Oh My God, They Were Roommates

[ 8 ] Any Way You Want It

"You knocked?" Killua droned.

Gon kicked into gear, rules still in hand. Killua pointed to them and asked, "What're you doing with those—" only to be cut off by Gon shrieking in a barely restrained whisper, "No time to explain! I had to buy a mattress and Zushi, Knuckle, and Uvogin are helping bring it—"

The both stilled at the distant sound of Knuckle cursing in the stairwell. "Almost there... I think this is Gon's flat," Zushi's voice sounded, just outside of the foyer. "Almost! You're not the one carrying it!" Uvogin shouted.

Gon spun back around, pinned like a frog on a biology countertop from the way Killua was glaring at him.

"You fucking idiot," Killua seethed, and Gon yelped at the sound of the front door opening. Killua cursed again, under his breath, and scrambled back to his bedroom. Gon skidded after him, assisting in shutting the door before Knuckle and Uvogin ever made it over the threshold.

Gon flattened his back to the Killua's closed door, only to shriek at the sight of the apartment rules in his hand. He stuffed them up the front of his shirt without thinking twice.

"Gon?" Zushi called into the apartment, footsteps coming to the foyer door.

Gon yelped. "Over here!"

"Oh, thank God—I thought we just burst into a stranger's flat," Zushi laughed, striding into the living space with an impressed whistle. "Wow... nice place, dude."

"Thanks—"

"It's not messy at all! I was expecting, like, a pigsty or something."

"That's because I just threw the pigsty out the window," Gon said as he reached for his bedroom door. "This is my room."

He flattened a hand over his stomach where the paper crinkled. The sound was drowned out by Knuckle and Uvogin cursing in the foyer, so Gon and Zushi rushed in to help. The four of them struggled across the apartment to Gon's room where they kicked aside Gon's sleeping bag in favor of dropping the mattress onto the hardwood floor.

The instant it was down, Knuckle and Uvogin collapsed onto the mattress.

Zushi put his hands on his hips. "What're you two lazing about for? Don't y'all work out or something?"

"Or something," Knuckle huffed, rubbing a hand over his forehead. He passed his fingers through his black curls and glanced over at Uvogin, who let out a gruff groan as he sat up, straightened, and stretched his shoulders out.

"Nice place you've got here, Freecss," Uvogin said.

"Uh, thanks."

"So, you rich or something?" he asked.

Gon winced—Zushi's punch to Uvogin's upper thigh looked like it hurt like a sonuvabitch. "Uh... not exactly. My aunt—she's helping me out. And I got a pretty good deal on this place."

"How good?" Zushi asked, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the wall opposite the windows. "And by that I mean could I move into the bedroom over there."

Gon's heart stopped.

"Th-That isn't a bedroom," Gon said, weakly. "Just a... closet. Large closet."

"Who said I couldn't live in a large closet? This body is compact, bro," Zushi said, hands stationed squarely on his narrow hips.

Knuckle yawned, flopping his phone out of his pocket. He raised it up, only to hesitate, eyes stilling on the screen. Uvogin took notice and turned, only to have his head bashed in when Knuckle shot up and knocked his head straight into Uvogin's.