#ultan

               When Killua woke he was in bed alone. The empty space to his left had the indentation of a sleeping figure that had probably left in the middle of the night. Killua sighed and decided it was time he also dragged his sleepy self out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. On the table he discovered a mug with what looked like coffee or hot chocolate with whipped cream on top, he smiled as he picked up the warm beverage and walked towards the study.

               Killua leaned against the doorway and watched as Ultan sat at his desk scribbling furiously into one of his many notebooks.

               “Sleep well?” Killua whispered, Ultan flinched in response and grabbed the front of his button-up shirt.

               “Don’t scare me like that!” Ultan exclaimed as he looked wide-eyed at Killua. He smiled after a moment and Killua raised his mug as if to say ‘thanks’. “You get up around the same time now so I thought I’d make yours while I make mine.” Ultan said as he nodded to his own cup of coffee (black) on his desk.

               “How long?” Killua asked. Ultan cocked his head unsure of the question. “How long have you been up?” Ultan smiled sheepishly in reply. “Jesus Ultan, you know it’s not good for you if you don’t sleep enough every night.”

               “I know Killua, but I’m so close. I think I’m really on to something now…” Ultan looked down at his mess of a desk. There’s more than one empty cup where he had probably had coffee or tea, switching his cups for each new beverage. His books were strewn across the wooden top, some were lying on their front to save a page, others were open with various sticky notes that contained a messy scrawl. Killua looked at Ultan, he was tired. His hair was partially coming out of his messy bun and his glasses were a little too far down his nose than usual.

Killua said nothing

He put his mug down on a book shelf to the side, seeing as there was no room on Ultan’s desk.

               “What are you doing?” Ultan asks since Killua usually just leaves him to his research in the morning. Killua walked towards the other man and lowered himself to his knees in front of him. He put his hands on the leather belt and looked up at Ultan. “Aren’t you going to drink the coffee I made you? I made sure to put in 5 spoons of sugar this time...” Ultan can already feel the redness in his cheeks.

               “I’m thirsty for something else.” Killua smirks at Ultan.