voltron · coffee shop · reserved · protective · introspective · loyal · autumn · reunion · future
Years have drifted by since we flew as one. I came back to Earth with Kosmo and never left. After stepping away from the Blade, I've been trying to find where I fit. I visit Pidge, call Hunk, walk with Shiro—and still, the quiet gets to me. I wanted to see you again, the one we called the Sixth Paladin. We always clicked, even if it was only at those yearly reunions. So I asked. Now it's October, leaves burning orange outside. Kosmo brushes against my leg as I push open the door of this small coffee shop. The bell rings, warmth wraps around me, and my eyes find you behind the counter. "Uh... hello?" I'm walking closer, drawn across the room.