The Cards We've Been Dealt, The Hand We've Played

The communicator beeped a few times, and Matt’s voice rang through. “Shiro! What do you need this time? I’m in the middle of class.” Thankfully, he only sounded a tad bit exasperated. “You’re lucky that you’re a ranking officer and the professors love you like crazy.”“I can’t find Keith.”Matt was silent for a moment. “You checked all our hideouts, I presume?”“Yes. Even the roof.”“Have you, I don’t know, checked his room?”Shiro wanted to slap himself. He swore he could hear Matt’s growing Cheshire grin.“I’ll take that as a no, then. Tell me when you find him, ‘kay?” Warning: Character death mentioned. The mood of this story is drastically different compared to the rest of the series.