Voltron One Shots

LANCE X MALE READER

~Smut Level: 1~
~Possible Trigger Warning? I'm not sure~
|ANONYMOUS|

You ran into the bathroom and locked yourself in the furthest stall from the entrance. You stepped up and sat on the back of the toilet and rested your feet on the seat, your face hidden behind your hands.

People were cruel. What kind of person assumes someone's gay just because they've never had a girlfriend? They were right of course, you realized you preferred guys over girls last year, but they didn't know that. And they didn't know what it was doing to you to have things like "fag" or "pussy" written across your locker without having come out yet.

Looking up and finally calming yourself down, bright pink letters caught the corner of your eye.

Sprawled across the stall wall among the profanities and signatures was one simple sentence and a number written in pink sharpie.

"If you just need a friend :) XXX-XXX-XXXX."

There wasn't any other option for you. Any friends you'd had left because of all the rumours. No one wanted to talk to you or sit near you, your lab partner even did his own projects by himself so he wouldn't have to talk to you. This was the last straw and your last chance.

You pulled your phone out of your back pocket and typed the number into the search bar before sending a simple four word text.

"I need a friend."

Sliding your phone into your sweater pocket, you leaned your head back against the wall. You'd give them until tonight. If by 12:00 am the mysterious mystery man didn't answer, you'd finish it. You couldn't handle being so lonely anymore. 

After a few minutes of waiting you decided to get back to class. Listening to teachers mull on about covalent bonds or the Russian soviet would probably be a better pass time than sitting around doing nothing.

Mrs Taylor's class was a bore. She got off topic so easily and so often that sometimes you forgot it was law class. You were actually about to fall asleep when your phone vibrated in your pocket,

You pulled it out and looked at it under the desk so you wouldn't get caught.

XXX-XXX-XXXX: Wow. Someone actually read my bathroom message

Your heart jumped in your chest. Was he mad? Was it just a joke and you weren't actually supposed to use the number?

"Sorry. . ." You sent back.

You were about to delete the number when your phone vibrated again.

XXX-XXX-XXXX: Why?

You: It just seems like you didn't actually want me to use your number

Your phone vibrated almost instantly. This person sure typed fast.

XXX-XXX-XXXX: If I didn't want anyone to use my number I wouldn't have written it in a bathroom stall with "if you need a friend" over it

"Mister (L/N), are you listening?" Mrs Taylor questioned and you stuffed your phone between your legs.

"Yes, ma'am."