AN: Hey Guys! So this is my first Voltron fic...I'm pretty new to the fandom, so let me know if I got anything wrong! Not just on my Voltron facts, but just in the story in general. Constructive criticism is always welcome; I know there's tons I can improve
you for reading and here is the story!

Lance's POV

To be fair, Lance really didn't think anything was wrong.

Yes,he was cold—but they were on an ice planet! Yes,he was tired—but they'd been on a mission all last night and still had early morning training! Yes, he was sneezing, and coughing, and his stomach was rolling, and
his headwas pounding—

And just because he didn't have an excuse for those did notmean he was sick.

He didn't have time to be sick, and the alarm blaring through the castle only further proved his point. He bolted out of bed, nearly tripping over his own feet. Somehow, Lance managed to stumble into his armor and out the door without killing
quickly rushed to the meeting room, only to find that he was the last one there. Again.

"Lance, you were late. Again. Had this been an actual emergency, then we wouldn't have been able to respond efficiently. Lives could have been lost," Allura lectured. Lance flushed a bit.

"Sorry, Princess. Apparently I needed a little extra beauty sleep," he grinned. No one seemed to notice that the smile was a tad bit dimmer than usual, and Allura sighed.

"Just make sure it doesn't happen again."

Lance nodded quickly, trying to ignore how the action made his head spin. He just wanted to get whatever this was over as quickly as possible, so that he could go back to bed. The mission last night had absolutely kicked his butt, not to mention the below-freezing
/temperatures that had been a harsh slap to his poor Cuban face. He was grateful when Hunk cleared his throat, and asked, "So, um, if there isn't an emergency...then what are we doing?"

Allura swiveled to face all the Paladins, clasping her hands together. "Well, the alarms were mostly a preparedness drill. For the most part,"— Lance dropped his gaze to the floor—"you excelled. Now, we're going to partake in everyone's favorite activity."

Hunk seemed to perk up a bit. "Breakfast?"

Pidge snorted, and Allura frowned. "No, we're going to do morning training in the simulator. Why would you think breakfast is better than that?"

Shiro jumped in. "He was just joking, Allura. Of course everyone loves the simulator." He glared at the others as if daring them to say otherwise.

Allura beamed. "Perfect! And afterwards, we can stop for breakfast."

Hunk sighed in relief, and Keith rolled his eyes. Lance shot a glare at him; no one got to be mean to Hunk on his watch. But when Keith caught his eye, he didn't rise to the bait as he normally would. Instead, he tilted his head, and frowned. When everyoneelse
headed towards the simulator behind Allura, Keith hung back. When Lance went to follow, the shorter boy stopped him with a hand on his chest.

Lance flushed, and tried to pretend it was in indignation. "What is it, mullet?"

Once again, Keith ignored the jab, and just...stared at him. Lance felt his face heating up, and with a start, he realized Keith's hand was still on his chest. He pushed him off. Automatically, he felt a little colder, but Keith finally seemed to realize
thathe was being weird. The paler boy frowned, suddenly looking anywhere but Lance. "Nothing. It's...you just look kinda weird."

Well. That wasn't offensive at all. Now Lance was staring. "Gee, thanks. I don't think you can really talk; when did you last get a hair cut? The '70s?"

Keith huffed, and shoved past him. "Forget it. I'm sorry I mentioned anything."

Nice one, Lance. Way to get the guy.

He sighed, dragging himself after Keith and the others. No matter what he did, it just wasn't right. Of course, Lance knew he could be obnoxious. People had been calling him annoying since he was two years old. But when his life was partially in the hands
ofhis secret crush/rival? He would prefer that the person in question didn't hate him.

But he would also prefer that he was in his nice, warm bed right now...so clearly his preferences didn't matter much.

The door to the simulator room slid shut behind him, and Lance suddenly realized that he had fallen behind the others. He took off running to catch up, but—

"Oh sweet Jesus," Lance winced, stumbling. All of a sudden, the room was spinning, and he was pretty sure it wasn't a simulation. Despite the dark blobs threatening to overtake his vision, he managed to fumble his way to the rest of the team.
They didn't even seem to notice his presence—not that Lance could see much.

(Which might have explained how he missed the worried look Keith shot him.)

This was going to be one heckof a training.