" He replies with equal enthusiasm as his friend ushers him in.

Hunk: "Almost. We're just waiting on Pidge now."

Right. From what Lance heard, Hunk and his shift mate Pidge immediately hit it off. More like 'share a brain', really. The way they stay in sync with each other in their small workspace without falling out of step is a testament to how well paired they are.

Hunk: "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, buddy. Tonight's meal should be done baking in about ten minutes." Heartily gesturing to the living room, parallel to the kitchen where he torts off.

Lance: "Damn, man. Whatever it is, it's smelling hella good." Complimenting aloud for Hunk to hear while he flops onto the couch, feet propping casually on the coffee table.

Hunk: "Thanks, but let's not get me all buttered up until we taste this first."

Just as he finishes that sentence, the doorbell rings, sending the host dashing to the source.

Hunk: "Hey, Pidge! Come on in!" His jolly voice sings in the distance, echoing through the humble apparent.

The soft thumps of incoming footsteps perk Lance's ears at attention. When he turns to where the sound resonates, his friend has just reemerged from the void. A small human being in tow.

Hunk: "Alright, the gang's all here. Now, both of you feel free to kick back and mingle while I get everyone's plates preped." 

With that, he returns to his previous quarters, leaving the other two to own devices. 

Unfortunately for Lance, the new arrival takes this as the perfect opportunity to make their move. Their amber eyes pin him down with an unmistakable spark of amusement. Smugly grinning when they slink their way onto an open space beside him. 

'Um, okay?... What the fuck?'

Pidge: "Hello, Lance." They elegantly greet, ulterior motives dripping off their tongue.

Lance: "Hi... Pidge." Raising a wary eyebrow.

... And then, silence.

Both of them sat there, staring at each other, waiting for someone to say something. To break this awkward tension in the air because god was it painful... until someone does.

Pidge: "So how long?"

Lance: "Huh?" Perplexion shifting to utter confusion physically and vocally.

Pidge: "You and Keith. How long have you been a thing?" 

'Me and Keith? What... Oh!'

Lance: "Oh, that! Well, We uh... I just asked him out the other day. He sputters, now cognitively catching up on where this conversation is going.

Pidge: "Wait, really?!" Eyes blowing wide at the apparent news.

Hunk: "Pidge, I think you might want to ease up on Lance. He's looking kinda... tense."

The group's host suddenly materializes before them, plates in each hand baring hefty lasagna slices with garlic knots stacked in neat piles beside them. 

Lance, of course, thanks every high power known to the universe for that. When it comes to keeping the peace, Hunk was always a natural, and for Lance's sake, his service was much needed.

Pidge: "Oh! Oh shit, I'm so sorry! I was just curious because, well... you two seemed so cozy around each other, I assumed you were already together." Frantically explaining themself to make amends for their misunderstanding.

Lance: "You... you thought we looked like a couple?" He asks, interest piqued.

Pidge: "Well, yeah. If you had told me you guys have been dating for years, I would've believed you."

That definitely puts things in a new perspective.

Lance wasn't aware of how people might view his and Keith's interactions, but if they really truly appear to have a picture-perfect connection like Pidge said, then he's not complaining. In fact, he's glad that they're having such a positive relationship so far and that others can see it too.

Lance: "It's alright, Pidge. Actually, I'm flattered that we looked that way to you. Hopefully we'll make that assumption of yours a reality someday." He reassures them with a pardoned smile.

Pidge: "I sure as hell hope so, because you guys are adorable." Smirking back at him, a quick playful wink added on for good measure.

As the atmosphere settles into something more comfortable between the newly minted friends, a quiet sniffle calls their attention. Hunk.

Using one of his shirt sleeves, he wipes away a stray tear threatening to streak down his face. Though it's not tears of sadness or disappointment being shed, it's the kind of tears a proud parent would dawn.

Hunk: "Man, you both had me worried for a second there. But now... now we're a trio!... right?"

Pidge: "Mhm! I'm good with that if you are." They beam as they readjust their glasses.

Lance: "Sure we are, buddy. It takes a lot more than a small hiccup like that to scare me off." Tenderly agreeing with a soft pat on the shoulder.

Yes, from that moment on, those three became their own little friend group. All the better when Pidge revealed they're a Legendary Defenders fan after producing a copy of the tie-in video game (which they undoubtedly conquered until the early hours of the next morning). So yeah, maybe inviting a newcomer to game night was the best idea after all.

Keith: "I like your face mask." The dark haired man on the other end of the video chat coos.

Lance: "Does that mean you'll do one with me during a future sleepover?" His eyebrows dance at the prospect of a romantic night in.

Such a dream come true, that would be. Honestly, Lance almost wishes that was the case at this very moment. Him lounging about in bed, soft flowing pajamas to keep himself comfortably warm, his trusty skincare products unwinding him from the day's objectives, and spending quality time Keith. Yes, that may be exactly what he's doing now, but... it could be better.

Then again, the fact that Lance is going on a date, a real date, is a miracle in itself. One that he won't take for granted.

Keith: "Uh... I don't know about that... Not the sleepover part, though. I'd be up for that, eventually."

Lance: "Ooh, okay." He cracks a small, hopeful smile.

Keith: "Oh, yeah. How was your game night? That was last night, right?"

Lance: "Mm. Yeah, it was uh... interesting."

Keith: "'Interesting?'" Taken aback by the vague description.

Lance: "Um, well... Pidge was there and at first they kinda interrogated me a bit, but-"

Keith: "WHAT?! Are you okay? What did they do? Do Allura and I need to have a talk with them?" He rapid fires the stream of questions, panic and concern swirling in his voice.

At that, Lance shoots up from his resting position, full attention on his disturbed counterpart.

Lance: "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Keith, calm down. They just came on a little too strong, but they're actually really cool. So we're good now." 

Keith: "... Haaaah... Okay... but if anything ever happens again, let me know." The other man relents, resigned to Lance's benevolent accounts.

Lance: "Wow, you're really protective over me, aren't you?" He jokingly teases.

Keith: "I am when it comes to something or someone I care about."

'Someone he cares about...'

That's it... those words... those simple yet meaningful words... that's the words Lance wasn't sure he would hear from anyone in his lifetime... and here they are.

Lance: "... I care about you too, Keith... a lot." Somehow mustering the strength to croak out his response.

Keith: "I know you do. We wouldn't be doing this if you didn't." His features soften into something empathetic, like he knows what he's seeing.

Lance: "... Yeah." 

Chapter Text

Side - Keith/Lance

The funny thing about time is that it flies away in a blur before you realize it's gone and left you behind. Case in point being that Saturday morning has arose. THE Saturday morning.

Sure, Keith was still ecstatic regarding his and Lance's plans for the evening ahead. Ironic, given what his past self would be thinking, but he guesses this is what happens when you find that person who just... gets you. However, there's something lingering in his mind. Something tragically familiar. 

Shiro: "Keith?"

Keith: "H-huh?" Stupor broken at the sound of his brother's voice.

Looking up from the window he had mindlessly stared out of for most of the ride, he catches the older man peering over the car's passenger seat. Though he's barely visible, Keith can tell Shiro is sensing the disturbance in him.

Shiro: "You okay back there? You look kinda spacey." 

"Oh Takashi, You worry too much. He's probably just thinking about that boy." The spectacle clad driver chimes in, invoking a flustered wide-eyed blush in the youngest of the three. 

God, he hates it when Adam does that. The way he knows Keith well enough to read him like a book. And the worst part is he'll shamelessly call him out for it, that smug bastard. It's so embarrassing.

Shiro: "... I guess you're right about that." A resigned mumble escapes him.

Adam: "Look, I know this all sudden, and new, and trust me, if that Lance boy does anything to hurt Keith, I'll be the first person in line to give him an ass whooping he'll never forget. But I also know Keith wouldn't agree to go out with someone he doesn't trust, right Keith?"

Keith: "Y-yeah." He bashfully confirms, picking the scuffed polish on his fingernails.

Okay, so maybe there's times when Adam's parental intuition isn't so bad after all... Maybe.

Fluffy eggs, crispy bacon, and sweet, sweet French toast. Basic, he knows. Although living alone and leading a life that keeps him on the go doesn't exactly allow Lance to cook extravagantly (It's fine, really. His line of work makes up for that more often than not).

While stuffing fork fulls into his mouth, he scrolls down the line of self-published vlogs. Numerous posts documenting years of eatery and café hopping. One in particular garners his attention, a video titled 'Spooky Beans: A Horror Enthusiast's Delight'.

Views have racked up tremendously and Lance is over the moon with joy. He's pleased to see so many people enchanted by the very place (and its partial owner) that tugs at his heartstrings.

Lance: "Mm... I wonder if I should make another video..." He fumbles around the idea, gaze fixed on his phone's screen.

Flicking a quick glance at the clock, he notes the time. An entire day's worth of hours until their fated courtship.

Lance: "Welp, I could always bring that up to Keith and Allura later. For now, I gotta freshen up." Conclusion set in stone as his screen fades to black.

Like magic, the last morsels of breakfast disappear and off to his bedroom he goes where the ajar closet door with random pieces of spilled clothes awaits. 

Of course, Lance has been on dates before. He's learned the routine. What to expect... or,  unfortunately for him, what not to expect. But this is different... Keith, being who he is, makes it different. The kind that Lance had hoped to experience for so long.

So, for once, he's going all in. No reservations, just... Lance offering his heart to a genuine suitor. 

Allura: "Keith, as your friend and business partner, I hereby relieve you of your duties for the day." She decrees all the while steering her fellow shop owner out from behind the counter.

Keith: "What? But I-" 

Allura: "No buts. You've done way beyond your part, and I can't allow you to wear yourself thin when you have an engagement tonight." Her ruling absolute yet heartfelt.

Indeed. Since the moment he arrived, Keith was on a roll. Taking an occasional short break to the bathroom, only to resume his non-stop work train.

It's clear to anybody who truly knows him, including Allura, that he's doing this to keep himself busy. To block his thoughts.

Which at the rate he's going, it'll do him more harm than good.

Keith: "... Haaah, okay." He groans, finally surrendering without resistance.

At that, the silver haired woman easily guides him to the nearest table. There, Keith grapples a chair free, slumping into it with his tilted back and limbs lazily strewed in any which way they fell.

A moment of silence passes as he stares endlessly upon the blank canvas that is the shop's ceiling. Intricate conceptions rush to fill the empty space between relaying his not-so-wise actions and every jumbled emotion he's tried to swallow... And that face again.

'Lance...'

'Alright, Loverboy. You got this.'

The lovely bell tinkles on cue with Lance's puttering shoes through the mostly barren shop. Being seven on the dot, the only souls left are, of course, the Spooky Beans crew.

Speaking of, his favorite duo had seemingly been awaiting his appearance, seeing how they're lined up at the door.

Lance: "Oh, hey guys. Is Keith here?" Gleefully addressing both baristas.

Hunk: "Allura's helping him get ready in the back." The braunier man thumbs towards the storage room.

Pidge: "No worries, she'll be wrapping up her fairy godmother magic on your prince charming soon."

'Keith? As my prince charming?'

Lance never entertained the notion of his relationship with Keith as a 'fairytale' in any sense because that would just be too much, and he knows better than that. But... there's something about that phase that stirs something in him. Like a forbidden desire he yearns for.

Pidge: "So what are we thinking? Is he going to walk out here with slicked back hair or not?" Their curious eyes dribble amongst the men, expectant of their predictions.

Hunk: "Nah, Keith doesn't seem like the type to be that formal."

Pidge: "Then?" They plead him to eliminate with wrist rolls in emphasis. 

Hunk: "Easy. A ponytail." He states simply.

Pidge: "A ponytail, huh? How about you, Lance?"

Lance: "Me? Well-"

Allura: "Apologies for the wait!" The aforementioned woman's voice chimes in.

Turning to meet the incoming co-owners, Lance's gaze immediately falls on his 'prince'. An act that strikes him breathless right on the spot.

Keith looks back at him, timidly smirking just above the collar of his black leather jacket. His hair lovingly tied back in a half ponytail, giving him a well tamed look while leaving the bangs free to frame his face. And to Lance's delight, there's a return appearance of that adorable tiny moth plush, which Keith is currently fondling with.

All of this, of course, earning Lance a satisfied grin from Allura, who caught onto his entranced stare. She then leans to the other man's ear, whispering privately a message he modestly nods to confirm.

Maybe Lance hadn't been too subtle about it, but... she truly has magical hands. Not that Keith wasn't a good-looking guy to begin with, although Lance would be lying if he said he didn't look exceptionally handsome tonight.

Allura: "Ahem! I believe we've held you both up long enough. Better get a move while the night's still young." She beams before proceeding to dismiss the loitering baristas.

Lance: "Uh, right... Shall we, then?" Nervously gesturing to the door behind him.

The raven haired beauty's smirk spreads wider at that, following his date out of the shop. As they make their way across the lot, muffled yaps can be heard on the inside. Something about 'lucky guesses' or whatever.

Meh. Who cares about stupid bets? Lance and Keith have more appealing activities ahead of them.