Oh My God, They Were Roommates

[ 28 ] You Belong To Me

The next day, Killua woke up to the knowledge that Gon had already left for class. The apartment was quiet as Killua awoke to the ungodly sound of his alarm blaring. And, when he checked in the fridge, there was still a container left for him from two days prior when Gon prepared food for the week.

I should really pay him for groceries , Killua thought as he packed his backpack and took off for class.

When he got to class, though, Gon's usual spot was left empty between Zushi and Knuckle.

Killua paused at the stairs, a perturbed feeling sinking into his gut. Something was off, and he wouldn't realize until after sitting in contemplation all through lecture. It was only after class that Zushi would catch up to him just outside of the classroom to say, "Have you heard from Gon?"

Killua paused in the hallway. A few students glanced at them and Killua felt distinctly watched as he said, "Not today, why?" He dragged his eyes back over to Zushi, who turned bashful in an instant, looking down at his feet, cheeks flushed.

Knuckle emerged from the classroom behind them, saying, "Gon sends good morning texts to the group chat and he didn't today."

Of fucking course he does , Killua thought, resisting the urge to snicker. "Yeah, I haven't heard from him today. Sorry."

The three of them walked towards the doors as Zushi said, "Are you gonna see him later today? I was thinking about going over to his place—"

"Yeah, I'll see him later today," Killua said, mostly because he still wasn't quite comfortable with visitors. If anyone snooped around his room, he didn't exactly have a safe to store his lingerie for work.

He pushed open the door and stepped out, only to startle at the sight of that familiar Mexican bastard Ikalgo sitting on the stone ledge. Not only that, but his hands were bandaged up and initially, Killua chalked it off as a pole vaulting thing. If he knew anything about working a pole, it was that blisters were a bitch.

Ikalgo perked up at the sight of them and glanced behind them. Yet another visitor for the idiot , Killua thought, sighing.

"He's not here," Killua said.

"I just wanted to check in with him," Ikalgo said, hopping off of the ledge.

Killua rolled his eyes, hands in his pockets. "Is that a new euphemism for ' stalk '?"

Ikalgo squinted at him and said, "No. After what happened yesterday I figured he might not be doing too great."

"What do you mean?" Knuckle said. "I saw him when he went to check out the dorms and he looked fine."

Killua's mind screeched to a halt at Knuckle's insinuation. He glanced at Knuckle, who's attention was on Ikalgo. Zushi looked between all three of them and, after assessing Killua's narrowed eyes, said, "What do you mean, 'checking out the dorms'?"

"Apparently there's an opening," Knuckle said. "Someone's roommate left this semester."

Killua didn't have long to process that before Ikalgo sighed and said, "Fat chance he'll go for it. There was a guy from his old community college that seemed interested in the room. Some guy who threw his guitar out a window."

" What? Here?!" Zushi cried, horrified.

"No, not here. Last semester," Ikalgo said. "It sounded like he had a rough go of it last semester. I got Leol to back off—Leol from discus," he explained to Knuckle, who's eyes widened.

"Gon knows Leol?" he said, shocked. "He looked rough at practice this morning."

Killua's eyes dropped to Ikalgo's hands. He looked up and caught the guy's eye and said, "What'd he say to Gon?"