I want some Bully!Matt so badly.
He’s damaged. He’s disillusioned and Keith’s an easy target. I want ‘constantly battling his own nature’ Keith to defer to or avoid Matt in all instances so as not to ‘start anything’. I want Shiro, too tired and too broken himself to see the tension for what it is. I want Hunk and Lance to unknowingly feed into the bully!matt game thinking it more light-hearted than what it is. I want Pidge to notice something’s seriously wrong, but ignore it because she’s just so happy Matt’s back. I want it to escalate into full whump. Because I’m a glutton for (Keith) punishment.
Keith had just started into his dinner when he felt the heat of someone watching him. He glanced up through his fringe and met Matt’s sharp eyes. The eldest Holt was leaning his cheek on one hand, his own food forgotten in front of him.
‘I didn’t know you could eat veg, Kogane. Thought you were more of a red meat man,’ Matt said lightly.
Keith’s chewing slowed and he swallowed past a lump. ‘Pardon?’
One dry huff, a strangled chuckle. ‘You know,’ he said, his smile a small wound. ‘A carnivore.’
A few eyes canted towards Keith; Lance’s expression all bright curiosity and open for a vocal sparring.
‘Oh! Are we Galra Keith bashing!?’ he exclaimed. Pidge elbowed him and tutted loudly. ‘I’m kidding!’
Keith pressed against the back of his chair. ‘I like vegetables,’ he said stupidly, and shoved another sporkful of Hunk’s creation into his mouth.
‘Oh my God!’ Matt laughed, slapping the table with both palms. ‘Listen to how loudly he chews! Damn, Kogane, you ever think about a muzzle.’ His eyes narrowed and his smile broadened to a shining bank of teeth. ‘Must be that strong Galra jaw.’
‘Matt,’ Shiro chastened, but there was a smile: that diplomatic, peace-keeping smile. He leaned across and squeezed the back of Keith’s neck. Keith ducked out of the touch and stood as slowly as he could manage. All eyes were on him now. Lance’s face had shifted to wide-eyed discomfort.
‘I’m done,’ Keith said, slipping his bowl into the chute. It clattered far more loudly than he’d intended. He grimaced. ‘Thanks Hunk.’
‘Those Galra emotions are getting the better of you, Kogane.’ Matt’s voice followed him out of the kitchen.