How To Have Sex With Your Dorm Mate

Step 1: Meet Your Dorm Mate

"Gon, do you really have to go? Come on, it'll be boring without you," Zushi says sadly.

"I doubt it, all I did was break hearts, I wanna start off fresh," Gon says with a shrug.

"Gon, come on, you can get a fresh start here, you don't have to go all the way to a new school, that's ridiculous."

"Zushi, stop being such a worry wart, you're already popular so take advantage of that," Gon says bluntly.

"I'M POPULAR BECAUSE OF YOU, DUMBASS," Zushi yells.

"Because of me? Don't blame your success on me, I had nothing to do with that," Gon says looking back at Zushi.

Zushi sighs and uses his index finger and thumb to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Arguing with Gon has got to be one of the most pointless things you can do, he's so stubborn.

"Gon, what if something happens, I won't be there to protect you," Zushi says, hoping it'll change his mind.

"Protect me? I workout, I'm a retired boxer, and before I moved here, I was a street fighter, I think I can handle myself pretty well," Gon scoffs.

"Tch, show off," Zushi mumbled.

Gon is a non-worrier. He does tend to overreact and he's a bit over dramatic at times, but he doesn't really give a care in the world about anything else.

He does trust people too easily though, that has proved to be bad in the past, leading to a depressing breakup and resulting in him becoming a well known player around Netero University.

He finishes packing the clothes and other items from his closet and zips up his suitcase, everything is ready to go.

He leaves to go to his new school tomorrow, though he'll miss Zushi, this is something that he HAS to do.

"Wanna do something fun for our last night together?" Gon asks, looking around his room to make sure he didn't leave anything.

"No, I don't, I don't want to be reminded that you're leaving in less than 24 hours, so Im going to hang out with Emily, see ya." Zushi says as he holds up the peace sign and stomps out of the dorm.

Gon shrugs and decides to take a shower, heading into the bathroom, he looks at himself in the mirror, he looks tired. Really tired. That's because he is.

He's tired of being known for something that he had never planned on being, tired from the stress of having to impress everyone all the time, it's fucking exhausting.

He turns on the water, waiting for the water to become hot enough to burn his skin alive, hoping it'll burn all the bad memories away, it never works, but maybe this time?

He turns on his speaker and connects his phone to it, going to his playlist and pressing shuffle, listening to whatever song decides to come on first, which is, "Sex Money Feelings Die," by Lykke. One of his many favorites.

He steps into the shower, closing the curtain after his whole body is in the tub.

He hums along to the song, listening to every beat, every note from the instruments, and just enjoying himself.

After he felt he'd spent enough time in the shower, he turns the knob and listens to the squeak it makes as admires the water as it transforms from many droplets to just one.

He sighs as he exits the shower and puts one towel around his waist and uses the other to dry his hair, he doesn't have the strength nor the motivation to try and comb it out, it's too much, especially with him having so much of it.