Tease

{ Advice For Being A Dumbass }

The jarring realization that Killua was into Gon Freecss (in more ways than one) changed his perspective on a lot of things. Having the hots for Freecss did that to a person, but this was different. This was more than just hormones, which only compounded on this distressing news. For what could a man do, when he developed feelings for the guy that was dicking him with no strings attached?

Right after I made my point clear as well, he thought, thoroughly disappointed with himself. He figured this was... the better option. Even if he and Freecss didn't work out, at least he hadn't jumped headfirst (or rather, dick first) into a relationship with Gon Freecss. The guy was about as emotionally self-aware as a goddamn plant.

To top it off, they had yet to decide what to do on Friday.

Killua had a hunch that Gon didn't want to film, and he gathered that from the fact that their sex tape was no longer in the running. Gon had officially unqueued it from his account. Still, that didn't change the fact that Killua was more than 110% down to film a sex tape, which was a lot more than the general population could say.

"I think we've got another situation," Killua confessed that Thursday in the snow, standing on the cusp of the campus mall area.

Beside him, Kurapika was smoking weed from a pen and annoying the students with the stench of it whenever they passed by their vantage point overlooking campus. The outdoor platform connected to the second story of the student union was generally known as a smoking spot—for tobacco, not weed.

Kurapika handed the pen over. Killua took it and wiped the end of it before putting it to his lips for two, short puffs. "Also," Killua said, coughing a little, "why is it that every time we hang out we have to be high?"

"Because I can't tolerate most people sober," Kurapika said, snatching the pen back with a scowl. He touched it to the corner of his mouth and glared ahead. "You don't want to see me sober."

"Of course. I don't know why I questioned it," Killua said sarcastically.

"Anyway, the situation."

"Ah, yes, the situation..."

"What is it."

"I don't really remember..." Killua confessed, tapping a finger to his chin. Kurapika glared at him for as long as it took Killua to remember what the situation was. "Oh! Right, the situation."

He leant back against the railing and sighed. Kurapika flapped his arms around and hissed, "What the hell is it, dude?"

Killua grimaced a little and said, "I think I like—"

And then, off in the distance, "Killua?"

Killua blinked, startled, and turned in the direction of the student union building. There, at the open door, stood Zushi. Killua brightened with a smile, threw his arms out, and waved Zushi over. As soon as Zushi was within hugging distance, Killua smothered him with all of the hugs.

"H-Hey, man, are you high or something?" Zushi asked, laughing. He gave Killua one pat on his back before stepping back, a hand on Killua's shoulder to hold him off. Killua just really wanted to grab his friend and squeeze the Hell out of him.

"Moderately," Kurapika said, white smoke curling from his lips. Snowflakes were now peppering his braided blonde hair. He put a hand out and said, "Kurapika, Killua's therapist."

"He's joking," Killua told Zushi, who nodded hesitantly and took Kurapika by the hand. "You're not my fucking therapist. And this is Zushi, we're in the same major and also best friends."