For that cool kids fic stuff: "I literally have no idea what I'm doing." Go nuts ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (I can see Klance here, but you can do whatever)
“....wait, what are you doing, man?” Lance is this close to tearing his hair out. “Those papers....the kids...its-it is not a fuck-Keith!”
“I know, I know” The ‘you don’t have to tell me how to do my job’ hung unsaid in the air. Keith went back to scoring the test papers. Harshly. As if he hadn’t heard Lance at all. “I just want them to know the standard I expect out of them, is all.”
“......” Lance plonked himself on the seat opposite Keith, eyeing him unblinking. “........I got it. You just don’t want them to take you out for a ride, don’t you? Just because you are new.”
Keith visibly flinched. And refused to meet Lance’s shrewd eyes.
“Hey. Keith, hey, look up, would you?” Keith grit his teeth and did. “Hey man it’s fine you want to slash their throats on their first test but you....how to say this....you can relax a bit, you know? Give suggestions? I dunno.....” Lance trailed off, but implored Keith to follow.
Keith deflated. He set down the papers and took out the hair band and mussed his hair free. “I have literally no idea what the fuck I am doing.” He sighed, “Care to help me with this?”
Lance, momentarily stunned into silence - long hair long hair fuck how does it look so silky oh my fucking god no let me muss your goddamn perfect hair - gulped audibly. “Um, yeah. Help. You. Help you. With the kids. Yeah. Totally. Piece of cake.”