LOVE-SET

Lance's morning hadn't started with the notion he was going to change his life today. Lance always tried to change everyone else's lives, but in his defense it was impossible not to when you're as gorgeous as he is. But that's not the point. The point is that Lance wouldn't have known how much this day meant until far, far later in life.

On this morning, Lance didn't really have time to think about life-changing experiences.

"HUNK! Where's my backpack!"

"Huh? Oh, I think you set it down by the couch before you crashed last night."

Hunk, of course, was not stupid and didn't take a fucking 8 AM college class with the stupid, stupid thought process of oh well it won't be that different, I woke up at 6 all the time in high school, and therefore was not running around in a self-induced panic. Instead, Hunk sat at the table sipping a mug of coffee and tinkering with a new project, the image of a perfect, peaceful morning.

"Your keys are on the counter," he said, unprompted.

"MWAH! Thanks so much Hunk, I'll see you later, love ya buddy!" Blowing a kiss, Lance's voice echoed from halfway down the stairs.

"Bye, Lance."

Hunk had long since become accustomed to Lance's morning antics. He took another sip of his coffee as the door slammed somewhere behind him. He often wondered what Lance's future spouse might think of his horrific inability to practice any semblance of punctuality. Though, he supposed, that wouldn't be his problem. Ah, who was he kidding, if Lance's spouse was anything like the man himself, they'd make it everyone's problem.

Shit, shit, shit!!!

Despite the fact that it was before 10 AM and therefore way too early to be up (as deemed by Lance, certified God of correct opinions), Lance really did not want to miss this class.

Not just because it was TA'd by by retired Air Force veteran and Lance's childhood idol Takashi Shirogane, or because the professor, Prof. Dayak G.E. was notoriously difficult to please, but mostly because one Keith Kogane sat in front of him every single day, and Lance was yet to dethrone him in anything he'd attempted so far. He was fairly certain that he'd wipe the floor (bottom of the pool?) if they were ever to enter a swimming contest, but that opportunity hadn't presented itself yet, and Lance was getting desperate. It made it worse that despite the fact the asshole was good at just about anything he did, he was also entirely unaffected by it. It's like he just didn't care that he embodied every single one of Lance's hopes and dreams. Exam week was coming up, and he'd sworn to best Keith in any and every shared exam they might have.

Rounding the corner to his first class of the day, he exhaled in relief. The oversized clock on display in the foyer told him he had 2 minutes to spare. Lance took his usual seat, right behind a fluffy mullet that should've gone out of fashion 30 years ago, and let Prof. Dayak drone on and on about the intricacies of proper in-class assignment work procedures...

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Keith was not having a good morning.

His track coach Kolivan had a stick further up his ass than usual at 5 AM this morning, aka Ass Crack Of Dawn O'clock, and ended up pushing Keith twice as hard as the day before.

The cafe that he usually went to apparently had to make the coffee by hand this morning, which they absolutely shouldn't have because it tasted like shit and Keith had thrown it out after one sip, and that annoying kid that sat behind him was very audibly muttering about the upcoming exam and somebody he had to surpass the entire fucking time and for the love of God wouldn't shut the fuck up.