Gonkillu Oneshots!

Snowdrops

Og posted on ao3! 1/14/2023!

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Now is his chance!

Now...

Now...

Even with his fluffy white gloves on, his fingers are freezing. His hot breath hits the cool air in a puff as he sighs.

Just... now...

For the past thirty minutes...

Just...

Killua scrunches his gloved fingers against his short pink skirt, the cold air passing right through his dark leggings.

His cheeks are cherry red, and his nose bright pink as he sniffs, sighing, kicking his boot against the snow, getting the wet slosh up his ankle warmers, and making him jump.

He peeks over the slab of stone one more time.

Gon...

Talking with...

Perfect curled ringlets... hair of an angel... Retz...

Forget it! This was dumb, anyway!

He huffs, throwing his letter on the ground and stomping on it.

He stares at the crumpled letter, leaning over and picking it up, brushing off snow and marks of black from his boot.

The little heart sticker was still in place but crinkled like the rest of the paper.

He looks over the corner.

No more Retz.

Now!

Now... it feels even dumber...

A shiver runs down his spine, and he lets out a tiny sneeze, covering his mouth and nose with a gloved hand.

He slumps down on the ground, the cold seeping right through.

"Killua?"

He looks up slowly, everything grinding to a halt; his heart, breathing, and his eyes go wide.

Gon is staring at him with a sheepish look of concern.

"That's your name, right?"

Gon...knows his name...?

His cheeks burn hot, and he covers his ears, shaking his head.

Gon laughs.

"That's not your name?"

He shakes his head harder, standing up and speed-walking as fast as his frozen legs can get him out of there.

Something warm catches his wrist, and Killua's breath is drawn from his lips as he collides into Gon's chest, Gon's arm lingering too close to his waist protectively.

Killua looks up, biting harsh cold hitting his burning cheeks.

Gon has a serious look that takes the air out of Killua's lungs as his eyes dart to Gon's hand, holding something white.

A snowball?

Oh. Killua had been too in his thoughts to notice...

"This is our turf, Freecss!"

Before he can react, Gon pushes him to the ground, and a gasp leaves his lips, snow soaking his leggings, the fluffy edges of his coat, and his cotton candy blue leg warmers.

Killua puffs out his cheeks in annoyance, words as icy as the snow on his lips, but Gon presses him close to his chest before he can whine.

Warm. Gon surrounds his much smaller frame with his stupidly big one, and Killua leans in subconsciously, closing his eyes.