Voltron One Shots

Shance Sword Training

Summary: Lance asks Shiro to help him with sword training.

A/N: This is a random happy thing that I wrote for you guys because of all the pain I've caused you lol.

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"Hey, Shiro" Lance stood awkwardly in the doorway to Shiro's room. He looked like he was getting ready for bed. Shiro looked up from his place on the floor, where he was doing pushups.

"Yeah?" he asked, grunting as he stood up. Lance pulled his eyes away from the flexing muscles in Shiro's arms.

"Uh," he shook his head, trying to remember why he was there. "N- Never mind. You look busy" he said, turning to leave.

"I'm not busy" Shiro said before Lance could leave the room. "You need something?" Lance leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms nonchalantly.

"It's just..." he scratched the back of his neck. "My bayard is a sword now and I... I don't really know how to fight with it. I mean I never learned how to use a sword. I just thought maybe you could teach me or something." Shiro shifted his weight and pursed his lips. "It's cool if you can't" he added. Shiro cocked his head at Lance and smiled.

"Of course I'll help you" he said. "Do you want to start now?" Lance dropped his arms.

"Yeah, I mean, if you're not going to bed" Shiro laughed as he grabbed his water bottle off of his dresser.

"Believe me, I wasn't going to get any sleep. Why do you think I was doing pushups?" The edges of Lance's lips quirked up.

"I thought that's what buff dudes did every night?" Shiro laughed in surprise as the two began walking down the hallway.

"Buff... dudes?" he asked.

"Yeah, you know, big dudes. Muscular guy. Jocks. Like Thor. Just, fuckin ripped" he punched Shiro lightly on the shoulder. He winced at shook his hand in pain. "Fuck! What, are you made of rocks? Jesus!" Shiro let out a startled laugh.

"No?" he said. Lance opened his mouth to explain that it was a joke, but then shook his head. They walked in silence for a while before Shiro nudged Lance's shoulder with his own. "More like Captain America, I think" A grin stretched across Lance's face.

"More like Bucky" he said, gesturing to Shiro's arm. Shiro laughed loudly, gripping his chest. Lance couldn't help but laugh too. Shiro's laugh was contagious.

"Will you two shut it!" Pidge called, suddenly appearing in the doorway in front of them. "It's two in the fucking morning!"

"Oh, shit" Shiro said quietly, so only Lance could hear. "Sorry, Pidge!" Lance snorted. He'd never heard Shiro curse before. Pidge glared at the two before stomping back into her room. "I guess we should try and be quieter" Lance giggled as they quietly walked the rest of the way to the training room.

A few minutes later they were both standing in the eerily silent training room. Lance was standing in the middle of the floor with one of the training swords, and Shiro was stood off to the side. "This place is creepy at night" Lance said, squinting because of the harsh light.

"You know we have no way of knowing when it's night time" Shiro reminded him. "Allura rigged the lights in the castle to resemble the sun on Earth so that our bodies didn't freak out"

"Is that the scientific term?" Lance asked playfully.

"Yes" Shiro said deadpanned. Lance wouldn't have known he was joking if he hadn't cracked a smile after he said it. Lance grinned.

"You're funny" he pointed out. "Why don't you make jokes more often?" Shiro chuckled.

"Would you have respected me as much if I joked around with you when we first got here?" he asked.