This chapter was gotten from my OC, Miri - one of the rarer Keith x Miri ones! - so if you'd like the original story, just comment and I'll put it down!  Really, it's the same storyline with a few tweaks based on Miri herself.

So the character in this story will be somebody who enjoys touch - it's been scientifically proven to extend your life length by something-or-other amount of years.  She's usually pretty unashamed to ask for a hug, a massage, or for somebody to scratch her back...

...And I'll leave it at that...

Now on to the story - I hope you enjoy!

You bit your lip, hesitant to walk in.  Would he get angry with you?  Would he be appalled?  You didn't know - you could only walk in and hope that he wouldn't judge.

You had asked Pidge first, as she was a girl too (and your best friend) - but she was busy with something else.

Then Allura - who flatly declined, as she was uncomfortable with the idea of physical contact with others, having been in her pod for so long.

You asked Hunk next - he was like your big brother, so he wouldn't care, and you were more comfortable with him than anybody else in the castle (except for Pidge, who was your best friend).Sadly, he was cooking food for everybody in the castle - including you - and you were pretty darn sure that food was more important than your current need.

Shiro came next... Space Dad was Space Dad, he would surely say yes - but he couldn't, he was helping Pidge with whatever project she was working on - he had only stopped for a short break and snack (A/N I know it's kind of OOC, but go with it!  It's for the storyline~).

Lance was a last resort - your only hope.  But when he gave you that "Lance" look... You were outta there, as fast as you could go.  Lance had not been a good option at all.

Coran... Well, he was... Coran.  You were pretty sure he was like Allura with the human interaction thing, and you weren't exactly comfortable with him... Him being an old man and such.  Lance was better (maybe).

So Keith was your last hope.  Your maybe savior.  Maybe... You were fairly sure he didn't like you.  Why else would he ignore you whenever you tried to talk to him?  Why else would he leave whenever you came in the room?  You'd tried to shrug it off before, but it hurt your feelings a lot.

...But he was better than Coran... Coran was like your grandfather or something, and asking your friends/a Keith was better than asking your grandfather.

So, steeling yourself for an emotional ordeal, you quietly stepped into the training room just as Keith vanquished a Level 4 Gladiator.

"Start Lev-" Keith started, but before he could finish, you interrupted him.

You stammered, "Um, K-Keith?  Could y-you help me w-with something?"

He looked away from you, down at the ground.  "Maybe later, Y/N.  I'm busy right now, and I'd like to finish training for the day..."

That angered you - busy your bottom!  The boy wasn't doing anything but training, and it was high time he stopped, and you told him as such.  "Keith Kogane!  You train day and night, and I need your help!  You do too much training as it is, so shush and hear me out!" you snarled, less nervous now that your anger had sparked.

He nodded, seemingly thinking about something before meekly following you out of the training room and into your room.  "So... Why do you need my help?" he tentatively asked, as if afraid that you might become angry again.

You sighed and flushed, once again shy.  "Well, um...  I kind of need somebody to scratch my back..." you mumbled, especially the last part.  This was harder than you'd thought it'd be.

"Say that again?"

"Well... I, um..." you paused, inhaling deeply.  It was now or never!  "IkindaneedsomebodytoscratchmybackbecauseI'mnotreallyflexibleandwellyouknowsoumIcan'treallyreachthisonespotonmybackandI'dgetPidgeorsomebodyelsetodoitbuty'knowtheycan'tandLanceisscaryandCoran'slikemygrandfatherbutIunderstandifyoucan'tbecausethat'skindaawkwardsoumyeah."

"Translation: She needs somebody to scratch her back because the rest of us are busy!" Pidge called in from the doorway.

"Pi- but you- hey, you said you were working on a project!" you yelped, half in surprise, half indignantly.

"I am!" she cried, snickering... Then running away as you reached out with your hands to grab her.

"I'll get you!  C'mere, you midget!  Gah!"  You charged Pidge, but before you reached her, Keith grabbed your wrist...

...And being the clumsy person that you were, you slipped and fell over like somebody in one of those comics, Keith falling on top of you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

"Off..." you groaned in pain.  Keith had landed directly on your diaphragm, which is painful for most people, including you.

"Wha- Sorry, Y/N!  I didn't mean to fall on you."  Keith was... Blushing?  Or it could've been adrenaline... Maybe?

You shrugged it off.

"I guess yeah.  I'll... I'll scratch your back..." Keith muttered, so quiet you almost didn't hear it.

"O-okay," you blushed, redder than Antonio's tomatoes.  "Um, so I'm j-just gonna lay down..."  You flopped down on your stomach, and Keith started scratching your back.

It was awkward.  The literal only plus side was that you could hide your beet red face in your pillow...

Keith couldn't hide his poor flushed face anywhere, so it could be supposed that he was the more unlucky of the two of you.

His face grew even more flushed when his fingers caught on a certain undergarment...

Your blush was redder, if that was possible.  "Just unhook it," you whispered, barely loud enough for Keith to hear.  He nodded, and the situation became infinitely more awkward.  "...Thanks," you said after he got that annoying and troublesome itch.  "You can, um, you can be done now."

The presence of his (surprisingly warm) hands left your back, leaving you somewhat chilly - but not enough to ask him to keep scratching your back... The situation was more than awkward enough.

You sat back up, re-hooking that troublesome object that you (sadly) needed.  "You're welcome," Keith muttered.  "I'll just... I'll just leave now..."

You nodded, mute.  After he left, you kind of thought back to when Keith was scratching your back... He was quick about it, and he made sure to get literally every single part of your back (NOT LIKE FRANCE!!!  He was trying to help).

You ended up asking nobody but Keith to scratch your back for literally every time your back itched after that, and eventually the two of you became more comfortable around each other.

One night, Keith was scratching your back, and you said "Alright Keith, thank you so much.  You can be finished if you'd like."

You could feel Keith's blush from where you lay.  "I-I mean, I don't mind," he stammered out, so you just nodded and contentedly let him scratch your back.

You ended up falling asleep, and before he knew it, Keith had been lulled into a deep sleep as well - scratching somebody's back involves very repetitive, soothing motions.

When you both woke up the next morning, Keith was zzzz-ing away right next to you.  You almost screamed, but it was only Keith - who you'd actually come to like.  Back scratching had become almost a bonding thing for the two of you, and before your tired brain realized what you were doing... You'd leaned forward and kissed Keith's nose.  "Good morning, sleepyhead!" you cheerily announced (quietly though, you and Keith both were early risers and you didn't want to wake the rest of the castle up).

Keith's eyes snapped open, and he stared at you, blushing.

You were even more flushed.  "I-I'm sorry, I d-don't know what c-came over m-me..." you stammered, hiding your face in the sheets.

Before he knew what he was doing, Keith had kissed you back, right on the tip of your nose.  "Morning honey," he murmured... And then the both of you were hiding in your sheets, extremely embarrassed and awkward.

"So... I like you?" you whispered.

"I like you too..." Keith replied, a soft murmur that even with your close proximity you could barely hear.

BONUS:

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"Pidge," Shiro growled, looming over the young girl.

"Shiro!  Space Dad!  How're you doing?" Pidge said, panicking.

"What did we say about taking pictures?"

"...Don't let the victims I MEAN OTHERS see you doing it?"

Pidge's footsteps rang throughout the entire castle, and eventually the two of you could hear yelps and shrieks of "NOOOO!!!  DON'T HURT MY BOARD!!!" leading you and Keith to wonder what was happening (and if anything was wrong), but as an alarm was not sounded...

You and Keith proceeded to get to know each other better, all the while scratching each other's backs (or massaging them, or just plain snuggling [hugging while under a pile of blankets - you guys're a new couple!])