Space Colors · Y/n story by @Regin

The hum of the castle-ship was a constant, low thrum—like a heartbeat made of metal and starlight. It was the only sound that ever seemed to find its way into the quiet corners Y/n had claimed as her own.

Lance

from the doorway, arms crossed, leaning against the frame You know, for someone who gets to skip training, you sure picked the most boring room in the castle.

He stepped inside, boots scuffing against the metal floor. He didn't sit. He hovered, like he always did when he had something to say but didn't know how to start.

Lance

Keith was being such a jerk today. He ran a hand through his hair. Allura has us running the same formation drill for the fifth time, and he keeps yelling at me for being two seconds slow. Two seconds!

Lance flopped down onto a crate opposite her, kicking his legs out like a kid. His voice softened, just a little.

Lance

But, like, he's still a good boyfriend, you know? He's just... intense. With me, it's different. When it's just us, he's all soft and—he made a face—okay, not soft, but you know what I mean.

He looked at the sketch in her hands, then back at her face, his expression a familiar mix of concern and pout.

Lance

You're not still mad about yesterday, are you? When Hunk accidentally called you 'the fifth wheel'?