#komacinne

hair wip: 

Gon’s hair is, paradoxically, his least and most favorite physical feature.

Least favorite because of what it stands for: a reminder of his lack of control in his youth, of his failure to protect those he who loved the most, and of the reality that he was too young and too fragile to have really played the hand the world had dealt him all those years ago.

Most favorite because of how many times Gon has caught Killua staring at him discreetly because of it.

After the war against the ants and his, well, self-destruction, Gon decided that he needed a physical reminder of all of the events that had transpired in order to grow stronger and become the person he had needed back then. It’s no coincidence that he now resembles a certain man he used to idolize—this is a fact that the young Kite reminds him of every time they meet—and truthfully, Gon finds it easier to rationalize his decision because of it.

Every morning Gon runs a comb through his long, black locks and pulls it back out of the way for the day in a thick, usually messy braid. This is something he does alone, every single day, as a moment of reflection and meditation.

As the years have passed, Gon has become well-versed in the art of introspection, finding something he can work on each day to better himself for the future. Some may call it obsessive, the way Gon wishes to make up for his shortcomings as a child, but he just calls it diligence.

Killua often waits for him in the kitchen and smiles at him fondly before handing him his morning cup of coffee and sitting by the window to enjoy the way the sunshine filters through the sheer white curtains together. This is a ritual they had unwittingly decided on after their reunion, when they found there were often too many words to say but too little time in which to say them—every morning they sit in a comfortable silence, feeling all the words they want to say but can’t, just yet.

One thing about Gon and his hair, though, is that he never, under any circumstances, allows Killua (or anyone else for that matter) to touch it. It’s not something he does out of spite or any sort of meanness in his heart, it’s just that he’s afraid he will lose his resolve to grow if his hair becomes a source of true comfort or pleasure.

Thus, Killua’s affections must be focused elsewhere, like the warm morning ritual for which he prepares Gon’s drink with all the tenderness and love in his heart. If Gon won’t allow him to physically caress him where he needs it the most, it’s really the least Killua can do to offer him comfort in other ways.

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Two Centimeters to the Left (and a Few Miles Besides)

“Just go get me that legendary pizza. I highly doubt it’s worth the hype, but I’m hungry and you’re being annoying,” he grumbles, pushing Gon lightly towards the door and reaching for his coat and hat. “Go on, delivery boy.”