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I miss being able to touch his skin. He used to moisturize his skin so often that whenever I ran my fingers along it, I would only feel the softness. He doesn’t do it as often anymore, which is more obvious when he scratches his skin.
I see his hand move from across the room, and he scratches his arm. Instead of the red that used to trail behind his nails, white follows his fingers. His skin is light anyway, so most normal people didn’t notice, but considering how long I had spent worshipping that skin from a distance, trying to touch it without a care in the world, I notice.
Now, whenever I touch his skin, the slightest electricity runs through my body. That’s with one finger. Two, and it’s a buzz. His entire hand in mine, and it’s a shock.
So here I am, avoiding the one person who I can never be rid of, and missing being able to touch him. Why did I have to fall in love with him? If I hadn’t fallen in love, maybe everything could still be the same. I could hold his hand and hug his shoulders and poke his nose without a jolt of electricity. Then again, why didn’t he fall in love with me too? Then we could work it out, then he would be trying to avoid the touches too and we could forget about it and move on.
It’s fucking annoying, especially when you live together, train together, eat together, fuse into a giant robot together, and go on missions together. It’s also fucking annoying when sometimes, body contact is necessary. Like when he needs to save my ass, and I have to grab his hand so he can pull me to safety. Or when he has to push me back from doing stupid shit. Or when we sit next to each other and our elbows knock together while trying to reach for the green goo.
It’s not like we were really friends before this, I just liked the feel of his skin whenever I happened to touch it. Which is why I used to use every trick in the book to try and get my skin to make contact with his.
To be honest, I think this is why it’s easier for people to have interspecies relationships instead of relations with other humans, At least then whenever you touched the skin of the person you loved, the person you wanted to have a baby within some cases, you wouldn’t be electrocuted. It's kind of weird knowledge, at least according to Allura, to know that your father died because of the intense contact during sex.
It‘s also moments like this that made me wish that he took more after the Galra than humans. If he took after the Galra more, maybe my skin wouldn’t react to his. But he just has to be hot, and more human, and really fucking hot.
Fuckin' quiznak! A sharp knock hits me on the head, accompanied by a short shock. Keith.
“Get your shit together before the next mission,” he says, sauntering off to grab his jacket. “And hey, if you need help, I can train with you.”
“What? Why would you offer to train with me?” I say, dumbfounded. Keith, the hothead, offering to train with me?
“It’s for the good of the team, Lance,” Keith says right before the door closes behind him, leaving me alone in the room. Good for the team, my sweet ass. I doubt that’s why he wants to train with me. Probably to show off and prove that he’s better than me —
I cut myself off. He’s changed since he became the leader, Lance. I don’t think that he would do that. Perhaps, in some part of his mind, he’s trying to be more like Shiro, since Shiro isn’t here for him anymore. Since Shiro is still what the team kind of needs right now.