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It’s not like Gon had really asked him to prom… well, he had, but it was more complicated than that.

Neither of them had anyone else to go with, so why not go as friends?

It’s not exactly like his dreams, but still…

It makes Killua happy, even if it’s just as friends.

He plays with the silver necklace around his neck, adjusting a few strands of hair and pursing his lips while checking to make sure the glitter stays in place.

It’s not anything like that, but he still feels giddy.

He steps back and looks at himself in the mirror, pressing his hands against the silk fabric of his elegant blue gown.

It has small rhinestones decorating it, and Killua giggles.

It had been worth all those annoying favors for Piggy.

He almost feels… p-pretty. Not that he ever could be, not like Palm or Retz, but maybe Gon might look his way for just a second? As more than a friend…

Killua shakes his head and lightly laughs.

No. Probably not. But he’s still happy.

He grabs his clutch bag and carefully heads to his window, unlatching it and stepping out onto the balcony.

This might be harder to do than usual…

He plants a heel unsteadily, wobbling as he climbs.

Now to the tree…

His heel catches in the fabric, and Killua yelps as he falls.

Everything whizzes past him so fast, but instead of landing in a pile of broken bones, he is embraced by warmth and a grunt.

“Woah-! Woah!”

Killua opens his eyes and blinks, staring up at the handsome- idiotic face of his best friend.

Gon laughs nervously.

“I thought I was supposed to be the reckless one, Killua?”

Killua gazes at Gon’s face.

He still has a huge patch bandage from where he had got hit on the field the other day, and Killua’s pretty sure Gon’s gotten more concussions than not trying to impress his coach, Kite.

Not to mention Gon doesn’t study at all… it’s a good thing Killua isn’t in any clubs; he has time to write down notes for Gon.

He makes Gon lunch and leaves little notes; as if he’s Gon’s wife.

Killua sighs. He wishes he could be Gon’s wife…

But he’s so happy to see Gon that he puts aside the urge to nag him, giggling as he wraps his arms around Gon’s neck and presses his face into his chest.

“Gon!”

He’s so happy that he doesn’t even really think about it.

“Yeah! It’s me!”

Killua looks up and grins.

“My hero!”

He moves one of his arms and playfully pokes Gon’s chest.

Gon grins back.

He’s just playing around… or at least... that’s probably what Gon thinks. That they’re just friends messing around.

And that’s okay.

“No problem, Killua!”

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Even at the dance, they just goof around and have fun like they usually do, sneaking out of the auditorium and into rooms they shouldn’t be in, eating weird combinations of food…

By the end of the night, Gon is escorting him home.

Killua swings his arms back and forth, smiling softly as he looks up at a streetlight they pass by.

Gon stops and turns back to stare at Killua, and Killua glances up.

“Gon?”

Gon’s eyes seem to pierce his soul, and Killua bites his lip, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

“What? Am I so pretty you can’t take your eyes off me?”

Killua giggles and steps closer, playfully batting Gon’s arm.

“Do you think I look pretty?”

He bats his eyelashes, and Gon narrows his brows. Killua yelps and steps back.

“G-Geez, don’t get so mad! I’m just joking…”

He turns away from Gon, playing with his clutch bag and shifting awkwardly in place.

“I-I know I’m not…”

He feels the weight of all his insecurities pressing down on his chest at once, and tears well up in his eyes.

“I-I just… it was really pretty… I couldn’t take my eyes off this dress, even though I knew it wouldn’t look good on me…”

He wanted it.

To be selfish.

And for a moment, he felt so pretty looking in the mirror.

“I-I know this dress deserves someone prettier, like Retz, to wear it… not me…”

He hiccups.

“Killua…”

Gon’s voice jolts him out of his spiral, his deep baritone sending a shiver down Killua’s spine.

Killua turns around on his heels weakly, choking back a laugh.

“I-I’m messing up my makeup…”

He sniffles, trying to carefully press his fingers under his eyes.

Gon steps closer and takes a handkerchief out of his pocket, handing it to Killua.

“Here.”

Killua takes it and blows his nose, coughing as his face burns.

Gon stares at him with concern.

“Killua, I think that dress was made for you.”

Killua gasps and looks up, his mascara running while he sniffles back snot. He tries to wipe his face, and Gon smiles at him fondly.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You’re the prettiest little star in the night sky.”

Killua feels his knees go wobbly, his face burning as he sniffs, leaning down to undo the straps of his heels, pulling them off and letting his bare feet hit the concrete.

H-Him?

Killua blinks and looks up at Gon, holding his clutch in one hand and the heels and Gon’s handkerchief in the other. He shyly shifts on his feet.

“M-Me? W-When did you learn to be eloquent, Gon Freecss?”

Gon blinks, rubbing his head in confusion.

“Uh, I dunno what that means, Killua.”

Killua puffs out his cheeks and goes to swing at Gon, only for the world to tilt, causing him to stumble.

Gon’s eyes widen in alarm as he catches Killua, who falls into his chest.

“Killua?!”

Killua closes his eyes and presses his cheek against Gon’s chest.

He moans weakly, opening his eyes after a moment.

“S-Sorry… 'm more… tired than I thought.”

He holds the items tightly, balling his hand into a fist and rubbing his eyes.

Gon keeps a warm arm around Killua’s waist, moving his hand from Killua’s petite shoulders to his back.

“Killua, you need to stop making my notes.”

Killua feels like he’s been shot. He looks up with fear in his eyes and pushes away from Gon, stumbling back into the grass and sinking down, dropping all the items in his hands.

“No, no, no! If I don’t do that… what use do I have to you?”

Gon’s eyes go wide.

“Killua? You don’t need to be any…”

He rushes over and leans down, and Killua starts to gasp for air, grabbing the necklace around his neck.

“I-I don’t wanna lose my best friend…”

He chokes on a sob, pulling his legs close to his chest, and Gon carefully reaches out to place a warm, firm hand on Killua’s shoulder.

“Killua! Killua! Breathe!”

Killua shakes his head, his chest rising and falling with shaky sobs.

“I-I’m gonna lose my Gon!”

Gon’s brows furrow as he places his free hand on Killua’s forehead.

Killua’s never been this vulnerable before, but he knows that his home life has been at its lowest recently.

He pulls Killua to his chest, and Killua grabs Gon’s tux, trembling like a leaf.

“You’re not gonna lose me. You’re not gonna lose me, I promise.”

Gon rocks Killua back and forth until his sobs die down into whimpers, and his grip weakens, his small fingers hardly able to hold onto Gon anymore.

Gon rubs Killua’s arm and takes one of Killua’s small hands.

“Look, your big dummy is right here.”

Killua sniffs, his eyes swollen and red from crying, and he wipes them.

Gon gently kisses Killua’s knuckles.

“Right here. I’m not gonna toss out my best friend. Ever.”

Killua weakly rubs his eyes again.

“Especially not over something as dumb as notes.”

Gon slowly lowers Killua’s hand but doesn’t let go. Killua feels the warmth of Gon’s hand.

It’s overwhelming with how big the dumb jock is, but he likes it. How big and silly Gon is makes him feel safe and warm.

“Do you feel better?”

Gon asks, his voice rumbling and deep in a way that makes Killua’s cheeks flush.

Killua nods weakly, and Gon grabs Killua’s stuff before scooping him up into his arms.

Killua lets his head fall onto Gon’s chest and closes his eyes, exhausted.

“G-Gon, would you love me if I was a worm?”

Gon looks down and smiles with adoration as Killua curls up in his arms.

“Yeah. You’d be the cutest, most spoiled little worm princess.”

Killua doesn’t say anything, just mumbling tiredly and nuzzling closer to Gon, giggling and smiling.

Gon smiles back.

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Gon wipes the sweat off his brow as he watches Pokkle take a shot at the soccer ball, only to miss.

Gon winces and brings a towel up to dab his face.

Pokkle usually has pretty good aim. Maybe it’s ‘cause Ponzu is watching?

If Killua were watching him...

Gon pauses and takes a swig from his water bottle.

“Gon!”

Oh! Speak of the angel!

Gon can’t see Killua as a little devil, not even when he smacks him a little too hard sometimes. But it doesn’t really hurt that much. Killua has noodle arms, but saying that might get him smacked again...

It’s cute ‘cause Killua usually worries about him...

Gon waves Killua over, and Killua hops down the stadium steps.

Killua pants, and Gon smiles softly.

“Whoa! Easy, my little worm.”

Killua pouts, his face going red with anger.

Cute.

“S-Stop bringing that up! And don’t call me that! It’s not cute at all!”

Killua grumbles, and Gon chuckles.

Does that imply Killua wants him to call him something cute?

Gon can do that! But he thought “little worm” was cute?

Gon hums, trying to think of a name when a tingle runs down his spine, and his eyes go wide as he sees the soccer ball coming right toward them.

He wraps an arm around Killua’s waist and pulls him close against his chest. Killua gasps, placing his hands on Gon’s chest.

The ball hits Gon in the back. Hard. He groans, and Killua looks up with wide eyes, his dainty fingers gripping Gon’s jersey.

“Sorry, Gon!”

Pokkle shouts from the field and Gon chuckles weakly.

“It’s okay!”

Gon looks down at Killua with concern, staring into his big blue eyes and at his button nose. Then his gaze drops to Killua’s sandals and gorgeous dress, blues and pinks like the galaxy, with little sparkling stars that remind him of Killua and his eyes.

His star.

“Are you okay, Killua?”

Killua blinks, inhaling, and his face goes red.

Gon carefully pulls his arm away from Killua’s waist.

“G-Gon!”

Gon had protected him.

“U-Ugh! You idiot!”

Gon smiles.

“It’s okay! I’m a big guy!”

Killua pouts, his lower lip sticking out and eyebrows narrowed.

“Let me see!”

Gon shrugs and nods, sitting down on the bench. Killua tugs at Gon’s jersey, pulling it up.

Killua’s fingers shake, and he turns cherry red from the back of his neck to the tips of his ears.

Gon hums curiously.

“Killua?”

G-Gon’s so... buff...

Killua shakes his head, tearing his eyes away from Gon’s rippling muscles, and places his hand carefully on the deep mark.

Gon hisses.

“You idiot! Does… does it hurt bad?”

Gon shakes his head and looks at Killua.

Killua’s so sweet.

“I’ll be okay!”

Killua sighs.

He shyly tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, then leans down and plants a kiss on the spot, blushing madly.

“T-There!”

He quickly pulls back and tugs Gon’s jersey down.

Gon gives a goofy grin.

“Thanks, Killua! It feels better already!”

He stands up and stretches.

“Watch me, Killua! I’ll score fifteen goals for you!”

He grins and gives Killua a thumbs up. Killua huffs and crosses his arms over his chest.

“I-I don’t care about dumb stuff like that!”

Gon is about to head onto the field when he feels a small tug and sees Killua’s fingers grabbing his jersey.

“Hm?”

Killua looks up, and Gon’s heart beats faster.

“B-Be safe out there...”

Gon takes Killua’s hand and kisses his knuckles.

“I will.”