Are you taking prompts at the moment? ^-^ bc I saw the prompts you reblogged and thought “You’re not pulling another all-nighter, not if I can do anything about it.” sounded cute, and I also saw you say you like thinking about Killua & Gon sleeping next to each other, and thought it might fit? only if you want to of course! and while I'm here, THANK YOU for sharing your writing, it's so so much fun to read and to follow you because I know my day will be saved whenever you post something new <3
I’m actually trying to hold off on doing requests at the moment bc I have three other projects I’m currently working on hahaaaaaaa ^^; But this was so cute and your message was so incredibly sweet, I just had to write it!!!
This takes place after two-ish years after the killugon separation, so they’re sixteen here! Alluka and Killua are visiting Whale Island (and Gon, of course) for a bit before going off to travel the world again!
I hope you like this! Thank you so much again for your kind comments~
Killua jolted at the ear-blasting sound and dropped his DS, heart leaping up into his throat.
“Killua,” came the familiar, stubborn tone from the open doorway.
Gon, Killua’s mind sang out silently.
He immediately stomped that inner voice down. He had thought being separated for nearly two years would’ve gotten rid of the way his insides twisted at the sight of his best friend.
Apparently, he was wrong.
“What, Gon?” Killua snapped as he snatched his DS of the soft sheets. “I said goodnight to you nearly half an hour ago. Who do you think you are, barging into my room like this?”
“Technically, it’s my room since it’s my house.”
“Technically-” Killua shot back, irritated, “- I’m the guest, so its my room. Not yours. Seriously, what do you want? Normally you’re asleep by now.”
Gon shut the door behind him before padding over to the bed. Killua could hear him approaching with the quiet tap-tap of his bare feet against the wooden floor. By the time Gon arrived at his bedside, Killua had pushed himself upwards into a sitting position.
They just looked at each other for a minute, not saying anything. Killua swept his eyes over Gon’s mess of hair, the crumpled green t-shirt and caramel eyes that seemed to glow even in the dark of night.
He didn’t see anything wrong with Gon. But that didn’t mean anything. Killua had learned that the hard way.
“…Gon?” Killua asked lowly. “What’s-”
“Move over,” Gon said.
Killua blinked. “Um.”
But Gon was already pulling back the sheets and moving to sit down on the mattress. Killua scrambled away until his left arm hit the wall, gaping as Gon shimmied down under the covers.
There was a beat of silence. Then-
“Aren’t you gonna sleep, Killua?” Gon asked and Killua’s mind reeled.
What the hell was going on here?!
“Gon,” he said through gritted teeth.
“What are you- no, why are you in my bed?!”
Gon peeked up at him. “Sleeping. You still do that, right?”
“Of course I do, stupid!” Killua spat. “Why do you have to do it in my bed, though?! You have a perfectly good bedroom of your own, you know!”
Gon frowned. “I’m doing this for you, Killua.”
“I’m not gonna let you pull another all-nighter,” Gon explained patiently, like Killua was some temper tantrum throwing two year old. “Not if I can do anything about it.”
“W-Who said I pulled an all-nighter?!” Killua stammered.
“No one. I could just tell. You kept staring off into the distance and spacing out all day. And you never do that.”
Killua’s mouth snapped shut. He could feel Gon’s heavy gaze on his face, even in the dimness of the room. It made his skin hot and itchy.
Killua looked away, ignoring the heat on his cheeks. “So what if I did?”
“Ki-llu-aaaaa,” Gon whined and Killua clenched his jaw hard enough to ache. “Why aren’t you sleeping? Is the room too hot? I’ll tell Aunt Mito if that’s the case and we can open up the windows an hour before we go to bed.”
“No! No, that’s not…” Killua didn’t know what to say. The truth was too embarrassing, there was no way he could tell Gon.
A feather-light touch brushed against his wrist.
“Killua,” Gon said quietly as Killua sucked in a breath. “Tell me. Tell me and I’ll fix it.”
He shook his head. “It’s stupid.”
“No.” The calloused hand tightened around his pale fingers. “Its not. If its bothering you, its not stupid. I promise I won’t laugh. Please, just…tell me. I want you to be comfortable here.”
Gon didn’t say ‘with me’. But the implication was heavy and palpable as it hung in the air between them.
Killua squeezed his eyes shut, inwardly cursing. There was no way he could hold back after that.
“I, um. Its just, that- the thing is, ever since Heavens Arena…”
Killua swallowed. His hands were starting to sweat. He really hoped Gon wouldn’t notice.
He inhaled deeply before starting again. “Ever since Heavens Arena, after you and me started sleeping in the same, uh, bed. I have a hard time…sleeping on my own. I normally sleep with Alluka when we’re in hotels.”
Gon didn’t say anything for a moment. He didn’t let go of Killua’s hand either, though. Killua wasn’t sure what to make of that, but apparently the rapid pounding of his heart could.
The stupid thing hadn’t calmed down since he’d ran into Gon’s open arms three days ago.
“Is that all?” Gon asked, voice cutting through the air, and Killua blinked.
“Oh,” Gon said. He didn’t sound angry, or upset, or even annoyed. If anything, the little sigh in his tone was relieved. “That’s great! I was scared it was something really bad.”
“I.” Killua was so confused. What was going on. Why was everything always so damn weird whenever Gon was around?! “I don’t get it.”
Gon beamed at him, those tan, freckled cheeks dimpling like they always did whenever Gon got ridiculously happy, and the air in Killua’s lungs disappeared.
“I’ll stay with you,” Gon said simply. “Every night until you have to go again- we can share a bed, just like we used to when we traveled together! That should fix the problem, right?”
Killua let out a squawk as Gon suddenly yanked him down onto the pillow. Somewhere in the distance, he heard the DS clatter to the floor.
But that didn’t matter. Because all he could see right now was the tiny flecks of gold in Gon’s eyes.
“G’night, Killua,” his best friend whispered and his breath ghosted over Killua’s cheeks.
Killua bit the inside of his cheek. He could still feel his blood racing through his veins. He’d just have to deal with it. There was no way Gon was leaving now.
“Night, Gon,” he murmured back. The last thing he saw before he shut his eyes was Gon’s tiny but completely genuine smile, like he wouldn’t be anywhere else but here, at Killua’s side.
It wasn’t until the next morning that Killua realized they’d fallen asleep holding hands.