King of Hearts

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When evening came, it came swiftly and without warning. Gon had been too absorbed in their rune studies to bother looking out the window to realize that it was now dark and he still had to get back to south campus. He didn't want to overstay his welcome, but the moment he suggested it, Killua said:

"You're staying the night."

Gon startled in his seat. He watched as Killua stood, not bothering to look at Gon as he crossed the room to the bedroom. He disappeared into the closet as Gon stammered uselessly and managed to squeak out, "Oh, no, I couldn't intrude—"

"I don't want you walking around at night alone," Killua said, returning to the door with a tote in hand. He put a hand on his hip as he tossed the tote at Gon, who caught it. "And I'd walk you, but that means walking back alone. You see my point. Neither of us are gonna be killed for the sake of sleeping in our own beds or whatever."

Gon peered down at the bag. Its contents were small, but plenty. He opened the bag by the handles and stared, dumbfounded, at the gift. Gon looked up at Killua, eyes wide.

Killua ran his free hand over the back of his neck, looking away. "It's... just stuff my siblings keep on hand for their champions. For situations like this."

"O-Oh, right. Yeah, that makes sense," Gon whispered, looking back at the bag. He pulled out miscellaneous toiletries, pain killers, vitamins—

"What kind of food do you like?" he asked, startling Gon once again and throwing him for an absolute loop. When Gon did nothing but stare back, Killua sighed and gestured vaguely, saying, "For dinner. It's on me."

Suddenly, Gon forgot what food even was. What was his favorite food again? Later on, Gon would look back at this exact moment and think to himself, Taquitos, you idiot, you love taquitos.

Instead, he said, "You."

It came out without reservation until the exact moment Killua processed what the hell just flew out of Gon's mouth. Gon slapped a hand over his cheeks and said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say that out loud."

A snicker slipped onto Killua's perfect lips as he scoffed and looked away, back to his phone. "Asian food it is," Killua said.

Gon put his hands over his face and groaned. What the fuck was wrong with him? Was he always like this? Gon couldn't remember a time he felt like this—like if he ever held Killua by the arm, he wouldn't let go. It was because of this that Gon threw his hands down, sat on them, and continued to do so as Killua strolled over to the side of the couch and leant a hand against the back cushion.

Gon bit his lip, ears flushed bright red as Killua leant towards him with his phone and said, "You like Japanese, right?"

Gon swallowed hard and squeaked, "What?"

"Japanese food."

"O-Oh. Yeah, I like, um, yeah. That."

Killua put his knee to the cushion and lowered himself onto the couch, fully facing Gon, who clenched his hands into fists underneath his legs. "What specifically."

"Something with... meat in it. Specifically."

Killua hummed, his forearm still reclined along the cushion behind Gon's head. He scrolled through the menu and listed off everything with pork, beef, and sashimi. All the while, Gon kept playing their own nonexistent (but oddly vivid) sex tape in his head and—

Gon put a hand to his hair and gripped it like he was prepared to pull it out, hair follicle-by-hair follicle. What was going on with his brain? This was different from the sex drive he had while Killua drank from him. It felt like that effect was lingering on his sensitive skin and urging him to act on it. This was beyond anything Gon was equipped to deal with in a rational manner.