Broken fingers //Voltron high school AU

Part 5: Play Ball?

Note: there's another dream sequence with blood so if you don't like that, skip the italicized part. It's not really important. Enjoy :)

He had seen people die before. He had seen his father die. It wasn't instant. It was a fading thing as the life drained out of a person and left them an empty body with no organs to keep them alive. But this was different. The boy with the blurry face, laying peacefully on the grass in a field, could've been sleeping. His shallow breathing chest rising and falling, his eyes closed and his limbs limp. It was like looking at a face through the glass tabletop in his backyard. The only thing off about the scene was the red mark on his white shirt . It was ripped open on the left side of his chest, right over the heart. The wound was bigger then it was last time, and the blood was covering Keith's hands. He could feel it, warm and sticky, covering his skin.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, kneeling down beside the boy. He didn't know how or why he had hurt him, but Keith knew it was his fault.
He leaned over the boy, planting his hands on either side of his head. The boy cracked open his eyes and opened his mouth. He said—

Keith jerked awake, sending Sky skittering off and under he bed. For the second time in a row, he woke up tangled in blankets and sweaty and tousled. He calmed his breathing, which had been heavy, and stood, going to get ready. After a quick shower, Keith threw on gray and black stripped t-shirt, his red jacket tied around his waist—since today would be hotter then yesterday even though it was late September—quarter length black joggers and his worn black sneakers. He tied his still-wet-hair back to keep it out of his eyes, but a few pieces still hung down.

When he went out to the kitchen, Adam was already awake, sipping coffee and scrolling through his phone. He glanced and smiled lazily at Keith.

"Made you some coffee," he said, handing Keith a hot travel mug. "Knock 'em down, kid," he said by way of goodbye. Keith nodded, smiling slightly, and heading for the door, grabbing his bag on the way out. He decided to spare himself the boring, quiet, walk, so he put on his head phones and grabbed his skateboard, ridding it smoothly down the short driveway and over the road. Today he decided on Isolation by Alter Bridge. The music blasted in his ears, making the world fade away

"When all is lost to you inside
When all the darkness takes the light
The ritual warning has begun
And now you tear away from everyone
Disconnected so alone yeah
Severed ties from all you know
Isolation
Brings you to the end
Until you love again
Isolation
If you could only see
What will come to be?"

Keith couldn't help but relate to the words. He felt quite alone in the school. Even though he had Pidge and Hunk to talk to, they weren't that close to him. He had Shiro and Adam, but only at the end of the day.

He sighed as he rounded the corner to the street with the Garrison, and slowed his ride. He hopped off the board, kicking the back of it so it popped up and he caught it in his hand. Holding it at his side, he slipped into the crowd and went inside. The hallway was packed. Keith decided he had time to go to his locker since he didn't have to talk to principal Zarkon that morning like he had the day before. Keith weaved through people until he found locker 206 and opened it, shoving his skateboard and empty travel mug inside. He slammed the locker door shut and headed to class.

Keith slipped into the room behind someone he didn't know, avoiding the eyes of the majority of people. He took his seat, which was behind Hunk, and kept his head low until Hunk turned to him, smiling widely.

"So, can you come to the game later today?" He asked, his eyes full of hope. They really wanted Keith to come?

After a moment of thinking, Keith nodded, "sure, I can make it," he said, and smiled when Hunk cheered quietly, pumping his fists in the air.