Don't say, "I love you" | ✔️

XX

Gon would do anything in the name of love. Which is why he always ended up getting hurt. His actions reflected what his heart wanted. But sometimes the heart doesn't always tell you what you need.

It was simply the stubbornness of human will. The stubbornness of him wanting everything to end happily.

Gon hummed happily, pulling down a bunch of plates from the cabinets. He decided the first he'd do as a mom is ensure Killua, Alluka, and Kalluto ate a good meal every night. Eating food was an important part of maintaining good mental health.

Kalluto's eyes were glued to the oven. Wide purple eyes marveling at the food cooking inside, "It looks so good." He whistled, "How much more longer?"

"You tell me." Gon placed the cookbook in front of Kalluto.

The child narrowed his eyes reading aloud, "One hour thi-" He shook his head, then looked up at Gon. "But it's already been cooking for a while now."

"Then subtract that time from when we put it in to find out how much longer we have left."

"What time is it?"

"10:30!" Alluka shouted from the living room. She raised her pencil in the air, "After dinner, can you help me with my homework, Gon?"

"Sure, I need to study up on math." Gon confirmed, "I take my SAT tomorrow." He pointed at the cook time in the book. "Listen here, little one...." He had to speak a little louder than the pressure cooker. "Time is all about basic counting."

Kalluto nodded. He held up his hands, using his fingers to count up to 8, "1, 2, 3, 4, 6,"

"5." Gon corrected, lifting Kalluto's thumb. "That's 5."

"5?" Kalluto repeated, "All your fingers....make 5." Gon gave him a nod. His eyes-lit up with comprehension. "Is that why it's called high-five?" He raised his hand up.

Gon high-fived Kalluto. "Yes!"

A rare smile crossed Kalluto face. The child felt his heart swelling with pride. "5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!" He wiggled his other fingers.

"So what comes before 10?"

"Duh, 9. I just said it."

"One hour is one number above the one we started at."

"We put it in at 7! But it also said 30 men." Kalluto shrugged, "I don't know where we're going to get them from, but we have some dea-"

"HEEEEYY!" Killua grabbed the cookbook from his little brother. "It says, minutes! MINUTES!" He pointed at the word. "30 minutes."

"Oh." Kalluto slowly nodded, "What are minutes?" He snatched the book from Killua.

Killua rolled his eyes, as he turned down the stove. "Gon, you could have taught him reading skills before math." He pulled the top off the pressure cooker, to stir the rice.

"Reading and math go hand and hand, it doesn't matter what gets taught first." Gon tapped his chin, "Well at least I think not. I don't know." He motioned for Killua to move, "Either way it's time for the meatloaf to come out. Kalluto, go set the table."

"Okay, mommy." Kalluto grabbed the plates and silverware from the counter, then scurried over to the table.

"You want me to get it?" Killua rubbed Gon's back. "If I burn myself, you can always heal me."

Gon scoffed, "I'm not gonna burn myself." He put on the oven mit, as he opened it up. A wave of heat slapped him in the face. "Shit.." Carefully, he reached in to grab the pan.

Killua whistled, at the sight of Gon bent over. "You shouldn't do poses like that in the kitchen, sweetheart." He grabbed him by the hips, thrusting his pelvis. "It makes me want to do poses like this."