“You’re sticking me with a newbie!?” Lance squawks. “Shiro, my guy, you must be joking. A newbie is going to triple my work tonight. I’ll be running around like crazy while trying to teach some slack-jaw to count by fives. I swear, if you…”
“I’ll try not to slow you down too much.”
Keith is a loner who’s had trouble keeping a job for longer than a couple of months. Lance is an exuberant flirt who gets on his last nerve in his latest workplace….and then, not so much. Just your typical slow build, getting together fic.
“I used to do my niece’s hair before dance since her sister was always too busy to help out. I’m a natural hair stylist although I’m better at buns than braids. One time, she had to…” Lance babbled on about his niece while Keith was lost in thought. What had originally felt like tugging on his scalp, had settled into soft movements that were relaxing to Keith. He closed his eyes for a moment and let the timbre of Lance’s voice wash over him. I could listen to him talk for hours.
It started like this. One second, he was shooting at sentries, and the next second he was on his ass on the cold metal floor of the Galra base due to an extremely rude shove from Keith.
And then Keith disappeared.
I mean, he’s not the science guy, so disappeared is probably the wrong word. Regular-sized Keith disappeared anyway. And Lance was left staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at a tiny, oh so very smol Keith unconscious on the ground beside him.