"BEGONE SPAWN OF SATAN!" A shrill voice shouted just before Keith was splashed in the face with some form of liquid.

"What the actual fuck Lance?!" Keith snapped, already feeling his makeup running down his face, only to smudge it more as he tried to wipe his face dry.

Lance only looked perplexed at the bottle in his hand, muttering something about not swiping enough holy water from church.

Shifts like these when it was just him and Lance were always insufferable, and always made him genuinely consider homicide. He may go to prison, but he'd finally be free of this living hell. Plus Allura would bail him out since she's left him here alone with the one person he struggles tolerating for 3 seconds, so she owes him a solid.

Keith slouched on the counter, hand resting in his hand as his mind drifting to ideas on how to commit the crime and how to successfully dispose of the body; the many gruesome ideas made Keith smile fondly. Unfortunately something was pegged at his head, snapping him out of his fantasies, and looked down to see a garlic clove. Dark eyes flitted to Lance who was prepared to toss another clove at him.

"It's like you want to die. Do you have any idea what garlic actually does to vampires?"

"Aha! So you so admit to being a vampire!"

Keith groaned, the second clove hitting him on the cheek, and a third hit his shoulder, each attempt futile. Keith grabbed the bin from under the counter and brushed the cloves scattered on the counter into the trash.

While Keith was busy putting the bin back, Lance let put an audible gasp.

"O-oh my god, Shiro?! Holy shit!" Lance gawked, eyes widened, hands covering half his face as he bounced on his feet.

Keith quickly snapped his head up, eyes equally as wide as his boyfriend entered the store, though unlike Lance who was fanboying embarrassingly so, Keith was more shocked to see Shiro out when he was sure it was sunny outside earlier.

Shiro wondered around the store, checking out the clothes and other goods around the store, acting casual the entire time and paying no mind to Keith, or the fanboy who was close to combusting.

"May I help you?" Keith finally asked, gaining Shiro's attention and giving him a smile. Neither seemed to pay too much attention to Lance who was trying to cover up a scream.

"Oh no, just browsing-... that's certainly an interesting look." Shiro commented on Keiths melted face.

"Thanks, I was going for a Dali inspired look." Keith replied dryly.

Shiro let out a hearty laugh; Lance looked like he had actual stars in his eyes as he finally had the nerve to speak.

"You're Shiro, the soccer player! I-I'm a massive fan, I've gone to every one of your games the past 3 seasons!"

Shiro beamed at Lance with a dazzling smile "Really? Didn't know I had such a dedicated fan."

"Are you kidding me, you're the best player on the team! Heck, I've even sent you multiple fan letters." Lance gushed before quieting down, cheeks reddening as embarrassment kicked in, realizing how he was behaving in front of his idol. "Umm, I mean y-you're probably too busy and get a lot of fanmail to really care but…"

Shiro was very fast to switch on to Lance's shift change in demeanor. "Of course I do, I love reading all the letters fans sent me, its you guys that keep me inspired to play. And-" Shiro paused as he looked at the nametag. "Oh Lance! You're the one who was talking about your little niece wanting to start playing soccer and asked for some tips."

Keith arched a brow at that, genuinely surprised that Shiro remembered that, but it gave him a few seconds of peace as Lance stood slack jawed in absolute awe.

"You've read and remembered my letter!" Lance managed to squeak out, eyes watering as he spoke.

"Of course I did, and all your other letters too. I'm really sorry I never responded, but life keeps holding me up and you never get time to sit down and remember to go back to do that thing you were supposed to do earlier, you know?"

Lance shook his head vigorously.

"So… mind grabbing me some paper and a pen?" Shiro asked. Keith obliged and grabbed out a small pad and pen which Shiro took, giving Keith a knowing look.

Shiro murmured to himself as he leaned over the counter and scribbled away on the pad, listing a few things before pausing. "What's your Niece's name?"

"Nadia."

Shiro hummed as he continued writing, tearing off the page and continued writing on 2 more pages, tearing those off before returning the pad and pen.

"Alright here's something for Nadia, I hope she does well if she plans to pursue soccer, and a little something for you Lance."

Keith leaned over as Lance checked out the papers. The first one was some basic tips and activities with Shiro's signature addressed to Nadia. The second was a personalized message to Lance, mostly a 'thank you for your support' letter, also signed by Shiro. Lance was awestruck by the act, stars filled his eyes as he almost collapsed, banging into Keith who grabbed onto him so he wouldn't crash to the floor.

Keith groaned at Lance's antics, giving Shiro a dirty look as he watched Lance with great amusement before giving Keith a wink.

He was up to something and he wasn't sure what.

"Lance snap out of it, you're an embarrassment." Keith growled as he pushed the slightly taller man off him, thankfully staying on his feet, though eyes were still wide and bright with a ear to ear smile.

Shiro chuckled. "Let him have his moment. Don't think I forgot about you Mr. Dali." he passed Keith the third piece of paper, the tone of his voice and the look he gave Keith was bordering on sultry.

Oh yes he was definitely up to something.

Before Keith could look at the note, Shiro bid farewell, giving Keith another wink as he left the store, off to venture the rest of the mall.

"Isn't Shiro the most amazing guy." Lance sighed dreamily. "I can't believe he knew who I was, and actually wants to help my niece."

Keith ignored Lance to open his letter, his expression remained blank as he he read an all too familiar number already in his phone, surrounded by a giant heart.

Lance chose to snoop, taking a quick glance at the letter only to choke on his own saliva.

"S-Shiro's an amazing guy, but wow he clearly has terrible taste in men!"

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