Tease

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chapter summary: Killua's nonexistent filter gets him into trouble (what else is new).

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Art History class was nearly just as unbearable as being trapped in Killua's apartment without a computer, only worse. He wasn't sure what it was about colonial American art that made his brain feel like it weighed approximately ten thousand pounds, but damn, it hard to keep it up. His head lolled on his shoulders and he nearly face planted if it weren't for Zushi nudging him in the arm.

"Dude, stay with it. We've got fifteen more minutes," Zushi whispered.

"I don't think I can make it," Killua sighed, slumping even further into his seat. He rubbed a hand over his eyes and down the side of his face.

He thought that telling Gon would lift the weight from his shoulders, but now it was heavier. It felt different though—it was no longer the burden it was before, a potential jeopardization of his friendship with Gon—and he had Kurapika to thank for it.

He could barely focus his eyes until the exact moment the professor reached the end of the presentation and his peers began to unzip their backpacks. He jolted awake, eyes bleary from spending half of the night on Gon's Twitter feed. Sure, he had checked it out before, but most of his phone power was designated for the HUNter app these days. Twitter had never been so relevant, though, because now? Now his feed was filled with photos of Gon. Killua had to assume that Gon had hired some poor photography student on campus because damn, they were high quality. Even his selfies from his phone camera were spot on, but those photoshoots?

The bane of Killua's existence.

He hated them so spectacularly that he kept one as his home screen photo.

Zushi packed up his bag and rose to his feet with a sigh. When Killua said nothing, he sighed again, this time with more gusto.

"What?" Killua said with a laugh, pushing himself upright.

Zushi slumped and rolled his head back with a groan. "It's just that—Retz isn't our model anymore, and I'm kinda sad about it," he confessed.

"Please tell me you aren't still watching her videos," Killua said, dreadful at the prospect of it. Retz was a different matter entirely, though he did feel hypocritical for watching half of Gon's videos over the past week and a half. Retz was a professional, though—she was hired to model for their class, and there were boundaries there that Killua wouldn't cross even if he was straight.

Zushi sighed all over again and said, "No, I haven't watched them. I just... follow her on Twitter and Instagram now. That's all."

"Jesus Christ, Zushi," Killua said with a roll of his eyes. He started for the stairs and Zushi chased after him.

Zushi started singing a low-key, depressing tune from the fifties that had Killua rolling his eyes. He swayed, sweeping from side to side as he dropped his voice an entire octave. Killua jogged away, laughing, but Zushi persisted: "Won't you kiss me once... baby...? Just a kiss good-night... maybe?"

The students still lingering in the entryway giggled as Killua half-sang, half-belted out, "You and I will fall in love—!" with a hand on his heart, the other extended to Zushi as he backed into the lecture hall door and pushed out.

Zushi followed after him, an arm around his neck as he sang, "PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY—"

Killua turned around and instantly cursed, slapping a hand over Zushi's eyes. The girls behind them were giggling as Killua forced Zushi to a full stop at the sight of Gon Freecss in the arts building, standing across the atrium from them. He was far enough away for Killua to redirect Zushi and push him by the shoulders towards the door.