Fixing Us [Shadam/Adashi Fanfiction] ✳️

Fixing Us

#EIGHTEEN#

"Keith?" Lance called out, peering down an empty hallway. His fingers folded over the wall. His finger tips tingling when he removed them from the wall. His feet walking delicately on the stone-tiled floors.

His eyes glanced around. Looking through every opened door. Finally, he spotted a head of black hair. He recognized that mullet anywhere.

"Keith." He spoke, this time walking up to him.

Keith was down on his butt. Sitting with his back against the wall and his knees propped upright.

"My mom died." Keith said aloud. He had no traces of tears nor any indication he had cried. Lance bit the inside of his cheek. "Keith, Iverson needs to know whether you want to... give memories or let them stay private." Lance instantly felt guilty and winced as Keith looked at him.

"Whatever." His voice dulled. The half-galran stood up, sighing as he shook his head. "I don't care at this point." Keith answered, watching as Lance took his hand. Intertwining their fingers and dragging him to the others.

"Found him." Lance spoke, pulling Keith through the door.

Pidge was back, her glasses falling down from the bridge of her nose slowly. "Hi, Keith." They spoke, Keith shooting them a mute wave. Pidge huffed, stood up, and pushed Keith into a chair.

"Cry."

"W-What?"

"Cry."

Lance frowned; "Pidge, that isn't the best—"

"I don't care! He's bottling his emotions again. I don't want Keith to go into the mentally unstable state he was in whe—" Lance interrupted her this time. "Pidge, now is not the time. Let him answer Iverson, and we can all go back to our room." Lance's voice came out in an almost growl. Anger sleeping through his speech and making Pidge back up.

With their brown eyes staring at their feet, Pidge shrunk back. "Sorry." Quietly came their reply.

Iverson turned to Keith. "What's your answer?" He questioned, looking directly at Keith's body. Keith had his knees to his chest, body curled up in a ball as he sat in his chair. "I told Lance." He offered, not feeling in the mood to talk much. "Keith, you have to answer by yourself." Shiro softly added before Iverson or Lance could interact.

Keith sent him a weak glare.

"Whatever. I don't care. Show them or don't, does it really matter?" Keith spat. Lance moved closer, watching as with each word Keith seemed to cling to himself. His hands were tightly gripped on the bottom of his pants, knees pressed against his chest and throat.

Lance couldn't resist the urge to comfort him. His hand hesitantly going to Keith's hair. Landing his fingers on his head and brushing hair back, watching as Keith's shoulders trembled. Lance wasn't sure if it was in anger or sadness.

"That's not a definite answer." Iverson said, his annoyance clearly stated as he spoke. Keith took a deep breath. Recollecting himself before glaring at Iverson instead of Shiro.

"I don't care. Just leave me alone!" Keith untangled himself and left the room. Lance's hand instantly chilled when leaving the warmth of Keith's hair.

"I'm taking that as a yes." Iverson decided.

"We're going." Lance spoke as he exited, Hunk and Pidge hot on his tail.

Shiro sent Iverson a what-am-I-to-do look before following through. Adam standing awkwardly there for a few seconds, avoiding all eye contact.

"Get out." Iverson growled and watched as Adam ran after the Voltron team.

Author's Note:
Hello! I should have mentioned this earlier, but I use they/them pronouns for Pidge. It's automatic. I'll edit and change if needed, but the reason why I avoided pronouns for Pidge all this time was because I was debating what to use. I am more comfortable with they/them, so I will use them.

- Bridget