Felicity

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Keith

"Let's just sit down... And talk about this. Okay?" Hunk tried to stop the negative feeling in the air before turning to me and reaching a hand out. "We won't hurt you. We're a team. And as a team, we should be helping each other; not shouting until we reach an agreement, okay?"

"Fine." I huff before grabbing his hand slowly, stepping away from the machine; the others watching our every move.

"Good. Now everyone ask one question and make it count. We don't want to overwhelm him." Hunk smiles genuinely, trying to soften the meaning of his words before I flinched lightly.

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Seated in the lounge, everyone watched me closely as I stared at the ground; an awkward silence washed over us as no one spoke for a few ticks before Coran cleated his throat, starting the conversation.

"Okay. Since no one wishes to talk, I shall ask first. When have you presented? I was under the assumption you were a late bloomer." The ginger male smiled weakly at me as I smiled back gently before rubbing my hand.

"I... presented a year later than the normal age for humans. 14, I think. One moment I was talking about Garrison admissions and parties with one of my foster brothers; the next I was in the phase of conversion and was assigned an omega therapist." I explained as he hummed before Hunk raised his hand happily. "Yes?"

"How are you a fox? I've been wondering this for a while and there are no documented foxes on Earth. Are you aware that you're the first and only fox?" He questions curiously as I tap my chin, thinking of an actual answer.

"I knew I was the first fox on Earth... I don't really know the science behind it, but it might be because my dad was a husky of some sort and my mom was Galra. Cross species DNA? Or something like that." I tried my hardest to answer before Pidge raised her eyebrow and leaned back in her seat.

"Do you like dudes or something? You've never had interest in any girls from what I've noticed over the past year at the Garrison. You've never spoken to anyone. And maybe that way because of your cover, but wouldn't you have an urge to be with an alpha if you presented years ago?" She inquires as I sigh, shrugging my shoulders.

"I don't know. I haven't had my first heat yet, so I wouldn't know what my inner omega wants. I haven't been in touch with it nor have I really tried since... the memory." I coughed lightly to relieve the tension on my shoulders. "But yeah. I've been on meds for the past few years, so that also might have stumped a few things. Like my height as well..."

"Wait, wait, wait. That's not your real height, Keith?" Allura questions as I slowly shake my head, causing small hums in confusion.

"I've been wearing height deception shoes since I've entered the Garrison. The few feet that I lost when I became an omega was instantly given back when wearing them." I explained as Allura pointed at them from her seat on the other side of the couch.

"So are you comfortable with me asking for you to take them off for the rest of the conversation. Just to get a sense of where you stand, literally."

Leaning over, I untie my shoe laces and slip off the shoes; one by one. I then close my eyes as I stand up, hearing everyone else stand up as well before hearing small gasps and a coo of adoration.

"You're still taller than Pidge but now you're way smaller than Lance. How is that possible?" Hunk speaks up as I open my eyes and look up at practically everyone except Pidge, who was only a foot or so shorter than me.

They were right. Without the shoes, I went from being 6'2 to being 5'7. Pidge was around 4'11 for being 14.

"Yeah, yeah. Is that all the questions you have for-?" I begin to ask as Lance walks over to the front of me, bending down to my height as he looks into my eyes sternly. "W-what?"

"Who were they?" He asks as everyone grows quiet, looking at me intently.

"Who was who?" I ask, genuinely forgetting that they saw everything.

"The two guys. The alpha and beta in your memory. Who are they? Do they go to the Garrison?" He asks again as my eyes widen, tears threatening to leak out.

"I... I don't know them. They're James' friends, I guess. They might go to the Garrison. I'm not sure if they got in..." I mumble the last part as Hunk raises an eyebrow.

"Not sure if they got in? Why wouldn't they get in if you didn't tell anyone?" He asks as Pidge rubs her chin, thinking of her own ways before I sigh; telling them.

"I... I told my therapist. She sensed something was wrong with me one day and I couldn't answer her. So she asked yes or no questions and I nodded if she was right. She must have reported it and got it on their permanent records since she wanted to do her job so bad."

"What's the name of your therapist?" Lance asks, his voice growing deeper as I shake my head.

"You know... that's enough questions for today. I'm tired, so let's just drop this for today. Okay? I'm going to head to my room for the night." I mumble before giving an uncomfortable smile to Lance before grabbing my shoes and pushing past the team, heading straight for the doors.

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Bam, late Valentine's Day update. I'm so glad I can update and use experience I got from dating the past 4 months. I can breathe~!

~Shadow Out!🌑