the White Lion (Voltron x reader) •^•

chapter 9

(Y/n)'s P.O.V.

Lance and I arrived in the dining room a few doboshes later, him leading me as I trailed behind with my arms crossed. Everyone else was already seated, and Lance instantly walked to what seemed to be where he routinely sat. Feeling out of place, I stood in the doorway awkwardly, my arms still crossed as I tightened my grip on both limbs. I felt everyone staring at me and I felt even more like an outsider suddenly. Shiro turned in his seat and sent me a warm smile before scooting his seat over slightly and pulling another hovering chair beside him.

"You can sit next to me, Cyanizak," he said kindly, and my eyes widened slightly at the simple gesture behind my helmet for a moment before I let out a soft exhale, walking over and taking a seat next to Shiro.

Why are all these people so nice?

"Thanks," I murmured, still somewhat apprehensive. I sat on the edge of the seat stiffly, my feet planted an even distance on the ground and shoulders squared, my posture perfectly straight and my arms tensed at my sides as I kept my head bowed slightly. Lance took notice of my uncomfortably pristine way of sitting and laughed a little bit. I raised my head to look at him, confused. He was slouching on the back of his seat with an arm propped up, looking completely carefree.

"Geez Cyanizak, chill. You don't have to sit like you're about to book it 24/7," he stated, waving a hand in the air vaguely. I tilted my head at his strange usage of words, but didn't question their meaning. I understood what he meant for the most part.

"Oh. It was a part of my training," I stated blankly, then tried to loosen myself up, imitating Lance's slouched posture and only succeeding in looking like I was a hunchback. "Like this?" Lance shot up in his seat, offended as he stared at me with his mouth agape.

"Pah! I do not sit like that!" He protested, but everyone else had already burst out into laughter at my attempt to copy the way Lance sits.

Pidge pitched in, wiping amused tears from the corners of her eyes as she snorted slightly, "I don't know Lance, that was pretty spot on!"

"Good one Cyanizak!" Hunk complemented through his laughter, patting me on the back.

"That was quite amusing," Allura added, smiling. Even Keith was laughing.

"Monkey see, monkey do," he teased, and Lance huffed, pouting while I was still trying to figure out what was so funny.

"Nice try, Cyanizak," Shiro chuckled, "but how about you just stick to whatever is most comfortable?"

I nodded and went back to my straight posture, but now I was a bit more relaxed. I wasn't on the edge of my seat anymore, my shoulders rested comfortably, and I crossed my legs loosely, resting my arms across my chest.

"Better?" Shiro asked, and I nodded again.

"Cyanizak?" Allura asked, and I turned my gaze to her, tilting my head for her to continue. "I would like to apologize to you for assuming that you were some sort of Galran spy sent to gather intel or assassinate us. It was wrong of me to accuse you of something based on my own biased opinion. I'm sorry." The table went silent.

"Yeah, me too," Keith admitted quietly, "I'm sorry. I started it." Then Coran walked in, balancing several dishes of what looked to be green goo.

"I would like to apologize as well," he pitched in as he set the plates of green goo in front of each of us, "I also made a poor decision to blame you based on unjustified - actually nonexistent - evidence. I'm sorry." I stared at them through my helmet visor incredulously, caught off guard by all the sudden apologies.

"Uh... It's fine..." I responded awkwardly, unsure what else to do. Luckily, this seemed to diffuse the tension at the table and everyone let out an unconscious sigh.