Star-Crossed Rivals || [Keith x Reader]

The visit

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Your steps felt heavy as you made your way to wing 15, where the families and other civilians were housed.

Their wing was a little bigger than the others, since it had a few common areas, as opposed to the empty hallways filled with rooms in yours. It made sense, since you guys were soldiers in a war, and well, these people were refugees that were confined only to their own wing and a little area outside.

Your team and the others had clearance to visit almost every place in the garrison, so common areas within your wing weren't a necessity to you.

That meant there were only so many places your mother could be at. You sighed heavily as you approached the door at the end of the hallway. One guard sat on a chair next to it, noting something down on his device.

"ID please?" the guard said in a monotonous tone.

"Sure," you replied, rummaging in your pockets for it. When you finally found it in the back pocket of your pants, you suddenly heard him stand up and say, "Oh, nevermind. I apologize."

Your brows furrowed as you looked up to him. He was only a little taller than you, around thirty and with brown hair. He looked startled almost, as he looked around the area for something.

"Sorry? Isn't this standard protocol?"

"Yeah, but I mean, you're the red paladin, right? Everyone knows who you guys are."

"Oh?" you mumbled, as he suddenly set his eyes on something- a piece of paper. He pulled out a pen from his pocket and held it in your direction.

"Would you mind signing this? My son is a big fan of you guys."

You took the pen and paper in your hands, tilting your head. "Really? I never realized we were that known out here."

The rebellion would know of us since they're actively fighting the Galra, sure, but everyone else? It surprised you to say the least, to hear this guard say someone was a fan of yours.

"Of course, I'll sign it," you agreed, jotting down your signature on the paper and a little drawing of your lion. Maybe the son would appreciate it.

"Thank you so much," he exclaimed as he looked at the signature with sparkling eyes. You smiled at his happiness.

"Sure thing. I might tell the others to come by too, if you want their signature as well?"

He agreed happily, before opening the gate for you. You waved him goodbye before stepping into the civilians wing.

Shit, you might actually see her now. What would you say? You forgot everything you planned on the way here. Your fingers felt tingly and fidgety; you put them into fists and pocketed them.

The hallway was rather long, but you could hear the talking and chatting from all the way where you were. People walked by the corridor, sometimes glancing a little longer than usual to see who was coming to visit.