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{ Recipe For Disaster: Fire Sex }

Killua stayed at the studio late that evening, long after the sun went down outside of the curtained windows. Zushi left around dinner time, since he didn't come equipped with food. Killua hadn't, either—it was difficult to meal prep when he wasn't even staying at his usual apartment. He didn't want to diminish Gon's food supply, either, so he ordered food to be delivered to the building, and only left the room to fetch it.

As he ate, he pulled the window curtains aside and took a seat on the drafty windowsill. His sweater was warm enough to ward off the frost encroaching on the windowpane. He pushed his sleeves up and dug in, munching contently on a bowl of sweet and sour chicken.

The snow outside was flickering around street lamps and traffic lights down at the nearby intersection. Killua watched one particular vehicle turn the corner as he popped a piece of chicken into his mouth. In the middle of slurping up low mein noodles, the Lyft parked just outside of the arts building at the short, curved entrance that pulled off of the main street. The back door opened and Killua choked at the sight of Gon stepping out.

"Gon?" Killua rasped, coughing. He pushed off of the window sill just as he caught sight of Gon looking up the side of the building, likely wondering which exact room Killua was in.

Killua hurried across the room, pushing his dinner aside, wiping his mouth clean on the sleeve of his sweatshirt, and taking his student card with him out of the room. The door locked behind him as he jogged to the atrium.

Once there, he skidded up to the railing that overlooked the ground floor. The place was empty all except for a few stragglers and the janitor that was finishing up down the basement stairs where the ceramic lockers were. The front door pushed open and sure as shit, there was Gon Freecss in a derpy-looking peacoat, skinny jeans, and winter boots. His backpack was slung over one shoulder as he scanned the atrium, lifted his eyes, and caught sight of Killua standing there looking absolutely baffled.

Killua threw his arms up. "Dude, what the hell're you doing here?" he said, voice echoing across the atrium.

"It's snowing," Gon called back as he started for the stairs.

Killua gestured to the stretch of windows above the entrance. "Uh, yeah, no shit. Why are you here though?"

Gon jogged up the steps and spun around the railing. Now close enough for private conversation, Gon smiled and leant an elbow against the railing next to Killua, saying, "'Cause it's snowing and you don't have your phone. So you were probably gonna walk to the subway and the two blocks to my apartment."

What was this sensation mulling in his chest? It felt a lot like a gong being struck, and for a moment, Killua lost all sense of his vocal chords. He wrangled his voice back together by clearing his throat and rasping with a laugh, "I don't need a personal Lyft chauffeur, thank you very much. And who says I'm going back to your place anyway?"

"Aren't you though?" Gon said, and fuck, was he really staring at Killua's lips that entire time? Killua licked his bottom lip and glanced down at the ground floor, ears flushed red hot. "I really meant it, you know. That you can stay at my place. I haven't had a roommate in a while."

"Yeah, well, we aren't roommates," Killua muttered, rolling his eyes back to Gon. "And it's temporary."

"Right, yeah, that's what I meant."

"Right," he said.

They stared at one another until Gon straightened with a sigh, pushing a hand against the railing. He tipped his head towards the hallway and asked, "So where's your stuff?"