If Keith had one more person call him ma'am as he trailed behind Shiro and the others, he would snap their necks. Not only was blood leaking out of him, soaking his only pair of jeans and ruining the hue of his socks, but his skin felt like it wasn't his. Millions of microorganisms were crawling under his skin, whispering how this was him. How he was supposed to be, even if they then screamed how wrong the anatomy was. 

"Dysmorphia's a bitch." He murmured to himself.

"What was that?" Hunk questioned from beside him. Keith had caught up with the group and didn;t realize he was so close to the front.

 The red paladin blushed and shook his head. His hair got in the way of his face. His hair had grown a few inches, curtaining his shoulders like ebony vines. Hunk shot Keith a questioning look.

"I- nothing. I'm just hormonal." Keith dismissed and bit his tongue to keep him from lashing out. After all, the group wouldn't be at the space mall if he hadn't chugged that puberty potion. If he hadn't, however, Pidge would probably be groped by some perverts... Keith decided not to go there. 

"If you need to talk, I'm here. I know that Lance doesn't know how to act around.. attractive people. And, I can't imagine this being easy for you. New body type and all." Keith sighed and continued to bite his tongue. The next store they were going to go to was a few feet ahead. Better to disperse in the shop and claim to have seen some cheap, logical looking pants than snap at Hunk. 

"Would you look at that, pants!" Keith blurted out as soon as he stepped foot in the store. Without thinking, he walked to the first display he saw. Hunk watched him leave, and then saw his destination. Hunk looked horrified.

Looking back instead of in front of him, Keith wondered why the Yellow Paladin had such a reaction to Keith finding pants. It wasn't until he slammed his hip into a display table that he realized what he had hurried to. Staring him down were sets of lacy panties and other inappropriate lingerie. 

"Liking what you see?" A voice said to him. Keith looked up to see a young man. He was wearing a plain shirt and leather tight pants. They left little to the imagination. He looked almost human, until you noticed his skin was a steel blue-grey color. His hair was a copper color and Keith found himself blushing more. Was it wrong to think he was cute?

"Uhm." Keith managed to let out. The mystery man smiled and held up a thong. 

"Bet you'll want to show me this after I rip it off your-"

Keith was mortified, but didn't have enough time to go to another section like nothing happened before Lance noticed. With a blush infecting his face, rising up his cheeks, and stinging his ears, Keith avoided everyone's eyes and hurried away. Looking ahead of him, this time, he spotted some simple jeans. His walk was slow and he paused as he felt a clump come out of his body. It was warm and ran down his leg.

Letting his hair mask his face as he walked to the pants section, Keith walked side-by-side with Shiro.

"You okay?" Shiro questioned as he casually browsed the rack for jeans. Keith bit his lip and did a lazy shrug. Shiro frowned and held up a pair of pants. Inspecting the style, color, and then the price.

He put it down very fast.

"I'm good, for the most part." Keith admitted, only half lying. He was good, physical health wise. Mental health was going to shit though. Whoops?

"That guy was..." 

Keith cringed.

"You heard what he said?"

Shiro chuckled and shook his head. His eyes remaining on the clothes in front of him.

"No, I just saw you look like a tomato and saw him looking at your butt with a thong in his hands." He said in the most casual tone Keith had every heard.

"He was gross." Keith remarked.

"But he had a nice face," Shiro added. Keith sighed and fought the urge to laugh. A smile quirked his lips and he rolled his eyes. He grabbed a pair of pants and examined them.

"All because he had a nice face doesn't mean he gets a free pass to be a pervert."

Keith checked the price and saw it was on clearance. Or whatever the green stamp over the price meant. They were also his size. Thank the gods, the sooner he was out of this store, the better.

"True. But you can't deny he was a bit cute. And, if, and only if, he wasn't a pervert, you'd be totally into him. He had those eyes that you find "oh-so-attractive"." Shiro gave him a knowing look.

"Takashi Shirogane, I will stab you."

Shiro didn't reply.

"I think he wants to talk to you again. He's staring." Shiro teased.

Keith laughed softly.

"If he comes over here and I'm unaware, you'll hide me." Keith said in a false happy tone.

Shiro smirked.

"Darn right I would. No pervert talks to my little brother."