Author's Note: If you don't like OC inserted fanfic, I highly suggest you don't read this, but if you have no problem, go right ahead. My Voltron OC is still a work in progress, but the only thing you really need to know is that she's human, she was a Galra Slave Gladiator as well, and she was involved in experiments, just like Shiro, except they only removed one of her hands. This takes place sometime between the first episode and Tears of the Balmera. I use "she" pronouns for Pidge simply because both my OC and Shiro are aware she is a girl and this takes place in both of their POVs.

"Wake up!" Pidge practically screamed, violently shaking my shoulders. I looked up and groaned, trying to reach for my pillow to knock her out, but only felt empty bed.

"Wha-" I was slightly confused until a large, soft thump knocked my face back down into the mattress.

"Ha ha." I heard Allura cry in triumph, and Pidge snorted, rolling away from me, her screeching laughter muffled by the sheets.

I sighed, turning onto my back and sitting up. "Did you guys just come here to terrorize me, or did you need something?"

"Today is Valentine's Day, silly!" Allura chided, almost sounding like my mother. "I'm not even from earth, and I know that."

I rolled my eyes and raised an eyebrow. "Um...so?"

"So-" Pidge said, jumping off my bed and onto her feet, smacking her palms on the mattress. "-you need to tell Shiro how you feel!"

I certainly wasn't expecting that. "Excuse me?" I choked, staring at them both with wide eyes.

Allura gave her famous do-you-really-think-I'm-going-to-fall-for-that glare and crossed her arms. "Oh, don't be so innocent. Everyone can see you two like each other."

I held up a finger. "Correction: I am pretty sure it's one-sided." I muttered. Because why would Shiro like someone like me? He was so...so out of my league as cheesy as it sounded.

Pidge put her hands on her hips and cleared her throat, giving me a pointed look. "Even I can see the way he looks at you. You guys were practically made for each other."

"Mhmm." Allura agreed, nodding her head so fast she looked like one of those bobble heads, and I couldn't help but giggle at how silly she looked. "It's only three teensy tiny words: 'I like you.'"

I pursed my lips and gave her a sarcastic glare. "If you're so intent on saying those three teensy tiny words, maybe you should confess your undying love for him."

"Maybe I will." Allura sniffed, but I could see the teasing light in her eyes.

Despite her joking tone, it still scared the crap out of me. "You wouldn't!"

Pidge gave me a pointed look. "Oh she will. I'll make her."

"ALLURA!" I screeched, turning on her dangerously.

"Abort mission, abort!" Allura cried, grabbing the pillow off the ground and slapping me in the face with it.

I gasped angrily, narrowing my eyes, and Pidge squealed, already backing towards the door. "Come on, you'll feel so much better when you tell him!" she pleaded.

If looks could kill, they would be six feet under right now. "No! Abso-"

"-lutely not." I finished, staring Lance straight in the face. I had known something was up when he, Hunk, and Keith had practically stalked me to the training room, waiting until i had reached it before they finally pounced.

"Come on, Shiro. Do you really want to give up on that girl just because you're too shy?" he taunted, raising an eyebrow.

I covered my face with my hands and gave a frustrated sigh, trying to conceal the blush that was slowly rising in my cheeks.

"Dude, you're like, the Champion." Hunk stressed. "You can get any girl you want in the entire universe! There is no way on earth she would reject you."

I split open my fingers, narrowing my eyes at him, and he grinned sheepishly.

"Plus, it's Valentine's Day." Lance pointed out, giving me a mischievous glance and making kissing noises with my mouth.

I dropped my hands. "So?"

"Valentine's Day is a day for love and cupid and romantic junk." he snapped, as if I were the impossibly slow one. "Girls dig that stuff."

"What do you know about the things girls 'dig'?" Keith snorted from the corner, where he had been silent this entire time, making air quotes with his fingers.

"You know what Keith? You can just...stop...moving your...mouth." Lance muttered, sighing in defeat. "Just be quiet."

Keith just shrugged and smirked, looking pleased with himself.

Lance turned back to me. "Look, if you don't ask her out, I totally will." he said, and Hunk gasped.

I bit my lip. "Do you really want to go there, Lance?"

He put his hands on his hips, leaning forward. "I think I do, Mr. Perfect Champion Pilot Man."

"I think he just went there." Hunk whispered conspiratorially.

I glared at them both. "Look, you two, I'll tell her in my own time, okay?"

"Not to burst that beautiful little bubble there, Shiro, but time is ticking down. You guys have like, this weird survivor robot bond thing going on. She's perfect for you, man."

I sighed, trying to ignore the arguably valid point he was making. "My own time."

I'd never enjoyed consuming space goo more than I did that morning, when stuffing it my mouth as quickly as possible kept me from having to speak. Clearly, both male and female parties were conspiring together, forcing Shiro and I to sit next to each other at breakfast, staring intently at us both like we were going to get together through the power of telepathy.

Shiro and I had always been close. I mean, you survive so much and you're going to end up sharing a bond with a person. He always made me comfortable and happy. But this morning the awkward tension was practically tangible.

I watched as Shiro smiled, gesturing at me with his spoon, and I could hear everyone suck in their breath collectively. "Pass the salt?"

Keith looked up at this, scooting a little closer to Shiro, and I heard Pidge snort into her goo.

At this very mediocre announcement from Shiro, everyone let out a defeated sigh. Shiro paused, giving them a strange look, before taking the salt shaker from me.

"Is everyone ready for training today?" he asked, glancing up at them with a small smile on his face, his hair falling into his eyes. Quiznak, he just had to be incredibly hot, didn't he...

"Can't we have today off?" Lance complained and I cleared my throat, praying to the heavens that no one could magically read my thoughts.

"Why?" Shiro asked, and I stared down at my goo, poking it with my spoon. Please disagree. The more distracted you are, the easier this day will be for the both of us Shiro, because it's only going to get more awkward from here. Please. Please-

"It'sa holiday." Lance reminded him and Hunk nodded in agreement.

"Is Valentine's Day really considered a holiday?" he wondered, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

"YES." everyone answered in unison, and I could see that Shiro was wearing down. I'm dead I'm so dead.

It was Allura who delivered the killing blow. "I think that the team has been working hard enough. They deserve a little break."

I made a small squeak and slammed my spoon down on the table, causing everyone to look at me. I glanced up, smiling innocently. "What?"

"Well then it's settled. We'll have today off." Shiro sighed and I shot him a look. He glanced back at me, his wide brown eyes full of innocence, and I groaned softly.

"Alright everyone, finish up." Allura instructed, her eyes boring into mine. I shifted uncomfortably, nervous for what she was about to say next. "I have a lot planned."