#blacklicned

Whenever he got the chance,   Keith dragged himself out to the campus’s running track.   There was a gym,   too,   that he frequented after and sometimes before class.   Nothing really beat the rush of fresh air,   however,   as he raced around the track,   sneakers pounding into the red asphalt in an accompanying rhythm to his fast beating heart.   As he came to the finish line,   he tapered off into a jog,   and then a walk,   catching his breath.   Team try outs were looming at the end of the month and he wanted to be ready;   that also meant there were other students also training.   He recognised Shiro’s form by the benches,    apparently warming up or warming down.   ‘ Hey ! ’ he called,   waving a hand and jogging over,   pushing a sweaty fringe out of his eyes.   ‘ You training ?? ’

               He felt a burning hot sensation in his side, and his breath was shaky as he struggled to stand. “We need to go back, right now.”

Pidge shook their head and squinted.  “Shiro?  Is that you?  I can barely see you...”

aaaaand im gonna stop there