Broken fingers //Voltron high school AU

Part 13: His Bubble

Note: I just found that song and it's really good. I can't get over it. 10/10. Amazing. Marvelous. Edgy.

Two movies later and fifteen minutes of talking in between, Keith suddenly realized it was late and Shiro would be home soon.

"Are you sure you don't have to go?" Keith asked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. Lance shrugged.

"Yeah. I want to make sure you don't go crazy with boredom, as you put it," They shared a quick laugh "besides, today's a Friday. No school tomorrow." He leaned back on the side of the couch, his brown locks falling into his eyes. At some point that had moved onto the floor and surrounded themselves with blankets and pillows in a sort of comfortable nest.

"Well Shiro will be here soon, and unless you want to deal with enthusiastic interrogation, I recommend you get going," Keith said "we could always just hang out tomorrow. You don't need to learn my whole life story in one night."

"We should hang out tomorrow!" Lance smiled, sitting up in his excitement, "Hunk, Pidge, and I were gonna go hang out at the ice rink. Hunk and I like to skate. You should come with us." Keith noticed he moved his hands a lot when he got excited.

"I don't know," Keith massaged the back of his neck, "I can't really move all that much." Keith hadn't even thought about leaving the house while he was resting.

"That's fine. Pidge usually hangs out on the side while Hunk and I are on the ice. You can get to witness some of my sweet moves," He smiled, shooting finger guns at Keith.

"Alright," he laughed "I guess I don't have an excuse," he watched as Lance stood up, quickly following after. They walked to the door together, Lance grabbing his shoes.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Lance smiled brightly. Whenever he smiled, it lit up his face, making him look a bit younger.

"See ya," Keith waved as Lance hurried out the door and down the street. Keith hoped it wasn't too cold.

He went back inside, shutting the door behind him, and cleaning up the blankets and pillows, folding everything neatly. He brought the two empty bowls back to the kitchen. Once they had finished the first round of popcorn, another had somehow appeared and been eaten.

He quickly washed away the butter, salt, and left over kernels, and put the bowls in the drying rack. Then he went to his room to read until Shiro and Adam came home.

***

He shook off the snow that had landed in a thin layer of dust on his coat as he came into the small warm house. He could smell his mother's cooking, the smell of Tamale wafting through the air.

Lance moved through the hallway and into his room, which he shared with his sister Veronica. The house was small and full of so many kids they each shared rooms. It was he and Veronica, Marco and Luis, mom and dad, and at the end of the hall his grandparents. It wasn't as full as his aunt's house.

Veronica was on her bed, laying on her back, with her phone held above her head. When Lance entered, she flipped onto her stomach, propped up on her elbows. She smirked.

"How's your boyfriend?" She asked, her eyes gleaming beneath the glasses. They often teased each other, but in the end, it was only jokes.

"My friend is fine. Better then so expected, actually. Keith must heal quickly." He slumped down onto his bed, dumping his school bag on the floor. His homework could wait until Sunday.

"Mom made dinner. You didn't get any. What's wrong?" She sat up, folding her legs under her Indian style. Veronica, having grown up with him, knew Lance better then anyone. She could read him like the graphic novels she loved so much. She knew that when he forgot to eat it was because he was too distracted by something that was bothering him.

"It nothing, really, it's just...I know it's only been one day, but the school isn't doing anything to apprehend Griffin or Ezor or Zethrid. It's like they don't care!" He admitted. Lance kept his eyes on the floor, his voice low and rough.

"Lance, it'll be ok. I'm sure they're just waiting until a new week to do something. It'll be taken care of." Veronica reached across the space and put a hand on his shoulder. Lance looked up and met her eyes. After a moment, he smiled, appreciative of the support and comfort from his sibling.

***

When Shiro got home, the house was quiet. Too quiet. He shook the snow off his boots, then set them on the rack and moved into the living room. It was cleaner then it had been that morning, all of the blankets folded, the pillows set in place, the floor vacuumed. Keith must've cleaned up.

Shiro went into the kitchen to heat up some leftover pasta for dinner. The last test run had taken longer then he'd thought, so he was home a lot later then normal. He had to cancel dinner plans, but it wasn't that unusual.

He sat down to eat alone at the table, scrolling through stoical media on his phone. The pasta hadn't heated all the way, but he didn't want to make anymore noise, so he felt with it. When he was done, he dumped the container into the trash and went down the hall. He peeked into Keith's room to find him asleep in bed, a book on his chest and the lights still on. Smiling to himself, Shiro shut off the lights and closed the door.

He went to the bathroom and took a quick warm shower to wash off the sweat that had covered his skin throughout the day. Then he stepped out, drying off and going to his room. Shiro threw on a t shirt and sleep shorts, then slid under the covers beside Adam.

He had thought the other was awake, but apparently not, since Adam rolled over and gave him an incredulous look.

"What?" Shiro asked. Adam simply shrugged, turning back over. "What?" Shiro laughed, sitting up and looking at Adam, who had closed his eyes.

Note: abrupt ending. I'm sorry. I've been busy :')