Gonkillu Oneshots!

Cinnamon Roll

Og posted on ao3! Jan! 29! 2023

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No... no... no...

No... no... no!

The dread sinks in. The pleated plaid skirt sits comfortably on his hips; it looks cute, he was beaming a moment ago, but now that feeling is destroyed.

The top button isn't closing...

This can't be; Killua walks further away from the mirror, the heel of his foot hitting the edge of his bed.

No! The crop top was a bad choice! What if Gon notices? He has to start over! He can't go out like this! What's wrong with him!?

'Kil, you're putting on weight.'

No...!

'Kil, you won't be desirable to anyone.'

Gon won't like him anymore...?

He pats his stomach; it's flat, it's flat, so why...? Why? He pinches at the edges of his skin. Is there some? There isn't...? Is there?

Forget this!

He has to change!

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Was it obvious? He keeps looking down toward his stomach, pressing his hand over it.

Illumi always said it was apparent.

'You snuck in a treat, didn't you, Kil?'

Sometimes he wouldn't even hurt him, just stare at him with those eyes and-

He smooths out the red overall dress, trying to eliminate any bunches in the fabric. It's fine. It's okay. He pulls down the edges of his sleeves, grasping at the pink fabric.

"Killua!"

Gon...

Killua adjusts the headband on his head, nervously tapping his feet together.

Gon wouldn't like him anymore... Gon always said he loved how tiny Killua is... now he isn't tiny anymore-! His breath hitches, and he forces a smile when Gon runs over.

"H-hi..."

"Hey, princess."

Gon sweeps him off his feet, and Killua tries to take comfort in it; he loves it when Gon treats him like a princess... but the nagging feeling in his gut won't go away...

Gon places him down gently, pulling out a bouquet of roses, grinning so softly.

Killua's face flushes, the tips of his ears red; as he sniffs them gingerly, they smell nice... Gon's always so kind to him... Gon always spoils him... Gon... loves him...

Killua loves Gon... but G-Gon probably won't love him anymore...

He doesn't want that!

Tears prick his eyes that he wipes away, biting back a sob.

Gon's eyebrows furrow, and he gently leans down, placing a hand on Killua's shoulder.

"Hey, are you okay, Lily?"

Killua nods slowly; he hates seeing that pained look in Gon's eyes.

"Y-yeah..."

Gon smiles softly, although the crease in his forehead remains from the deep concern and pinching of his eyebrows; he offers Killua his arm, who takes it, leaning close.

"We're matching today, bun, did you notice?"

He doesn't want to pester Killua by asking what's wrong, instead trying to make his beloved happy in other ways.