A suckass 4am oneshot here you go (bad grammar apology)
What a sunny day it is. The leaves on the trees are at their highest peak of green, the birds are singing, the sky is blue with pretty, fluffy, white clouds,
And yet, Lance was unhappy.
The six of them sat around a rounded red table at the front of the school. It was lunch break, and Wednesday, which meant-
“This,” Pidge bit on her slice of pizza. “This should get a raise.” She pointed at the food in her hands.
Keith raised his eyebrow at her. “It’s just pizza.” He clarified, as it wasn’t obvious. She nodded happily and took another bite.
“I’m glad we get to eat together on this fine noon,” Allura smiled warmly at her friends. “Such a beautiful day, I’m honored to be spending it with you all.”
Shiro agreed. “The weather is great, and the food is actually good for a change.” Hunk laughed because he had to admit, the cafeteria food sucks. Pidge and Lance have tried to convince Hunk to tell the old cafeteria lady that her food is disgusting, but the big guy just doesn’t have the heart to do so.
Keith was arguing with Pidge over a silly thing as what is the best kind of pizza, while Hunk, Allura, and Shiro discussed their upcoming tests and projects.
All the conversations around Lance just blurred along to the other people in the same area as the group. He could form no words that came from his friends’ mouths, nor that he wanted to.
He was too busy playing with his cold slice of pizza on his plate to be paying attention to anything.
“Yo dude, you gonna eat that?”
He stared up at Pidge, who was pointing at his full plate. He shook his head. “Go ahead.”
Pidge blurted a quick ‘thanks’ with a small smile, grabbed Lance’s pizza, and got back to her argument with the mullet man.
A big hand was placed on his shoulder, and Lance flinched. “Dude,” someone called him.
The Cuban boy faced Hunk, and the other teen said, “You look terrible.”
Lance scoffed. “Thanks, man.”
Hunk sighed and took his hand off. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
Lance blinked slowly. He turned his head to notice Pidge lecturing Shiro about how “it’s your fault that your brother is so dumb”, and Keith being physically held down by Allura.
He turned back to Hunk and sighed. “What do you want me to say, Hunk?” Lance asked, clearly annoyed. “Sorry I’m ruining your lunch, sorry I’m interrupting your conversation, sorry I exis-”
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Hunk asked quietly, his face probably softer than a pillow.
Lance stared at Hunk for a few moments, processing the question before answering “No, I don’t. Thank-“
“You can’t keep this up, buddy.”
The Cuban boy raised an eyebrow at his best friend’s worried face. “Excuse me?”
Hunk sighed. “We have eyes, Lance. We can see something is wrong, we all ca-“
Lance shook his head. “No, no.” He took a deep breath. “Look, this is a beautiful day, buddy pal! Enjoy the weather, enjoy your quality time with your friends,”
“But I can’t enjoy it if I know my friend is sufferi-“ Hunk started, and was stopped by Lance, who banged his two fists on the table and put everyone at the table on mute.
Eyes gazed at the two.
“And I said, I don’t. Want. To talk about it. Didn’t I?” He said between greeted teeth.
Hunk stared at him in surprise.
Lance got up from his seat and grabbed his bag from the ground. He threw it over his shoulder and was about to leave when,
“What has gotten into you lately?”
That sent an invisible wall in Lance’s path, forcing him to turn around because it seemed like a dead end in the maze called life.
“I said I’m sorry, Hunk,” Lance said tiredly. “What else do you want from me?”
“I want my friend back.” It sounded more like an order. “The happy one, who cracked jokes and flirted with-“
Lance forced a loud, disrespectful laugh. “You say you have eyes,” He reproached them. “yet you all can’t see that the happy, jumpy, crappy Lance,” His voice was filled with more disgust at each adjective. “had died long ago.”
“Hey, there’s no need to-“ Shiro tried to calm the boy down, but Lance rolled his eyes.
“I’m so sick of you not caring.” He growled and turned around, holding to the strap of his bag when Keith asked,
“Not caring about what? Your whinings?”
Lance snapped. He rotated back.
“NOT CARING THAT I EXIST.” He yelled, and the front yard of school went silence. Only the birds still singing in the background.
“Lance, what are you talking about?” Allura frowned sadly and asked with pitying eyes.
The tall teen rubbed his eyes with one hand. “I-im sorry, I can’t do this right now.” He turned around, and this time, he didn’t plan on stopping.
“When will you?!” Hunk called behind him, standing up.
“Probably never!” Lance answered, face still looking forward. He didn’t know where he was going, didn’t know what to do now, he just couldn’t be with them.
So he went to the only place where he feels important.