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Felt like I need to draw the Garrison Trio so voilà! P.s. I feel like Pidge and Lance’s relationship is a lot like Woozi and Mingyu XDDDDD
fellas, is it gay to have a homoerotic rivalry with your space ranger partner??
Hunk and Lance were all but eleven years old when they met one another. Their first year as middle schoolers, and they both couldn’t be more terrified, for their own reasons.
Lance had grown up in such a large family that all he really wanted was to be seen and heard. He never blamed his parents, of course; it was easy to lose one kid to the crowd if he didn’t make himself known. Middle school would be different; he’d make friends, people would know his face and his name, he’d mean something to someone.
Hunk was someplace new, someplace terrifying. After the accident that had taken his parents’ lives, his brother had taken to raising him. His brother was attending University now, they had to move to be closer to it. The places, the people were all unfamiliar to him. Not only that, but this was a new school. A middle school, which he’d never experienced before.
Lance wasn’t sure what exactly it was about this kid— this shy, clearly uncertain boy— but he was drawn to him. Their bond was near instantaneous. Lance was charismatic (in that awkward preteen sort of way), he was playful and eccentric, and he just wanted a friend. Hunk was the perfect man for the job; he was kind, and gentle, he was a warm hug and fresh baked cookies after a long day personified. Lance had been the first kid to treat him kindly after such a big change, such a big move.
They were an unstoppable pair, the best of friends. Where one went, the other typically followed.
Lance had always dreamt of being a pilot, a fighter pilot, which meant he’d always dreamt of attending the Garrison.
He hadn’t expected Hunk to follow this time; he knew his buddy had no desire to fly, to pilot. He’d always had a hobby of cooking or baking, he liked to build and tinker, but piloting was never on his list of desires or hobbies.
But Hunk felt like he had such a high bar to reach, such big shoes he feared he couldn’t fill. His brother had both raised him and completed university at the same time. He was successful, he was smart, he was kind. He was superhuman, in Hunk’s eyes. He had to do something that could live up to his expectations.
When Lance told him he had submitted his application to the Garrison, the idea came to him. He would follow Lance. He would be a pilot engineer. They could stick together, as buddies always did. It wasn’t his passion, sure, but it would make his brother proud.
It was there that they met their teammate for the simulators: Pidge. This guy was feisty, intelligent (sometimes a bit too much for Lance to follow, but they made do), but most of all, cared way too much, even if they strived not to show it.
Pidge fit into their trio with ease; their presence was natural, like they’d always belonged in their group. They bickered with Lance like siblings, they raved about tech with Hunk. They were secretive, but not in the way that tore their friend group apart. Hunk and Lance could see their hurt that Pidge thought they were hiding so well, and they knew better than to pry.
The three of them were inseparable. It makes sense that the three of them wound up in space together, on the same team once again, doesn’t it?