Green Is Your Color||KilluaxGon

[12] An Enticing Secret

head empty, just remembering the same 3 traumatic events for the billionth time this week

TW!! : Slight homophobia / transphobia, harassment

Sometimes Killua let assignments become his anonymous love letters to his boyfriend. Something about the way the word 'love' danced on the page in the cursive font created fireworks in his mind.

Now, in English class, he stared at the page with malice in his eyes, wondering why on earth he'd write such a word. If he had never even considered the word to be written, he probably wouldn't have even said it. His grip tightened on his mechanical pencil.

"Killua, there's, ah, fifteen minutes left in the day for you. This assignment is due at the end of the period. Are you having struggles understanding or..?"

"No, no...I perfectly understand." He rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, I'll get it in to you."

"Thanks, kiddo."

Killua sucked in a deep breath before scribbling on.

At long last, the bell rang and Killua gathered his stuff to leave school early. Dodging and avoiding students as he made his way to his locker to grab his StudySync workbook and a couple other notebooks.

"Hey, Killua."

He was greeted, and startled, by his boyfriend at his locker.

"Jesus, Gon, don't just come up on me like that." He fished through his locker. "I get out early today."

"Ohh, right." He hummed. "Well, I wanted to talk to you about yesterday—"

"What about yesterday?" Killua turned around, tense. "I—I'd like to think yesterday was a pretty love-free, normal, love-free day."

"You said love-free twice."

"Because it was love-free!"

"Right. Well, I wanted to ask about it."

"About what? I don't know what we're addressing right now. Give me specifics for the pronoun you're using." Killua spewed nonsense.

"Uhh, yesterday; You said—You said you loved me. Is that true? Like it—it's fine if it is, it's not your fault. But like also it's fine if it's not! And don't—don't get me wrong or anything, I'm totally fine with either, I just may have an eensy weensy preference? Ah, never mind, never mind! Just let me know what you, uh, what you meant?"

"Uh, so basically...What had happened was Victoria said I love you first to Mito and it—it just came out. I don't, at all, mean it." He confirmed, shutting his locker.

"Oh, well—"

"Like at all. That couldn't be farther from the truth! Whew, that'd be fucking crazy, you know?"

"Oh-kay..?"

"Love is pretty overrated anyway. You get me, right?"

"Alright, that's enough, Killua, I get the point."

"Everything we have is casual and fleeting and entirely superficial."

"Okay, lovely, great. The point was made long ago." Gon folded his arms, eyebrows furrowed. "You finally done?"

Killua sucked in a breath as he realized his mistake. In moments like these, he tended to over-speak and add more and more lies to his initial one to the point where it became incoherent to what the original point was in the first place.

"That's not what I meant, I just—"

"No, it's cool, I asked." He hummed. "Well, it was kind of awkward anyway. It was random and quite a stupid way to say it anyway. On the way out and in a rush? Totally unromantic!"