apocalypse | voltron au

chapter one - before

[ one month prior ]

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     "hunk!" lance yelled out from the restroom, door closed and locked, "did you use all of our toothpaste?"

hunk rolled his chocolate colored eyes, sitting on the messed up sheets covering his bed, "perhaps, but i could've sworn there was an extra tube-"

a loud grunt sounded from behind the door, followed by cabinets opening and closing.

lance opened the door, clearly annoyed. he glared at hunk but continued on to his closet, shoving his hand in and grabbing his already picked out outfit for the day.

lance had already been stressed enough from college, and now he has to go a long day with smelly breath? a true horror. gum wouldn't substitute for long, and the cuban boy knew that.

the other boy, sitting on the bed, turned up the muted television, the news station now ringing out over lance's harsh grumbling.

"... a new report states that more and more people in the united states are coming down with an unknown sickness. symptoms of this disease are: zombie-like characteristics, severe headaches, skin flaking, hair loss, a major appetite, memory loss, and puking blood and an unknown substance. scientists are perplexed by this sudden outburst, but they are working on an answer. and now, for the weather ..."

hunk sighed, his humorous mood now faded into a sorrowful pout, "the new outbreak of.. whatever it is, is getting worse. we'll have to skip school and stay indoors if it continues like this.."

lance scoffed and turned his head towards hunk, "yeah right, it's probably just something like the flu or strep. she didn't bring up people dying from it so what's the prob?"

"okay but, people can die from it. that's the prob."

"whatever," lance mumbled, "i'm just trying to stay as positive as possible. i have an exam today, i don't need this slaughtering my mood."

hunk actually agreed with that, as he had a small test and he truly needed to focus on it as well.

"we're gonna be late, hunk! hurry your ass up!"

"i'm going to be 'fashionably late', just like how you always are apparently."

at that, lance quickly flipped him off while tying his shoe.

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tick.

tick.

lance silently listened to the professor's lesson, barely paying any attention other than to the rusted clock above the room's door. lance opened his mouth to a large yawn, and his blue eyes trailed down to his notes.

only the words 'academic writing' were sprawled at the top of the page, and he noted the fact that over a period of thirty minutes he had not written down a single thing.

he kept his eyes down on the page, and grabbed his newly sharpened pencil. a few scrapes were heard, and what was shown was truly a work of wonder.

:/

okay, maybe it wasn't the most detailed piece, but it showed great emotion at the moment.

the professor had stopped talking, so he decided to scratch down the notes shown on the large board at the front of the class. he'll look into them later, as lance wasn't paying attention to anything other than his scattered thoughts.

a few minutes later, and the class was dismissed.

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hunk was found sitting next to a group of college mates, chatting away about the events of the class earlier in the day.