a/N: Season 6 completely destroyed everyone emotionally and physically. This is before the big ass clone Shiro reveal.
Also it's pretty short
Also it's a bit of angst
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You stood in front of Shiro. But it wasn't your Shiro. Not the one who saved you from the Galra. Not the one who who held you close to him every single night. Not that Shiro. Not your Shiro.
Glaring at the behind of "Shiro's" head, you stood next to Pidge whom was too busy tinkering with her gadgets and tracking down the next move of the Galra. You crossed your arms, glaring heavily at this imposter. Your Shiro wouldn't allow Keith to leave Voltron. Your Shiro wouldn't have to struggled with the Black Lion. No. He wouldn't have.
"[Y/N]? [Y/N]!" The smaller female called out for you,
"H-Huh? What is it Pidge?"
"What's wrong? You've been glaring at Shiro for the past 10 minutes without blinking. Is something bothering you? Did Shiro do something?" She asked. You could hear the worry in her voice and the concern in her eyes. Your glare soften at her. You were always fond of Allura and Pidge, being the only two other females in the Voltron team.
"No nothing. I was just deep in thought on what Lotor and the Galra might have been planning." You lied, giving her a small yet fake smile. She nodded before returning to tinkering with her object. You turn back to Shiro, whom was busy with Lance and Hunk. He was chosen as the person who'd taste their 'space cookies'.
"Hey [Y/N]! Why are you glaring at us? Is it because of how adorable I am~?" Lance smirked, striking a "sexy" pose for you. You giggled and made your way to the flirtatious boy.
"You ARE adorable but you aren't hot like Shiro, Lancey Lance." The way that Shiro stared at you. The smile he wore. It looked...wrong
He looked wrong. The Shiro you knew had genuine smiles with soft grins and gentle touches. Not a lazy half baked smile which blatantly showed no love or affection. Not to you anyways.
And his eyes...That is what scared you the most. His eyes weren't their normal color anymore. It felt as if they were hiding something. Something frightening. Some gigantic secret. You did not feel that safe feeling you felt with your Shiro. Not this fake imposter.
As Lance and the others laughed, you stared at Shiro who was chuckling at this. Your blunt facial expressions began to form into angry ones as you felt the need to punch whoever this Shiro imposter was.
This wasn't Shiro. This copycat look alike was nothing like Shiro. Despite the similar hair, scar, and clothes, hell even the same voice, it wasn't Shiro and you knew deep in your heart that this isn't the Shiro you knew. The one you loved. The one you never got tell who much you adored and loved him before he went missing.
He wasn't your Shiro.
