Shiro is having a bad day and the universe seems intent on making it worse. Thankfully, he's not alone anymore.

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Shiro was having a bad day.

He woke up from a nightmare he can't remember and his Galra arm was being a bother, the phantom pain that kept haunting him seemed to intensify.

The day kept getting worse when Hunk told them that they had ran out of ingredients so they have to eat space goo for awhile and while Shiro wouldn't usually mind it, today is just a bad day and the food goo reminded him a little of the time when he spent being a prisoner of the Galras. Nevertheless, he forced himself to eat it because he needed the energy to go through the already awful day.

When Allura told them about a planet that needed to be freed from the Galras a few moments later, Shiro had to bit back a groan. He was tired and felt like he could collapse at any second but he can't because a planet needed the Voltron and without him, there will be no Voltron.

Thankfully, there weren't that many Galra bases on that planet and they were easy to destroy so they were able to free the planet really quick.

Unfortunately, not all Galras were taken down when their bases blew up. Turns out, there were some teams that had been deployed in order to capture the natives.

Which was how it had led them to his current situation, kneeling in front of a Galra while bleeding heavily from an attack he took while trying to save a native.

He really should have been aware of his surroundings but the phantom pain from his arm kept distracting him, and now he paid the price. Stupid arm.

Glaring defiantly at the Galra in front of him, Shiro hoped the native he saved is in a safe distance so he/she/them(?) won't be able to see his death. He also hoped his team wouldn't be too sad after this. "My kids are going to kill you after this." Shiro warned the Galra but the alien pain no mind to his words.

Before the Galra could swing his blade down towards Shiro, a green cord had wrapped around its body and let out a jolt of intense and concentrated electricity, enough to knock the alien out cold.

Looking up, Shiro smiled proudly at the green paladin. "That's my girl," Shiro praised before he fell to his side and blacked out.

When he opened his eyes, he was faintly aware of the familiar glass in front of him before it disappeared. Shiro stumbled out of the pod, disoriented, before he landed into a pair of strong and warm arms, Hunk's arms.

"Hey, dad. Glad to see you finally decided to join us, youngsters." Hunk greeted jokingly with a sniff. He clearly had been crying just a few moments ago. Shiro gave a smile at the gentle giant. "Thanks for catching me, Hunk."

"Shiro!" Pidge shouted as she ran towards him and wedged herself between the two men, hugging Shiro's body tightly and buried her face into his pod shirt. "You're okay!" she cried in relief.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm okay. You saved me, remember?" Shiro murmured while rubbing her back in a soothing manner. Pidge just nodded in silence, her grip tightening.

The rest of the team silently joined them, Allura and Coran included, assuring themselves and others that they still have each other, that they still haven't lost one another, that they're still here, alive and breathing.

After a few dobashes, they slowly untangled themselves from their group hug. No one commented a thing when they saw Allura wiping away a tear or Keith clutching tightly at Lance's jacket or Shiro hugging Pidge a bit longer. They just smiled at each other in understanding, knowing that they have each other's back.