Name: Gon Freecss

Major: Biology
Dorm: 504

"Leorio," I shout across the courtyard, my eyes catching my doctor friend, who was talking to someone.
He turns around the facing me, arms instantly shooting into the air. "Hey, Gon. What brings you down to this end of the campus?"
I finish running over before giving him a high-five, which is our usual greeting. "I was just wondering around. I got here earlier than my roommate so I'm just waiting for them to show up. I don't want to take the room they want, in case they have a preference."
"Too nice, as always. One day you're gonna end up in a bad situation because of it," Leorio sighed, before pushing his glasses up.
"How does that have anything to do with letting my roommate choose the room they want?" I asked, very curious about Leorio's thought process, as always.
"Well… I couldn't pass up the chance to pass on some wisdom," he mumbled which caused the other person to laugh.
I recognized the blonde beside him instantly. It was one of the dorm managers, Kurapika Kurta. He had shown me around the campus a few times, so I considered we were on the grounds of becoming friends, or something along those lines.
"That just makes you sound older than you already look, Leorio," Kurapika, said, flicking his eyebrow up in my direction. I laughed at the way Leorio's face twisted with rage.
"Well thank you, blondie, for the information. I'm gonna go up to the dorm now, and, maybe, I won't be harassed by you anymore," Leorio grumbled, starting to stomp off towards the dorms.
"Okay then, see you later," Kurapika said to both of us, knowing that I'd be going with Leorio.
"See ya," I shouted back before trotting up to Leorio. We walked in silence for a bit until I started to hum a little tune, which Leorio joined in on after he learned the repeat. This continued till I changed it up, causing Leorio to stumble and me to laugh.
It didn't take us long to get up to the fifth floor, where both of our rooms were. 504, that was the dorm number I was in. I was actually quite happy with it, because it wasn't right at the doorway, but wasn't in the middle of the building, so it wasn't really noisy, but I could still move around freely.
Leorio had room number 500, which he was all too happy about, but, when I reminded him that he was the one that often threw the parties and would cause the most ruckus, he shut up.
"So, do you have any information on your roommate?" I asked once we reached Leorio's room.
"Information? I've met the guy already. He looks like he's gonna be introvert because as soon as I said hi, he responded then told me that I could throw parties, so long as they never went into his room, then holed up in his room," Leorio jabbed a thumb towards the door. "He hasn't left since."
I nodded, then sat at the island. "Well, maybe he just needs to warm up to you. You know that you're not the most approachable person on the planet. He was probably scared off by how old you look," I offered up.
Leorio ran a hand down his face, a low groan exiting his mouth. "Jesus, Kurapika's wearing off on you, isn't he? I should've never introduced you two."
I laughed. "Well, you might have to deal with three people tag teaming on you. I plan on making my roommate a friend. It'll be awesome. I've always wanted to have a friend for a roommate."
"What if it's a girl?" Leorio asked, raising his eyebrows in suggestion.
I pushed his face, grimacing. "Ewe, Leorio, I wouldn't ever plan on doing that."
"Ahh, you'll forever be that little middle schooler I met. Forever blind to the ways of the world," Leorio, stared off into space as if he was thinking about the good old days.
"You're aging yourself, again, Leorio," A witty voice said from the doorway, where Kurapika leaned against the frame.
"Why are you here? I thought I told you to be gone?" Leorio yelled, which caused me to laugh, again.
"Calm yourself," Kurapika rolled his eyes, then pointed at me. "You're roommate came to a little while ago. I thought I'd let him settle in before he'd have to deal with you."
"You're mean… wait, you said he's here!" I yelled and began to hop around the room, which probably pissed off the people underneath of Leorio.
Kurapika nodded then stepped out of the way, allowing me the rush through the doorway towards my room. I couldn't help the smile that was claiming my face.
I wanted to meet him, to get to know him, figure out some new things about this person. Would we be friends? Or would we be like Leorio and his roommate? I really hoped it was the former.
Coming to my door, I jammed my key into the door. I was so jittery that it took a few seconds for me to actually get the door open, but when I did, I pushed it open as hard as I could.
I looked over at the kitchen then let my eyes wander across the room until the landing on a head of white hair sitting on the couch.
I had to hold back the gasp that came up my throat, which caused me to drop my smile for a second, much to my dismay. The person in front of me had the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, an electric blue that twirled around like a thunderstorm. His hair was like a clouded and I didn't have the slightest doubt about whether his hair was a natural color or not because it looked it. Though hunched over I could tell he was tall, not an as tall as me, but tall, and you could see the muscle definition in his body, which had pale white skin covering it, riding of the sharp edges of his body.
"Ahhh, you must be my roommate," I finally get out. I was to caught up in looking at him to realize that it was silent. He was just so… hot.

He just stared at me for a while longer, his gaze so intense, like he was trying to figure out every little thing about me.

Taking things into my own hands, I hurtled over the chair and held out a hand. "My name's Gon Freecss. I'm majoring in biology. What about you?"

That seemed to snap him out of his trance because he took my hand and offered something close to a smile. I finally got to see the object he was hunched over, a guitar, which he was holding like it was his lifeline. "Killua. I major in Musical Studies."

I couldn't help but laugh once I heard his voice. It sounds so calming and it made me want to release all my energy. It was relieving to hear that his talk. I was also laughing because I probably should've guessed he did something along the lines of music.

I sat down beside him, letting myself sink into the couch. "Figures. You seem to be that type of person, and you're also holding a guitar, so it makes sense."

"You also seem like the biology type," Killua said, looking at me from the corner of his eye. I could see that he kind of looked regretful for saying that, because to be honest, I wore my emotions on my sleeve, and when he said I looked like a biology studier, I was shocked.

""Really?" I asked, really wanting to know why. "Most people think I'd be majoring in teaching or something he requires interacting with people." All true. "How you figure?"

He put his guitar down and faced me as if he was preparing the explain the theory of the universe. That's how intense he looked and how hard he was thinking. "Well, unless you're passionate about biology, you can find it boring, so most biology majors don't actually end up attending HU. To add-on, you've got some wild vibe, or whatever people call it, that just kind of screams nature freak. That's how I figure."

I couldn't help but think. It all made sense and was all true. Biology was really only for those who were extremely interested, just like all other sciences. BUt for Killua to figure out that it was just because I thought the science was cool but because I had some sort of connection with nature, that was amazing.

I smiled over at him. "That makes sense." Then another thought came up. "ANyways, what room did you choose?"

He picked up his guitar and stuck it in a case, by a small pile of stuff. "I didn't choose one."

Curious, I ran up to his side, not only looking at how little things he had but at the fact that he hadn't gone ahead and chosen a room like I had thought he would. "Why not?"

"Because I wasn't sure what room you wanted. So I decided to wait," Killua replied, standing up, not actually looking at me.

I couldn't help but laugh at how sheepish he was acting. "You're really nice, Killua," I said. Of course, when I said it, I was expecting a thank you, which was what most people would do. But I could see Killua's cheeks turn the slightest bit of pink, then he turned his face away. But that wasn't all the shocked me.

"I'm not, I just did what anyone would do. Which one do you want?" He asked, changing the topic in an instant. I wanted to inform him that, actually, no, not many people would want to ask what room their roommate would want, in fact, most people show up earlier just so they could get the better room.

I moved towards the room on the right side, just for the sake of it, then turned to Killua, who was watching me. "If you don't mind, I think I'll take this one."

"Whatever fine with me," He said, then picked up his stuff and went into his room.

I watched him disappear into the room, making a mental note to ask him why he had so little things. Four duffel bags, that didn't even look full, a guitar and an amp. That's it. I had three big boxes and at least four suitcases of stuff, and I thought that that wasn't a lot.

Pushing it away, I started to move my things into my room. Killua did seem to be a puzzle. He was quiet, but I could tell that he was witty, he just wasn't showing it. By the way, he carried himself, I could tell. He was kind of like Kurapika in that way.

I took out some photo's of my with Kon, the dog I had back on Whale Island, some pictures of me with Mito-san and my Grandmother, then some photo's of me with people I've met while traveling.

My clothes weren't all that fancy, just the bare minimum and a few extra tanks. I pulled out my textbooks, groaning at the thought of having to tackle my mind around those on Monday.

Biology, I loved it, but, sometimes, I wasn't exactly the brightest when it came to the thinking procedure. I acted more on instinct than anything, which is bad, according to some people.

It was getting to be passed an hour, and I was still unpacking the tiny things, like decorations Mito-san insisted I put up and a few extras I thought would make it a little homier. Holed up in my room, I then smelt something coming from outside, and I couldn't help but follow the amazing smell.

I exited my room to see Killua sitting at the island looking at something on his phone, which seemed to look like music. "What smells so good?" I asked, basically drooling.

"Chicken and rice," Killua replied but didn't say anything. I nodded, assuming that he was making himself dinner, which I would have to do sooner or later after I finished packing.

But I can take a break, I thought before sitting down beside him. "What'cha doin'?"

He shot a glare my way, which caused me to shiver, but I rubbed it off, knowing there wasn't any bad intent. "You're nosey," He grumbled before going back to what was on his phone.

"And you're not answering my question," I said, and waited for a reply, so when I got nothing, I leaned over his shoulder a little more. "It looks like music."

Killua put his phone down and looked at me. "Thank you, Captain Obvious, I would've never guessed," The way his voice drawled caused my brain to short circuit a bit, the way it sounded so smooth as the sarcasm dripped off his tongue like it was second nature.

"I knew you were sarcastic," was all I could get myself to say, which I was kind of proud of because I got to see the confused look on his face before he rolled his eyes.

"So sue me," he mumbled before he put his phone done, allowing me to see it. "This is the piece I need to play in class on Monday. It's the music score, which means I can choose to play any of the parts I want to."

Taking in the information, I thought of Killua playing instruments. Rocking out on a guitar, very likely, elegantly playing the piano, he had the fingers for it. "Really?! So, you can play all these instruments." I didn't realize how stupid it sounded until I said it.

Killua flinched like he was repressing an action, but he just shook his head and took his phone back. "No, idiot, I can't. There are very few people who can."

I nodded in understanding, "So what do you play?"

He paused, then started to count on his fingers, looking up the ceiling as if he was searching through his brain. I had to suppress a laugh at how cute he looked, but then he looked at me. "Well, I started on the guitar, then I played the piano, then the violin, trumpet, flute, clarinet, drums… let's leave it at I can play quite a few."

Taken aback, I tried to think if I could play any instruments, but all I could come up with was playing chopsticks on the piano and learning the trumpet in grade six when we had to take mandatory band, which wasn't the best years. "So, what are you going to play?" I said, unconsciously leaning in, something I didn't notice I did until Killua jumped out of his chair, trying to make it seem like he was checking on the food.

"I plan on playing the piano," he then stopped and tapped the counter, "but I need to find the music room tomorrow because I don't just have a piano on hand."

Seeing my opportunity, I jumped out of my chair. "I can show you where it is. I know Kurapika and a few seniors on campus and I've been here a few times before, so I know all about where you'll want to go and all that. It'll be fun!"

"What are you? Twelve?" He rolled his eyes at me.

"That's mean, Killua," I whined, watching as Killua just rolled his eyes. "I'm eighteen, for your information."

"Well, ditto," Killua mumbled, taking the chicken out of the oven. The smell reached my nose and I could.

T help but lean over his shoulder to take in the sight. It didn't look like much, but it smelled absolutely amazing.

I took in one more big sniff before I felt Killua tense up underneath me, then look over with a confused look on his face. Instantly, I pulled back. Killua had been patient with me, that wasn't hard to see. Most people, by this time, would've told him to back off and snap, but Killua just gave me a questioned look.

"Oh, sorry. I've been told I don't have much of a concept of personal space," I rubbed the back of my neck, before stepping back, giving Killua back his space. "And I try to remind myself, but I just get caught in the moment. But the chicken smells good. Did you use garlic?"

He didn't say anything, he just looked away, his head slightly bobbing, as if to say he understood. Grabbing some plates, he loaded up his own plate with rice and chicken, the aroma teasing my nostrils. It was definitely garlic.

Eyes trained on Killua, I watched as he sat down on the couch and began to fumble around on the TV, face twisting with distaste at some of the channels, which I couldn't see.

Making my way towards my bedroom, Killua yelled at me. "Hey!" Shocked at him actually talking to me, I whipped around to see him pointing at the kitchen. "Why don't you have any food?"

I took me a moment to actually understand what he was saying until I did. I ran, hurtling over a few loose items, grabbing the plate and overloading my plate and sitting down on the couch with Killua, shoveling the food into my mouth.

"Oh god, this is so good. Thank you Killua. You're so nice."

I didn't pay much attention to how Killua reacted, but I heard a line I was sure I would often hear from him.

"I'm not nice."