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“OK Google, how to fake my own death and move to a different country.” Keith groaned from where he’d faceplanted on his bed. “I’m sorry, I can’t help with that.” He groaned louder. He heard Pidge laugh from Lance’s room across the hall and realized he might not be as screwed as he thought. Pocketing his phone from where he’d dropped it on the floor, he threw open his door and ran into Lance’s room. Lance and Pidge looked up quizzically from their seats at his desk where they’d been looking at dumb youtube videos instead of working on their homework.
Keith held his phone out in front of him. “Pidge, how do you unsend a text message?!” Lance and Pidge both looked at each other and laughed. The phone dinged. “Oh god. Oh no.” Keith turned the phone back around to open the new message with a horror-stricken look on his face. “Wait no, this is amazing. What did you do?” Lance said as he launched himself at Keith before he could read it. A short tussle ensued, but Keith’s heart wasn’t in it. Lance triumphantly held the phone up to his face and promptly threw himself down on the floor laughing.
Keith could feel his face heating up, he knew it had to be almost as red as his jacket at this point. Pidge raised an eyebrow. “Lance! What did it say?!” She stared in anticipation. Lance was still laughing too hard to answer. He handed the phone back to Keith and started wiping the tears from his eyes as he caught his breath. Keith sighed and let his chin fall to rest on his neck. “It was autocorrect, I SWEAR.” He handed the phone to Pidge.
Pidge looked at the message Keith had sent and read it aloud. “Hey, Sugar, this is Keith. Do you remember when the prof said office hours were for the final? I forgot to write it down.” To her credit, she tried really hard not to laugh and almost made it the whole way through. “Oh man… did you see his reply yet? It’s pretty good.” Keith’s eyes widened in horror and he swiped the phone back from her. He'd been crushing on Shiro since the beginning of the semester. Keith had ended up being a little late the first day and the only available seat had been in the front row, right next to Shiro. They had hit it off pretty well and had worked on homework together a few times, but hadn't really hung out outside of class. He'd been planning to ask Shiro to hang out over semester break in a few weeks, but he could kiss that plan goodbye now.
“6pm on Tuesday, honey.” Stared back at him. Honey. Oh god. Nope. He was transferring. Maybe dropping out altogether. There was no way he could ever look Shiro in the eye again and they had half their classes together next semester. He put his phone back in his pocket and took a deep breath. “Lance, if we were ever really friends, you would throw me out of your window right now.” Another round of cackling ensued from Lance and Pidge as Keith crumpled the rest of the way to the floor and stared up at the ceiling.
His phone dinged again. He considered lobbing it out of the window, but Pidge and Lance were both looking at him expectantly. He sighed and opened the message, mentally trying to decide if South Korea or Finland sounded like a better place to start a new life, and read it. Then he read it again. He grinned at his phone and laughed. Maybe his hopes and dreams weren't crushed, after all. “Come on, don’t hold out on us! What did he say?” Lance coaxed. Keith cleared his throat and read the message out loud for them, “so not to make it weird or anything, but since we have pet names for each other now, I feel like you should let me take you out for coffee”
“Oh my god, I’m so telling this story at your wedding!” Lance cackled from his spot on the floor. Pidge grinned and adjusted her glasses. “Dang, he’s pretty smooth. Don’t keep him waiting!” Keith almost dropped his phone as he rushed to reply. He wrote out several messages and ended up deleting each one. “Crap! What do I say?” Lance leaned over and grabbed his phone. “Don’t worry, I got this!” Keith went to grab it back, but Lance’s longer arms won the day. With one hand on Keith’s face keeping him from reaching the phone in his other outstretched hand, Lance narrated as he typed. “Sounds good to me, tiger. How’s tomorrow before class work for you?” Pidge spun around in her chair and laughed.
“Oh god, please tell me you didn’t really send that…” Keith stopped fighting for the phone and looked at Lance with his best kicked-puppy face. “Don’t worry, he’ll love it. You can thank me by making me your best man.” Lance said, smirking as he handed the phone back. Keith jumped when it went off again. He frowned down at the screen and then looked up at Lance, still frowning. “…how…?” Lance brushed imaginary dirt off his shoulder. “It’s called game, Keith, look it up.” Pidge laughed derisively and went back to pretending to work on their homework. Keith shook his head and looked down at his phone again. He blushed and couldn’t help but smile at the screen. “Perfect. See you in the quad at 8, baby.”