Voltron One-Shots

Memory of Us (Platonic Shiro x Paladins) Requested by Kamiko_1234

I am so sorry that I didn't get this posted earlier, I had midterm exams and life got busy. 

"Shiro? Shiro are you there? Shiro?!" A painful wave of voices rushed over him, coming from some sort of intercom. The voices were too loud and caused his head to throb and spin. 

"Stop. Don't talk," he managed to croak out, before lapsing into an unconscious silence. 

When he opened his eyes, he felt slightly better and was able to look around. He was lying in a bed,  surrounded by a crowd of strange people. There were six of them in total and they all looked very worried, but he had no idea who any of them were. He barely remembered who he was. 

"How are you feeling, Shiro?" one of them, a boy with black hair asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

"I-I don't know," he replied, his voice cracking a little. "Who are you?"

"I'm Keith," the boy replied, and a crease appeared in his forehead. "What happened?"

"Something happened? I don't remember anything." He felt like he should've remembered. There was something important that he was forgetting, that was somewhere in his mind but beyond his comprehension. 

"Coran, what's wrong with him?" Keith demanded, addressing an older looking man with orange hair, pointy ears, and turquoise markings on his face. "Did you run his diagnostics?" 

"Yes, and several times," the man replied. "Nothing seems wrong." 

"It seems like he has amnesia," another person said, someone short, with glasses and a short haircut. "I'm not sure how bad it is." 

"No! No, it can't be. This isn't happening," Keith cried out, and it almost seemed like something was crumpling within him. 

"Hey, it's ok," another person comforted him, this one a boy with tan skin and brown hair. He wrapped a comforting arm around Keith's shoulders. "He'll recover from this. People recover from these things, right? Pidge, right?"

"Well..." the short one, apparently named Pidge started, but another boy cut in.

"Yes, of course. He'll recover, definitely. It might take some time, well a lot of time probably, but..."

"Hunk, I don't think it's helping," the last of the strange people, a woman with white hair, pointy ears, and pink markings stopped him. Everyone grew quiet, staring at him as if expecting him to remember everything he had evidently forgotten. 

"Listen, I'm sorry," he spoke finally. "I really can't remember. I don't even know my own name." 

"It's alright, nothing to apologize for," the white haired one assured him. "None of this is your fault. It's just...well you were our leader in a way. You were very brave and looked out for all of us. Everyone here is very close to you, so the idea of you being gone, it's shaken everyone up." 

"I see," he mused. "Well, maybe I can become that for you again. I mean, not everything is lost yet, right?" 

"You should rest," Pidge said, while the two boys led Keith away. "We'll go think about what to do, ok? Maybe there'll be some improvements." 

Everyone left, and he was alone, trying to see if he could pull up any bits of his memory. However, there was nothing, and it was the most crushing feeling to deal with everyone's fallen faces when they saw that he hadn't improved. 

"Well, I guess we might as well tell him who he is," Coran shrugged. "And who we are. Zarkon certainly isn't going to wait around for him to regain his memory." 

"Keith should do it," one of the boys suggested. "He was closest to Shiro." 

"Is that my name?" he asked, feeling a sort of familiarity from it.