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Killua coughs and holds his wand in front of him, making sure the threat is dealt with, watching the darkness fly off before collapsing on the ground.
That took everything out of him.
He wipes a white-gloved hand under his chin, huffing.
He can hear a few cheers.
“Lightning-Chan!”
It’s what Alluka had dubbed him, so he went with it.
“Are you okay?”
A green-gloved hand is offered, and Killua glances up, his cheeks going red.
Verde, as he likes to be called, helped him out; otherwise, Killua isn’t sure how he would have done it.
What other kind of moron would punch the bad guy…
Besides…
Well, no matter how you slice it or dice it… that’s Gon… and that cheap mask he’s wearing isn’t fooling anyone!
But he plays along, b-because, well, Gon’s his friend… and… and he’s such a dumb gentleman… and…
Killua timidly places his small hand in Gon’s outstretched palm shyly.
Gon helps pull him up, and Killua’s heel gets stuck in the concrete, and he stumbles.
Gon catches him with ease, and Killua’s face goes bright red.
“G-Go- I mean… thank you. Sir Verde…”
Gon blinks, and are his cheeks red, or is Killua imagining things?
“Ah! No problem! Just Verde is fine!”
Killua sighs softly. He supposes these high-heeled boots aren’t the best thing for combat, but he’s usually slinging lightning spells at the baddies of the week…
Burning them to a crisp…
Killua brushes off his poofy skirt and averts his eyes.
“I-I’m alright now… s-stupid…”
G-Gon’s hands are on his waist…
Gon looks down and sees where his hands are, too, and he pulls them away.
He laughs and rubs the back of his neck, eyeing Killua.
Killua sways slightly and holds his wand close.
Gon’s brows narrow, and he reaches down, gently wiping some grime off Killua’s cheek.
G-Gon… you… idiot! Dumb, dumb! Stupid! Considerate… kind…
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
Killua tries to nod, but Gon’s very form is turning into a blob of green before his eyes, and he brings his hand up to his temple.
His head is fuzzy…
His legs give out, and he crashes to the concrete, and Gon exclaims.
“Woah! Hey…”
Gon leans down and stares in concern.
“How long were you fighting till I got here…?”
Killua looks to his wrist where the ruffles of his glove are, and there a bracelet rests. His magical compact is definitely flickering, the light making his head hurt.
“O-Oh… you know…”
Gon pulls Killua into his lap and wipes his thumb on the opposite cheek; this time alongside a cut.
Gon pulls Killua closer and lifts Killua up like a bride, holding him protectively against his chest.
Gon glares at where the monster had been and starts to walk, his feet stomping against the ground.
Killua’s eyes open weakly, and he looks out into the city and he presses closer to Gon, nuzzling his cheek against Gon’s chest.
Gon is warm…
Although… he can feel Gon shaking in rage.
He curls his fingers into the cloth of Gon’s outfit, the wand in his lap.
“G-Gon…”
Gon stops walking and inhales deeply.
“Killua…?”
Killua smiles softly.
“You really thought I didn’t know? G-Gon, you’ve always been my idiot knight…”
Of course, when one day an idiot came crashing through a window and headbutted a monster giving him trouble, it had to be Gon.
Gon opens his mouth in awe, and he shifts Killua closer.
“Killua…”
Killua giggles softly.
“Thank you, Gon, for always being my hero.”
Gon’s face goes warm.
What he doesn’t know is...
Killua’s is just as red...