[A/N I'm a geek for soulmate AU's and I'm proud. Also I'll rewrite this when I have time]

I flick the counter on my wrist. 1467 days, 53 hours, 19 minutes, 7 seconds and counting.
This is so unfair.
I am by far the most romantic out of all of us. But yet, the little bar on my wrist that counts down to when I meet my soulmate is still ticking.
Like come on!

Shiro met Adam like four years ago. Allura literally ran into Romelle two years ago.
Pidge's counter is blank, due to her asexual awesomeness.
Even Hunk is off in Canada somewhere with a girl he met while skiing.

And that just leaves me. Lonely Lance. Flicking on my wrist counter, urging it to go faster.

"Hey Lance we're going to get some coffee. You wanna come along?" Shiro says, gently shaking my shoulder.

I just shake my head and sigh. It feels great being forever alone. I feel the others watch me sympathetically as I slouch off to my room. Yay. It's great being the single friend.
I throw myself on my bed, prepared for a complete lonely lie in, which includes me staring at the ceiling. But when my stomach hits the mattress, something stabs me.
Jesus that hurt.
I groan as I turn onto my back, my hand groping around for the sharp object. Out from under my butt, I produce a credit card.
I hold it up to the light and inspect it.
That's no credit card.
It's a gift card for a coffee shop. THE coffee shop. The one that we always go to.
But something else catches my eye.
My counter.
As soon as I read the bold text on the card, the digits changed.
They dropped.
9 minutes 45 seconds.

"GUYS WAIT FOR ME!"

•••

Stop staring at the door.
Watched pots don't call the kettle black.
Wait that's not right. Okay Lance calm down. Yes, your timer is counting down. You still have 2 minutes, 15 seconds and counting. Just drink your coffee. Wait no don't. You don't want coffee breath when you meet your soulmate. But how will I know when I meet them? Is there an alarm? Or will I just know? What if they're my soulmate, but I'm not theirs? Okay I need to calm down.
1 minute 30 seconds and counting.

Why is the back of my neck sweaty?
Why didn't I change my shirt?
God is that a stain?
Do I have time to check my hair?
God I look like shit.
What if they take one look at me and leave?
What if they hate me?
What if my countdown breaks? Like it freezes?
What if it doesn't work out?
What if-

And there he is.

•••

—-Unknown (boi u can guess who) P.O.V—-
The bell above the cafe door rings.
Shit it's warm in here.
I've taken two steps inside when I feel a slight vibration.
I check out counter.

Here's the thing. I've stopped obsessing over my soulmate years ago. I'm not going to meet them till I'm like 40 anyways so what's the point? So why am I checking now?
Hope. I guess.

0000 days, 00 hours, 00 minutes, 00 seconds and it's stopped counting.
I'm frozen. I know I am.
I'm blocking the entrance to a cafe cause I'm staring at my wrist with a dropped jaw. I should look up. I should find my soulmate. But how will I know that it's him?
It is a him right?
Like I didn't spend 17 years working up the courage to come out as gay, only to discover that my soulmates a girl.
Not that there's anything wrong with girls they're just not my preference like I'm attracted to guys not girls okay I should shut up.

So I look up.
I see him straight away.
Tall. Tan. Brown hair. Blue eyes. Sorta lanky. Even a bit distressed. Surprised defiantly. But super happy. A smile stretches across his face. Wait he's walking over. What are words? What is English? Okay I need to calm down.

"Hey" He says softly, finally reaching me.

"H-hey"

"Yours went off too, right? Because I mean I don't wanna be a guy who stares at a stranger just to find out they weren't soulmates wait I'm not saying we are soulmates I'm just saying that you know my counter went off when you came in and you stared at your wrist so I figured hey that must be him oh shit yeah the names Lance by the way wow am I still talking I should shut up-"

And we're kissing.
I grab him face and smash my lips against his. This boy. This flustered, babbling boy. With his charming smile and his nervous personality and his soft and warm lips that are kissing mine holy shit I'm kissing my soulmate.
And it feels amazing.
So fucking amazing.

I pull away, and rest my forehead on his with a smile.
"I'm Keith"

Lance kisses my forehead gently.
God I could get used to this.

•••
Hey guys!
A very happy late Valentine's Day to ya'll.
Hope your opt becomes canon and your crush smiles at you.
Also, guys, 700 views?! Like boi what?! I CANT EVEN!
✌️💕Bree