Voltron Langst Prompts

Is it all on me? (W.i.p.)

This is the only site that gets extra writing from me ;0 thought it's more drabbles and stuff but I do write more on here than anything else.

A lil something from Hunk's P.O.V.
Plus a deleted scene from my other story "Together We'll Make It Through Somehow" which sound update soon hopefully.

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Hunk was stressed.

And when he got stressed, he baked.

He cooked batches upon batches of whatever he could manage to find, whether it be cookies or cakes or just whipping up some random snack to munch on. He could bake for hours without even realizing it. Obsessively cooking one thing after the other. Looking for the littlest mistake as he would seem that batch unacceptable and move on to the next one.

It was a sort of coping mechanism he developed when he was younger. Baking was a comforting and familiar hobby for him, something that was easy and fun. Something to distract his mind from whatever it was that his anxiety decided to latch onto.

Like the fact that Lance was avoiding him. Was avoiding all of them.

It had been weeks since his outburst, and the team had (mostly) forgotten it, or they remembered but chose not to bring it up. Hunk couldn't help but feel they should, but honestly...? How would they? Even he didn't know how to confront Lance, his best friend! About this.

Was he a bad friend?

Hunk hissed, snapping his hand back from the burning tray.

Right. Still hot.

The Samoan man frowned deeply, pressing his heated thumb to his lips as he stood there, deep in thought. Something wasn't right. Lance never isolated himself, not since...

No. He wouldn't do that again, especially not in space.

...Would he?

Hunk thought it over. Lance was outgoing, he was optimistic and open. He told Hunk about everything; his crushes, his homesickness, his anxieties, his insecurities. Lance was confident, flirtatious and handsome. He prided himself in appearances.

Maybe a bit... too much.

But that couldn't mean anything could it? Lance was just dramatic, but he wouldn't go that far.

Would he?

"Hard as it is
In the coming days
I watch my friend
In his strange unnatural state
Don't let him out of my sight
He trails off
Stares at nothing
Laughs at random
And the letters come."

Lance was quiet. Uncharacteristically melancholy and secluded. Why? Hunk was not sure, and he was his best friend! They told each other everything.

Yet Lance had not talked to him in days.

Of course, there were the occasional conversations and hellos. But they were less often as the days went by. Sometimes he'd catch him staring off into nothing, which wasn't anything unusual as Lance did that very often. But it had been happening more often recently, and his gaze was no longer one of curious deep thoughts. His gaze was sad and lonely, and whenever Hunk would bring it up the boy would simply laugh and wave it off.

Hunk wasn't sure how to get through to him.