Ikanaide (Shiro x Reader - Voltron)

Chapter 1 - Gaga Ball

((Author note-

Uh oh, guess who decided to start writing again? And even worse, guess who became absolute Voltron trash and decided to ignore all other books ive should of updated months ago to start a new one? Lmao yeah, it's me.

Okay, so I have no idea where I'm going with this book, but I may end up abandoning this and starting a new one where the reader is an alien instead of a human. If you like that idea more, just say so and I can start a new book. ALSO, if you have story ideas, DONT BE AFRAID TO DM ME!! I'm always welcome to potential story ideas!

Well, enough rambling, let's get onto some angst!))

It had been bliss since the beginning. (Y/n) and Shiro had been close since they first laid eyes on each other in freshman year at the Galaxy Garrison, a piloting school that doubles as a military base in the middle of nowhere. An oasis in the desert. An oasis where hundreds and hundreds of students did their best to learn the ins and outs of future technology and space travel, and an oasis where nearly everyone was constantly stressed and worried about things ranging from homework to finals that could make or break their career.

It was definitely a high stress environment, so the students and staff had cake up with some... interesting ways to features after a long day's work.

One of those ways was playing Gaga ball.

   What's Gaga ball, you may ask? Well, Gaga ball was a game originally intended to be a 'safer' version of dodgeball. It also took up less space. In the original instructions, it's supposed to be a game played with multiple players in a small ring of sorts where the aim of the game is to try and hit the opposing player below the knees with a soft foam ball. Last person left in the ring wins.

  But that version is for 'losers'. At the Garrison, when playing Gaga ball, it's not uncommon to have bets placed on which player will win, the ball is a classic rubber dodgeball, and it's definitely not uncommon for loosing players -and sometimes the winning player- to leave the ring with major bruises or occasionally major injuries.

  (Y/n) had never really been the type of person to go to Gaga ball games, much to their friends' dismay. More often than not, they had opted out of leaving their room, and preferring to either work on their vast amounts of homework (they honestly had no idea how most of the students passed their classes because of how much time most of the teenagers spent not working on homework and socializing) or to simply talk with their friends, but still not leaving the confines of the safety of their own room.

  "I absolutely refuse to let you just stay here tonight!"

   "Adia, please," (Y/n) groans.

   Their friend currently had an iron grip on their arm, attempting to drag the poor teen down the hallway, but struggling due to the fact that (Y/n) was still wearing their backpack, resulting in them basically being dead weight.

    "Please! Please come out tonight, just this once! It's not healthy for you to stay cooped up in your room, (Y/n)!"

  "No-" They tried to retort, but was cut off by Adia slapping her hand over their mouth.

   "No 'but's! You're going out tonight and that's final! I'll buy you desert for the rest of the week if you just go with me to the dumb game!"