Gonkillu Oneshots!

Coco Puffs

Og posted on a03 1/6/2023!

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"Big brother, I don't know how Gon even puts up with you. You're so spoiled."

Huh...?

Killua stops mid-motion, his hand gripping his spoon in a vice grip, milk dripping back into the bowl; his coco puffs cold and lonely, waiting for him to eat them.

And he did want to eat them, initially at least, but as soon as Alluka says those words, his appetite vanishes, his stomach churning, as a cold chill runs past his spine.

They throw jabs and jests at each other all the time; he knows she doesn't mean it, not like in the way it plunges into his heart.

He places his spoon down carefully, inhaling shakily.

"N-no, I'm not!"

Gon doesn't mind, right?

"That's funny, big brother, but Gon would drop his favorite coffee cup if you were to leap at him to catch you."

Killua stares down at his cereal, watching the milk slowly turn beige-colored.

Gon would...? Right?

But what if... what if Gon is sick of him? What if...? He wouldn't even wanna bother catching Killua? What if he'd want to drop him and scoff at him...?

The thought makes Killua feel sick, and his chest aches, and he doesn't look up as Alluka pats his shoulder and walks out of the kitchen.

He stares at his bowl for another thirty minutes.

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He tries to distract himself; he pulls out outfit after outfit out of his closet, trying to drown himself in picking one.

Strawberry skirt with neon green top? No. Oversized sweater? No.

Killua sighs, kicking his foot back and forth, letting it hit the edge of his bed.

He grabs the first thing off the floor, a red gingham dress.

The thoughts almost go away as he smiles, twirling around in front of his cracked mirror.

Maybe he should fix his hair...!

Gon would like that, right?

Gon...

His heart sinks.

Killua grabs a handful of his curly soft locks, sighing.

No. He's not even gonna brush it, fuck it.

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"Aww, doesn't my little princess look darling today!"

Killua is nimble and fast, but with how big Gon's frame is, he catches Killua before he can run past, picking him up and twirling him around.

Killua, on habit, wraps his arms around Gon's neck, gently weaving his fingers into Gon's short, coarse hair.

He hates this. This feeling.

He usually loves this; he indulges in it; he'll specifically dress up and go nowhere at all, so Gon will pick him up by the waist and twirl him around.

Spoiled...

"Ki? You okay?"

Killua avoids Gon, looking at the corner of the wall and the chipped paint.