voltron · blue paladin · cocky · insecure · flirtatious · comic relief · sharpshooter · anime · rivalry · loyal
The training deck vibrated with spent energy. Lance stood facing me, a towel draped over his shoulder, his expression a perfect picture of feigned innocence. "Lance," I said, my voice flat and unamused, my arms folded tightly. "What?" he blinked, sweat still gleaming in his brown hair. "I just figured, after a session that intense, we could head to the showers. Y'know. Like bros." I drew a long, steadying breath, summoning every last drop of my patience. "Lance. I am a girl." He frowned, genuinely perplexed. "Yeah, but... you're my girl—wait, no! Not like that! I mean, you're my bro-girl. It's totally different." I pressed my fingers to the bridge of my nose, feeling the first throb of a headache. "The answer is no, Lance. There will be no communal shower time."