Breaking x Making Promises

He's A Bad Bitch

If Killua was going back to Sigma Alpha, he swore to lay his life down to the fashion gods to make him look fly as all Hell. He'd swoop in looking like a goddamn snacc and a half, and in order to do that, he needed Kurapika's assistance and Zushi's moral support.

Kurapika swooped at eight o' clock on the dot and snuck into the apartment via the back door when one of the neighbors was leaving, so it came as a surprise to both Zushi and Killua when Kurapika strolled in through the back door and appeared in Killua's doorway without saying a word. One second Killua was upending his closet, and the next he realized that someone other than Zushi was in the apartment.

"Jesus fuck," Killua gasped, his entire body jolting as if shocked by an electrical current.

Kurapika was slurping on a smoothie and wearing a pair of round sunglasses. Killua swore again, turning away with a huff, and kicked a stack of clothes across his room. "There's nothing to wear! I haven't gone shopping in months! Nothing's new here."

"I know, which is why I brought ten percent of my wardrobe with me," Kurapika said. They marched into the room, sat the smoothie down, removed their backpack, and zipped it open. In the next moment, the contents came spilling out across Killua's bed in neatly rolled articles of fabric.

"Whoa," Killua breathed, struck by the sheer amount of shit Kurapika compressed into their backpack.

Down the hall, he heard Zushi call out, "Is Kurapika here? I didn't hear them knock."

"That's because you idiots left your back door open," they said.

Zushi came to join them in Killua's mess of a room. He put his hands on his hips and said, "Well, in that case, thanks for not stealing anything."

"Who said I didn't steal something?" Kurapika said.

Killua sifted through the clothes, his eyes locked on something bright and yellow near the bottom. He hoisted it up and it crinkled and fell open into the shape of a loose bomber jacket, the top half white and the bottom half yellow. There was a red and blue patch on the chest, and fuck it, Killua was in love all over again.

"This is it," he said, and went to his own closet to find a plain white shirt to accompany the jacket. He topped it all with a pair of faded jeans from Kurapika's stash.

Since he didn't care about modesty, he stripped down to his boxers while Zushi sat on the bed and Kurapika fiddled away on their phone. Killua buttoned the jeans up and rolled the hem past his ankle. White sneakers were a no-go at frat houses—he learned from experience—and as such, he broke out a pair of plain black Vans and called the look done.

Zushi clapped enthusiastically and said, "Amazing!"

Killua grinned and turned around to show off the back before swinging back around, arms swishing at his sides. The bomber jacket was on the bigger side, not that he cared. He felt safe and cozy in it.

Killua popped the front out, winked, and stuck his tongue out at Kurapika, knowing that they had their phone up to take a picture. His room was a mess, but damn, did he look good.

He picked up his phone from the mattress next to Zushi and grinned at the sight of Knuckle's name in his notifications. It was game time.

He pocketed his phone and said, "Knuckle's here. We'll meet up with you guys around nine?"

"Yeah, sounds good," Zushi said with a snicker. "Have fun...!"

Killua rolled his eyes, laughing as he left the room. He clasped his hand on the doorframe, swinging around and feeling light on his feet as he jogged to the front door and swung it open. Sure enough, there Knuckle was, waiting on the stoop and looking fly as hell in a leather jacket and Yeezys.