New Fic: Training Program
Summary: Lance knows his close quarters combat isn’t the best, so when Shiro tells Lance he’s going to train him he should be relieved because maybe now he can actually protect his team. Except the training seems to be more of a beatdown punctuated by both fists and cruel words and now Lance has to hide the results of such before he makes tensions in Voltron even worse. But that’s harder than planned on as Keith is both very observant and very, very concerned.
“Do you think the Galra Empire will care that you’re tired?” Shiro interrupted him. “Do you think they’ll go easy on you because you’ve been fighting all day?” “No, but—” “There are no buts, Lance,” Shiro cut him off. “Either you want to be a Paladin your team can count on or you don’t.”
Story snippet:
Lance was not going to make a big deal out of this when Shiro had just been trying to help him and it wasn’t Shiro’s fault Lance was just that pathetic and it was Lance’s fault that Hunk had gotten hurt and then all of this was going to make things even more awkward and tense and it would be Lance’s fault and—
And oh, Keith was staring at him.
He’d said something, Lance realized.
And he hadn’t responded.
“What?” Lance croaked, feeling his cheeks heating again but Keith continued to only look more and more worried.
“I asked what happened,” Keith said, blunt as always.
“Nothing,” was the first thought that came to Lance’s mind and thus the first thing out of his mouth and Keith’s eyes narrowed.
“Nothing does not make you fucking faint in the middle of the kitchen, Lance,” he snapped. “This is not noth—” he broke off, eyes zeroing in where Lance could feel his wide-necked pajama shirt had slipped to expose a bit of his shoulder and oh Dios, there wasn’t—
“Are those bruises?” Keith cut himself off. “Are you hurt?”
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