Fixing Us [Shadam/Adashi Fanfiction] ✳️

Fixing Us

#TWENTY TWO#

The team sat side by side stiffly. Lance was holding Hunk's hand, whispering empty words of encouragement. Keith was glancing at Shiro with a concerned gaze. Pidge was hugging themselves, knees curled up to their chest, making them look small in the chair. Adam watched them wearily. His face was devoid of any emotion as the door opened.

With a small swish, Iverson had entered the hall. He held a list in his hand, the notebook papers were stapled together in an unorderly fashion. Every few pages was an out of place paper jutting out the sides of the pile. 

"Lance McClain." Iverson said. Hunk gasped and Keith got up from his seat. Lance did a nervous chuckle and frowned deeply.

"Guess it's my turn to show how awesome I am!" He joked tensely. 

"Oh my god we were so focused on me last night that we didn't consider you going first! I'm so sorry! We didn't even talk about it! Oh god Lance, I-" Lance cut him off.

"Don't worry bud, I'm fine." Hunk looked like someone had slapped him across the face. His eyes were sad and Keith touched Lance's shoulder. The paladin turned to his boyfriend. He smirked and cocked an eyebrow. Keith could tell the smile was forced.

By the sidelines, Iverson looked ready to kill.

"Need an escort?" He blurted out ungracefully. Lance snorted as Keith held out his hand.

"Wow, Mullet, if I had known this is the treatment I'd get, I'd be forced to share my memories to a bunch of strangers and have it be stored in a database much earlier in our relationship!" He winked at Keith. Keith blushed and murmured something unknown to the others. Lance intertwined their fingers and walked the five feet to the metal door.

"Shut up," Keith was blushing as he had dropped Lance off at the door. Iverson grabbed the collar of Lance's shirt. The Cuban gulped nervously but shot a reassuring group of looks to the team.

"Hasta la vista!" He called as Iverson dragged him into the room.