The Act of a Leader- Voltron
He watched. Thats all he did, thats all he ever did. From a safe distance, with hairs raised to attention, on high alert. Although tensely, he enjoyed watching Shiro, his hero, his idol. He liked to observe the the otherworldly man at work. He loved the image of strength, the aura of power that Shiro exuded, he was the ultimate warrior that Lance aimed for. And because he liked to observe Shiro so much, he began to notice. He noticed the walls in place, how he would shy away from unexpected or unwanted attention, how he would flinch, however minuscule, when he had to make a big decision. It was with Lances hobby of watching that he got to know Shiro truely, he found that the illusion of a strong warrior was just that, an illusion. Sure he was physically adept, he could bench press a cow and not break a sweat. But mentally, thats where the fragility of his heroic act sprouted.
He got to know Shiro, he got to know the flaws and cracks of his hero’s mannerisms. With the knowledge of imperfection, of hidden pains and silent anxieties Lance was at a loss. Sure, he wanted so badly to go, in the dark of the night, or when all else was silent, and pull Shiro into the warmest, safest hug, let Shiro feel relaxed, safe for once. Unwound the tenseness that was always present in Shiros shoulders but Lance, could never bring himself to.
But, to bring up harsh realities, to outright say that his mask wasn’t good enough could very well break Shiro, leaving no glue behind to keep his fragile heroic act together. Lance couldn’t do that to him, he couldn’t bring himself to break his idol. Sure, he had hope that Shiro was strong enough to keep his act together, to continue being the strong leader that everyone looked to. But he had his doubts. He so badly wanted to comfort his leader, so badly wanted to hug him into a safe place but with the war going on that could cost the entire universe…. Comfort could wait, this strong mask Shiro made for the team needed to hold out for just a bit longer.
He idolised him, the stark difference between them was something Lance marvelled at, a large gap that Lance someday wished to close. If he could, although very unlikely, ever be on par with Shiro’s strength, his leadership, ever be enough to step in and take over as Shiros right hand man, thats when he would allow his heart to lead him, lead him to Shiro, let him comfort him. Maybe even then, maybe Lance would’t be enough for Shiro, but for Lance, just letting Shiro know that he was there for him, that someone would be in his corner, that would be enough.
If Shiro ever did feel the need to fall back on Lance, Lance would welcome it with open arms.