~Voltron Oneshots 2!~

College

I hate posting the nsfw but here you go. Here's your warning

It's a cute story tho

YALL KNOW LANCE WAS GONNA BE 🏳️‍⚧️ IN ONE OF THESE
-S <3

"You can't just say th- that to me! With your stupid long hair and entrancing eyes!" Lance crows waving his hands out in front of him. He huffs as Hunk pulls him into his chair. Lance and Hunk are inseparable best friends and are in their second year here. Lance is a twenty-two year old marine biology major, and all I know about him is the fact that English is not his first language.

When he's not paying attention he mixes up phrases but no one mentions them. He's lanky and is always attached to Hunk's hip. The big brunette on the other hand is just that. He's a few inches taller than me and he's pretty stout. I think he's on a sports team around here but I'm not sure.

"Was- was that supposed to be an insult?" Pidge questions, fighting hard to hold back their laughter. The teen wheezes, wrapping a thin arm around their chest. They are in short- a genius. Sixteen and they're already in their final year of a bachelor's degree.

"All I asked was why doing your hair in class is so important?" I deadpan. I have one class with Lance, two classes with Hunk and Pidge likes to sit in the art room. My brother lives in the city with his two roommates, one of which is Pidge's brother. "Of course it is! The ladies love my hair routine! Why're you watching?" He sticks his tongue out childishly and I roll my eyes.

"You guys still coming out to Bee's right? Beezer and his band are playing!" Pidge asks, just as I had my retort on the top of my tongue. I grumble and go back to my book, tuning into the three stooges' conversation. A freckled hand smacks itself down on my book and I send the gremlin a glare.

"What child? My book!" She waves me off and repeats her question gesturing to the two across the table. "They're going!" I click my tongue and nod. Bee's is a local burger joint turned bar, they're open till three. The kid likes the band and their trivia nights, I've been dragged to one so far. "Mullets gotta come. I'm gonna see how many shots it takes to get him dancing with me and Matt on the stage!" Lance chirps, scooting his chair not so silently towards mine. His arm drapes on mine as he leans in close, scanning the book I'm reading. Girl In Pieces. A tragic but oddly comforting piece of literature. "You in or out? Out drink me?" The scoff that claws its way out of my throat is immediate.

"Listen if you actually come you can hang out with me and Matt." Shiro my brother states. He's stood arms crossed in my dorm room door, staring at the schoolwork I have up on my laptop. I give him a short shrug and continue digging through my makeshift dresser.

I was actually looking for an outfit when he came in. "I'm in the middle of getting ready- you know you're lucky my ass wasn't out when you walked in-" he shoves me lightly and makes his way to my desk chair. "You're willingly coming to Bee's with us? Are you- is there a girl-guy? The band?" I ignore his pestering and quickly swap out my comfortable study sweats for my natural jeans and black t-shirt.

It's a chaotic ride to the burger-bar? I'm sure not only Lance and I planned on drinking so we've walked to and plan on walking back. Hunk, Pidge, and Lance are all crowded around the corner booth table, arguing about god knows what as I spot them. Matt slides in first, next to the Cuban boy. I'm pushed in and Shiro makes room for Allura.

I'm not sure if he's got a thing for her, but I say the same for Matt. It wouldn't be so surprising if all three of them were together. At least it wouldn't surprise me, Shiro is a disaster. "Mullet you ready to lose?" The Cuban man calls over Matt, ignoring Hunk's pleas to be moderately quiet. He gingerly scoots a shot glass in front of me and it takes all I have not to laugh.