𐔌 Keith has a crush. ̊˖𓍢ִ໋`🌿:

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Playing How can she sit there and look so beautiful?

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Lance had been pestering Keith from the moment he learned there was a pool somewhere in the Lions’ Castle. Not just asking—prodding, pleading, dangling the promise of “finally relaxing for once” like it was some sacred mission objective. Eventually, Keith caved.

Getting there, however, was its own ordeal. The elevator ride felt like ascending into some forgotten wing of the castle, the kind that probably hadn’t been used since before Altea fell. The air grew cooler, the lights dimmer, and Lance’s excitement louder with every floor they passed.

But nothing prepared them for the disappointment waiting at the top.

The doors slid open with a soft chime, and both boys froze mid‐step. The “pool” wasn’t on the floor. It wasn’t even sideways. It was up. Embedded in the ceiling like a shimmering blue mirror, water rippling overhead as if gravity had simply decided to take a vacation.

Keith blinked. Lance’s jaw dropped.

“...What,” Keith muttered.

Lance threw his hands up. “Seriously? How do Alteans get into the pool—by flying?” He groaned dramatically, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out. He was too busy complaining to notice the soft footsteps behind him.

“You two are unbelievable.”

You stepped into the room, voice slicing cleanly through Lance’s rant. Both boys whipped around. Lance’s expression lit up instantly—mischief, delight, and the smugness of someone who had just been handed a golden opportunity.

He nudged Keith hard enough to make him stumble. “Isn’t that your crush?” he whispered, not quietly at all.

Keith elbowed him in the ribs with a hissed, “Shut up,” but the damage was done. His ears were already turning red.

It wasn’t like he could help it. From the moment the Paladins arrived at the castle, Keith had been hopelessly, stupidly drawn to you. How could he not be? You were everything the Altean legends whispered about—beautiful in a way that made him forget how to speak, strong enough to spar with Shiro without breaking a sweat, sharp‐minded, confident, and somehow still kind.