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Killua could probably count the amount of kids he's met on one hand, but he never bothered to learn their names. That was, until he saw this one boy.
He seemed different for some reason. His eyes were bright despite their dark color and he looked as though a bad thing had never happened to him. Still somehow energetic after running for hours on end.
Killua slowed his skating down so he would be able to see the other boy better. He seemed shorter by a bit, but had enough energy for them both and on his face there was this bright smile. Hesitating at first, Killua finally spoke,
"Hey how old are you?"
The boy's response was quick but his face never lost its smile.
"I'm twelve years old!"
That feels so long ago now.
Sitting in Gon's room together two years older than when they first met. Much had happened in those two years, but I guess some things never change. Gon's face still holds a bright smile, despite the scars that now linger it. He radiates the same warmth he did the first time Killua met him.
If you asked Gon what has changed about Killua since they first met he'd say he talks more. He doesn't mind though, it gives him time to look at Killua's eyes. He could look at them for hours on end. They hold so much in them and Gon thinks they look a lot like the night sky on whale island. Thats another thing, his eyes look a lot less dull than before.
Gon's caught himself looking at Killua more than he used to, and sometimes Killua stares at him too. He knows Killua's always been like that but for some reason it feels different now. For some reason, whenever he looks at him Gon's face starts warming up and he starts thinking about how pretty Killua looks.
Aunt Mito just sighed when he asked about it after coming home for the first time. She told him that it only happens when that person is special to you, but he felt like she was leaving something out. Killua's always been special to him, right? So why does it all feel so new?
Killua wasn't stupid. He knew that Gon's smile hadn't always made him feel so vulnerable. He knew that this isn't how you're supposed to think about your bestfriend. At first, he really held on to the idea that 'he was just feeling like this because he never had a friend before.' The first time he met Mito was when the holes in that excuse started showing.
When trying to go to sleep that night all he could think about was Gon. The bed smelt like him and the room had photos of Gon when he was younger on the walls. His smile hasn't changed. He's always shined this brightly, even after all they went through together. Right... together.
Even when they were apart all Killua could think of was if Gon was doing okay. Their phone calls never seemed long enough, they never felt like enough. He could hear Gon's smile behind the phone but it just wasn't the same as watching his eyes light up when he grinned.
Killua never knew what love was supposed to be, but he knew that he never wanted his families twisted form of love to be how he cared for Gon. He knew it wasn't like how Mito cared about Gon either. It always was a thought in the back of his head, because he had seen couples on the street and every once and awhile he pictured him and Gon in their place.
So when Aunt Mito found them cuddled up together in Gon's room for the first time, she just smiled and let them sleep a little longer.