—Keith P.O.V—

"I DONT LIKE THIS CHALLENGE!" I yell, my hands finding a flat surface.

This better be a god damn wall. Shiro has recently gotten an unhealthy addiction to bingeing, and has adjusted our training accordingly. He seems to have gotten the impression that one day we won't be able to look outside without shooting ourselves, so he's training us to be prepared. Something called the Bird Box challenge.

"Keith the whole point is you can't get found. That means you have to be quiet too" Shiros voice says over my earpiece.

"Who will hear me? I thought the monsters killed us if we looked at them"

"But you still can't give away your location. You don't want the escaped lunatics to find you"

"Huh? What are you-"

"Oops sorry got to go" and the voice cut out.

I sigh. This really isn't any fucking fun. I run my hand across the wall with the other outstretched in front of me. My hand reached a door frame, which I glide over. We started in the training room, and I think the kitchen was back there to the left, so that might make me close to our rooms.
Shit.

A loud clank crashes behind me.

"Just a reminder paladins; if you meet another paladin do NOT COMMUNICATE IN ANY WAY. No speaking or whispering. You may team up if you like" Shiros voice rings over the intercom.

Shit shit shit. Coran and Allura are running around the castle as these "monsters", and if they find us then we lose. And if we lose, we get 5 extra hours of training every day for a week.

My steady walk quickly turns into a jog, before bursting into a run. Then a sprint. I slap my outstretched hand around my mouth to stop my heavy breathing.
I run along and along and along the wall- until the wall ends. My hand slips into nothing and I go stumbling to the left. Instead of groping empty air my fingers end up wrapping themselves around something warm and hard. And muscular-
wait this is an arm. A human arm. Oh shit I find someone. And I'm holding on to them for my dear life. Dang though, I swear to god these are abs under their shirt. A hand feels my shoulder and hair, before moving to my cheek and blindfold. The mystery hand stops on my cheek, a thumb resting on my lips. For a second I'm frozen, stuck in this awkward, yet warm embrace.

CRASH!

Shit shir shir shit shit that'll be the "monsters".
Despite my silent protest, the hand moves away from my face and tugs on my shirt sleeve. I'm then dragged down the hallway, before quickly snatched to the right. My back slams into a shelf and I hear a door shut in front of me. The mystery paladins body is now pressed up against mine, no breathing room allowed. I know where we are. We're in the storage closet. It can barely fit Pidge and a broom. You can imagine that it was a rather tight squeeze for us.

My hand wraps around the forearm of the stranger, and instinctively starts tapping:

B-L-I-N-D-F-O-L-D-S-O-F-F-?

A lesson from Shiro popped into my head. When we were learning a bunch of different alien languages and distress signals a while back, he taught us the Morse code alphabet. I'm probably the only one who remembers it now but it seems like the only way to communicate.

D-O-N-T-R-I-S-K-I-T

Wait wait wait. They remember it. They know Morse code. Thank fuck.
Another crash erupts outside the door, and the stranger instinctively pulls me closer. I can feel a warm breath against my nose, and I tilt my head up slightly to feel it against my lips. Holy shit. My heart is beating like a drum. My arms have now moved so that ones dropping around their neck, and the other is still clutching their arm.

U-O-K-?

S-O-R-T-A

Their hand travels up my back, making me shudder. They reach the back of my neck and start to travel into my hair before they suddenly stop. I can feel them feel and stroke my mullet. Their muscles tense.

M-U-L-L-E-T-? they tap.

Y-E-A-H I reply hesitantly

I can feel a light breath against my lips as they chuckle, and pull me slightly closer. I can feel their face near mine. Heat rushes into my cheeks and my breathing quickens. The hand reaches my face again and closes the gap between our lips.
Our lips smash together, quickly melting into a passionate kiss. Lust, passion, hope, love? All there in that one kiss. My arms pull them closer as their hands explore my arms, back and face. This is it. This is what I want.

"Training will be suspended for today. Great job paladins. You survived the Bird Box challenge"

We slowly pull away, still centimeters from each other's faces. Theirs hands start to untie my blindfold, before slowly slipping it off my face. My eyes remain closed, as I untie theirs.
1.....2.....3.....

My eyes flutter open.

"Hey Lance" I breath, taking in his flushed and smiling face.

"Hey mullet" He whispers, his eyes sparkling.

Holy shit. We kissed. Lance and I just made our in a closet. Lance smiles as my expression changes into shock and embarrassment.
"Well" I finally say. "You better not forget this bonding moment"

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