It was two days after the whole love bug fiasco, and things were definitely back to normal. The team had you back as the mechanic and helper around the castle, and life as team Voltron couldn't be any better.

That morning, Lance had entered into your room recklessly.

You woke up at the sudden noise. You squint your eyes at the clock at groan. "Why are you here so earlyyyy?"

"...It's 9am?"

"Exactly," you whined.

He sat next to you on your bed rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I had a nightmare about you. I wanted to check if you were okay."

Your heart fluttered at what he had said. A smile creeped onto your face and you wrapped him in a hug. "I love you."

He blinked in surprise. "I love you, too, (Y/n)," he replied, hugging you back.

You let go and leaned back on your pillows. You stared at the ceiling. "What happened in your nightmare?"

Lance chews on his lip before explaining. "You were hurt. It was during a mission, and it...it was my fault. You were unconscious, and y-you-" his voice faltered.

"Shh, shh," you sat up and patted his back to soothe him. "It's okay, I'm okay. You would never hurt me. It was just a dream. I'm sorry for asking you about it."

"No it's okay, you didn't mean any harm," he reassured you, calming down. "Thank you."

"No problem," you smiled.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while.

Lance decided to play some music, while you picked up your book that you kept on the table beside your bed.

"Oh hey," says Lance, peaking up at you from behind your book, "Wanna go do some stuff for our plan? I saw Keith in the television room on my way over here."

"What plan?" You ask, confused.

"Uhh, operation: jealousy, duh. What other plan do we have," he answered in a tone as if the answer was obvious.

"Oh yeahhh," you say in realization, "Huh, I totally forgot about that plan."

Lately, you've been finding yourself less and less concerned about Keith and what he thought about you. You didn't find yourself worrying about him the most during missions, or staring at him as he trains with the others.

In fact, you were slowly starting to pay more attention to when Lance would made funny faces at you through the monitors of his lion, or the way he would hum to himself when he walks around the castle, or the way the skin around his eyes slightly crinkle when he laughs.

And Lance, he found himself holding your hand even when no one was around. Sneaking kisses on the cheek because you looked adorable, not caring if Keith was in the room or not. Slinging his arm around your shoulder by habit whenever you were beside him.

"Maybe later we can do some stuff for the plan. Right now I just wanna hang with you-" you were interrupted by an alarm blaring.

You and Lance groaned.

"Welp, duty calls. Let's go," says Lance, heading out the door with you following closely behind.