All's Fair In Love and Roommates

Chapter Three

My heart was thumping at a mile a minute, as it always was in the morning. The earlier bird gets the worm is one of the many phrases that I believe in. Embracing the day means getting up early, which I am more than willing to do.

Today, though, I woke up even earlier, which was probably because of the person in the room across from mine. Yes, Killua. I was itching to get him up and take him around campus. At the thought, my heart pumped at new speeds, adrenaline pumping through my veins.

I race across the room and stop just short of KIllua's door, and begin frantically rapping on it.

"Hey! Killua!" I yelled through a grin. I waited for a response, but when I got none, I slowly opened the door and entered his room.

Last night I had suggested we both see each others rooms, but Killua said no and retreated to that same place. I could kinda see why.

His room, compared to mine, was blank. There was nothing on the walls, the only things that could be seen were a few books on his dresser, a computer on his desk, and his guitar and amp in the far corner of his room.

Drawing my attention away from the lack of detail, I noticed the bed covers moving around and I snuck closer.

"Killua?" my voice breaking through the rustle, that stopped as soon as I spoke.

Everything stopped at the glare I received from those icy eyes. I could see how pissed he was with only seeing a portion of his face, and I knew the mistake I made.

His eyes darted towards the alarm clock, that read around 6 am, then he looked back at me. "What the fuck are you doing in my room?" his voice was raspy and filled with sleep.

Lost for words, I just slowly backed up, hoping that maybe I could get out of this, let him think it was a dream. My hopes were crushed as he began to sit up, letting his eyes stay trained on me.

"Sorry," my voice cracked as I spoke, "I was just excited to get up and start the day. And... and since I was going to show you around, I thought I should wake you up."

The blank stare continued to look at me, so I just took in a deep breath and waited. Releasing a hefty sigh, KIllua got up, revealing his built body, and a pair of sweatpants.

My throat clenched up, but I ignored it.

"You shouldn't have woken me up, idiot." His hand rolled across his face, head tilted toward the ceiling. He looked at me again, then made his way towards the door and into the kitchen, where he grumbled while trying to find something in the cupboards.

"Shit, shit shit," a growl left his mouth before he closed the cupboard he was looking in and moving on the next one. He did this repeatedly until he had gone through all of the cupboards.

"What's wrong?" I finally asked. A fluffy white head whipped towards me, before Killua laid his upper body on top of the island and dug his hands into his head.

I low rumble exited his mouth. "Fuck me," he said, his voice having more sleep then bite in it.

"Well, only if you ask nicely," I chuckled.

I don't think I've seen someone move so fast. Pink blush covered his face. "Dude," his face twisted in what seemed to be disgust.

Laughing at his reaction, I sat down on one of the island chairs. "I'm just kidding. But seriously, what's wrong?"

"Two things. One, we don't have anything for breakfast-"

"There are leftovers from last night," I suggested.

His nose scrunched up. "No way am I eating chicken for breakfast. Anyways, second is that we don't have any coffee."

Despite not being a coffee drinker myself, I nodded, understanding that people tended to need coffee function. Killua was probably one of those people.