Requested by sunshine_comrade

Ship: Shklance (Shiro X Keith X Lance)
Ages: Shiro - 22, Keith - 20, Lance - 19
Type: Angst

Keith growled, wacking the punching bad as hard as he could. He's just a dumb*ss, he told himself. Who the f*ck is he to... Keith punched the bag so hard his fists nearly bled through his gloves.

He breathed heavily, pausing. Sweat beaded down his body as if he's taken a shower. He groaned to himself in irritation.

"What a sh*thead," he said aloud.

Suddenly, he felt thick arms wrap around him, "You okay? I saw what happened."

Keith sighed and stared at the floor, wrapping his arm's around Shiro's, "Hey, babe. Yeah, I'm fine."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Shiro kissed Keith's neck.

Keith turned around so that he was facing his boyfriend. He smiled and played with Shiro's white tuff of hair, then looked down.

"I'm just sad that it was so easy for him to say something like that to me," Keith explained.

Shiro pulled him into a hug, "He was angry. He grasped onto anything that could make his defense make sense."

Keith nodded, "I know, but it sucks. I wish it never happened, Shiro. I may not know how to love, but I'm not a fighter. Not towards those I care about."

"You know how to love," Shiro assured. "Fights just happen sometimes. Especially with people we care about."

Keith leaned against Shiro, feeling his shoulder as he hung on to the older boy, "Thanks, Shiro."

Shiro held him tighter, "Let's go home. Let's cuddle. We'll worry about this later. I love you."

Keith smiled lightly, and nodded. Shiro's right, self-care is important right now. "Okay, let's go."

This will be broken up into 3+ plus parts (probably 4). Enjoy!