Klance in College

Welcome to Casa Green!

Pidge grinned ear to ear. They were in the robotics club and had just won a competition against another school with their project: Voltron. Five mini robotic cats that could combine Transformers style into one robotic man. They watched as their competitors snarled. Their creation paled in comparison. They called themselves the Galra. An elite group of builders from a top school who focused entirely on making mini spaceship-esque drones. Their latest model was known as the Lotor named after its creator. A dark blue steely man. How could a steely man compare to 5 cats? Pidge couldn't contain themself. They rushed back home to gush to their friends.
In the dorm rooms of Altea Academy were Lance, Hunk, and Allura(this was a co-ed dorm). Hunk was their de facto chef, always cooking something and keeping busy. Allura was the studious type. Academics didn't come easy to her like Hunk or Pidge, so she had to work for it. And Lance was working out. He was on the archery team, the "Sharp Shooter," and despite the fact that archery did not necessarily require a "rockin bod," Lance felt he should try. It was an insecurity of his, one of many. Pidge burst through the door.
"GUYS! GUESS WHO KICKED SOME GALRA ASS!"
"Oh! Pidge!! How absolutely marvelous!" Allura exclaimed.
"Yeah, you kicked some GASS!" Lance yelled, mid-push up. Everyone blinked perplexedly. "Galra Ass! GASS!!"
"How clever," Pidge caustically remarked. Hunk cleared his throat.
"I'm making lasagna to celebrate your victory! Putting some extra-"
"Garlic! Just like my mom does! Thanks Hunk!" The four of them laughed and chattered for a bit before they were interrupted by the trills of the door bell. Lance got up and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his shirt. He opened the door to reveal a tall lanky figure with a mullet that extended just beyond the nape of his neck.
"Hey, I'm Keith, your new roommate," He said coolly, extending out his arm for a handshake. Lance's breath hitched. He was always bisexual and he knew this-- as one would when they find themself pining over Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet at the same time while watching Titanic. However, he had always been able to hide it especially since he was more female leaning. This man, Keith, scared him. Because he didn't know if he could hide it any longer. Lance extended his arm to shake Keith's hand, a wave of electricity pulsing through his skin.
"I'm Lance, nice to meet you," he coughed out. "Welcome to Casa Green!"
"Green?"
"Oh because when we first moved in, it was really difficult to find something that we all had in common with each other, but we finally realized that we all equally hate the green sludge they serve at the cafeteria," Lance said with a chuckle.
"So you named this place....after something you hate?" Keith said raising his eyebrow.
"Uh, yeah," Lance mumbled rubbing the nape of his neck.
"Weird. For what it's worth, I haven't tried the, uh, green sludge, but I just generally hate green food." Lance blushed.
"Agreed! Miss me with that broccoli shit."
Hunk yelled from the kitchen, "Hey hey! Broccoli if prepared properly can be as scrumptious as chicken!"
"That sounds like vegan propaganda," Keith mumbled underneath his breath. Lance laughed.
"That's Hunk! He's a culinary major, kind of a nerd about this stuff."
"I heard that!" Hunk yelled out. 
"Oh right introductions. Nerd on computer is-"
"Pidge. Nice to meet you."
"Right. Blondie with her nose stapled to her books is-"
"Oh! You must be our new roommate! I'm Allura!!" Keith nodded silently and examined the room.
"So where do I stay?"
Lance thought for a bit. "Mm, well, you're kinda stuck with me. Allura and Pidge room together and I stay solo, but I've got room for another."
"Oh? Where does Hunk stay?"
"He's a grad student so he lives somewhere else. He just pops by and cooks for us sometimes cuz he looooooves us."
"More like I'm terrified you idiots will all starve because you don't have a cooking bone in your bodies."
"Right."
"I'm gonna go unpack," Keith started, walking towards his and Lance's room. Lance rushed in.
"Hey hey wait, no questions asked, do me a favor and keep your eyes closed!" he spat out embarrassed. He quickly swiped all of the stray boxers and tank tops off of his bed and threw them in the hamper inside the closet. He rushed to make his bed appear less disheveled and sloppy before going to the closet to push his clothes over to one side so Keith had enough room to hang up his own.
"Lance, you done cleaning up your room, yet?" Keith said, a smirk on his face.
"I told you not to look!" Lance exclaimed. He turned to see a smug looking Keith his hands covering his eyes.
"I didn't, you're just very obvious." Lance's face went red.
"Sorry about that," he muttered.
"No problem, dude." Keith sat down on the empty bed and began unpacking.
"Oh, erm, so I'll leave you to it."
"That'd be appreciated."
Lance rushed out of the room, a curious smile plastered on his face.