𝓲 𝓫𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓽 𝓪 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓮.

It was Monday. Gon didn't mind Mondays and never really understood the hate they got. He always thought it was just another day of the week, and nothing more.

Sunken deep in his thoughts, he sat in his assigned seat, since the teacher should be arriving to class very soon. The green-haired male was especially tired today for no apparent reason. He blurred out the chatter from around him, slowly closed his eyes and put one hand into his lap and leaned his chin on the other. He wasn't thinking of anything meaningful, it was trivial information he had learned yesterday and without a doubt, as meaningless as it seemed to him, his mind just couldn't let it go or even think of anything else. He wasn't affected by it in no way, shape or form either.

Aunt Mito had watched the news for once in a long time. A few months back she had decided to never watch them ever again because she always waited to finally hear some kind of good news but her hopes had always been crushed. So after recovering from this oh so traumatic experience, the first thing she listened to come from the TV was that the percentage of teenage suicide had risen again. Compared to the year 2000 it had skyrocketed.

So now anytime Gon even looks the slightest bit sad or even just sleepy she gets a worried look on her face.

"Alright class, sorry I'm late, I had some business to attend but now I'm here so listen up!" Gon finally came back to earth after listening to his teachers upbeat voice.

Now looking up at the female teacher leaning onto her desk at the front of the classroom, something caught his attention. Well, someone to be precise.

It was a boy, confidently standing in front of the board. He didn't stand very tall but since he held his hand behind his head it made him seem bigger. Like he was filling the room with his presence only.

He had silver, glossy hair which was, probably not purposefully, spiked up and had a messy fringe in front. Under the black school uniform he was wearing a white hoodie, reaching down to his thighs and under this hoodie, you could see a glimpse of a black turtleneck. His face was rather emotionless, like he didn't even care for that he was being stared at by every single student in this room. He even had a big bandage on his right cheek and a band aid on the more left side of his forehead but even then, what stood out the most to Gon were his eyes.

Not once in his life had he ever seen eyes like such. He was so fascinated by the deep blue colour and genuinely felt like he was staring at the night sky. He couldn't help but light up in excitement.

"This is Killua Zoldyck. He transferred to our school today and luckily ended up in your class. Killua, do you maybe want to say something?"

The boy, apparently named Killua, finally reacted to the teachers request with a sigh. Still rather expressionless he looked right at the group of students directly in front of him.

"I hope we get along alright."

He stood with his feet close together, arms loosely stuck to his sides and bowed down. But it seemed, at least to Gon, that both his statement and bow were not genuine. Not that it bothered Gon personally, if anything, he was now even more interested in meeting and getting to know this boy named Killua Zoldyck.

"Um... not exactly what I meant but I'll take it... Well Killua, I hope we do too!"

Based on the teachers awkward reaction, Gon wasn't the only one who felt this way.

Every bit of tiredness left his body all at once when he saw Killua calmly making his way through the first three rows of desks and now walk towards the empty seat in front of Gon. The smaller boy was so very confused as to what he should do.

He couldn't read any of his thoughts and wasn't sure what would be the right thing to do. Should he say something to him, like a greeting or maybe even introduce himself?