Hands trail through Illumi's black hair, it's so silky, smooth... Lips pressed against each other, heatedly kissing, wanting more. Hisoka pulls away to look at the man, Illumi's hands moving down his chest, lower... and lower...

Hisoka's eyes flash open and he pants, running a hand through his hair. A dream... It was only a dream. Oh my gosh, now he's dreaming of him!

Illumi's face is so clear in his mind... Illumi's body... Argh! Hisoka walks into his bathroom, forcing himself into a cold shower to clear his head. Damn it, he's already hooked on Illumi more than any liquor. Hisoka groans, water running off him as he steps out of the shower. He wraps his towel around his waist and walks out to make breakfast.

"Hisoka!" Gon whines. "We have guests." The boy says when he meets him, both walking out of their rooms.

"It's my house," Hisoka responds, walking through the living room and into the kitchen, not even looking to see who was visiting.

"Are you always so grumpy in the mornings?" Chimes Machi's familiar voice.

Hisoka rolls his eyes as he begins making pancakes.

"Whatcha making for us?" Killua asks as he walks into the kitchen, trailing Gon, Machi, and Illumi behind him.

"Pancakes, which your lazy asses could make for yourselves," Hisoka responds, glancing up at them. Seeing Illumi, however, causes him to take a second look. He's in a towel for crying out loud... His own fault though...

"Come on," Gon smiles. "You always make me breakfast."

"You, not him." Hisoka gives Killua a dirty look and he shrugs. "Am I making for you two?"

"Please. Let me try the amazing cooking Killua speaks of." Machi plops onto a stool at the island.

"You talk about me?" Hisoka raises an eyebrow, looking over Killua who has an arm wrapped around Gon's waist.

"I mean, yeah, you're kinda Gon's brother." Killua shrugs. "Plus your food is top tier."

Hisoka pours the mixture into the pan and uses it as a moment to go change, pulling on the first pair of boxers and pants he can find; which are of course, joggers. As a dancer, he has quite a collection of those. He walks back into the kitchen to flip the pancake.

Not once had Illumi spoken to him, nor had he really acknowledged Illumi. The tense feeling between them continuing it seems. Hisoka looks over to where Illumi sits beside Machi, Illumi is staring at Hisoka making him feel rather small. He had no makeup on, his hair still wet, and when Illumi came in, he was only in a towel... Not to mention the shower had been from a dream about Illumi... Hisoka felt much more self-conscious.

"You done with that pancake...?" Gon prys and Hisoka gives him a look, flipping the single pancake on the plate.

"Guests first," Hisoka slaps Gon's reaching hand.

Once the plate is full of pancakes, he serves Machi and Illumi first, then offers the two hungry teens their plates who gobble them up in what seems like seconds and are asking Hisoka for more. Hesitantly he pushes the rest of the made pancakes towards them which they walk off to the living room with.

"What about yourself?" Illumi speaks up.

"Huh?" Hisoka looks over.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"Oh... Um, yeah, I'll get something in a sec, how's it taste?"

"Amazing!" Machi hums. "You really are a good cook! And we get a lot of really good cooks," she smiles, shoving more pancake into her mouth.

"It does taste good," Illumi adds. Hisoka smiles, glad Illumi likes it. That's all that really mattered... "So are you going to eat?" Illumi presses.

"Right..." Hisoka instead gets distracted and cleans up after the pancakes, and then the boys after they bring their dishes in. As much as he let himself become a mess sometimes, he rather a clean space. It felt better to be in. He takes the dishes from Machi and Illumi after they finish and clean them too. Hardly paying mind to the groups small talk as he cleans.

"Killua and I are off to school, bye!" Gon says suddenly and Hisoka realizes he hadn't walked Gon to school in a while...

"Am I not invited?" Hisoka asks, narrowing his eyes.

"Not unless you wanna see cute couple stuff," Gon smirks, holding up his hand which holds Killua's.

"Right. See ya." Hisoka mutters, putting the last dish away as the boys leave.

"Someone's sulky, what, you normally walk Gon to school? That's cute," Machi puts in her two cents. "Maybe you can walk the two of them tomorrow, make sure they don't do anything stupid."

Hisoka scoffs. "They'll do something stupid with or without me."

"Touche," Machi nods.

"Anyways, why did you two visit?" Hisoka leans against the counter, turning to look at them. Illumi is still staring him down, is there something wrong with his face? Machi, however, puts down the salt shaker she was playing with and looks up.

"Thought you might show us around the university campus? You're our tour guide after all." Machi shrugs.

"I showed you most of the campus..." Hisoka gives her a confused look.

"We mean like, all the cool hang out places where the hip kids go," Machi furthers.

Hisoka raises an eyebrow and she shrugs. "Alright, let me get dressed. I have a class at one, so I have to come back home at twelve thirty to get my stuff."

"Can we pick your outfit?" Illumi perks up. "And watch your class?"

Both are odd requests... Then again their technically exchange students and fashion students at that. "Have at 'er."

Hisoka shows them to his room where both spend time looking around before actually going to his closet. Illumi inspects his bed, which had not been made since he had practically run to the shower prior to them arriving. Machi is looking at the big picture of a moment Hisoka was most proud of; him holding his trophy to one of the biggest dancing competitions in the country, hugging Gon who was smiling so proudly of him. Beside the picture was the trophy itself.

Illumi moved on to look at the picture as well. In fact, the only pictures in his room, in the house, were of himself and Gon. His time before Gon... His disgusting past was something he had no intention of having memories of.

Finally, they dug into his closet and he made his bed, waiting for them to come up with something.

"Your clothes kinda suck," Machi comments. Hisoka sits on his bed waiting, watching Illumi slide through clothes pulling some things out, making the slightest of faces at others, he wasn't as emotionless as Hisoka originally thought. Or maybe Hisoka just picked up on the little twitches of his mouth, and the slight narrowing or widening of his eyes, or the small wrinkle when he didn't like—he's only been in Illumi's presence for how long and he already could pick up these things? Oh god...

"Here," Illumi finally hands Hisoka some clothes. Hisoka puts them on, surprised to find they're something he could wear to class. A pair of tight-fitting, grey drop-crotch pants, Adidas runners, and a red cropped hoodie. He didn't often wear his cropped clothes, seeing as the girls in his class always stared and he didn't need to give them more of a reason. Not that he minded being ogled, but it was class. Illumi throws a grey cap on top of his head and stands back, assessing his work.

"Try," Machi plucks the beanie off Illumi's head and replaces the cap. "Better?"

Illumi hints at a smile. "Better."

"No makeup?" Hisoka raises an eyebrow.

"No," Illumi responds. "Let's go."

Hisoka scrunches up his nose and then looks at himself in his mirror... Not bad... Not bad at all.

"Why don't you buy yourself a bigger house?" Illumi asks and Hisoka glances back at him.

"Why would I?" Hisoka questions, walking out of his room after grabbing everything he needs to go out.

"You have the money... From performing. Do you have a manager? Why not have a cook? And a maid? Oh, and you never ate breakfast. You should have a babysitter too," Illumi rambles and Hisoka glances at Machi.

She smiles as the leave the apartment and Hisoka falls in line beside Illumi who was clearly expecting answers, his big eyes looking over him.

"I just need a big enough house to fit Gon and I... I don't have a manager. I know how to cook and clean. And I forgot breakfast," Hisoka answers... That should be all the questions. "Oh and I do not need a babysitter."

Illumi tsks. "You forgot breakfast. Let's get that first."

"I can just stop for coffee before my class," Hisoka shrugs.

"Breakfast," Illumi pushes.

So they walk to the cafe on campus, Hisoka showing them more of the campus along the way. Somewhere inside, he wishes Machi wasn't there. So it could be like another date between Illumi and him. Maybe with a kiss this time, or more...

Hisoka shakes his head and goes to order, only asking for coffee, which Illumi oh-so-rudely interrupts, asking for a muffin as well and paying. Illumi grabs the muffin and shoves it at Hisoka, holding his coffee hostage until he finishes. The man is surprisingly agile for a fashion designer...

He takes them through different parts of the campus, the places kids tended to hang out, as Machi requested. The visual arts kids, the dancers, the film kids, even the designers, the program their exchange was through. They tended to stick to their own common areas by their classrooms. Hisoka headed to the dance room he had claimed and hung out in.

The room was up a few floors, lots of windows despite the building being on the older side. The studio was way bigger than it needed to be for him to practice alone, but he loved the room. It was a safe place. He turns music on over the speakers and sits in the middle.

"You dance here?" Machi sits across from him.

"Mhm," he hums, watching Illumi look at him through the mirror. "Either of you know how?"

Machi snorts. "Do I look like a dancer?"

Hisoka looks over at her and pulls her to her feet, he holds her as if they were ballroom dancing and without warning, pulls her into a dance. She's practically forced to move with him, all the while she holds his gaze. He spins her and then dips her gently.

"You dance," he says raising her back to her feet and letting her go.

Machi looks at him with big eyes. "A-Apparently."

He offers her surprised look a little smile before a song comes on, one he loves to dance to, and he gets lost to the music. The fast pace that allows his heart to race, the beat allowing him to move, flowing through his veins. When he danced, nothing else mattered. Just the dance; the dance, his dance partner if he had one, and those he performed for. They were what kept him going. Most of all, the dance itself. The feeling deep inside him.

Illumi catches his gaze and he makes his way over before pulling the man into the dance. Illumi wasn't exactly a dancer either, but he allowed Hisoka to lead him and he flowed with Hisoka better than any partner he had ever danced with. His body suited Hisoka's, his feet moved how Hisoka wanted despite him having no dance knowledge.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew it was because Illumi was made for him, he was supposed to fit him like this, to fit so well as their bodies pressed against each other...

Illumi and Hisoka were frozen, the song had ended, Illumi once again, so close he could kiss... Illumi slips out of his arms and Hisoka chews on his lip instead, turning off the music.

"Wow... You look amazing in videos but... Hisoka your dancing really is something else," Machi compliments.

"Thanks," he rubs the back of his neck. This might be the only compliment he ever gets from the damn woman, he should definitely cherish it. He glances at the time. "Shoot! I gotta get to class!"