𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

Communication is Important

"Killua?"

Speak of the devil. Wait— I shouldn't refer to Gon as a devil. He's an angel. Excuse me, speak of the angel.

I quickly zip up my pants and take off my shirt. I need to make it look like I was doing something. I go over to my door, unlock it, and open it. There is Gon, with a big bright smile on his face, looking as cute as ever.

"Hey, sorry I was changing."

"H-hey.." his voice travels off as his face heats up, I smirk in return. "I wanted to say, thank you."

"Huh?"

He bows slightly and I feel myself get flustered. "Thank you Killua, I'm glad you told Alluka bout what happened," his eyes look up at me expectantly.

I shrug and chuckle, "It's s nothing," I say and slightly pat his head, earning a soft giggle from him.

His eyes become distant for a second and his smile loses its brughtness. I tilt my head confused at this new behavior. "Everything ok?" I ask and take this as an opportunity for us to bond. I also walk over to my dresser to quickly put on a shirt.

He looks up over at me and seems shocked to see that I noticed his sad demeanor. "I'm fine.."

"You don't seem fine," I persist and move back to my original spot at the door way.

"Yeah, I lied," he chuckles nervously.

"Do you want to maybe talk about it?," I ask kindly and put a hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

He nods and I guide him inside my room. He looks around with curious eyes then looks back at me. "Oh, you can sit on my bed."

"Thanks Killua," he smiles and sits on top of my bed, his legs dangling off and he swings them back and forth childishly. I sit next to him and pat his back gently. He looks up at me and his expression looks sheepish.

"Are you sure I can talk to you? I don't want to be a bother." A bother? I understand why he would think that around me, but still. How could Gon be anywhere close to being a 'bother'? (Maybe when he clouds my thoughts during school or night but that's besides the point).

"It's not a big deal. It's good to tell people your problems." I reassure and smile at him warmly. Slyly, my hand moves down to rest on his lower back. He doesn't seem to notice and smiles back at me.

"Thanks again Killua, this means a lot to me. I don't know why, but I feel like I can talk to you," he says and smiles up at me, a soft and genuine one that makes my heart race.

"It's about Ging." Shit, I really shouldn't have yelled at him earlier.

"H-he, well, it's hard to explain." His eyes look everywhere except at me.

"Go for it, Im listening."

"Well, I came into contact with him again. He has social media now and he added me.." Ging of all people having social media, that's a shocker. How much did he change?

"Well, turns out he has a new family now," he chuckles nervously and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. I didn't notice until now but my hand is resting on his bare thigh and I have to breath deeply to control myself. I can't make any wrong moves right now when he's literally opening up to me.

"It really sucks. He looks so.. happy. He was never really happy with me. When mom died, I think he stopped caring about me as much. He never really looked out for me. Now, he has a new family; a wife, kids. I don't know, I feel selfish but, it makes me sad."

His eyes are downcast and he has a small smile written on his face that's definitely forced. I rub my thumb on his thigh in the most comforting way I muster, as if telling him to continue.