Wrists (Klance Soulmate AU)

Settling In

I woke up to the sound of Shiro saying my name.
"Keith, if you wanna shower before breakfast then you need to get up now." He said softly but sternly.

"What time is it?" I replied, rubbing my eyes and yawning.
"Seven. You can sleep a bit longer if you like but breakfast shuts at quarter-to so you don't have long."

Fuck it. I didn't smell too bad and I didn't want to fall asleep in class on my first day. An extra 10 minutes couldn't hurt. I set a timer on my phone. I fell asleep again instantly.

Unfortunately I woke up soon after when my timer went off. I heard that guy from yesterday... Lance, outside, with one of his friends. I couldn't hear much but I managed to make out "new guy" about twice. I hate people talking about me.

I slammed the door open. Lance and a tall guy with long white hair (who I assumed was one of his roommates) turned to look at me in shock and seeming amusement, as they sent each other a snarky glance.

"What about me?" I confronted, raising an eyebrow. The tall guy spoke;
"Oh, here he is. I was just wondering if you had straighteners. Lance-" he turned with a glare to stare at Lance, "broke mine."

I blankly stared at them for a minute, before bluntly saying "How the hell do you break straighteners?"

"He snapped them in hal-"
"Did not! They dropped when Hunk stepped on the cable!" Lance said, crossing his arms and pouting.
"And snapped in half, my point precisely. Anyways, you have any?"
"No..."
"Ugh, I guess we'll have to go curly today," Lance said, which the other boy reacted to with a look of shock and a hand on his chest,
"Absolutely not! We have to persist!"
"Lotor we've asked literally everyone in the house." Lance sighed, defeated.
"Not the teachers!"
" like Coran's gonna have straighteners lying around..."

They continued bickering as I shut the door, somewhat shocked. Lotor?

LOTOR?

Lance was a fairly generic name, I'd met a lot of Lances, but Lotor was different. That's not a name you come across often. This was likely the Lotor written on my wrist, in my DNA, in my fate, in the fucking stars or whatever.

I'm done with this school.

If that is The Lotor, then it's way more likely that that could be The Lance. Lots of peoples soulmates and enemies know each other. It really is fate, it seems.

But then which is which!? They're both almost equally annoying, and while they're admittedly also kind of attractive, I would not ever date either of them!

You're supposed to be attracted to your soulmate as soon as you see them...

I can't deal with this. For Gods sake. I needed to get ready, it's already half past.

Ten minutes later, I head out to where Shiro had told me the dining hall was. The fried breakfast didn't look great, so I skipped that and got some toast and headed into the seating area.

The hall was big and fairly noisy, but I heard someone call me over.

"Keith! Over here!" I turned to see Shiro waving at me. Him and the others sitting at the table had obviously almost finished, but as I only had a slice of toast I didn't mind sitting with them too much.

"Guys, this is Keith. Keith, this is Pidge, Hunk and Matt. Usually Lance and Lotor sit with us too, but I hear they're still on the hunt for straighteners, so, they're probably not gonna make it in time." Shiro said, laughing a bit.