I'm really bored
When Keith returned, everyone was glad to see him, Shiro looked a little stressed though. And Lance was hiding in the back, holding his right arm gently, yet close. Keith walked past all of them and went straight to Lance, who'd been quiet, shocking Keith.
'Lance. Why are you quiet?' Keith thought, deciding to observe the Cuban boy. He was wearing a baggy, black, long sleeved shirt and some gray baggy pants. Keith remembered two months ago, when he last visited.
~Flashback brought to you bi Corans Mustache~
Keith looked over to see a small smile on Lances face, his eyes crying out for help, for someone to notice. He was wearing the same clothes he was now, but they still fit. At least, somewhat.
~Normal time brought to u Bi el mice~
Shiro gravitated towards Lance at the end of the day. Keith decided to follow and stayed hidden in the corner of the torture room. But all he saw was splashes of red on the white walls, he thought it was paint.
"Lancey Lance. You were quiet today. Don't let the others notice somethings up, I doubt they'd notice anyways. Repeat our motto. Come on now, Lil Lance." Lance looked to the ground and said something quietly, causing Shiro to slap him. "Louder. And look at me." Lance looked up and said normally "I'm weak and worthless, I shouldn't be alive. If I were to be noticed, it's because I died. So I should, I'm weak, useless, and a pathetic waste of space. I waste air and space. My voice and jokes are meaningless. I should die." Kieth had to fight back a sob, his Lance, his CRUSH, was told he was worthless. He started to sneak away, having seen too much but then quickly turned around at a voice.
"Sh-Shiro! P-p-please! S-stop!" He turned back to see Shiros glowing hand pressed to Lances abdomen. And Shiro was kissing and nibbling on Lances ear, Lance clearly not enjoying it.

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