anorable I FINISHED IT!!! i hope you like it, friend <3 uwu
song rec: Lurk - The Neighbourhood
Killua likes to think that Gon is easy to understand, easy to deal with, because Gon is pretty simple with whatever he means. Deceit isn’t in his nature and he says things as they are, even if they don’t always sound right. Even if they’re embarrassing things that he should keep his mouth shut for, but Gon is Gon, and Killua is used to that.
He thought he was used to that.
“Huh?” He swallows and his voice breaks, cracking in a way that makes him want to just die. Gon doesn’t seem to mind that tiny faltering sound, doesn’t seem to care when he presses closer. “Wait,” he tries, squeezing his eyes shut as he puts both of his hands on Gon’s shoulders to stop him. “Stop- what the hell are you doing?!”
“Trying to hug you,” Gon says, an odd tone in his voice when he pauses mid-lean. He covers both of Killua’s hands with his own, touches pale white skin with calloused palms in a way that makes Killua flush red with embarrassment. “But you’re not letting me. Why?”
awww, thank you friend!! I just practiced a lot by sketching something every day! Ah, and I used a lot of tutorials and books as references too! I recommend giving Andrew Loomis’ books a read. <3
Makoto hadn’t said it then, twelve years of age and scared of monsters and ghosts, and he isn’t saying it now. Even if he wants to, and even if it hurts to know that Rin is leaving again.
He knew what he would’ve said then, the moment that Rin had said he was leaving for Australia. He knew what he would’ve said if he had the strength, the confidence, but he didn’t have that. He doesn’t have that, not in the same way that Rin does.
“Have you finally figured out what you want to do?” Rin asks him and he smiles, the soft look something he’d prepared in case he got distracted by his thoughts. It’s been happening a lot ever since that time Haru ran away from him. Somehow, it feels a little like he’s being left behind by the people he cares about, but that isn’t true, is it? He’s the one who won’t follow after them, after all. It’s not their fault that he can’t- won’t- catch up.
“I think we’re missing something.”
“We’ve got the campfire,” Gon says while turning in his sleeping bag. He looks up at the sky littered with stars, beautiful but not as beautiful as it would be in Whale Island, and adds, “and we’ve got the marshmallows. We’re sleeping in a tent too. I wonder what we’re missing…”
“I wouldn’t know,” Killua says in a soft exhale. He’s looking up at the same sky when Gon looks at him, his expression a thoughtful one as he props his head over his folded arms. “It’s not like I’ve gone out camping a lot- especially not for fun.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” he hums, turning again until he’s facing Killua completely. He props his head up with a folded arm and grins when Killua turns his head to look at him. “But that’s what I’m here for! We’ll make a lot of memories to make up for the experiences you couldn’t have before.”
Killua huffs out a laugh. “That’s a lot of things you’ve got to make up for, Gon.”
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