Voltron High School AU

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I feel dead, but the reads made it better. I know that 16 (the amount of reads I had at the moment of writing this) isn't a lot but it's weird knowing that there are people,though not many, out there who read my fanfic. It's just really cool. Also this picture is the cutest.

I JUST FUCKING FINISHED SEASON 4 AND I'M GOING TO DIE. SO MUCH STUFF AND KEITH AND UGH. I'm really sad they didn't focus on lance that much though.

Art: @underlytrashy on Tumblr

    Keith sat down at one of the tables in the cafeteria and pulled out his phone. It was his free period and he still had forty-five minutes until his first class, sketch and drawing, started. The cafeteria wasn't too loud but it definitely wasn't quiet. He continued to scroll through Instagram and the noise around him increased as the number of students grew.

    Almost fifty sophomores had a free period in the morning and every single one always decided to spend it in the cafeteria. It made sense, they were all unbelievably sick of the school halls and since they weren't allowed to leave campus in the morning the cafeteria was their last resort.

    "Hey!" a high pitch voice yelled. Keith looked up to see a small figure sit down next to him. He looks up at the person, they have messy, dirty-blonde hair, pale skin, a small figure and large, round-framed glasses. They hold out a plastic coffee cup.

    "Here I got you some coffee," Keith glances at the cup confused, "Well, technically Hunk got it because I used his money, but still. I'm Pidge by the way, or you can call me Katie.I go by they/them pronouns" they shoved the cup further, pressing it into Keith's chest. He took the cup.

    "I, uh, thanks? I'm Keith. " Keith said still confused and flustered by their actions. Another kid sat down at the table too. This person was almost the exact opposite of Pidge. Instead of a small, pale frame, they had a large, dark one, instead of messy, dirty blond hair the new boy had straight, black hair that was parted in the middle and held back by a mustard yellow sweatband.

"This is Hunk," Pidge informed Keith while gesturing to the bigger boy, "Hunk, this is Keith."

"Hey," he greeted Keith with a smile.

"Oh, you're the one who bought the coffee?" Keith recalled Pidge's previous statement.

"No, no, no." Pidge looked offended, "I pointed out that you were sitting alone and that Hunk and I should get you a coffee and sit with you, but I didn't have any money so I used some of Hunk's. It may have been Hunks money, but it was my kind-heartedness that brought you this coffee," Pidge explains almost out of breath at the end of it because they were talking so fast. Keith wondered if they were on some type of drug. Probably not, they didn't seem like the type.

Keith took a moment to study everyone's outfits a bit more. Pidge was wearing a green turtleneck with dark grey cargo shorts, Hunk was wearing long tan pants with dark brown patches on the knees paired with a puffy green vest over a yellow, ¾ sleeved shirt, but he couldn't see what shoes they were wearing because their feet were hidden under the table.

"How did you know I liked coffee?" Keith asked after looking over their outfits, "Oh and thanks by the way...for the coffee I mean."

Hunk laughed, " Pidge has an amazing ability to tell whether people like caffeine and how they like it. It's kind of their superpower."

"Have you ever gotten it wrong?" Keith questioned curiously.

"Nope," Pidge smiled proudly, "What's your favorite way to have your coffee?"

    "Black with some milk, vanilla, and a little bit of cinnamon."

    Hunk looked knowingly at Pidge, "Try it," he gestured to the warm, white coffee cup still in Keith's hands. He took a sip, stared at the cup, then up at Pidge and Hunk.