If there was one thing Keith knew, it was that he hated his soulmate mark with a burning passion.
Most people loved theirs - were obsessed with it in fact - but God, Keith knew that when he met the bitch who gave him his shitty mark he would slap the shit out of them.
Imagine having to live with 'Fuck you!' written on your arm your entire life!
Don't even ask how Keith was able to get into any schools or hired for any jobs with it! It was nearly impossible.
Worst of all, it wasn't like he hasn't tried foundation to cover it up, it just ends up rubbing off on his black clothes all the time so he was forced to ditch it. Honestly he rather have 'Fuck you!' written on his arm than not be able to wear black.
So now he was forced to wear his mark proudly - as Shiro had said. To Keith it felt more like he was walking around butt-ass naked.
'Fuck you!' He read again, and for a second he wondered what had happened to him that caused his mark to say that. It doesn't seem like his first meeting will be a pleasant one.
Keith groaned, and exactly then Shiro walked into the kitchen.
"Morning." He said.
"Morning."
"Don't you have to leave soon?" Shiro asked, adding some creamer to his coffee.
Keith groaned again, "Yeah."
"Well you better get going then." Shiro sighed, taking a seat by the table across from Keith.
Keith got up as soon as he sat down and dragged himself into his room to pack his bag for the day.
He was in university now - yep, full grown university kind of man. He hated it. Keith had hoped that university would be somewhat better than high school since he was willingly going there. Turns out school is school and it was just as tiring and dreadful as high school.
The only classes he actually enjoyed were the same ones he enjoyed in high school, and maybe that indicated that he hasn't grown up yet, but Keith chose to believe he simply didn't thrive in academic environments.
Today wasn't all to bad though, he had his favorite classes. Art, History and well, this one wasn't all to exciting considering his shitty teacher, Biology.
Once Keith had his bag packed he walked back into the kitchen to say goodbye to Shiro.
"I'm going to head out now, see you later." Keith said.
"Have a nice day."
"Thanks dad." Keith mocked, putting on his jacket and scarf.
It was finally getting cold outside and it would be an understatement to say Keith wasn't pleased by that. He has always loved fall weather.
He slammed the door shut, undoubtedly a bit too harshly. Shiro would probably complain about it later, but for now he brushed it off and made his way towards his favorite coffee shop.
He simply can't start his day without a coffee. He thought it was unbelievable that people do that. Heathens is what they are. Psychopaths.
Keith shook his head lightly while putting in his ear buds and he turned on some of his favorite music.
Today was going to be a good day. He thought to himself as he exhaled and watched a small cloud of fog escape his lips due to the cold.
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Upon arriving at his favorite coffee shop he felt relief settle in. It wasn't full at all, there were only around five people waiting in line.
He smiled to himself and walked in, taking in the smell of coffee. Beautiful.
He got in line, and let his eyes wander around the room. A boy with olive skin stood in front of him. Keith couldn't see his face.
Sometimes Pidge would be working at the coffee shop so he hoped that maybe he would see her before he had to leave.
"Next!" Keith heard a voice say, he glanced up and noticed that the olive skinned boy and him were to only ones left.
"Good morning." The boy said to the cashier, "I'll have a triple, venti, half sweet, non-fat, caramel macchiato with almond milk, please."
Keith snorted to himself. That's a complicated order.
"Ok, can I get a name please?"
Keith watched the cashier write his name on a cup, "We'll have your drink ready in a minute," She smiled, "go ahead and stand over there."
Lance walked over to the right and took out his phone while he waited. For the first time Keith was able to see his face. He looked sort of familiar, Keith just couldn't tell why.
"Next!" A voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. He looked up and saw the cashier waiting for him.
"Hi, Keith," she smiled, "the usual?"
"Of course." He smiled.
She took out a large cup and wrote his name on it, "You can go stand over there." She smiled.
"Ok."
Keith walked over to the boy warily, who didn't seem to notice him. Good.
It was sort of awkward. Or maybe Keith was just imagining it considering this Lance guy seemed to be pretty relaxed.
"Keith!" He heard his name being called and went to grab his coffee. It was a simple black coffee, but it was exactly what he wanted.
He was about to turn around, and he must have underestimated the distance between him and Lance because he bumped into him and his entire black coffee fell all over Lance and stained his shirt.
Lance stood there in shock for a second, staring down at his shirt with wide eyes. Keith wasn't sure what to do. Should he run away. This was horrible.
When Lance looked up, Keith saw his - terribly beautiful - blue eyes glare at him in anger.
"Fuck you!" He screamed.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
Realization dawned on Keith and suddenly he felt just as much fury.
"You're the fucking asshole who made me have this," he pulled his shirt up to reveal his mark, "my entire fucking life! You fucking fucktard. this is so fucking embarrassing. Do you realize how hard it is to get a fucking job with this shit on my skin! Imagine the fucking face my mother made when she saw me for the first time. I learned my first bad word at fucking 3 years old. THREE!" Keith ranted angrily, glaring at Lance.
Lances eyes twitched, "Imagine having that entire essay tattooed to you!"
Keiths face fell, "Oh."
"Yeah 'oh'!"
Keith grumbled, realizing he was in the wrong here, "Sorry."
"What was that?" Lance teased, calming down slightly, due to his realization that this, this man right here was his soulmate.
"I'm sorry ok!"
Lance smirked, "I think you owe me a new shirt."
Keith smirked, "So you're actually my soulmate? Let me see your mark."
Lance groaned but obliged, pulling up his shirt to reveal his entire arm covered it black writing.
Keith snorted, "Ups."
Lance rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but find it slightly amusing as well.
