As Shiro slept quietly, Keith snuck into the living room.

He sat down on the couch and sighs, putting his head in his hands.

- Flashback to that morning -

Lance and Keith were the last ones in the boxing ring. Everyone else had gone home. Keith had taken off his gloves, watching Lance hit against a boxing bag.

"You know, you'll be sore tomorrow," Keith noted.

"I need to get this anger out," Lance heathed inbetween hits.

"I know, but you can't destroy yourself in the process-"

"Butt out, Keith!" Lance snapped. He then continued hitting the bag.

Keith's eyebrows furrowed. "Excuse me? Lance, calm down, I was just saying because-"

"Keith, I really can't right now!" Lance continued punching.

Anger pulsed through Keith's veins and he raised his voice, "Can't what? Can't talk to me?"

Lance growled, "Every time I try to do something for myself, you always butt in! Just let it go, Keith!"

"I'm just caring about your well-being! You don't have to treat me like dirt when I'm doing you a favor-!"

"Stop it, Keith!"

"Stop what?"

"Being selfish! I'm in a bad place right now, leave me alone!"

Keith growled in frustration, "You wanna be alone? Fine! Good luck being on your own."

Keith stormed to the locker room and paced. He grabbed his gloves and walked to the other end of the building. Shiro is supposed to be picking them up, but forget Lance, he thought.

F*ck you, Lance.

- End of Flashback -

Tears began trekking down Keith's cheeks. His shoulder jumped as he cried into his hands.

Why me? he thought, but then he yelled at himself internally for being pathetic, self-centered and self-pitying. He sighed and took a deep breath as he collected himself. He wiped his cheeks, and stared at the front door. He wanted to go find Lance to make amends, but he couldn't even guess where Lance would be tonight.

Keith thought about how Shiro would feel if he knew Lance hadn't come home yet. Shiro and Lance weren't a thing, but they were starting to feel more and more connected as Keith was dating them both.

This is a sticky mess, Keith thought. What if Lance hurts himself? Or someone else? I shouldn't have f*cking left him, we shouldn't have fought!

Keith growled and stood up, unsure of what to do. F*ck, Lance...