Don't say, "I love you" | ✔️

IX

Mistakes were so commonly made, people assumed it to be a mix up in their mind. They apologize for it.

Decent people always apologize.

But sometimes mix-ups and mistakes can be costly. Blame gets thrown when a mistake is deadly. When the hammer comes down, too quickly people point the finger to rat out...well another rat.

What possess people to do such actions? To throw someone under the bus to make up for their own shortcomings?

"Fear of the future." Gon mumbled, looking at his homework. Dressed in his pajamas, he laid on his bed. Perplexed brown eyes stared at a piece of paper riddled with problems. Math problems. "I fear a future where calculus actually becomes needed in people's everyday lives."

His mind wondered as he stared at the page, problems seemed to dance in the air almost taunting his mind to solve them. Gon had too many problems already the main one being: Killua. He did not need math to stress him out more.

"If you keep thinking so hard, your hair will go gray before you're 40." A raspy voice said.

Gon's brown eyes flickered up from his paper—the sight of the tall scraggly looking man, brought a little smile to his face.

"Easy for you to say Ging! You know you hide your gray hair behind that wrap-a-cap you wear on your head!" Gon accused, playfully.

Ging's lips curled upwards cunningly, "Hey, watch your goddamn mouth. I gave you that mouth, and I'll beat it off you." He strolled right into Gon's room, standing by his wall covered in Superhero posters. His dark tired eyes shifted around a bit observing the different action figures resting on his son's night stand.

It grew quite between them. But it was a comfortable silence. There was always this lack of formality between them.

"Well..." Gon sat up. A bunch of his superheroes plushies shifted as they covered his pillow. "Are you going to help me?"

"If I knew how to do math, I wouldn't have dropped out of high school to work at Walmart." Ging laughed dryly, rubbing at his hair stubble.

He always rubbed at that stupid hair stubble on his face, that would never grow. It was constantly done when he couldn't comprehend the best way to go about a situation. Which signaled to Gon, that he was about to get thrown some heavy crap in his direction.

Crap that was finally triggered by Ging getting the balls to ask, "So Mito told me you went on your first date earlier."

"Oh..." Gon bit his lip. He considered all the different directions this conversation could go. "I did." Glancing at the scars still on his hand and wrist he muttered, "They.... It was interesting."

"Interesting how? Like for a guy interesting? Or interesting interestingly?" Ging emphasized like there was some unknown difference.

"Killua!" Gon automatically corrected, "Killua is interesting!"

"Only Killua?"

"Yes."

Any normal father would give a decent amount of follow up lectures about "Using protection even when having sex with a guy," or "Even if you're half gay, I still support you, son."

But no, Gon didn't have a normal father. He had Ging. Therefore, he did not get normal lectures.

Ging said, "Is he interesting because he's a supernatural freak?" There was this unreal gleam in his eyes as they flickered up and down. A stern look on his face as he muttered, "It's important that you check for these things Gon, before you agree to date anyone."