A Falling Star (SHKLANCE)

Canvas

Yeah I know the titles are kinda rancid looking, but it's alright, it's the meat and potatoes that matter, right? Anyway, I'm on a roll this week! Hopefully this story will continue to move along at a decent pace.

Enjoy~
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                                                                  *LancePOV*

        I got up early come morning to meet up with Keith and Shiro in the training room. It's been a few days since Keith and I had our little chat, and I haven't gotten a chance to be with Shiro alone. Not that I haven't tried, the dude is just really busy. I suppose it has to do with the Princess needing him to discuss strategies or some leader stuff like that. Point is, I haven't gotten to make it up to him yet, so I made up my mind to pull him aside before training.

        "Hey, guys! Before we start, would it be okay if I talked to Shiro alone for a few?" I asked, rubbing the back of my neck as a distraction from my nerves. My hands are really clammy, which is gross, and totally uncool, but can you blame me? The man is a sight to behold. I notice Keith look at me, a wave and a nod is what I receive from him. Never mind the slight smirk on his lips, guess he figured out what I needed to say to his boyfriend, which is good I guess. I can finally clear everything with Shiro, not that Keith was sworn to secrecy or anything. Knowing him though, he finds my lack of poise amusing so he probably intentionally didn't say anything to the duel haired man.

        "Oh, sure Lance," Shiro replied and walked past me and into the hall. I followed him pretty close behind, trying to figure out the exact wording I could use. I guess an apology would be best right off the bat.

        "Listen, I wanna say sorry for what happened the other day. It was uncalled for, you were just trying to look out for me. I guess I just got spooked or something. I guess it's not a secret I'm not the most confident person out there." I say all this in practically one go, wringing my hands in front of me. "And well, I apologized to Keith too, and he may have said that you guys actually wanted to be around me. I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions. I'm trying so hard to be a good paladin, but I like the thought of teammates. " Shiro held up a hand and I clamped my mouth shut, eyes looking at him for any sign of a misstep. "Lance." His eyes were so soft the way he said my name. It warmed my chest in a good way, making me feel soothed with the deep rumble. 

        "I should say I'm sorry too, because I rushed into it playing Superman, and I'm sorry. I got so happy you were hanging out with Hunk, and what you guys did together in the kitchen the other day, that was special. You're a beautiful and vital part of our team even if you don't realize it. I should have helped you see it sooner. You're like the adhesive that pulls everyone together. Without you Pidge would probably never sleep and rest, and Hunk would be a nervous wreck. Well, I know Keith really likes the way you push his buttons and egg him on." Shiro's gaze followed my hand movement and I soon felt warm fingers envelope mine as he held them. "To me, you're human and you smile and laugh so much. Especially when the time would not call for laughter, you make things just a little brighter. It's what the universe needs, what Voltron needs, and what I, me and Keith, need. "

        I choked on a sob I didn't know was coming, I took a hand away from him to wipe my eyes and I groan bitterly. "Hey stop that. I forgive you guys, you didn't know what was going on. I've been too scared to tell people I was feeling so worthless. Now I'm ugly crying, mullet brain is gonna laugh at me." Shiro bursts out into laughter from that comment. It's a nice sound, one that isn't heard nearly enough, not in this war at least. He laughs, clutching his side, hits prosthetic finger comes up to wipe a tear from his eye. "Figured you'd make a big deal about that, Lance. But, I forgive you too. I think we have a lot to learn from each other. Speaking of, let's go and train with Keith, then I think the three of us have a conversation to have."

        "Yes, sir," I say with a salute, earning a beaming smile from the man who has been my hero for years now. We both enter the training room, Keith is up against the wall next to the door. He's twirling his Marmora blade in his hand smirking softly. "I wouldn't make fun of you for crying, Lance. I already have plenty to tease you about," Keith laughed, and I sent him a playful glare. "Hey! Don't you know it's rude to eavesdrop?" A glance at Shiro revealed a chuckling mess, shoulder shaking as he tried to contain the sounds with a hand.

        "No obviously not," Keith replied, "I have a mullet brain, remember?" This causes Shiro to lean against the wall, wheezing out what sounded like 'we need to train'. "Whatever, Samurai, lets get training. I wanna eat!" As we finally calm down, we head to the middle of the floor for our usual training routine. It feels different now though, it feels new, calm, and also exciting. Something I've never felt towards training before, but with them, my new family, it feels good.  If Shiro grabbed on a little too long, or if Keith brushed against my skin more noticeably, no one said a thing, we didn't have to. That was for later, to figure things out. For now, though, we will let our feelings take over.

       Everything seems too good to be true.