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Knuckles in the ball room (1)

This may or may not take place after the fight with Griffin oneshot. That's where you get imagine your own scenarios.
And yes, Lance has brown eyes in this.

Keith's POV:

I had just walked out of the shopping centre with Shiro, who had a very wide grin on his face. I looked up at him. "Stop smiling, you look like an idiot" I huffed, I was currently mad at him for forcing me to the mall to get me a suit.

"You should try it sometime," He chuckled, elbowing my shoulder. My frown grew. Why did he have to ask me? Of all people. I wanted to punch something, to let go of all of these annoying emotions that were building up inside of me. They're a waste of time.

I thought back to when it had happened.

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The cuban boy was shoved forward, his friends snickering and whispering behind him. "Oh shoot he's coming towards me" I panicked in my head, but didn't let any emotions be displayed on my face.

"Heya buddy," he spoke nervously his chocolate eyes displaying a mixture of emotions: anxiety, excitement and fear. "I know you're probably not coming but," he rubbed his neck "do you wanna come to the dance with me"
A firework of suprise exploded in my stomach.

"Oh, uh er, sure." I tried to maintain my calm composure, but the blush that had grown on my cheeks said otherwise.

"Great! See ya there" he dashed out of sight, leaving me alone with only my thoughts and bouncing emotions.

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I remember how hard I ended up punching the wall in my dorm, I felt my knuckles sting from under the dark gloves I wore. Shiro seemed to be going on about someone, (probably Adam) but I couldn't pay attention. My brain was thinking of every single way I could possibly mess up.

"Keith? Are you even listening?" Shiro sighed.

"Huh? Oh yeah," I mumbled, a clear giveaway that I was not listening. He rolled his eyes, starting his car.

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Sucking back the pain, I slowly unravelled the bandages with my teeth. I was currently sitting in the gym, heavy breathing bouncing around the room.
"Keith? What the cheese are you doing here?"

A familiar voice jolted me back into reality. I looked back.

Shoot.

"I was just, training" I muttered, unable to meet his eyes. His feet thudded and echoed around the room as he walked to down the stairs into the court.

"What about you?" I asked, turning the subject back to him, that way I wouldn't have to talk as much.

"No reason, just came here randomly" he was now next to me. I looked at him. I met his eyes. They were the colour of fresh soil. He picked up the old bandages and raised an eyebrow at me.

Before I could think of an excuse, he spoke. "You really need to stop punching walls" Frick, this guy can see right through me.

My heart boomed as he picked up my hands. Kissing his teeth, he shook his head. "Keith, man, why take it out on your poor knuckles"

Carefully, he sat down on the ground, I followed suit. He picked up the roll of bandages and slowly unravelled it. His face was twisted in concentration and care, like he had done this several times before. Judging by the size of his family, he probably had.

Once he was finished, he crossed his legs and placed his hands in his lap. "Now don't go punching walls again" Lance instructed. He sounded like a dad.

That thought made me laugh a bit. The mexican boy's ears turned pink, "I'm being serious" he said.

I nodded, looking away embarrassedly. I picked up my  gloves and slipped them on.

I smiled appreciatively at him, watching him walk out of the room. Once I was sure he was gone, I groaned loudly and pulled my face downwards.