it started out like any other morning: you were in your dorm, finishing your makeup and mentally preparing for yet another meeting. the usual ship noises filled the air, a gentle reminder that this was your life now... oh, and Lance was sprawled out on your bed. asleep.

you sighed, knowing it was time to wake him up. the meeting was fast approaching, and he was still in dreamland. normally, you'd let him sleep, but considering the whole "secretly dating" thing, anyone could walk in and blow your cover.

after what felt like a thousand nudges and whispers, he finally stirred. half-awake, he stumbled over, draping his arms around like some oversized, sleepy koala. then, just as you were applying lipstick, he managed to bump you, causing a crimson streak across your face. just what you needed. you reached for a tissue, but he caught your hand, that mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"maybe I can fix that"

of course, Lance's idea of "fixing" things was a bit unconventional. he leaned in and kissed you, and before you knew it, one kiss turned into several. by the time you pulled back, his face looked like he'd lost a fight with a makeup counter. you were about to go in for another kiss when the door swung open.

"hey Xio, do you—wait, what are you two doing?" it was Pidge

you froze, locking eyes with Lance, both of you silently pleading with the other to come up with an excuse. then, in classic Lance fashion, he opened his mouth.

"...we don't know what you mean"

yeah, that went well