This is a long chapter so I apologize but I tried to squeeze in as many of the little plot hole fillers as I could without it being too unnatural. There's also a surprise in the end and the author's note at the end ;)

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How do you repent past sins you could never control?

Sin, by definition, was an immoral act considered to be a transgression against divine law. It was often described as acts that went against the common logic of what was right or wrong. To many, cheating, lying, and even stealing was considered to be a sin and you were always expected to confide in your pastor or to god in order to repent those misdeeds against humanity. However, by birth, you were brought into a world of sin, infected with the poison of deceit and lies that infected the air. With your very first breath, you were expected to make poor decisions as you tried to go through life. To many, sinning was bad and should earn you a place next to the devil himself but to the minority, sinning mad you human. You're expected to remain innocent, your hands never being tainted with the malevolence of the world or even the tears of the people around you and yet, there wasn't a single person capable of avoiding these acts against God.

To sin was what made you human. To sin showed that you had an active consciousness that allowed you to distinguish between right and wrong. To sin meant you had the constant battle of light and darkness inside of you that you had to keep balanced out. You were never meant to be pure, you were meant to have your hands blackened with your immoral deeds and the tears from when you felt guilty. Guilt was how you repented your sins and sins were proof that you were living for yourself, not others.

To sin, for the lack of a better term, was good. To repent was to wipe the slate of immorality clean in an attempt to be nothing more than another cattle in the herd that followed a linear path all their life.

Lance sat in the circle with his friends, Keith to his right and Shiro to his left. He was quietly fiddling with his fingers, his heart racing as he tried to not look over at Keith despite how tempting it was. His smile that he had shown Lance as he willingly sat beside him was something he had never said before. It was luminous, so beautiful that he was worried that it was hiding something painful behind it. He had never seen Keith, the Keith Kogane AKA angry teen boy who wanted nothing more than to rip the heads off of his enemy's shoulders, give such a sincere smile before. The way his purple eyes seemed to light up as he focused on Lance and how he gave a small little hum as he seated himself, the little details Lance had never seen before only made the feelings inside of him grow a bit more.

He slowly reached up and pinched the fabric of his Space Rangers shirt. He had pulled it away from the skin of his chest in order to fluff it out to get some air on his overheating face. His heart had been racing the moment he had laid eyes on the mullet-headed boy and now he was struggling to not die from a heatstroke during the meeting.

Olivia, their counselor of sorts, lowered her clipboard onto her lap and took a deep breath to show her serious face for the very first time since these meeting had begun. "I understand that a lot has been happening to each and every one of you these last two weeks but today we are here to lend one another a hand of support and tell the other that it is okay to have the feelings you have. You should not be ashamed of what you share here for we all have issues of our own," The redhead said sympathetically as she looked at each of the teens individually.

Pidge looked up, his eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms over his chest suspiciously, "You say that as if you actually understand what any of us go through, I can't help but doubt it."

Lance felt pity towards Olivia but he couldn't help but find himself agreeing with the little sandy-haired freshman. They knew nothing of the woman who was supposed to be here to help them, to them, she was an enigma. Olivia gave a wry smile as she carefully rubbed one of her hands against her arms, "Actually, every counselor in this program has been through similar situations. Each one of us has come from the program so I was just like you all at one point; a troubled teen who believed no one would understand her pain."

Allura looked up at her, her blue eyes showing a hint of life as she sat up slightly, "Really?" She asked quietly.

Olivia had all of their attention now, even Keith's. The redhead nodded solemnly before she frowned, "When I was younger I lived with my aunt because my parents had a drug problem but she was abusive. She would uh-" Her voice cracked slightly and she winced in response. Lance's heart dropped in his chest as she continued, "She would slam my head against the wall when she got really angry and would sometimes even put her cigarettes out on my back as a punishment for not doing something the proper way. When I couldn't handle any more of her abuse I tried to kill myself but luckily my friends knew about it and called 911. I was put into a foster home and into this program where I met people suffering from the same issues as you all."

"What were their names, if you wouldn't mind us asking... and what happened to them?" Hunk asked suddenly, his eyes full of curiosity as he sat on the edge of his seat.

Olivia smiled at this as she looked up from her clipboard. "Their names were Jasper, Serena, Dakota, and Weiss. They all had different issues; Serena lived with a mother with schizophrenia and she was suffering from depression due to it, Weiss had Huntington's and he was always afraid of how it was going to harm the people he loved so he suffered from suicidal tendencies, Jasper had a binge eating disorder, and Dakota had an abusive mother. We were dysfunctional just like you all and our counselor decided to introduce the same buddy system I used for you all and we ended up becoming like a small family that could trust one another no matter what. Serena and I became counselors while Jasper married and moved away, Weiss created a plan for his family for when his disease took over his life, and Dakota became a college professor in Arizona."

Keith looked over at Olivia and gave her a small smile, "I want to start us off then," He looked around the circle slowly, "I mean, she did just tell us private information she didn't have to say. I want to be close with all of you and opening up is the only way to do so, right?"

"Please, go ahead," Olivia smiled gratefully at Keith as she reached up to make sure her watery eyes hadn't shed a tear.

Keith locked eyes with Lance for a moment before his cheeks turned a light shade of pink causing the both of them to look away abruptly. He reached up and scratched the corner of his mouth awkwardly, "Well, if you couldn't tell, I'm adopted," He started, eyes full of pain as he tried to talk about his issues. "My mother died giving birth to me so I never got a chance to meet her but I grew up with my father until I was eight, then he got arrested and I was left to the foster system believing my mother had left my father and me when I was born and that my father as a no-good hillbilly," He took in a shaky breath and squeezed his eyes shut.

"When I was adopted I had already become a broken kid; I didn't trust anyone, I wanted nothing to do with other people, and I wanted to hide from the feelings of guilt and neglect I felt. My adoptive mother forced me into the spotlight the moment she got her money hungry hands on me and I was forced to smile through all the anger and hatred I felt towards the world. I lashed out at everyone except my little sister who I could never hate because she reminded me too much of how I was when I was her age. When I got cancer I-" His voice suddenly stopped and he opened his eyes to show tears threatening to down his cheeks. Lance's heart felt as if it were being stabbed over and over again as he resisted the urge to reach over and pull the boy into his arms to comfort him. "I wanted to scream at the world for taking away my life. I wanted to strangle God and tell him to give me back the childhood I was refused at birth. When I thought I was cancer free I began to rebel even more, blaming the world for problems I didn't even understand but then when it came back, I felt like this time I was really going to die."

"When you beat cancer for the first time you think 'That's it, I've passed the trials of life, there isn't anything I can't beat!'. You really believe you're safe from the cruel world outside of your little bubble but the moment you get the news that it's back you just feel like this pit has opened up below you and you're walking on this little line that's barely visible because you feel truly powerless. You feel that the disease rules over your life and that when you believe that you're on the right path, here comes cancer ready to bust through the walls you've put up like the fucking kool-aid man."

Pidge laughed slightly as he tried to keep it together, "Cancer is the giant red Kool-aid man now? Wow Keith, did they put you on painkillers or something?"

Keith glared at his little friend and growled, "I couldn't think of anything else you runt!"

Lance grimaced in annoyance as the two began to bicker in front of everyone. Sure, Keith was stepping out of his comfort zone by talking about himself but he was the same old irritable kid he was before.

Olivia stifled a laugh with her hand and shook her head slightly, "Please, continue."

Keith crossed his arms over his chest and frowned with a little pout visible on his face, "Thanks to this group, I've finally gotten the closure I had been searching for all my life. I found my biological parents and said my goodbyes. I'm freed from the problems that held me back from opening myself up to others again thanks to some of the people here."

Lance's face felt as if it were on fire as he noticed Keith giving him a side glance, the pale boy's cheeks redder than a strawberry as he tried to not make it obvious he was looking at the tanned boy next to him. Lance was happy. He was happy because Keith wasn't mad at him anymore but he was also elated simply because he had done something right for once. He felt his lips fighting the urge to form as he kept his eyes locked on his lap. He was glad he helped Keith indirectly. It was Keith's choice to speak to his father but thanks to Pidge, Lance was able to tell Keith about the existence of the old man and indirectly give Keith a push towards the light he was always searching for during his times of despair.

Lance reached up and plucked his shirt from his chest. His heart was beating a mile a second and he didn't know whether or not he wanted it to stop. The feeling inside of him was indescribable as it thumped away in his chest. His palms were sweaty, his face felt as if it had burning coals on it, and his lips trembled as he resisted the urge to smile. Was this how it felt to like another person?

Slowly, he let the material pinched between his fingers go as he shyly rose his hand into the air. "I-I would l-like to go next!" He stated with a shaky voice and a bright red face, his blue eyes wide and full of fright.

If Keith could do it, so could he.

Pidge peeked around Keith and flashed Lance a thumbs up with a devilish grin while Hunk gave him a very encouraging smile as if to tell the tanned boy that he was going to be accepted no matter what he said to the group. Shiro and Allura gave him quiet yet prideful looks like a parent would give to their kids at a school play but Lance didn't even have to look at Keith to understand that he was encouraging Lance just like the rest. A piece of Lance still felt god awful for everything he had done to Keith and the pain he had caused him by telling him about his birth parents but it didn't seem to bother the smiling boy anymore. Lance would just have to make up for it later.

Lance lowered his hand to his lap and gave the group a nod of appreciation. "I know most of you have this weird, distorted image of how my family life must be or even why I've done the things I have but they're wrong," He began nervously. "My family isn't as happy as we could be, my brother struggles with trying to keep himself on his feet while being happy for his son and my mother deals with this regret we can all see but she tries to act like it isn't there. In a way, we're dysfunctional despite our outward appearances. My father is the root cause of it all, he was the one who filled our minds with lies and committed adultery while he told me that the world would accept me no matter what I looked like but we can all agree middle school kids would beg to differ."

"They're demons," Hunk shivered as he rubbed his arms as if he were having flashbacks to his prepubescent days.

Lance laughed a bit as he nodded in agreement, "That they were. When I came home from the second week of middle school in tears, I tried to look at my father for emotional support but he turned to me with these cold eyes and told me that the students hated me because I was a pig. I cried all night as I listened to my parents fight, my father admitted he was screwing his assistant, and that night on I blamed myself for everything that went wrong inside of our little jolly ol' home because I began to throw up after every meal in hopes of getting skinnier to appease my father. I harmed myself for the acceptance of others but I was shut out by the people I wanted to please and I became what you see here today, a sad little Cuban kid who is trying to get his life back together."

"Have you been eating well?" Olivia asked, her eyes soft and full of sympathy.

Lance smiled slightly and raised three fingers into the air pridefully, "Three days strong."

The group slowly began to clap, some of them congratulating Lance on his achievements. Lance finally felt it. He felt that little warm tingle in his fingertips and stomach. The feeling of self-worth. He felt appreciated by himself and the people who started this program with him.

"Me!" Pidge scooted to the edge of his seat and began to wave his hand in the air in excitement. "I want to go next if we're all sharing about ourselves without judgement, though, everyone knows my situation by now..." He pouted slightly as he calmed down a bit, voice trailing off.

Olivia gave him a little smile as she looked around the group, "Well, if everyone already knows your situation, why don't you explain the significance of the white in everyone's hair."

Lance hadn't noticed it before but Hunk really did have a white streak just like the rest of them. They were officially a friend group now.

Pidge gave Allura a look asking for permission to explain the situation and when she nodded in agreement, Pidge took in a deep breath and started the story. "Well it really started with Allura and Shiro, they dyed their hair to mark a change in their life and we all decided to join them in order to become-"

"Beautiful disasters," Keith interrupted suddenly, his purple eyes gleaming with pride. "It was everyone's mark we used to show we are trying to heal from the wounds of our past."

"Dick," Pidge mumbled quietly.

Olivia look around and nodded understandingly, then she motioned to the old little bracelet she had on her wrist, "This was my group's little mark, it has the first initial of everyone's names on it."

Hunk leaned over to get a better look at the bracelet even reaching out to move it around. Then, he looked back up at the counselor and gave a weak smile, "How about you dye a piece of your hair too? We are your first support group right?"

"Yeah," Shiro finally piped up, his voice hoarse. "We should be a memorable group, we were dysfunctional and still kind of are, we had to have made a mark on you."

"Oh," Olivia's face darkened as she glared at Keith and Lance, "Some of you have definitely left a mark on my life, however, I can't dye my hair. Job rules."

Lance gave a chagrined look as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. He remembered how he and Keith had been at one another's throats at the start of this support group. Actually, everyone seemed to have beef with one another. Allura and Katie were always after one another and Keith was just lashing out at anything that breathed while Shiro and Hunk tried to remain neutral among all the chaos.

"Well," Pidge sighed and looked over at Hunk, "How about you go next."

Hunk's face lit up bright red as everyone's gaze shifted over to him. He looked panicked but once Pidge gave him a thumbs up and one of his devilish little smirks, Hunk relaxed slightly and picked at his clothes anxiously. "Well," He began, "I don't have any back story as to why I'm the way I am... sadly, it's something I never had a choice in-" His eyes widened in realization. He threw his hands up into the air and glanced around the group with this horrified expression on his face. "I'm not saying any of you chose to have your conditions or anything!"

Lance laughed a little bit and waved his hand in the air nonchalantly as he noticed Allura faintly smiling as the anxious boy, "Honest mistake big guy, just keep going."

Hunk let out a sigh of relief as he slped his shoulders, "I got made fun of a lot because I was always too petrified to really do anything at school. Even speaking to teachers was enough to make me panic and nearly throw up at the thought of ever having to interact with another person. I got so afraid of what everyone would think of me that I wouldn't be able to sleep sometimes when I worked on a school project trying to make it look the best I could.

"Over the years it has sort of died down a bit but presenting with everyone's eyes on me... it really frightened me so my parents thought that by enrolling me here, I could work on the issues that hold me back from a successful career," Hunk sighed as if he had finally gotten a weight off of his chest.

Lance jumped slightly when he heard Shiro beginning to chuckle in amusement next to him. Everyone looked at the baseball player with frowns, unsure of what was going through his head to think that it was appropriate to even laugh at what Hunk had said.

Shiro covered his smile with his hand and tried to stop laughing as he looked over at Hunk, his grey eyes full of warmth. "That's what you're afraid of?" He asked.

Hunk raised his eyebrows before he lowered his head in shame, "Y-Yeah, I knew it was dumb..." He mumbled quietly to himself.

Lance was ready to roll up his sleeves and let Shiro have it until he heard what the teen had to say, "I think it's perfectly fine," Shiro stated. "I mean, we're all afraid of something but I would think a perfectionist like you was just afraid of making mistakes. I'm glad to see you're just like us, afraid of the judgment of others."

"Well," Keith mused, "I guess I have to agree."

Hunk smiled weakly at everyone, "Sorry for not living up to your expectations..."

Lance rolled his eyes jokingly and waved his hand in the air to dismiss the comment Hunk said, "We prefer you to be like us bud, it means you're kinda just as screwed up as us."

Allura slowly raised her hand into the air while she kept one with her fingers laced into Shiro's. "May I?" She looked at Olivia.

Olivia nodded her head and gently set the clipboard on the floor no longer taking notes. Allura gulped as she repositioned herself and pulled at her sweatpants. "Well, if you had been at my side these last few days you would know I was hospitalized after being..." Her voice faltered for a second as her face darkened. Lance hadn't seen someone look so pained before. She bit her lips as her brows furrowed together almost joining as one and her eyes were watering, glistening just like a puddle of water in light. "I was raped by a teacher from my school. He passed away yesterday morning after being comatose from when I fought back. I know that the situation wasn't my fault but I somehow feel like I was being punished for surviving the car crash that claimed my mother and father when I was just a child. I feel so much guilt within my heart when I think about that day and I can't help but think that surely, what that man did to me was a message from god telling me that I deserve to know my place in his world."

"But you didn't deserve it," Hunk said quietly, his eyes full of worry.

Lances heart felt as if it had sunk to the pits of an abyss. It felt heavier than a stack of bricks and he wanted to tell Allura something reassuring but the words just wouldn't come to him. He felt like he was failing at being a friend if he didn't manage to tell her something even slightly encouraging.

Keith stared at her with a face devoid of emotion, "You did come to a realization that your thoughts weren't true, didn't you? You wouldn't be here if you hadn't thought so," He spoke calmly.

Lance didn't understand the words Keith spoke but when he looked back over to Allura he saw that they had reached her. Her cheeks we're now being stained with tears as she lifted her head up to give the group a heartbreaking smile. "Yes," Her voice cracked. "I realized it wasn't true because my father pulled me from the wreckage and saved my life. He saved me because he wanted me to keep waking up to the light of a new tomorrow. I couldn't throw that sacrifice away or his death would have been in vain... I just... I could never throw away something so precious."

She began to sob, her nose running slightly as Shiro pulled her into his chest. Lance's mouth opened slightly as he tried to say something but Keith reached over and touched Lance's dark hand with his pale fingertips lightly before he shook his head quietly. Lance stared at the boy for a long moment as the sobbing gradually came to a stop. Keith seemed to be showing some sort of empathy but it was in a way Lance just couldn't seem to wrap his head around. At the time, he wanted to comfort his crying friend but in the future he would come to understand that sometimes crying was the only way to heal and that words couldn't always fix old wounds.

Shiro gently pushed Allura's hair away from her face and wiped away her stray tears as she tried to get her breathing back to normal. "When I was a child," Shiro began as he continued to wipe away at his girlfriend's face with care, "my father molested and raped my sister and I. My mother never did a thing about it because she lived in denial and she still does to this day but she hides it with alcoholism and a drug addiction she won't try to fix."

The stories had begun so normal; a kid who had cancer and was an orphan, a bulimic guy whose father was the definition of pendejo, a trans boy who suffered from gender dysphoria, and an anxious young man who was afraid of making others displeased. They were nothing compared to Allura and Shiro. They were the two who had suffered the most from the entire group. Their scars were long lasting, ones that couldn't go away with simple prescriptions or self-care. They were totally and royally screwed up.

"When I spoke out about my father's wrongdoings, he gave me the ugly little scar on my face as a punishment but before he could do anything else the police came and took him away from my home. It turned out my sister had gotten to the point she couldn't hold it in anymore and she called the cops on our father. For the longest time I believed I was incapable of loving another person or that if I did, I wouldn't have a healthy relationship. When I came here, I began to realize that if you all were able to have social lives then I shouldn't be so afraid of all the 'what-ifs' and that I should try for something I wouldn't have tried for before I came here."

Olivia smiled quietly as she slowly clapped her hands together. Her face was different than all the other times; she wasn't showing pity, sympathy, or even warmth. Her expression was indescribable as she leaned over and grabbed her clipboard, "You've finally gotten through step one; admitting you all have problems."

"What the hell do you mean by step one?" Keith grumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Olivia rolled her eyes at the annoyed boy as she flashed Shiro a smile. "This program is actually a three step program," she raised her index finger into the air, "step one was admitting you had a problem. Step two is recovery. And three is graduation."

"Didn't we already admit we had a problem during the first meeting?" Pidge asked in confusion.

Olivia shook her head, "You simply stated what you had or suffered from, you didn't accept those problems as something that was a piece of you until today," She hummed. "To admit you have a problem you must first realize why it exists and why you do what you do. By just saying you have bulimia or anxiety, you're not facing the truth behind it and you're trying to hide those dark truths behind the mask you wear to the world."

"Don't get all philosophical on us," Keith growled, "Some of us can't follow your stupid words."

Lance smirked smugly, "Some of us being you?" He cooed.

Keith reached over and slammed his cane onto Lance's knee making the boy shriek in pain and double over, hold his hands to the throbbing joint.

Olivia sighed in disappointment. "This is the end of the meeting in other words, you've all put yourself out there for one another today and I don't want to stress you all out anymore than what you are. Take the rest of the day off from this scary stuff," She smiled and slowly lifted up her purse from the floor and began walking away. She looked over her shoulder once she reached the door and winked, "See you again next time, go have some fun together."

The doors creaked open as she stepped through them leaving the six alone together in the room.

It was silent for a moment until pidge slowly stretched his arms above his head and yawned, "how about we all go out for coffee?" He asked.

Allura sniffled, her smile finally returning as she nodded, "I would love that... Shiro?" She looked over at her boyfriend with blue eyes full of curiosity.

Shiro nodded and stood up to hold his hand out to her, "Let's join him. Hunk?" He sent a glance over his shoulder at the big guy.

Hunk nodded enthusiastically, "Only if we go to Shay's café!"

Lance smiled a little bit through the pain in his leg as everyone began to leave the room except for Keith who hadn't moved a single inch, his face dark and full of mixed emotions. As Lance stood up to join everyone, Keith reached out and grabbed onto his wrist roughly causing him to wince.

Lance frowned in annoyance as he tried to tug his hand free, "The hell do you want? You just slammed that damn stick into my knee."

Keith lowered his head shamefully as he placed the bottom of his walking cane on the floor and tightened his grip on Lance's hand, "I need help standing up. I didn't want to ask in front of everyone, it's embarrassing."

Lance realized that for the first time since their fight back in the hospital, he was alone with Keith. It was just the two of them, both vulnerable and open for the other to finish the old argument if they wanted.

Lance nodded awkwardly as he shuffled around to stand in front of Keith, moving his hand the boy held onto so that their hands were in one another's, "R-Right. Sorry," he stuttered. His heart was at it again, it was beating a mile a minute and he was preying to the heavens that Keith wouldn't notice how sweaty his palms were.

He managed to help the shorter boy to his feet as Keith used the cane to support himself. He had a little slouch, clearly unable to stand completely straight just yet. They stood there, one sweaty hand in the other as they stared at the other person. Lance's blue eyes were wide as he gazed down at Keith. Keith's face was full of gratitude and guilt, his purple eyes were looking directly into Lance's which made his heart beat at an ungodly pace.

"Lance," Keith's voice came out in that stupid little crack it always did when he was upset or nervous.

Lance raised his thin eyebrow, "Yeah?" He asked

Keith's gaze dropped from his and landed on Lance's chest. He had a distant look on his face as he took in a small breath to continue what he had begun, "Vivian told me to show you how I feel through my actions but I can't think of anything besides one thing to do to show you how sorry I and for being such a dick to you in the hospital..."

Lance was surprised by what Keith had to say. Keith was the one who was apologizing? What type of prank was this? Lance was the one who should be apologizing to Keith not the other way around! "H-Hey I should be the one to-" Lance began, a nervous laugh escaped his lips.

Keith shook his head, "No you were just being a good friend like you're supposed to be," He said firmly. "Are you still with Nyma?"

Lance looked down at the floor and pursed his lips slightly, "No, that's a mistake I'd like to forget about," he admitted.

"Then, this is my apology," Keith said.

He craned his head up and locked his lips with Lance's without a single warning. Lance felt as if his face were about to melt off from his skull as his eyes widened to look like two of the Great Lakes of America and he let out this weird yet horrifyingly high pitched squeak of surprise and excitement as he felt Keith's soft lips up against his. He was feeling so many things at once; elation, excitement, this really weird tense feeling within his stomach, and the beating of his heart in his chest that honestly had him concerned that it would explode at any second if Keith continued to keep this kiss going on any longer than what it already was.

Then, just when Lance wasn't sure he could handle it anymore, Keith pulled away were his eyes half opened with an expression of satisfaction on his face that sent Lance's stomach into a game of twister. "Your prom is this weekend right? I want to go with you!" Keith's eyes widened as he stepped in closer to Lance.

It was as if the kiss was completely normal to him while the only thing going through Lance's head was this internal screaming. He barely managed a little nod as he reached his free hand up to press his fingertips up against his lips lightly.

"Good, my stitches should be well enough for me to move around like normal again, I'm a fast healer," Keith said with a shy smile on his face as his cheeks turned red. "I'm not going to say this all sugar coated, you've had enough sugar coating from your father and we know how that turned out. I want to go with you because you broke the walls I managed to put up and keep others from getting by and I want to be there to show you that you're needed every moment I can. I don't want you to keep harming yourself through your bulimia so I'm willing to help you work through it but you need to know, when you fall back down and start doing it again, I won't be happy but I won't leave your side. I'll be there no matter what happens and I will try to help you recover to the best of my ability because you're someone I'm not willing to lose."

Lance was at total loss for words. How could someone reply to this? Was this a confession or a simple declaration of friendship? Where did the two of them stand anymore? Lance definitely had feelings for Keith and the kiss cleared up any doubts he had nagging at him but he didn't know whether or not the feelings were mutual.

He blinked slowly and glanced around awkwardly to make sure no one else was in there with them, "Is this a uh- is it a confession?" He asked.

Keith's face grew redder than a cherry as he lowered his head in embarrassment, "Not if the feeling isn't mutual. I will still be there for you even if you don't like me back but I really would feel so fucking embarrassed if you said no especially after I-"

"Yes," Lance stated fondly, his insides having a rave in his body as he tried to not shake from excitement, "I accept the confession and the prom date."

Keith looked up at Lance in shock, "Wait what?"

"I uh-" Lance laughed nervously and looked away from Keith, "sort of like you too."

"Wait, sort of? But I really fucking like you, don't you really like me too or is it really just a little?"

"No, I really fucking like you too. I was just kind of afraid to admit it until you did."

"Shit," Keith breathed, his eyes wide. "We really like each other, what does this mean? Are we dating? Are we a couple? Oh my god what are we going to do?"

"Uh, we can be a couple but only if you want to be a couple?" Lance said slowly, not wanting to ruin what was happening between the two of them.

Keith's lips slowly turn upward into a smile as he nodded, "I would like that. So you're my boyfriend now?"

"And you're my... Boyfriend too."

"Virgin bros, more like virgin bros with benefits."

Lance laughed as he nodded along to Keith's stupid joke, "Yeah I guess. Let's go to the café then?"

Keith nodded quietly as he entwined his fingers with Lance's, "Okay."

You're welcome.

Keith and Lance are the only couple in this story who will be getting any type of sexual scenes due to me just not thinking it would be appropriate for Shiro and Allura and also simply because it was planned from the start of this story. There will definitely be a sort of smut scene (Idk what qualifies as smut sorry) in the prom chapter because I mean, it is prom night someone has to be lucky but it won't be sex. I am saving that one for a specific moment so you guys can be sitting on the edge of your seats waiting to see our gay babes finally do it. I'm introducing it naturally and it isn't going to be a normal smut scene where they're all serious; it's gonna be super awkward, full of giggles, apologies, trying to figure shit out, and cuddles. So, actual sex (Lmao what is this foreign concept?). I will feel extremely awkward posting any smut scene that comes out in the future but there will be a warning for those who hate that stuff. I plan to have each be essential to the plot so they're not there for fan service if you are wondering; that isn't how I work.

In other news, I'm super tired so have a wonderful night ❤

-Anri