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Keith sits on his bed, thinking. Thinking about things that dont really matter because it wont happen. It doesnt matter because he wont even do it. He wont do such stupid thing, because he is over it.
"fuck" Keith curses, standing up and heading out the white door of his room.
As he passes his friends rooms, he cant help but return in his mind to his earlier worries. What if theyd found out ? What would they say ? What would their reaction be ? And how could I hide it to prevent from that situation even happenig ? - No, he wont think about that, he doesnt need to cause he just wont do it. Period.
He heads straight to the training room to release his frustration and to forget he even thought about relapsing.
"Begin training sequence level 8" Keith whips out his bayard and prepares for the gladiators launched at him.
The sounds of swords claterring, heavy breathing and metals screaching againts each other fills the room. The raven haired boy is taking down one gladiator after another, occasionally taking a hit himself.
He doesn't know how much time went by, and doesn't care. The rush from a fight is keeping his mind busy, that's the only thing that matters right now.
He aimed his sword towards the gladiators side, ready to strike. But all of a sudden, a certain cuban boys voice lingers trough the voice fuckass thing.
"KEITH GET YOUR ASS IN THE DINING ROOM. We're waiting for you for over twenty doboshes and Im hungry so hurry tf up."
Startled by the sudden noise, he puts his guard down for only a second, which unfortunatly gives enough time for a another foe behind him to land a hit on Keiths back.
"Ugh!"- a grunt escapes his lips before he hits the ground. "End training sequence."
Keith gets himself up, brushes his knees and begin walking to the dining room, not bothering to change from his clothes. If Lance's so hungry, he can deal with his sweaty ass next to him just fine.
But see that, that second of weakness which allowed an enemy to act, that shouldnt happen. Distraction or not. If that happened in real battle, on a mission or while protecting innocent people, he wouldn't be able to "end the sequence". Peoples lifes were at sake, he can't afford mistakes like these.
As the big doors slide open, everyones eyes turn on him.
"Hey buddy, training hard ?" Shiro says, taking in Keiths appearance as he gestures for him to sit down. Keith nods and sits on his usual spot next to Lance.
"Took your sweet time to get here" Lance scoffs.
Keith only rolls his eyes and waits for the food to come. Soon Coran appears at the door with a big pot in his hands, along with Hunk carrying a smaller bowl.
"Great paladins, finally all of you are here! Allow me to show you what me and Hunk prepared for tonights meal! Altough we tried to recreate it as best as possible to your earthling recipe, however it may lack some of the flavour you may be expecting."
They put the pot and the bowl on the table and everyone leaned in to look at what have the two come up with.
A steam flows out the pot as Hunk frees it of its lid, uncovering a familiar sight for all of the paladins.
It's Houbovka. A mashroom sauce stained brown, with piecies of mashrooms floating around, and knedlík ( bread ) to go along with it.
"Nice Hunk! You know how I've missed this dish"
"Thanks Coran and Hunk, maybe having something familiar from earth will do us better." Shiro says and grabs his plate, it's obvious he's just as excited as Lance.
But Keith can't help but stare at it, caught up in bittersweet memories of old times, cold evenings with his dad and freshly picked mashrooms, ready to be cooked into the dish that laid before him right now.
Lance digs in first, loading it onto his plate like he haven't eaten in deca-phoebs, followed by Hunk, Pidge, Shiro and then somehow excited Allura. "Hope this meal will be enjoyable for all of you, I myself am curious about your earth dishes" Coran says.
Keiht's not sure he likes this reminder of his dad, it made him remember and that means he'll think about his dad and that means he'll think about how things used to be and- he gets cut off his mind train by Pidge.
" Keith? Hello? Do you not like mashrooms or something, I don't think itll taste the exact same so you can at least try it."
"Uh, yeah no its fine." he blurts out, finally reaching for the spoon to get his food too.
No one presses the matter of Keiths zoning out any further, it wouldn't be the first time hes done this.
Only for Shiro, which he recieved a concerned look from.
After everyone has finished their meal and exchanged their oppinions on the taste, everyone heads off to do their own thing.
Pidge probably to her room, ready to drown herself in her tech. Hunk stays in the kitchen and Shiro, Allura and Coran go somewhere to discuss the plan on their next mission.
Keith's full of the food, but also full of mixed emotions he doesn't want to deal with. So he leaves as well back to his room.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Lance turning towards the training room. Weird, I thought he'd do his evening skincare or something.
Abadonding the matter, he finally arrives at his door.
He doesn't actually have much to do here. In his room, or even here as a whole. Besides training and fighting as Voltron. He's bored.
Which is not good. Bored eaquels thinking and thinking is a bad idea.
He settles on just trying to sleep. It's a bit early for that but maybe those few extra hours of sleep will do him good. Well, If he even manages to fall asleep.
Soon enough, Keith finally drifts off to sleep, warm under the blanket, unaware of what's waiting for him in his slumber.
Did he really think that putting that blade in the drawer would keep it at bay? It always found a way to get to him, no matter if he wanted it to or not.
So why wouldn't it follow him in his dreams.