Don't say, "I love you" | ✔️

XII

Things would be easier if Gon was like his father. If Gon was like Ging and just blamed everything on supernatural and he cursed the forces that be. But Gon couldn't. So that led to him having a sleepless night.

"You look like a zombie." Biscuit commented. For the second day in a row the counselor had been hanging around the library, occasionally checking to see if Gon was really studying.

Gon looked up from the SAT book. "I've been up studying." He lied. Moving a finger he flipped the page, flashing a few highlighted words.

"You just make sure to get a good sleep before the big test." The woman informed him. "If you don't get a full night's rest, it leads to discombobulation and not thinking straight."

"Okay, I will." Gon murmured, as the lady flashed him a smile. She was encouraging. Biscuit had much more positivity than his dad or Mito did about this whole thing. She almost was as supportive as Killua.

Biscuit pointed at the essay topic, "So you highlighted the words: supernatural, evil, and motherly."

'Shit.' The boy thought. He tapped his pencil on the blank space where he was supposed to write. "Yep." The last thing he needed was for a counselor to slide in on his personal life.

"Any particular reason?"

"Yeah. Upon further examination, I concluded this prompt is too shoddy."

"How so?"

"These words are in the gray area for me until I properly feel justified to extend my point of reason."

Biscuit gave a nod of approval, impressed with Gon's use of vocabulary. However, she still looked a bit lost. Her eyes flickered trying to understand, "Motherly...is in the gray area for you?"

Gon looked heavenward, giving her an obvious sarcastic glance reading: 'I never had a mother. How am I supposed to know what that is like?'

"Aside from your shortcomings." Biscuit clarified, "Think about it. You have people who actually want you. Some kids have parents who could care less about them." She shook her head sadly, "I really wish there were more social programs and activities for mistreated, abused and homeless youth. It would reduce gangs, drugs and the crime rate."

Gon found himself thinking about Killua and his siblings. He took into consideration, Killua's views on evil and about justice. If their role would have been switched, would he think like that?

Numbly, he agreed. "I get where you come from. I know I have a pretty good life!" Gon sighed, "I was actually thinking about the word," His eyes drifted to the side, "for a friend."

The lady's voice grew more stern, "You didn't get a girl pregnant did you?"

"If that was the case, I'd be looking up coat hangers and-"

"Gon!"

"You asked me, a question! I'm discovering how to be a mother for taking care of kids whose parents foolishly had them and don't want them."

"Like taking care of an adopted sibling?"

"Something like that." Gon said abruptly. He had himself a whole boyfriend. Well actually he had himself a whole project..... A duty to take care of those less fortunate than him. "I mean, having a kid doesn't make you a mommy right? A mom is special. They have love. A lot of love to share, because it's a mixture of feelings and actions."

"Interesting, perspective..." Biscuit's eyes went wide as she nodded taking in all the teen's information. "I wish I could agree, but I feel there is more to that. It takes more than love. You can endlessly love somebody and that can make them a helpless dependent."