“Have you guys noticed how much stranger Lance has been acting recently?” Keith ask the group while they sit in the lounge.
“I haven’t noticed anything.” Shiro replies
“Me neither.” Coran and Allura say in unison.
“Well...he was acting strange during training, but maybe he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” Pidge suggest.
“Are you serious?! You mean you guys haven’t noticed how much time he has been spending in his room, not bothering to eat, or hang out with us together?"
“Well I guess...? Maybe I should go check on him, he is my best friend after all.” Hunk states.
Shortly after, Hunk leaves the lounge area to check on Lance, but he didn’t go alone; Shiro and Keith followed Hunk quietly behind.
Hunk slowly opened up Lances door.“Hey buddy...” Hunk greets, but only finds Lance lying in his bed in a ball sleeping. Hunk, Shiro, and Keith slowly creep into his room observing him and the bedroom.
“Was he crying?” Keith whispers as he noticed dry tears on Lance’s face.
“No way.” Hunk responds as he moves to Keith’s direction to see Lance’s face.
“We should leave.” Shiro suggest signaling Hunk and Keith to leave the room. But before Keith leaves the room he noticed a piece of paper sticking out of Lance’s sweater pocket, and picks it up. Keith noticed all the people on the photograph.
Keith thinks to himself, Who are these people?
“Keith!” Shiro calls in a whisper tone.
“Coming..” Keith responds stuffing the photo into his pocket, and leaves the room.
Sorry for the short chapters! I like doing it in a short manner because it’s like a hook for my readers! Hope you enjoyed and keep doing so. じゃあね。

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FanfictionLance McClain, the Paladin of the Blue Lion, is beginning to have major regrets about joining Voltron, and if he should stay much longer. *There will be contents of self harm and blood: ages prefered 12 and up*