Black Butterfly [written by TheRealGonZoldyck] Killugon fic

chapter 4

Black Butterfly

TheRealGonZoldyck

Chapter 4

Notes:

In case you don't know, you'll need to for this chapter -- Beatrice and Benedick are from William Shakespeare's comedic play "Much Ado About Nothing."

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Chapter Text

Killua's grandfather used to say, "Into everyone's life a little rain must fall-rain, assholes, and assorted bullshit." Killua added that last part. But his grandfather was right. Everyone gets their share of tragedy or insanity or drama, but what they do with that horror is what makes all the difference.

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He doesn't think about lunch the next day. Killua doesn't need to think about lunch at all, because it's something that happens every day and he doesn't need to worry about it. He leaves his psychology class, grabs his PB&J sandwich and chips from his locker, buys a Coke from the machine down the hall-like always. Nothing new.

Except today, he eats with Gon.

And the rest of the goddamn football team.

Killua will never admit that his palms grow damp as he sits down in the chair beside Gon at a large round table in the corner of the cafeteria. He doesn't announce himself, barely makes eye contact with anyone around him. Instead, he concentrates very hard on opening his bag of Doritos and pretending like he belongs here.

Suddenly, without any warning, a warm hand slides over his knee under that table, and Gon's mouth is against his ear, saying just loud enough for it not to be completely private, "Hey, baby, how's your day been?"

Killua goes still, and absolutely does not shiver. He swallows hard as he glances up and finds more than one pair of eyes on them. "It's, uh, good. 's been good." He grits his teeth, forces himself to give Gon what he hopes is an affectionate smirk. "How's math going?"

"Awesome! I might actually pass." Gon grins at him, thumb sweeping up the inside seam of Killua's jeans. It makes Killua want to both kick him and press closer.

"So, what took you so long to show your face 'round here, Killua?" one of the guys asks. His name is Knuckle, he's a running back, and his forearm is bigger than Killua's head. "Gon's friends not good enough for you or somethin'?"

"You know those guys on the swim team-buncha snooty assholes," the guy next to Knuckle drawls.

Killua clenches his teeth together so hard his gums ache in sympathy. As if these dickheads have any reason to call his team snooty assholes, what in the actual fuck-

"Well if you must know, I told Killua to stay away until Knuckle starts showering more often," Gon replies, completely nonplussed. "Can't butter him up when you smell like a dog pound in the back of a whorehouse, now can I?"

The group explodes with laughter as Knuckle launches himself across the table and swings his fist at Gon's face. Killua watches, wide-eyed and slightly terrified, only he soon realizes that Knuckle is laughing as well. Gon catches his fist easily and shoves him back down in his seat.