Shardspirit

“dude, two o’clock.” lance is really bad at whispering; keith has learned that in their few years of friendship. nearby classmates send death glares their way-- something that seems to happen more often than it should, now that he thinks about it. but lance just ignores them all, nudging his friend persistently until he loses focus of what the professor is saying. he stops typing his notes, then glances at the clock. “it’s not even close to two. it’s eleven. maybe you should go back to elementary school and learn how to read time.” stupid keith and his deadpan responses. he elbows him harder. &#

             Cooking lessons with Fuuka were going well, she'd made something edible! It was a nice stress relief after everything that had happened over the last few months. Your hands slowed to a stop on the croquette you were preparing. You could see him from your spot in the kitchen. Your leader, Minato, looked so haggard lately. School during the day, homework during the evening, a hellish hour of Tartarus, the nightmares...             It was getting to him.             From where you were you could see as clear as day the bags under his eyes. He looked sick, or like he was doing to drop at any second. You were about to move away fr