WARNING: EXTREME FLUFF AND SLIGHT ANGST BUT MOSTLY BUT LANCE BEING A TEENAGER (hes 22 but still)
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The strong scent of gas coated Lance's senses as he flipped his pancake with a skill he only has by watching his best friend in the kitchen.
Lance was worried, annoyed, and tired at the ass crack of 3 am as he stared down at the stove. He only spared a glance at the plate full of banana and blueberry pancakes when another loud 'thump' reached his sensitive ears.
Normally, the Cuban would be asleep, gettting his well wanted rest for college after staying up till midnight studying for a test in his Marines biology class, but as of now, Lance couldn't shut his blue eyes even if he wanted too.
Letting out a small huff of exhausted air, He turned off the fire and grabbed the plate before dropping the last pancake onto the rest.
Hey, I didn't burn them this time.
Lance knew the man's schedule by now, at least he figured it was a dude. Since the persom below his third floor apartment moved in, Lance has been woken up by all sorts of terrifying noises throughout the night; rather it'd be the deep voice yelling to "leave my arm alone" and "get away from me", or loud thumps, much like metal against metal.
At first he thought it was a prank, like that one really not smart good idea that pops into a drunk adults head, but after a week of this happening inconsistently, he figured out very quickly that it was, in fact, not a prank.
A few days after that, Lance heard rumours going around the complex that the room below him was occupied by an ex-military pilot, who was honorably discharged after being injured.
Shortly after that, lance didn't cry and binge watch the latest episodes of Boku No Hero Academia while eating 3 tubs of chocolate ice cream before working up the courage to do something about it, which brought his ass to now.
And that was to make food and leave a sticky note.
The Cuban breathed and looked at his clock as he strained his ears, searching for the sound of running water.
4:15 am.
Right then, Lance whooped eternally as the shower below his flat turned on. Meaning he had 10 minutes to bring the food down to his door and get back up before he left for what Lance assumed was to go jogging.
Snatching his blue sticky note pad and the kitty pen he left on the counter, Lance balanced the full plate in his hand as he struggled momentarily to open his own damn door and scrambled to the evaluator.
The stereotypical music played inside the empty box as he ripped one of the small papers off and took of his pens cap with his teeth before slapping the blue note onto the mirror walls inside the slowing evaluator. Lance ignored his nagging mind at the fact that he went out in a hello kitty t-shirt and spongebob booty shorts and wrote as neatly as he could with filled hands.
Have a nice day ;)
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When Shiro woke up, he was still heaving and his chest felt like there was a snake constricting tightly, breaking his ribcage with a happiness only the luxury of coldness can afford.
Black inked dripped from the cracks in the walls and doors, whispering nonsense to his sharp senses, clouding his mind in ash and large scraps of metal.
Invisible hands shot out from the darkness of corners and the nails he called claws dragged Shiro off the sweat stained sheets, leaving silver eyes frantic.
He wished the black would just swallow him up, instead of this repeated torture he suffered through. Shiro wished he died in his jet if it meant he wouldn't witness the enemy uniforn, if it meant he didnt go through weeks of hell, if it meant he didnt get his arm slowly ripped off by the orders of high ranks before the camp was stormed by his own team.
If it meant he wouldn't have to see the black.
He brought up his right arm, the wires lighting up and whirling, a sound he's far too used too as his hand fisted, metal knuckles popping out slightly as Shiro punched straight through the cackling ink and through the wall.
As the black seemed to evaporate, Shiro's breathing settled into something a little above calm and he looked at where his cybor prosthetic was wrist deep into the cream colored wall. The lights died out as a dis-heartening sigh escaped his thin lips, depression becoming ugly at the sharp edge of his self-rejecting mind.
Taking his hand out of the now cracked and damaged wall, Shiro stole a glare to his alarm, where he read the time that was bold in red he didnt want to think about, knowing itd be compared to an entirely different subject.
4:09 am.
Time to get ready for work.
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Shiro did a double take when he opened the front door.
Sitting on the little stand in the hallway right outside his door, was a plate of steaming pancakes that barely managed to balance itself on the small table. Above the very full plate was a blue piece of squared paper with what Shiro thought was chicken scratch until he stepped right infront of it, eyes widening in surprise.
Have a nice day ;)
Shiro smiled for what felt like the first time in a very long time.
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Boom bitch
This was an impulsive idea at 4 am so 4 am was written in it because who actually sleeps these days lmao NO ONE BUT THE NERDS :D defs not proof read through lol
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FanficTheres a man who just moved in below Lance's third floor apartment
