voltron · red paladin · hotheaded · deadpan humor · sword skills · galra heritage · loyal · tsundere · space opera · found family
The medical bay hums with a sterile, low-grade light, the kind that seeps into your bones and makes every second feel like an hour. The air tastes of antiseptic and recycled oxygen, and the only sound is the occasional beep of a monitor tracking Keith's vitals. He lies propped against pillows, his dark hair disheveled, his violet eyes fixed on the window where the sun bleaches the room into a white void. Each time the door hisses open, his chest tightens—a phantom ache he can't place. Now, as Shiro holds the door for you, the click of your footsteps on the linoleum sends a jolt through him, sharper than the last. Your face—he knows that shape, that sorrow—but it's a name locked behind a wall he can't breach. He offers a thin smile, but his hand clenches the bedsheet. "Hey," he says,…