Of Course, It's You.
Klance Fanfiction!
CW: None!
Part Two: HERE
Colours will change depending on who the narrative is following at that point (or who’s speaking) :)
Background knowledge: This AU is set in a timeline where there is no Voltron. Instead, Keith and Lance went to both elementary and high school together as rivals — in a rather one sided way… that side being Lances. — Keith is studying mechanical engineering while Lance is majoring in marketing and public relations.
Of course. The one college Lance had gotten into, Keith had as well. Keith was his childhood rival. They had been in the same class since the first grade, and that stupid jerk had always found a way to one up him — other than sports, that’s the one leg up on Keith that Lance had, and he held it proudly.— Regardless, that idiot chose to go to the ONE college that Lance had gotten accepted into! DESPITE him getting multiple other offers! Lance swears up and down it was just to make his life miserable.
But, when Lance arrived at his dorm, he wouldn’t have to think about that! After all, he knew mullet man was majoring in engineering, which means it was almost certain they would have no overlapping classes! Lance walks into his new room with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. While he didn’t do much research about this college, while scrolling their website, not reading much of anything, one little phrase that made him apply IMMEDIATELY, “co-ed dorming.”
When Lance opened his dorm room, he had hoped he’d gotten paired with a super hot girl who would be totally into him. If he couldn’t have that, he’d hoped he’d at least be with a moderately hot girl. He could work with her not being all over him, he’d win her over eventually.
What he didn’t expect, and what was the WORST possible reality, is seeing Keith Kogane in that room when the door swung open.
“Are you KIDDING ME? Out of EVERYONE I could have been paired with?!”
Lance shouts. Keith turns his head, moving his gaze from the window overlooking their campus, to the very aggravated Lance standing in the doorway.
“Do I… know you?”
Keith asked the loud boy.
“Do you know me?! WE WERE RIVALS THROUGH ELEMENTARY AND HIGH-SCHOOL?! We had like… English and Science together last year.”
Lance's volume dies down towards the end of his sentence. Keith pauses for a moment, letting his finger come to his chin before he looks back up to meet Lance's eyes.
“Oh no, I remember you now. You’re the loud mouth who wouldn’t stop hitting on my English teacher.”
Lance stumbled over his words. — though they could barely be considered words, they were more comparable to offended seal noises. — Before speaking again.
“Well…uhm…THAT’S BESIDES THE POINT! Clearly you’re going to have to get to know me if we’re rooming together.”
Lance grumbles, annoyed that he now has to share his space with Keith Kogane of all people. He looks around the room for the first time, it’s cleanly split down the middle.
"At least you’re not hogging the whole room…”
Lance grumbles under his breath.
“Pardon?”
“NOTHING NOTHING!”
Lances slips off his shoes and lays his suitcase beside him as he flops onto the uncomfortable mattress, letting his head sink into the cardbord esc pillows relax upon the paper thin blanket. Yep, this was the life. Laying on a shitty mattress, in a shitty dorm, with your shitty rival. This is exactly the college experience Lance had hoped for.
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The next day goes quite a bit better. When Lance arrived to his first classes, everyone seemed nice, met a few ladies, didn’t get their numbers though. He met a guy from the culinary course named Hunk, he’s in his second year and showed Lance all the food places around campus, taught him the ways of school food, all the secrets like; where has the best breakfast, where is super busy during lunch, where gives you food poisoning, and a few hidden gems! So when he goes back to his dorm room, he has quite a pep in his step. That was until he actually opened the door and got a strong whiff of nothing but motor oil. He’d figured with that pungent of a smell, surely a car had to have crashed through the window of the dorm room and gasoline had to be leaking everywhere. Once he peered in though, it was worse. It was Keith. But what was worse than normal Keith? It was Keith in the middle of changing out of his oil soaked coveralls, leaving Lance with a full display of Keith’s built chest. How could a guy who looked THAT scrawny and not play sports have a chest that looks like it could deflect bullets?
“Are you going to close the door? I’d enjoy it if I could continue changing.”
Lance's face turns crimson as he nods and mutters an apology before closing the door, leaving him out in the dorm halls, looking like a weirdo.
After a few minutes, he knocks and pushes open the door slightly.
“Can I come in?”
“Yeah, you’re fine.”
Lance cautiously pushed the door open and walked into the room, where Keith was on his bed, scrolling on his phone in a pair of grey sweats and a crimson red sweater.
“Ya know, man, maybe you should change, I don’t know, IN THE BATHROOM?”
Lance waved his hands around in the air, almost as a punctuation to his sentence.
“Well, excuse my indecency, but I didn’t expect you to barge in the second my shirt hit the floor.”
“WELL… UGH!!”
Lance tosses his bag into the corner of his bed and desk and throws himself on the bed head first. Is this what all year was going to be like? Living in a dorm room that reeks of motor oil with an annoying, weirdly hot roommate?
Lance pauses at his own thought, taking a step back.
‘Woah there, Brain. Let’s slow down, ay? I don’t think Keith is HOT. He’s annoying and stupid.’
He thinks to himself, rolling over and grabbing his laptop from out of his busted up blue backpack, covered in patches and pins. The same bag he’d been using since the first day of high-school.
He opens it and flicks over to his digital classroom platform, looking at the newly assigned essay about appealing marketing. And of course, how could he forget, the only other thing that could make this any worse than it already is, homework.
