Keith woke up, groaning at the dim, unwelcoming light filling the room. He glanced up, seeing the dark clouds, no sun to be found. The grumpy male got out of bed, not seeing the point in staying, even if it was warm and cozy. He got ready for the dreadful day.

Keith was still slightly depressed from yesterday. There had been a storm, there still was, so the sky wasn't clear. He couldn't stargaze. It was a part of his evening routine, but sometimes it gets hindered by obstacles. Like annoying clouds.

Keith took his shoulder bag from the counter, as he left the apartment. Knowing Shiro was sleeping in. He came back from his girlfriend's, also known as Allura, house late yesterday. Heavens knows what they did. He didn't even want to know.

Keith leaned against the bus-stop pole, ticked off to beyond, because it was drizzling. He hated autumn. He really did, but it has become even worse.

Winter's coming. It had become colder, and the streets were slipperier than usual.

Keith remembered the beautiful scene from a few days ago. He and Pidge went to the shop and saw Lance carrying some boxes while crossing the street. Because the delivery truck always delivers it at the flower shop from across. Nobody knows why. Lance had slipped and had fallen, all the flour exploded in his face. Keith hadn't laughed that much in years.

Lance had said it was Keith's fault because he had distracted Lance, and that made Keith laugh even more, maybe blush a little too. Lance had ignored him for the rest of the day, and he kept it up until now.

The bus came sooner than expected, to Keith's luck. He entered as quickly as possible. Not bothering to show his pass. He went over to his special place. It was three rows to the back, by the middle door, against the back of a seat. Keith leaned against it and looked at one spot in particular, his eyes saddening. The, now empty, seat facing him at the other side of the door of the bus, is Lance's seat. The bus was less packed now that it was a month later. And kids took busses that came later.

Keith sighed as he remembered he only had one class and it was at ten today. He glanced at his phone, seeing it was barely nine in the morning. He remembered Lance always took the bus at seven.

Keith sighed again, he kinda regretted changing his studies three weeks ago. Leaving Pidge to her own devices.. But so was he, he changed astronomy for Art. He secretly had a hidden talent for painting and drawing. He was allowed to use Coran's art studio. He hadn't painted in two years. Ever since he started university, his passion had drifted away. He asked if he could try out in the studio and that's when he picked it up again. He showed some paintings to the headmasters of the university and they let him skip the first two years, so once again, he's in his last year now. He knew he'd maybe have to redo this year. But when he was younger he already studied every art form, and everything surrounding the subject by himself.

Keith thanked Coran, who he had met along with Allura via Pidge. Coincidentally, Allura was Shiro's girlfriend. They'd been together for almost a half year. Keith questioned Shiro why he had never introduced her to him.

Keith thought back at Monday, before Lance started to ignore him. They had both taken the bus at seven. When Keith had entered the bus, only four other people were on it. And one took Keith's attention, Lance. there he sat gracefully, giving Keith subtle glances, over his phone screen. Keith stuck out his tongue after ten glances and Lance retreated the childish act. Instead of talking, like normal people. They had texted each other, and it had become their thing.

Keith chuckled, staring longingly at the empty seat. He remembered when he had met Lance for the second time, after they first met. As confusing as it sounds, Lance had written his phone number on the macchiato cup, and Keith couldn't contain his smile. Shiro found it quite strange why Keith kept a cup, and refused to throw it away.

Keith was snapped out of his trance and looked away from the empty seat. He rang the bell, and the bus soon stopped. He got off, and started walking to the R building which was next to the VDA.

He entered class, luckily he was right on time. And took out his supplies. The teacher entered a few minutes after. He always started the class a half hour before the actual starting time. To explain extra things you might need to know, and could help you improve. Or if you have questions or need extra explanation.

Class went by in a flash, and Keith stumbled over his own feet while leaving the building. The exams came closer too, two tragic weeks of battles and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. And finally, after the torture the two weeks of well deserved Christmas break would arrive. It was quite tiring and the teachers just load up the work.

Keith exited campus, and the clouds were almost a black shade. The weather gave Keith goosebumps and a bad feeling in his guts. He sped up his pace as he walked towards the small coffee-Bakery shop. It had also become part of his routine. No matter what the weather circumstances were, like right now.

It was pouring merciless, and Keith almost fell backwards when there was a hard squall. It didn't look like the rain would stop anytime soon. The busses might not even drive in this weather, it was almost lunch, and the weather would increase, like they said on the weather forecast this morning.

Keith saw the familiar words that were lit up by small LED lights; Voltron's Bakery&Coffee

Keith's feet started sprinting, his shoes and clothes soaked. His bag was waterproof, but this was the worst weather they have had in a long time. A flash of lightening was seen and a loud roar of thunder followed quickly. Keith jumped slightly, he was never fond of thunder storms.

Keith entered the warm room, the bell above the door announcing his presence. When a gush of wind slammed the door shut behind him, the bell jingled again. That's when Keith noticed that not only his clothes were just soaked, but literally everything. His hair glued against his forehead and neck, it felt like he jumped into a pool of minus zero degrees, with clothes and shoes on, and just got out of it. A shiver ran down his spine and a gush of cold air swept over Keith. He started shivering, and his teeth clacking.

''Oh my lord! Keith!'' Hunks concerned voice ringed in Keith's pink tinted, frozen ears. Keith was too focused on how cold it was to actually see the three people rushing behind the counter.

''Keith?'' Lance's voice dragged Keith's attention away, and a warm, really warm, fire-like hand cupped his cheek. Keith looked up, his dark violet eyes meeting blue ones, ''What the quiznak Keith! You're freezing! Hunk? Can you get some towels please? He's also soaked. What were you thinking?'' Lance nagged, and bickered. Keith tuned everything out, he felt tired and his skin burned like it was covered in ice blisters. He might've also caught a cold, as his throat started to feel sore.

''Already on it! Get him to the back!'' He heard Hunks voice. Lance lead Keith to the back. Keith has never been there before. First it was a small kitchen, with an oven, a counter island in the middle and another counter and a fridge, and whatever there is in a kitchen. Keith was lead throughout another door. It was an old warn out storage room with boxes and other stuff. Another door leading to the back outside for deliveries and another one to the stairs to go up stairs where Allura lived together with Coran, who is her best friend and room mate. Apparently Allura owned the entire building.

Hunk rushed in with fluffy looking towels and Allura with some clothes. ''Sorry, these are from Coran, he said he didn't mind you borrowing them.'' Allura said and left, closing the door behind her.

Keith got out of his frozen trance and started undressing. He cringed when he noticed Coran's boxers, but his were soaked. 'Quiznak!' Keith mentally scowled. As he pulled off his boxers and pulled on the baby blue ones with yellow rubber ducks printed on them.

He pulled on the black sweatpants, grey socks, and a grey sweatshirt with 'Spork' printed in a small circle on it in white. Keith dried his hair with the yellow fluffy towel, ''Keith? If you're done you can put your clothes and the towels in the basket with the dirty towels and rags!'' Allura's voice spoke out. ''Okay! Thanks!'' Keith managed to voice out, but his throat hurt from the cold air. His hair was by now almost dry, as he ran his fingers through it, trying to tame the spiky edges. Keith scanned the area and spotted the basket, putting his clothes in it. Along with the yellow fluffy towel.

Keith opened the door to be met by three worried faces. ''Your bag is dry, but I put it on the heating just to be sure, and your coat and shoes too.'' Allura said. Keith hadn't even noticed he had taken all that off before entering the storage room. ''Thanks Allura.'' He smiled slightly, but his voice trembled. ''Poor thing.'' She sighed. ''I'll go and put your clothes in the dryer upstairs.'' She said and patted his shoulder, walking into the storage room.

''I'll make you a warm drink! You like Macchiato with hazelnut flavour right? Right.'' Hunk rambled and was already rummaging throughout the cabinets in kitchen they were in.

Keith shivered, as the freezing air surrounded him again. ''You're still cold, huh?'' Lance's calm voice sounded out. Keith looked up, his expression was still full of concern. Guess Lance dropped the 'I'm ignoring you' game and decided not to be as childish. Keith nodded, wrapping his arms around himself. Lance left and went into the front room of the shop, 'Is there a costumer?' Keith thought, his stomach sinking. Instead Lance came back with a soft, warm looking, jacket.

''Here. It's mine, 'cause i was cold too, but I'll manage.'' Lance said softly and wrapped it around Keith, his hand barely skimming against his neck. Keith trembled again. When he was cold, his skin was always very vulnerable and touchy. The slightest poke would hurt.

Keith buried himself into the the fabric, smiling slightly. It smelled like a mix of coconut and sea-salt, a little spec of lavender swirling around too. It was Lance's scent. Keith looked up again, Lance's eyes scanning Keith's features, until their eyes met. Lance held a serious look, but it soon melted away, replaced by a relieved one. ''C'mon.'' Lance mentioned and Keith followed him to the lobby behind the counter.

Keith sat down on the sofa that he had never noticed before. Well, he's never been behind the counter either, so how could he?

He curled himself up, his legs against his chest, the green cargo jacket secured around him.

The small flat screen TV on the wall exposed a dim sound, the news was on. Hunk came through the door and smiled at Keith, handing him the coffee. Keith's fingers wrapped around the heated cup graciously, as the heat spread over his skin and the hot damp hitting his face. Hunk sat beside him, reaching for the remote, and raised the volume of the television.

''We recommend for people to stay inside, the storm is above the east and south, but will spread to its advantage. It will not ease down for at least four hours approx. This is a level 11 storm, might go to 12 at sea area's. please, stay inside for your own safety. Find shelter.'' The lady spoke.

''Well, seems like we're gonna have a sleep over!'' Hunk laughed. ''How can you be so optimistic Hunk?'' Lance groaned as he sat on the counter, opposite of the sofa. ''I'm not-'' Hunk started, ''You are.'' Pidge interrupted. ''Pidge? How'd you get here?'' Lance asked confused.

''Well, my class ended and Shiro was there to look for Keith because of the storm and all, and he texted Allura, apparently the idiot walked through this rain.'' Pidge pointed outside, an angry look fixated on Keith. ''So I gave Pidge a ride, and parked in the back.'' Shiro connected.

''Sorry for causing you guys trouble...'' Keith answered in a small voice. Shiro sighed and crouched down in front of Keith, pulling their foreheads against each other, Keith relaxed. Shiro then pressed his lips against Keith's forehead.

Lance ignored the horrible, painful squeeze in his chest, that made his heart ache. 'I'm not jealous. Am i? I mean, they're brothers, they do that kind of stuff...' Lance thought, but the twisting feeling of his stomach did not go away. He felt like he was going to cry.

Even though Shiro and Keith fought a lot, and Keith being a hot head at that. They mostly made each other's life sour and hard. But they were pretty close too, they had been through a lot together. And under their hard facade, they cared and worried tremendously for each other.

Allura walked in and smiled at the sight of the two 'brothers'. Shiro pulled away from Keith and glared at him. ''You have a fever, Keith.'' Shiro said and sighed. Looking at Allura pleadingly. She understood and disappeared to the back again.

She came back and handed Keith some pills, and took the now empty cup of coffee replacing it with some room temperature water. Keith took them both and attempted to swallow the pills, failing a few times.

''Again! Slumber party! And then we're all going to be sick! Microbes!'' Hunk laughed. The rest chuckled. ''Way too optimistic.'' Pidge snorted.

''I don't think we'll have some customers, let's close early and go upstairs. You all can greet Coran!'' Allura said and smiled, pecking her boyfriends cheek.

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