Pico x BF / Pico x Keith || Oneshots!

Yes, I've been drawn into the world of writing one-shots, of ideas I can't fully write into a story. So here we are. Honestly, I think I suck at this.
- Lucid <3

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Keith envies butterflies with a burning passion. They get to exist peacefully within their own space, no one tries to rip out their wings often. Butterflies aren't sentient enough to understand the asshole-ry of other butterflies! Butterflies don't bully or get bullied at lunch time! Humans though? You can almost instantly recognize when someone is trying to get a rise out of you. Keith was no exception.

"So? Where's your boyfriend, twink?" The degenerate asked once more, as If Keith knew where he was every moment of the day. They only had 2 out of 4 classes together, both of which are after lunch. However, people start talking out of their behinds once they started hanging out months ago. Yes, months. This has been going on for months and Keith was honest getting sick of being treated like a carry on, an accessory.

"I don't know. He's not my boyfriend." Keith deadpanned to the asshole who was blocking his way back to the courtyard. It wasn't a lie either, Keith had no idea where Pico was nor was he his boyfriend. People just loved to stick the label "gay" onto any two guys who hang out. Like, it must be some type of sport at this rate.

"Damn. Figured he'd have a collar on you or you'd have a tracker for him." He cracked the insult at Keith, grinning with malice. "Listen, just leave me alone. Get out my way." Keith stood up for himself, it was an everyday activity. However, standing up for yourself meant nothing if the perpetrator refused to acknowledge the attempt. Bullying only stops when the bully realizes you're no longer easy prey.

"Aww, Why? Going to run to your-" The bully unfortunately had no time to finish that sentence as he was swiftly yanked by his collar and thrown to the floor. He no longer blocked Keith's path, Pico made sure of that. "He said get out of his way, Dick." Pico said, emotionless. His face really ran home the point that he was just as tired of this as Keith was.

"Go." It was Pico's only words to Keith, he didn't have the energy for more. Keith moved away from the two who were probably about to fight but never left. He needed to make sure Pico was okay, much to his dismay. The guy got back up slowly, angry and wanting to swing.

Unfortunately for him, This wasn't any guy. It was Pico, the guy who ate school fights for breakfast. The bully swung his fist pretty hard into Pico's general direction, Pico moved so it only hit his arm. He grabbed the dude by the collar again and swung his fist into the asshole's face. A direct hit.

And there was the difference between Pico and others. Pico hit to stop these motherfuckers from getting cocky, they hit people just to fight. Pico once again threw him to the ground and kicked him in the stomach, an audible groan was heard. The bully had decided it wasn't worth getting up immediately.

Pico walked over to Keith, pissed off as ever. "You okay?" He asked, his tone softening slightly. He really was worried about his friend, people loved to bully him. Keith simply nodded, feeling helpless next to Pico. A person like him couldn't even stand up for himself yet he made it look easy.

With their touching moment of making sure each other were safe, the bully found his perfect opportunity. He managed to get over to the two without alerting them, only being caught when Keith saw him. "Pico! Watch out!" The degenerate's fist hit Pico dead in the middle of his chest, making him damn near lose balance.

He caught himself and heaved as his chest stung badly. Yet, he knew someone had to finish this. He put the guy in a headlock and launched his knee into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. This was it for him, he went down and Keith knew he wouldn't get up anytime soon.