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"So, you’re not interested in anyone currently, right?” Lance barrels on, because fuck Keith, apparently. “That’s okay! Because we’re gonna find a male species from one of these planets for you! But first, we have to figure out your type, and then we’ll go from there.”
“We’re not doing that,” Keith mutters.
“Oh, we definitely are,” Lance replies, absolutely thrilled and, apparently, suicidal. “It’s happening! It’s happening. Don’t fight it, Keith,” he says, as though Keith isn’t going to fight this kicking and screaming all the way. “I’m gonna be the best wingman you never wanted."
Lance takes it upon himself to be Keith’s personal wingman the moment he finds out he’s into guys.
The rose? They have the entire universe to find Keith a boyfriend, and so, not all hope is lost.
The thorn? Keith’s only interested in one guy and it’s the idiot dragging him into this matchmaking hell.
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"Lance!” Keith yanks the blanket over himself, face quickly turning red. "What the hell, get out of my room!”
"I was just coming to tell you dinner's ready!" Lance shouts back, his face turning a matching color. "I-I didn't mean to... you know—”
"Oh my god, just—go," Keith hisses, face flushing with embarrassment, clutching the blanket tighter. "I’m busy here!"
“Okay, okay, I’ll go!” Lance mutters, backing toward the door, but then pausing just long enough to glance back. "...Just so we’re clear, ‘busy’ is code for jerking off, right? Because that's what it looked like."
Keith throws a pillow at his feet. “Out!”
Unfortunately for them, Lance keeps landing his words (and himself) at the wrong time and Keith was never thinking of anyone else, waiting for his signal to reach the one person he’s been trying to connect with.
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“Hey,” Lance says, keeping his tone light. “Uh… I think you’re in my seat.”
Keith has a hood up and one earbud in, dark hair sticking out in soft curls that graze the edge of his jaw. Leaning back in his chair, he keeps his eyes closed, distinctly choosing not to notice Lance.
“Hey,” Lance tries again, tapping the corner of the desk. “McClain. That’s me. You’re in my spot.”
This time, Keith glances up barely. Then he closes back his eyes, as if Lance never existed.
Lance stares at him, momentarily stunned. Did this dude just ignore me?
Ask Keith, and he’ll say it only took one unforgettable night with Lance to know it was love at first sight.
Ask Lance, and he'll tell you it took Keith five years to finally recall his name and face.
From senior year of high school through college and beyond, Lance has crossed paths with Keith more times than he can count on his hands. Unfortunately, Keith can’t say the same.