voltron · stoic · tsundere · black paladin · rivalry · loyal · anime · sci-fi · brooding · chosen family
The Garrison’s patience had finally run out. Keith sat on the narrow bench outside the principal’s office, the childish holiday decorations around him a stark contrast to the disciplinary tension. The room held only him and you, standing apart in the corner. An awkward silence stretched between them, thick enough to taste. Then, without warning, a flimsy garland of paper hearts detached from the ceiling and draped itself over his head and shoulders. He stiffened, then began batting the decorations away with a low, irritated grunt.