I honestly don’t know what the fuck if this drabble had already been posted or not but….okay then, I’m jsut gonna post again….I could have sworn I did post it….what the fuck.
Anyways. After Keith’s Vlog, no shipping sense, just the entire team loving Keith. like it fucKING SHOULD BE ALWAYS.
Keith rubs his eyes and lets out an annoyed grunt when he can still feel the wetness in them. His steps are hurried and fast, already stripping down from his armour as he makes his way towards his room.
God, why did he even agree to that? There was no point whatsoever and it only brought him memories and feelings he has been trying to put on the side.
Not such luck now.
He just wants to get to his bed, in his room, where the sound disappear and the expectations of people on him don’t exist.
Keith tries to be fast, fully trying to avoid meeting with anyone of the team on his way because now that would be awkward. He doesn’t need pity, or sad look from the side ways. He has reassured himself of this, over and over again and he’s fine, he has been fine before and he will be now.
But the lump in his throat tells him otherwise, just like the sting on his eyes makes him to choke because there is no escape for them and he feels the same way right now as he jogs down the Castle’s hallway.
He needs to get out of here now.
Then, as the door on the far end of the hallway opens and the team’s chatter and laughter echoes around him, Keith knows that nothing really can go his way.
“I’m telling you, guys, Iverson never looked so mad as - Mullet! Hey, man, you all done? That was quick!”
Damn Lance and his perspective eyes because now he has six pair of eyes on him and Keith can’t move.
Move, move, move, move.
Keith tries to swallow and forcing a small smile, he makes a weak attempt to speak. “Um, yeah, I did and I just…I’m going back to my room.”
He sees the way Shiro realizes something is wrong, he sees the way the older man furrows his eyebrows in concern and suspicion and it all takes for Shiro to step in is the small unconscious step Keith had taken back, putting more distance between him and the team.
“Keith, wait, is everything okay?” Shiro asks, and the question is enough for the entire team to turn concern, looking confused but worried at the same time.
Brush it off. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“Your voice sound scratchy,” Hunk supplies quietly behind Lance, mouth pursed in concern and Keith knows, he knows that’s not the only thing they have noticed.
Keith clears his throat, trying to look subtle as he looks away. “It’s…it’s fine. Looks guys, I’m just gonna go -”
He’s ready to run, feet already turning around and body prepare to flee like he always do when there’s some hurried running behind him and Keith let’s out a gasp when he feels two small hands wrapped around his hand.
Keith looks down, blinking owlishly at the way Pidge’s hands hold his own: firm, secure and so damn strong. He feels the tears on the edge of his eyes and all it takes it’s a small squeeze from Pidge’s part and her pleading look for a few of them to fall.
“H-Hey, I’m fine, I’m-” He tries, he really does but the lump in his throat turns heavier and it gets harder to swallow it down.
He doesn’t dare to look up when he hears the rest of the team’s approach but he does gasp when Hunk’s body is suddenly pressed on his back, arms around his waist. Keith has a moment to acknowledge the warm Hunk’s body brings him before there’s a hand on the back of his neck and then Lance is leaning forward, pressing his forehead against his temple and humming a random melody with the back of his throat as he plays with the stray hair in Keith’s nape.
His heart is running wild but he holds his breath, because there’s this pleasant warm feeling spreading through him as his team slowly joins the hug and it almost feels like a blanket and Keith doesn’t want it to disappear, he doesn’t want to move in case it would go away if he does.
Keith bites down his lower lip, trying desperately to hold on to whatever strength he has left, but then he lifts his eyes and Shiro’s gray ones are staring back at him, looking concerned, fond and so damn understanding, no judgement held in them, and suddenly he hears the faint sound of a rope snapping and he sobs.
He sniffles, shutting his eyes close as his tears finally fall down freely and his body shakes with every sob and he hears the way Lance’s humming turns softer, he feels the way Hunk’s arms pulls him closer and the way Pidge’s pulls herself forward until her face is on his chest, their intertwined hands in between.
He recognizes Shiro’s heavy and comforting pressure of his flesh hand as it run down on his hair, the action so familiar to him by now. He then feels two more hands, one on his right shoulder, patting him gently before squeezing tightly, a reminder that he’s not alone and the way a leaner hand cups his cheek and gently wipes some of the tears away, holding so much care with a protective edge that it makes him sigh and lean towards the touch.
Keith realizes that none of them know why he’s crying, and now he knows that they don’t even need to know, at least not right now, because all they want to do is to help him and reassure him of something that he never allowed himself to believe.
That he has a family, he has friends and he’s loved by these people.
He’s going to be fine.