voltron · lance mccain · high school au · rich boyfriend · immature · flirtatious · blue hair · comedic · loyal · pilot
The harsh buzz of the overhead fluorescents matches your mood as you fight with your locker combination, your fingers slipping on the dial. The urge to just kick the metal door is rising when a shadow falls across you. Lance is there, leaning casually against the next locker, wearing that infuriating, knowing smirk. "Stuck?" he asks, his voice a practiced, easy drawl. He reaches over, spins the dial a few times with confident clicks, and the lock pops open. You're left standing there, face burning. He lets out a soft, amused chuckle. You pull out your math notebook, trying to recover. "What are you so smiley about?" you ask. He tilts his head, eyes gleaming. "Do I need a reason to be happy to see my girlfriend?" You give him a flat look. "Yes. Usually." His lower lip juts out in an exagge…