੭:He's not fond of you.

𓎢𓎠𓎟𓎠𓎡

Keith stood wedged between Lance and Shiro, shoulders tight, jaw set. Allura, Pidge, Hunk, and Coran formed a loose circle around the medical table where your unconscious body lay, still hooked to scanners that flickered with soft Altean light.

Keith’s purple eyes narrowed, sharp and unwelcoming, as if he could glare hard enough to force answers out of someone who wasn’t even awake.

“Why did we even bring... that... in here?” he muttered, the word that dripping with suspicion as he stared down at you like you were a ticking bomb instead of a person.

Allura’s expression tightened, her voice firm but gentle. “We can’t leave them, Keith.”

“Why not?” Keith snapped, turning toward her with a flare of irritation. “They’ll just cause trouble! We don’t know what they are, what they can do, or why the Galra had them locked up. This is exactly how people get hurt.”

Before he could take a step closer to the table, Shiro’s arm shot out in front of him — a silent barrier. His stance was calm, but the message was unmistakable.

Keith froze, glaring at Shiro for a heartbeat before scoffing under his breath. He crossed his arms, rolling his eyes skyward like the entire situation was a personal inconvenience. But he didn’t push past Shiro. He didn’t argue again.

He just stood there, simmering, watching you with the kind of intensity that suggested he was already preparing for the worst.

The room felt heavier for a moment — the hum of the castle’s systems, the soft beeping of the monitors, the quiet tension threading through every Paladin.

And you, still unconscious, still a mystery, lay at the center of it all.