College AU

"You won't believe what I went through today!"

Pidge nearly dropped her laptop at the sound of the door swinging open and slamming into the wall behind it. Frowning, she hastily pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, brushing her bangs away from her face absently. She set the device down on her desk gently before turning her chair to resume the code she had been working on.

She knew it was Lance who had barged into her room, but she couldn't help glancing at the doorway to double check. Sure enough, her boyfriend was there, kicking his shoes off carelessly. She cracked a tiny smile at that, knowing how much he hated taking them off and putting them on every time he visited her room. He must have had a pretty bad day if he wasn't complaining about her "stupid rule." She turned her attention back to her screen, listening as Lance maneuvered around the piles of trash and laundry he normally cleaned up when he couldn't stand them anymore. He used to complain about not wearing shoes in a filthy room, too.

"Professor Iverson is such an asshole," he seethed, stepping over one final clump of dirty laundry before reaching the bed. He let himself fall back on it with a thud, the bed creaking from his weight. His arms were spread out beside him as he scowled at the ceiling, remembering the events of his day.

"First, he springs out a pop quiz about a lesson I don't even know because I was sick when it came up, and he knows it. I know he was watching me struggle to find an answer. Heck, he even used my paper as an example for 'all the wrong answers' and 'a student who doesn't study lessons they missed'," he continued, his voice going high as he quoted his professor. It was meant to be an imitation of Professor Iverson, but both Pidge and Lance knew that he didn't sound like that at all. He went on, "I mean who does that?! Does he expect me to memorize the lesson literally the night before I go back to class? I mean, I borrowed Hunk's notes and read over them, but I had other classes to catch up on, too! You feel me?"

Pidge nodded, more of an indication that she was listening than an answer. This happened often enough that she learned how to tune him out half way and focus on her own thing, processing only enough of his words to know when to respond.

"And- oh man, that's not even half of it! During class…" the dark skinned boy droned on, but his girlfriend had already turned the knob and put his volume on one. She nodded everytime he stopped, whether he was waiting for a response or simply pausing to breathe.

Ten minutes in, Pidge had finished her code and passed it to her professor through email. Closing her laptop, she turned Lance's volume back up and realized he was still going on about his crappy professor. She rolled her eyes, sighing.

"... One day I'm gunna kick his ass and make him regret treating me like this!"

Swiveling her chair around to face the bed, Pidge saw Lance raising his fists and punching an invisible target. She snorted, her shoulders bouncing up at the same time. It was funny (and, she admitted, a little cute) how worked up he was about this, but she understood how bad Professor Iverson was. Even if she was never the subject of his bullying, she witnessed more than a few students fall victim to him.

"Why don't you start studying, and you can kick his ass by acing the next test," she spoke up, standing up to take a seat beside her boyfriend.

"That's…" Lance started. She watched him knit is eyebrows together, processing the only words she had spoken since he arrived. "Actually, that's a great idea!" he finished, a wide smile blooming on his face. He sat up and twisted his body to face her. "Pidge, you're a genius!" he cheered, wrapping his arms around her much smaller frame. "Man, I love you."

Pidge rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips as she easily melted into the embrace. It felt nice and warm, especially after spending the past few hours sitting down in front of her laptop screen.

"Okay, you idiot, let's get started," she said into his shoulder, gripping his shoulders and pushing lightly. The Cuban pulled away after a few seconds, his pleasant surprise clear on his face.

"You're going to help me?"

Seeing the way his eyes twinkled with hope and excitement, there was no way Pidge could refuse. Not that she was planning to, of course, but it was tempting, if only to see his reaction.

"Yes, now let's go before I change my mind."

Without another word, Lance scrambled to his feet and picked up his discarded things from the floor. He slipped his shoes on with ease, and waited for her by the door. Pidge couldn't stop herself from laughing as she slipped her laptop in her bag and pocketed her keys and wallet. She smiled at Lance when he opened the door for her, hearing the click of the door as he locked it behind him.

Author's Note

hi! thank you so much for clicking on this fic 3 means a lot that someone would even want to read my stuff

i honestly wasn't much of a plance shipper, but then while i was making playlists for different ships, i started coming up with a bunch of scenarios for these two cuties. they're super fun to write, and i'm going to write more as stress relievers i guess? i'm trying not to stress over these too much and just write, so sorry if it shows.

anyway, i hope you guys enjoy reading these!