Chapter Text
"It's called a hobby."
Shiro blinked at the words, uncomprehendingly. "Right... And why are you telling me this?"
It obviously was not the answer Lance was looking for as he kicked off the wall, shaking his head with a pitying smirk. "Come on, Shiro. I have a hobby, you don't. You obviously need one, with all your pacing around the castle, and I'm not counting fighting dumb bots as one. But, oh look! Someone with a cool hobby, right here! And willing to share it too!" He took steps over to Shiro with a dramatic hand draped over his forehead, looking for all the world like a very drunk monkey. "Dance is so fun, but it's absolutely boring by myself. Whatever should I do? Isn't there anyone who will bring color to my life again?"
Shiro couldn't help but fondly smile at the overdramatic paladin, innocently looking off to the side. "I'm pretty sure Keith is getting bored out of his mind fighting those dumb bots. What about him?"
"Oh hell no! I want to teach you, not him!" Lance huffed, bristling at the thought. "I can imagine it already. 'What? Dance? Why would I need to learn that? Dance isn't going to help my uncultured self from fighting a thousand Galrans off and saving the world. Call me back when you find out how to attach laser beams to my pointy sword so I can live out all my Star Wars fantasies.' Come on, it'll be fun."
Lance ran to get his tablet, tapping at the screen to pull up a video. "Look, I moved a bunch of videos I recorded back home onto here, and this dance is totally doable. Why don't you give it a try at least? I mean, if you think you can keep up with this perfection. I'll even do you a favor and do the girl's part."
Shiro ignored the comment and took the tablet to watch the video. Lance was right, it wasn't anything with too much technique, but it looked strenuous enough to take his mind off from running him ragged with negative feelings. And for a couple dance, it was pretty tame. Some hand holding and touching the waist, but that was it. Shiro watched as the Lance in the video shuffled forward with the female dancer, hand in hand, and imagined the two of them doing it. It pulled at his heartstrings and warmth blossomed in his chest, tugging a smile onto his face. Well, there wasn't any harm in trying...
"Okay," he acquiesced, eyes softening for a moment at the way Lance seemed to brighten up at the word. "But only a few hours a day, and just this routine for now. Understood?"
"Yeah, no problem!" Lance grinned wide and grabbed the tablet, already hurtling to the door. "Meet me at the ballroom tomorrow after lunch! I'm gonna go ask Coran about speakers and stuff now, 'kay? See you!"
Oh... Shiro had been ready to start right that moment, but it looked like he was mistaken. He supposed he could patrol the castle some more, as he was doing when he stumbled on Lance dancing alone, or he could...
Footsteps hurried back, and Shiro watched as Lance popped his head back in, the grin on his face looking like it would never leave.
"You won't regret this, I swear!" And he was off again, the loud thump of his boots echoing through the halls. If anything, that just brought another smile onto Shiro's face. He couldn't see any way that this would end up in regret at all.