Lonely Hearts Club||KilluaXGon

[2] Everyone Adores You

you guys better be so grateful I wrote chapters after a 4.5 page research paper smh

"So," Gon dragged out a long sigh. He sat in the seat adjacent to Killua in the school's quainter library in Sodom Hall. Gon narrowed his eyes at the laptop compiled with Killua's notes he'd saved from high school. "Wait, what? Sorry."

"Gon," Killua almost groaned and whined. They'd been in the library for over an hour now. It was a Friday, so the only thing bothering him about how long he'd been explaining the basics of Chemistry to Gon was the fact he'd be missing his late lunch before his philosophy seminar. "Are you purposefully not paying attention, or are you just not capable of focusing?"

"How rude!"

"I'm asking a question!" Killua exclaimed, warranting annoyed glared from other students—most of which were skipping lessons to nap. "You're the one not paying attention to me. I deserve an answer, no?"

"I'm paying attention, I swear," Gon frowned. "But...I'm sorry, I keep forgetting what the fuck entropy is."

"Enthalpy?"

"Sa—Same difference, god! You knew what I was talking about." Gon looked away in embarrassment. "What's enthalpy again?"

Killua almost laughed at the way Gon had to slow his speech in order to correctly pronounce enthalpy. He turned his face back toward the screen to hide the growing grin on his face.

"It's nothing but a fancy word for heat content, thus why it's represented by a capital H; no need to stress about it. When you see enthalpy or a capital H, just think: heat content."

"I thought that was delta T?" Gon gawked.

"No, delta T is the change in temperature."

"Great." Gon nodded slowly, allowing for the information to be absorbed. "Great, okay. This makes sense."

"Good!" Killua looked toward him with a grin. "Now, are we okay to move over to the metric system or do you need—"

"Oh, I already use the metric system."

"Really? That's a first."

"Well, I'm from a family of immigrants; no one wants to convert to the imperial system."

"Oh, cool, me too."

"Oh, really? Where're you from?" Gon took any and every opportunity to stray the conversation away from the lesson. It wasn't even their assigned tutoring day, but Gon needed significant help. He was lucky for Killua's grace in wrecking his own beloved schedule just to teach him the fundamentals of Chemistry. Hopefully, they'd get to dabble into Physics—his actual course—before the final.

"Well," Killua sucked in a breath and sighed, giving into Gon's desperate attempts to avoid learning. "It's a bit complicated, but my parents were born and raised in Japan. They moved to California for work with my older brothers, had me, then we moved back to Japan when I was, like, two; we moved back to the U.S. when I was fourteen."

"Holy shit, that's a lot."

"You think?" Killua laughed awkwardly. "As much as I like talking about myself, you can't evade Chemistry that easily."

"You saw through my plan. I should've known you're too smart for that."

"Yeah, well...I have my strengths." Killua shrugged with a knowing grin. Although he'd otherwise oppose it, he quite liked keeping eye contact with Gon; he could never keep up.

Gon shifted under Killua's gaze and pulled out his phone to avoid keeping the eye contact.

"You, uh...You have a pretty big family."