#KI IS SO SHY AND C-CUTE 🥺😭

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“Here. Do you want my jacket?”

Gon tries to speak quietly.

Killua sits up slowly with a cute whine, rubbing his eyes and staring at the fire, his big blues glazed over.

It’s adorable.

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“F-Fine, jerk! I don’t care about your stupid friends or y-you!”

Gon doubles over in pain, cursing to himself, watching as Killua stomps towards the door, glancing back with tears in his eyes.

Aghhh! This is too much for his dumb brain to process! But he didn’t like seeing Killua sad.

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Guard

“There! Is that better for my princess?”

Killua looks up with puffed-out cheeks, harrumphing, but he slowly presses his head to Gon’s chest, nuzzling against it, smiling.

“M-maybe a little… s-stupid…”

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“Bun-Bun? What are you talking about…?”

W-Why is Gon still being nice to him…? And calling… him that…?

Gon wraps an arm around his waist, and Killua shakes his head, trying to ignore the strength and warmth Gon holds.

“Of course not, princess, and not just because Alluka and Nanika would put me in a chokehold if I ever hurt you.”

Killua sniffs, just the smallest of giggles mixing with a sob.

They would…

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Cinderella

THEY ARE CUTE!

Zushi has a crush.

On his best friend's brother, someone who was also his friend when they were younger…

It’s confusing. Learning Nen was much easier somehow…

He couldn’t ask master; it was much too embarrassing… and besides, he'd probably bring up some statistic that would make all of Zushi’s self-confidence plummet. He couldn’t ask master’s master; she was scary… Alluka is his best friend! Which makes it all the worse! But she had just teased him and told him probably way more info than Killua himself would ever want anyone to know… so now he feels a little guilty.

But that sad look in those deep blue eyes of his… it’s like an ocean of sadness, and Zushi wants to see a smile against those pretty features like when they were younger…

But he’s no good. He doesn’t know what to say or do… he’s definitely not Alluka, who was the only person who could bring her brother out of a melancholy state, and he’s not Gon…

Zushi doesn’t even know what happened… A-and he has no right to pry!

But he can’t think of what to do, so he’s sulking at the punch table, fiddling around with a glass in his hands.

Killua hadn’t danced with a single person tonight… s-so maybe!

Oh, come on… who’s he kidding… it took him years to conquer Heaven’s Arena; something like this seems…

Zushi sighs out loud vehemently, placing the drink down and playing with his champagne-colored bowtie, bright against the pure white of his suit.

He doesn’t know how to dance…

He’ll just stay glued here, in this spot, until the party is over, he decides; until he sees Killua slowly move away from the edge of the balcony, clearly intending to leave.

H-he’s got this!

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HE DOESN’T HAVE THIS!

He’s sweating buckets to the point he thinks his shoes must be flooding.

“O-OSU!”

He tugs at the edge of his tux, swallowing thickly.

It’s not hard to sweat just in the presence of Killua. He’s like from another dimension. The way the light pink dress he wears flows down, like a cascade of waves, highlighting his petite frame, his slender shoulders, the sleeves draping past them. His lips are the same complimentary pink, blushing his skin in spots as well.

Killua stops fiddling with his silver locks, his somber expression twisting for a second, something akin to joy, as he looks back.

“Osu. It’s been a while… you’ve gotten strong, huh?”

There’s a small catlike grin on his face for a moment.

S-strong? Oh, right!

Zushi steps forward, standing next to Killua, rigid as a board.

“Osu! B-but I’m still nothing compared to you two!”

Wrong move.

Killua’s expression crumbles so fast, Zushi wishes he could stuff the words back in his mouth. Killua physically recoils and draws closer to himself, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

“I can’t speak for Gon… but you’re definitely stronger than me now… you train with Alluka, right? She’s gotten strong too. She can take care of herself… so I don’t really train anymore. I don’t like fighting…”

It had always been a necessity, not fun. There was only a short time it was fun for Killua…

Tears fall hot on his cheeks before he can stop them, and he wipes them away, smiling bitterly. He wants to stop them. But they don’t…

Killua dips to the floor, trying to hide, sniffing.

Oh no.

Zushi wants to disappear. His heart aches, and he looks around desperately.

Alluka!

He can’t help Killua… he wants to. But what can he do…?

Confidence! Master’s master said it is the most important thing!

He leans over slowly, gently placing a hand on Killua’s shoulder.

“Killua?”

Killua looks up, tears still pooling in his eyes, and Zushi fumbles in his pocket, pulling something out and holding it outward for Killua.

Except it’s not a handkerchief. It’s his patchwork coin purse, and nervously he draws it back, fumbling to tug out the small piece of fabric and handing it to Killua.

“U-Um! Killua-san! S-someone as pretty as you shouldn’t cry!”

Zushi hears a small gasp out of Killua’s lips, and the red around his nose turns an even deeper hue, and Zushi isn’t sure whose face is more red, feeling his own on fire, still awkwardly holding the handkerchief out, and you can hear a pin drop.

Killua gently takes the handkerchief from Zushi’s hand, his small and slender fingers brushing against Zushi’s own, and his heart swells again, and Zushi swallows, trying to keep his heart from leaving. Killua’s pretty… and cute…

Killua says he doesn’t fight anymore, but Zushi knows Killua is still strong, but he can’t help but feel the urge rise in his chest to protect him.

“U-uh! I know you don’t fight anymore, b-but! If you want to, I mean! I’d really like if you came and watched a match of mine, osu!”

“Eh?”

Killua says it so softly he almost doesn’t hear it, and his head feels like it’s swirling as he looks up; Killua gently wipes under his nose using the handkerchief before placing it in his lap. His face is still cutely red, and he looks to the side, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear.

“W-well Alluka has a match… that-that day, b-but! I guess I could see how strong you’ve gotten…”

Killua looks over, smiling softly, adding.

“Osu!”

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World is Mine

“I’m sorry, love. You’re my princess; I should be treating you as such. Forgive me?”

Gon apologizes, kissing the pulse point of his wrist.

Killua looks up, wrapping his arms around Gon’s neck, and Gon bends down and tilts Killua’s chin up with his free hand; he doesn’t smash their lips together, leaning down and giving Killua a small peck first before leading with a passionate kiss, and Killua’s dark eyelashes flutter over his eyes, and he melts, his body so warm, but in a gentle way. Gon pulls him closer, and Killua doesn’t want it to end.

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Cat Food

"Gonnn…"

He whines, and Gon laughs.

"Cute."

Killua puffs out his cheeks, grabbing Gon's nipple and twisting it.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!"

Killua lets go, still staring at Gon with a pout.

"Sorry, my princess, I didn't mean to."

Gon speaks endearingly like Killua is his world.