#sweettoothassassin

Seeing Gon happy as well just brightened Killua’s mood. He’d just been worrying about what he’d do about today… but now he felt like there was no point in worrying about it. How could he worry about something silly when Gon was there to make it a good day..?

Hearing Gon’s question about wanting anything else he paused for just a moment and gave a slightly goofy grin. “I’d ask for something as sweet as you, but I don’t think there’s anything that compares to that~” Killua’s grip tightened momentarily before he relaxed it again. 

Seeming to pause and consider it seriously however he hummed. “… I’ve heard usually people eat cake on their birthday… maybe we could get some…?” A small chuckle afterwards “… and… it doesn’t have to be chocolate..” He could try and compromise. After all, he knew Gon wasn’t quite as big a fan of chocolate as him. “Just so long as it’s sweet..?”

Gon opens his mouth to reply but what exactly he wants to say he isn’t sure. For a longest moment, he’s just lost for words. His face is heating up, and the sound he finally makes is a giggle. His own arms wrap around Killua, as he nuzzles into Killua’s hold.

He stands in the line, tapping his foot impatiently. Normally, queues don’t bother him at all, but he got up early and traveled across the whole city after a late night spent doing projects. And yet, he was still far from the earliest; Gon underestimated the popularity of this series.

It shouldn’t be a surprise. 

Even to Gon, the writing is good and the content is interesting, but Gon isn’t really here because of that. He cradles the two novels close to him, pages already somewhat tattered from his repeated readings, from fingers tracing over each familiar yet foreign incident with only the orange hue of the study lamp accompanying him -- they are the same as the ones in his dreams, but told through another pair of eyes.

Brown eyes flicker to the white mob of hair now only five people away, his heart leaping. He has seen pictures. When he turned on the computer to search for photos of the author but there’s something... different in seeing the pale man in flesh, standing just a few meters away. It takes Gon everything he has, not to jump out of the queue and rush over to give the man a tight hug. That would just be weird. They’re only strangers right now.

As he moves closer, he studies the man. He already knew, but his features mirror the boy in his dreams. There’s none of the baby fat evident in the boy; the author has a firmer jawline, his build larger and firmer. Even as Gon’s cheeks is dusted pink, he does not remove his gaze, choosing to take in as much of the man as he physically can.

He has a crush on this beautiful man.

Gon does not know if Killua noticed he’s staring, but when it’s his turn, he simply places his books down, and almost breathlessly whispers, “Hey, I’m Gon Freecss!”

"That's my secret Gon. That's why I use Chocolate scented shampoos and other products. To keep you off your game." Is he being serious or messing around. Hard to say

Killua couldn't stop the snicker anyway. Leave it to Gon. "It is yeah, say it slowly and you might get it~" He teased

Just like that, Killua’s shoulders and body tensed, his mind flashing back to that moment.

He glanced away for a moment, his arms still behind his head. “.. Oh.. that..” He cleared his throat a bit as he shifted almost awkwardly. “… Nothing big… just… made sure that they understood why they shouldn’t try something as underhanded like that again…” He had a feeling that wouldn’t be enough to soothe Gon’s curiosity though…

Killua looks uncomfortable, Gon realises, but it just intensifies his curiosity. And he seemed unwilling to share. He leans forward, in eagerness.

“Hmm… That’s no good…” He mumbled a bit, his hands coming down to his side again.

It was then he looked up, a cheeky little grin on his face. “Well… how about a date then~?” Killua wondered if Gon would get it.

Gon opens his mouth to deny yet again but the cheekiness stops him. He takes a moment to turn the words over until it finally dawns on him. Light pink dusts his cheeks as he laughs.