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The guy turned on his heel and his face contorted into disgust at the sight of Lance. He stopped opening one of his boxes and Lance let out a small groan.
"You're Lance?" He asked, his voice patronizing as he glared at Lance from head to toe.
"Oh, so you're my roommate. Nice to meet you, asshole." Lance shot back, and Keith let out a scoff.
"Do you hear that? No? It's the sound of all the fucks I give."
"Ouch, am I hurting your achy breaky heart, Billy Ray Cyrus?"
Keith scowled and took a daring step toward Lance, noticing that he was a few inches shorter than the guy, and therefore a bit less intimidating.
"Listen here, big ears. Neither of us want to be here, but the option to switch rooms has long since past. You mind your business and I'll mind mine."
"Fine. But dorm rules: One, don't touch my shit. Two, only bring hot chicks in here. Pidge doesn't count; they're agender and off limits." Keith's brows were furrowed in confusion and he opened his mouth to protest angrily, but Lance continued. "Three, no country music. No one likes it, and it does not deserve to be considered a music genre. Finally, don't even talk to me unless you have to. I don't associate with emo boys with cringey haircuts."
Keith just scowled, his fists clenched as he glared at Lance's satisfied smile of victory. Keith watched Lance flop on to his bed and plug in his earphones, leaving Keith to turn back to unpacking his boxes. He began by pulling out his necessities for the early day ahead of him tomorrow- the first day of classes. He stacked his textbooks and necessary notebooks upon his desk, before beginning to unbury his other items. He moved his boxes to the floor in order to put his bed sheets on the bed, catching a glance of Lance's half of the room in the process. Beside Lance's bed were two movie posters of movies Keith hadn't noticed previously- they were the sorts of movies considered 'classics'… if you were a nerd.
Keith shook his head. Of all people, why did it have to be this guy? Keith had seen Lance fall from his chair to the floor, and his jaw had practically hit the floor. Lance had fluttered his long lashes and shifted his ocean blue eyes to him, causing Keith's pale face to flood with colour. When Shiro had helped Lance up, he noticed that his bronze skin practically shone under the mess hall lights along with his silky-looking brown hair. Keith nearly swooned at Lance's height- he was a sucker for height differences. When Lance had turned to flirt with him after the rejection from Shiro, Keith just told him to not even bother. Keith had then proceeded to tag along after Shiro and Allura, hoping to any existent holy deity that Lance hadn't seen his face flushed pink.
Keith mindlessly continued to unpack his belongings, scowling. He was already mentally preparing himself for all that Lance, his gorgeous yet asshole of a roommate for the year, could throw his way.
He had no idea what he was about to nose-dive into.