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There were many words one could use to describe the nature of their relationship.
Killua and Gon’s relationship, that is.
Everyone knew what the deal was between Leorio and Kurapika, anymore. It was just a matter of time before those two stopped dancing around each other. Meaning, Leorio stopped fretting about Kurapika every other second (and subsequently attempting to figure out what the blonde’s email is), while Kurapika stopped… killing people.
Or whatever it is that people in the mafia do.
However! This story isn’t about them—
No, no.
This story is about Gon and Killua. The duo that could currently be found laying on a beanbag, in a tangle of limbs. Maybe Killua was stretched on top of Gon like a cat with his Nintendo Switch in his hands; maybe Gon was actually the one on top. It truly was difficult to tell.
Either way, pale hands were violently smashing the gaming systems’ buttons as curse words flittered out of his lips by the millisecond. Gon had long ago stopped trying to make his partner stop cursing, it seemed, as at one point when Killua yelled the fuck word, he didn’t even bat an eyelash. He simply tsk’ed and did what Killua asked of him (the sentence was hey, could you please hand me that uh— that um, the fucking toothbrush over there? I forgot the word, lol).
Yeah, he lol’s in real life now.
Gon loves him; he really does. But sometimes…
“What are you thinking about?” Killua slowly came out of his cursing-spree when it looked like the boss in his game was close to dying.
“When you forgot the word ‘toothbrush’,” Gon answered.
“Oh, that was pretty funny, lol.”
See?
“How’s your game going?” He asked.
His own hands had long been buried in Killua’s hair— which was growing out quite nicely— with his fingers lightly scratching at his scalp in an attempt to calm the rage-prone boy.
It was a failed attempt, of course.
Killua hummed, mumbling his response,
“It’s going pretty well. The boss I’m on is— oh fucking shit, I thought he was done getting more fucking health bars,” he growled.
There he goes again.
“Damn. Sorry to hear that,” he said sympathetically. Still, he continued to massage at Killua’s scalp while occasionally tugging at the ends of his hair. He decided to voice his thoughts about it out loud, “it’s almost at a length where you can get it cut into the mullet style you want.”
“Oh?” He glanced away from the screen for a second. Thankfully the level had finally ended and he could finally take a moment to relax. He adjusted his body so his head laid on Gon’s stomach (ah, so he was on top the entire time). He reached one of his hands up; a silent tell that he wanted Gon to link fingers with him. His request was granted right away.
“Yeah. You still wanna have Mito cut it for you?”
“You think she could?”
Having his partners’ aunt cut and style his hair for him sounded nice…
Gon tapped his chin with his pointer finger, thinking.
“…Probably…”
Killua laughed.
“No, I think she’d be great,” he defended her hair-cutting honor. “She’s dealt with your catastrophic hair for fifteen years.”
“True,” Gon agreed. “And she has a sort-of mullet herself, so I’m sure it’ll all work it well.”
“Mhm.”
They’d been subconsciously fiddling around with each other's fingers while they spoke; tangling and untangling them, drawing hearts on each other's palms— at one point, Killua flashed his middle finger in front of Gon’s face. He hadn’t even registered it until the end of their conversation.
“…Did you flick me off?” He raised an eyebrow. It’s not the first time that his partner had done this without even being aware of it.
“…Did I?” Killua blinked.
Ah. Gon loves him; he really does.
There were many words one could use to describe the nature of their relationship.
The most prominent one, though, is love.
“Oh, Kurapika sent me a picture the other day,” Gon mentioned offhandedly later in the evening. Killua looked over his shoulder from where he was frying mushrooms.
“Of what?”
“A stray cat he found,” he held his phone up to show Killua the cat. Killua smiled at how adorable the little baby was, before realizing something.
“…Didn’t Leorio call us this morning complaining about how Kurapika hasn’t texted him in two weeks?”
Gon nodded slowly. Realization dawned on him as well.
"...Oh," he covered his mouth with his hand.
“Lol.”