No Filter x Serial Dating

Clearing Something Up

The strange thing about the American education system involved parental income. Socially, Killua was disowned, but on paper? The government didn't know that and therefore assumed his parents were paying for his education. Their six figure income put Killua's financial aid down the drain and, as he racked up debt by ten grand every semester, he had a shit ton of scholarships to apply for by the end of the semester if he didn't want to drown in it.

That meant passing OChem and keeping his GPA up. The second would only be easy if the first wasn't so fucking hard.

Killua put his hands in his hair to keep his head from falling on his homework. Lecture was tomorrow, which meant homework was due by midnight, and he spent that entire day forcing himself not to dial Alluka up. His mother wasn't above tapping cell lines and tracking Alluka's phone activity, and Killua really did not want to deal with his mother.

But, whenever his phone rang, he hoped to God that it was Alluka.

He lunged for his phone, only to sigh when he saw Zushi's name on the screen. He put his phone to his ear and said, "Hey, how's it going?"

"Tell me why Gon is interrogating me about you."

Killua dropped back onto his futon with a groan. He put a hand on his face and shook his head, "It's complicated. I'm in the middle of OChem, so could we maybe talk about this after the deadline?"

"We talk about it now because we're literally in the elevator heading to your dorm right now."

"Please tell me you at least brought homework to work on."

"Hell yeah. I'm not a complete idiot," Zushi said.

"Ah, so we agree that you are a partial idiot," Killua said. Zushi cursed him out and hung up. As soon as the line went dead, Killua stared at his phone only to spew obscenities when he realized what Zushi said. We. He's in the elevator with someone else and, more likely than not, it was Gon Freecss.

Killua lunged to his feet once again and looked frantically around his dorm room. He threw his comforter over his messy sheets and grabbed his discarded clothes in a flurry. He kicked them into the closet and slid the door shut just as a knock sounded on his room door.

He sprayed his least overwhelming cologne and walked through it on his way to the door. He ran a hand through his hair, frantic and fast, before unlocking the door and swinging it open.

"Now is not the time," Killua said as he held the door open for Zushi. He dropped his eyes so he wouldn't have to see Gon's face as Zushi marched inside and claimed the futon where Killua's homework was spread out. Zushi stacked the papers up to make room.

"Why not?" Gon said. Killua let the door swing shut after him and, when Gon passed him, he lifted his eyes to watch as Gon took in the sight of his room. Killua's room was relatively plain in comparison to most of the rooms on this floor. Really, the only form of decoration he had was a dark black and purple mandala tapestry over his bed and the futon. His desk was still decked out with shit from home, which meant an expensive monitor and desktop he planned on selling if need be.

Gon pointed to the tapestry and said, "Nice."

"You look stressed," Zushi commented.

"I'm freaking out," Killua said, throwing his arms out. "My brother stopped by yesterday and I've been in existential crisis mode ever since."

Zushi sat up fast, eyes wide. "You're kidding."

Killua put a hand to his hair and said, "I fucking wish I was. He came with his psychotic boy toy and my grandpa's Ferrari. Shit doesn't get weirder than that."