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Gon knows Killua is mad at him.
Well. Not mad at him, per se, because Killua is never actually mad mad at him. But he’s definitely getting to that irritated, scowling face, annoyed kind of mad that Gon is more than a little familiar with after five years since their initial meeting.
Gon can’t help it though. He just really, really loves Killua’s new haircut.
“Gon,” Killua says, cutting off Gon’s last sentence as he very visibly grounds his teeth together. “Cut it out, jeez. I know you like my hair, okay, I get it. But you’ve been going on about it for thirty minutes already—”
“Thirty minutes well spent!” Gon chirps happily. He reaches out and Killua stiffens as Gon runs his fingers through shortened silver locks just above Killua’s ear. A red blush blossoms across pale cheeks and Gon grins, delighted at the sight.
The hair cut Killua went with today is different than his usual. Today he’d gone in with his slightly overgrown dandelion-puff of white hair, and had reappeared with something that had taken Gon by total surprise:
An undercut.
And Gon loved it.
“It’s so nice, Killua,” Gon sighs and Killua’s blush deepens until his entire face is scarlet under the glare of the afternoon sun. “Really, I’m being serious! Your hair is especially fuffy at the top now, so I can still touch it a lot and bury my face in it when we hug! Oh, and it’s short at the bottom so you won’t complain when we have to take those Hunter jobs at the super hot locations.”
He paused. “Or maybe you’ll still complain, because you’re Killua, but maybe not as much because it’s a ton lighter now! Plus like this I can see your eyes a lot better and that means I can stare into them more, so—MPH!!!”
The rest of his words are cut off as chapped lips are smashed against his.
He blinks owlishly at Killua’s scrunched up face—the cute way his nose is wrinkled, how his eyes are screwed tightly shut, his warm and wonderful and good mouth against Gon’s—and then his brain finally registers that Killua is kissing him and he hurriedly, eagerly, moves to kiss Killua back.
They pull away a few minutes later, both breathing heavily against each other. Gon’s head is dizzy from lack of air and Killua Killua Killua—
“I,” Killua starts between pants and Gon zeros in on narrowed blue eyes. “Love you. But please shut up about my haircut, dammit.”
Gon’s heart is pounding too fast. He cups Killua’s chin, traces Killua’s red bottom lip with his thumb as he asks, “What if I keep on talking about your haircut, anyway? Will you just kiss me again?”
Killua smirks and Gon’s stomach flips. Killua says smartly, “I don’t need an excuse like that to kiss you, stupid.”
That’s all Gon needs to hear before he’s cupping the back of Killua’s head and pulling him back down. Their lips meet in the middle and Gon smiles into the kiss, arms winding around Killua’s hips to hold him closer.
Maybe it’s not the haircut Gon loves. Maybe it’s just Killua.