I don't own Voltron Legendary Defender or any of those characters. They all belong to Dreamworks and the writers.

Sorry for the short chapter but I couldn't think of anything along this part of the story so I just decided to make it short and I'll make the next one longer.


Keith sat there in shock as he stared at the message, and thought it was slightly strange that this person had messaged him. What if they were some old person that was a pedophile and they wanted to sell him into sex trafficking or something? But, at the same time, this person could also actually be genuinely interested in him and he could be his age. Keith had no idea what to do, so instead he decided to stand up and walk around the park a little bit to try and figure out if he could find the person that sent him the message. It had to at least be someone with an iPhone, because someone with a flip phone couldn't AirDrop a message to him.

Keith quickly collected his belongings and gently tucked them away into the messenger bag that he had for his supplies so he didn't lose them, and stood up so he could throw away his empty cup and look for the mysterious sender, who he now would refer to as, Loverboy since the weirdo didn't actually leave his real name.

The college student walked around the entire park, but there was nobody there. He didn't even remember seeing someone else in the park. They must've seen him when he was too busy fixing his drawing to notice anything else going on around him, that happened a little too much for his liking. People would say they've seen him drawing in the courtyard on campus, or in some coffee shop, and he has no idea what to say. 'Thanks for watching me'? 'I didn't see you but thanks for creepily identifying me'? There wasn't much that he could do when people tell him something like that. He already didn't have the best people skills, so someone saying they had seen him already doing something that he enjoyed more privately, it was a little creepy and unnerving.

Unfortunately, the search for Loverboy had to come to an abrupt halt when Shiro texted him, saying that he would miss his afternoon classes if he didn't come back to campus, and Keith knew he was right. He doesn't want to ruin his perfect attendance record just because some guy messaged him calling him cute. And that was another thing, he was not cute! He drove a motorcycle for heaven's sake! That is not cute! Puppies or kittens were cute! Babies spewing out random syllables were cute! Keith was not cute! He dressed like a biker, acted like a closed off emo, and didn't take any shit from anybody no matter how cool or popular that person thought they were. He was not cute!

Keith was muttering about that on the walk to his motorcycle, and was still miffed as he drove to Marmora Academy and walked into his first class. For most of the lecture, he didn't really pay attention, he just doodled on his notebook with a sharpie as the professor talked about photography setups and lighting. He didn't pay attention for the full two hours, and when the class was finally let out he immediately went to his dorm room and got onto his computer. With a deep breath, he typed in the email that Loverboy had given him.

Dear Loverboy…