Guarded Soul.

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Lance slowly set Keith on the ground as they reached the door to his house. He leaned down and reached behind a plant pot, coming back up a second later with a key.

"That's a pretty obvious place to put a spare key..." Keith mumbled softly.

Lance just smiled and unlocked the door before helping Keith inside. He took him to his bedroom, which was the first room they had to pass, and helped him sit down on the bed.

"Wait here for a second while I go and get some bandages and ice for your eye okay?" He told him softly and Keith nodded tiredly. Now that the adrenaline had left their bodies they were both feeling pretty sleepy.

Lance smiled and ruffled Keith's hair a little, to which he smiled, before leaving the room to get the things he needed.

He gathered all of the first aid items that he actually owned and some ice and then went to the kitchen.

Lance found himself in deep thought as he made about making two cups of hot chocolate. His body was shaking from what he guessed was probably shock. The moment where Keith was being hurt replaying over and over in his head. It broke his heart to see Keith like that, but it mostly made him angry.

His thoughts drifted to how quickly he lost his temper and he found himself pondering on how overprotective he is when it comes to Keith.

Even for a guardian angel, there's no way that he should feel that intensely about it to the point where he was willing to kill someone, right?

Would Keith find it weird? That he would go to that extent for someone that, in his eyes, he only just met?

Lance jumped when he heard Keith calling him from his bedroom.

"I texted Shiro to say I'm at your house for a bit!"

Shaking his thoughts away, Lance finished making the hot chocolate with a "Okay, one sec!"and then carried them both into the room that Keith was in.

He almost dropped the mugs when he saw the sight that awaited him.

Keith was laying sideways on the bed, cuddled up to Lance's blanket so that the bottom half of his face was covered.

He looked adorable.

Lance coughed a little and then smiled, placing the drinks on his bedside table before moving to sit next to Keith.

The boy had his eyes closed and was breathing deeply, some flyaway hairs resting on his nose floating in the air every time he breathed out. Lance smiled and moved the hair off of his face, tucking it behind his ear.

Keith's eyes opened slowly and he smiled warmly up at Lance who was now slowly carding his fingers through Keith's hair.

"Hi." He whispered gently, so that it was almost inaudible.

"Hey." Lance whispered back, picking up a few of Keith's black locks and then slowly letting them fall again.

"You gonna let me patch you up before you fall asleep?" He chuckled softly and Keith nodded before sitting up with a groan.

Lance moved to sit in the middle of the bed and then pulled his subject towards him, situating him so that the boys legs were on top of his and his feet were by his back.

He brought out some rubbing alcohol from his pocket and poured some onto a clean cloth before leaning forward to see the cut on Keith's cheek.

"This is gonna sting, okay?" He said softly and Keith nodded, bracing himself.