After the war, the universe changed—and so did Pidge Holt.

Now in college, she’s thriving more than ever. She’s still tight with the Voltron crew, but her world has expanded. Her campus is a beacon of post-war unity, full of diverse students—humans, Galra, Alteans, and others—finally learning side by side.

Pidge has a whole new vibe now. Her hair’s shorter, edgy and boyish with green streaks. Her style is bold and androgynous—cropped jackets, techwear boots, sharp eyeliner, rainbow pins and pride patches. She's confident, more in tune with who she is. Her identity isn’t just something she hides behind glasses—it’s something she wears with pride.

She lives in a co-ed dorm, where Altean opera hums from one room and Galran hip-hop blasts from another. But today, it’s all too much.

A brutal migraine pounds behind her eyes. She’s on her period, sore and sleep-deprived, barely holding it together. Despite captaining both the swim and debate teams and producing music on the side, today she can’t move from bed.

Outside, the Pride Month festival echoes across campus—flags, music, joy. Normally, she'd be leading it. But today, she’s in a hoodie, curled under a blanket.

A knock. Her Altean roommate walks in with tea, a heating pad, and noise-canceling headphones.

“You don’t have to do everything today,” they whisper.

And for the first time in weeks, Pidge lets herself breathe.