Voltron oneshots

My boy

Lance is a Boy
Lance sat in the shower in only his underwear, cool water streaking down his back, his gaze distant and contemplating. A warm hand working it's way through his hair with an expensive shampoo. "How ya doin man?" Hunks voice was nice and soothing, Lance blessed him for using the word 'man', it was so suddle but Lance knew Hunk was trying to make him feel like a boy.
Lance shrugged slightly, looking to his friend solemnly. "Been better." He admitted, more defeated than sad.
"You wanna talk about why you were crying when we ran into each other?" There was an offering in his voice, a polite inquiry that he could have refused. He sighed and nodded.
"I wanted to find Allura to ask about... yknow." He looked to his hands "I didn't expect Shiro to be there, I wish he hadn't been." He clenched his palms and his knuckles cracked. "He scolded me when I asked, then continued to say that I didn't have to go through the things women did, I shouldn't be so insensitive and nosey." Hunk paused, he'd talk to Shiro later, he had already planned on it but now it was a definite need. He continued with his hands as Lance sat in a moment of silence before talking again. "Yknow," his voice shook, "I was seeing someone about surgery." Hunk paused again.
"Oh?"
"Bottom surgery, I had a date picked and everything. It was going to happen during Christmas break" he smiled to himself "'as a present to myself' I joked." His face fell. "Guess that's not going to happen anytime soon." Hunks heart ached to help his friend but he couldn't do anything more than be a shoulder to cry on. "At least I got top surgery." Lance always looked for silver lining, that was a major point about him, Hunk had thought multiple times that if his friend couldn't find the good in a situation, no one could. "Do you remember how excited I did was when I came out of the shower for the first time?" He looked at the wall opposing him, a small reminiscent smile on his face.
"Yeah." Hunk scoffed, "you didn't tell me you were going to get surgery, it was a surprise." He smiled, thinking back to how excited the young man had been, walking confidently out of the bathroom. Hunk had turned to Lance to ask what he wanted for dinner, expecting him to be fully clothed. To his surprise, the Cuban boy stood with hands on hips, fresh stitches placed intricately over incisions on his chest, a smile plastered to his face. There wasn't anything that had made Lance as happy as that expression of pure shock that Hunk wore, which faded instantly into a million-dollar smile. Hunk stole a glance of the scars now, healed and hardly noticeable, Lance usually covered them with make up "Don't tell me that after bottom surgery you were gonna walk out of the bathroom without a towel around your waste." That made Lance laugh, it was short lived humour but much needed. "You're pretty dude and I'd be happy for you but like, that's a little far." He patted Lances back as he reached for the detachable shower head, starting to rinse the blue paladins hair.
"Not gonna lie, I did think about it, I also thought about how it would not look like a dick at first because of the healing process." He scrunched up his nose and looked to Hunk "nobody needs to see that, it'd probably make you cross your legs." Hunk chuckled as suds ran down Lances back, he sighed and put a hand over Hunks. "Thanks man, I'll finish up..." he hesitated before standing "I don't know what to do about... about my situation." He looked to his friend for an answer, only to be met with a look of thought.
"Leave it to me, I'll be back in 30-45 minutes." He stood up and dried off his hand with a towel.
"Hunk!" Lance stopped his friend as he was about to walk through the doorway. He questioned him with a look, the blue paladin wore a compassionate expression. "Through this entire time you've helped me and supported me and here you are, doing it again." Lance awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, his solitude disappearing, if only for a moment.
And so Hunk went looking for Allura.
...to be continued...