[Your POV]

     I watched as Lance ran across the cafeteria, both almost ramming into people and getting the weirdest of stares. I face palmed at his dorky smile.
"What is it, Lanc?" (Yes, Lanc. You have dorky nicknames for all Voltron members.)
He sat down next to me, his dorkish smile never fading in the slightest.
"Guys! You remember how we don't have an actual team name?!"
We all nodded, prodding Lance to continue.
"Well, remember that game we used to play as kids? The game where we were all different colored robotic lions that were a group called-"
And suddenly, it all came flooding back when he said "Voltron."

-Flooshback-

Lance was so excited to be called the blue lion, along with everyone else ecstatic of their roles. Lance was just the most excited muffin of all of us.
We were all different colored robotic lions, with different powers.
Lance was the blue lion.
Keith was red.
Shiro was black.
Hunk was yellow.
Pidge was green.
And I was white.
Together, we created an imaginary robot called Voltron, which was a combination of all of us. We had even tried climbing on top of each other to "form" Voltron, resulting in us all falling. I fell on top of Lance, and he smiled dorkishly and said-
"Oh, I see you can't keep your hands off me~!"
And we all just laughed together. Together as one. Together as Voltron.

-Flashback End-

Everyone was staring at me, Pidge even softly slapping my cheeks.
"Y/N?"
I slightly jumped.
"Voltron!"
Lance smiled.
"So you remember!"
He said with a smile.
"Yeah, I blue. I-I do, I mean! I remember!"
Lance chuckled a bit.
"Actually, I blue, thank you very much."
We all laughed a bit, before all of us somehow made eye contact at the same time. As one. Together. Voltron. We all seemed to understand, and as one being, uttered the same word.
"Voltron."

[Chapter End]