The door opened again to reveal the same teen: black haired with big brown eyes and tanned skin.
"Um... Sorry?" The boy in the doorway scratched his cheek nervously.
It was the fourth time the kid with the weird gravity defiing hair walked into Killua's classroom by mistake. The first time it happened his little mistake got ignored - only those, who sat close to the door looked at him askance. The second time he got more questioning glances, which made him turn a slight pink, but his smile didn't waver. By the third time it was more awkward, after the boy left, the giggles, whispers and mean comments started immediatelly.
Killua sat in the first row, the closest to the door. The teacher made him sit there in the hope, that being in "spotlight" would stop him from sleeping in class, but the attempt failed terribly. The white-haired boy tried to ignore the rest of the class as much as possible, he knew what they were talking about, he heard them saying the same things for like a week. The class was talking about a certain new kid, who transferred in a week ago. According to them the boy was from the countryside, and he really seemed like a rural kid with his sunkissed skin and naive looks.
Killua couldn't even tell, when the rumours about him have started, but they got nastier by the time. It wasn't anything new - students often picked out someone and started spreading stupid things about them. Killua knew, that his classmates (and basically the whole school) were talking about him behind his back. He was the sheltered rich kid, who was way too full of himself to talk to anyone from the "common folk". Well, they weren't too wrong, so Killua ignored them - it was the best way to annoy them to death. But when he looked up the fourth time to see the boy in question standing there with his face burning from embarrassment, sheepishly scratching his cheek, Killua felt sorry for the poor kid. He didn't seem like a bad person, looked a lot nicer than the rest of the white-haired boy's class - a bunch of boring idiots, who couldn't do anything but badmouth others. The black haired kid certainly didn't deserve to be treated so rude.
Without realizing what he is doing, Killua stood up and moitoned the lost boy towards the hall before the situation could get more awkward as it was already. He shut the door behind him with more force than necessary hoping this got his message through loud and clear, before turning to the newcomer. The boy resembled with his big brown eyes a kicked puppy. Killua shook his head to get rid of the stupid thoughts he had and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"Let me guess, you're lost," he said.
The boy let out a sheepish laugh and it was surprisingly charming.
"Yeah..." He nodded as if he just admitted something embarrassing. "But I can't help it, this place is a maze!" He whined with puffed up cheeks.
Killua just shrugged, he didn't think it was that bad, but he was used to this place already.
"How did you find your classes for the past week?" He gave the kid a questioning look. The boy had his sheepish smile on his face again.
"Kurapika has helped me a lot," he answered. "Without him I would've been in big trouble!"
Killua only nodded. He remembered seeing him together with the Kurta guy.
"So, why don't you go and ask him for directions again?" He pointed out.
"I can't always rely on him," the other shook his head with an oddly determined look on his face. "I have to learn this on my own!"
"Looks like you suck at it quite badly!" Killua remarked, which earned him a nice grimace from his schoolmate. "So, what class do you have next?" He asked lazily. The black haired boy searched for his schedule.
"Maths in room 405," was the answer. Both of their faces twitched at the mention of the hated subject.
"Whoa, no wonder you couldn't get there, it's in a complete different wing..." Killua shook his head. "Okay, listen closely, I'll tell you how to get there."
"So, you take these stairs, then turn to the right and go through the door at the end of the hall. Then you walk down the hall and..."
Sheer concentration was written all over the black haired boy's face as he listened to the explanation, however, when Killua finished, he could almost see steam raising from his schoolmate's ears. It was obvious, that he didn't understand a word.
"Do you know the way to your class now?" Killua asked sceptically.
"Yes!" The boy said too quickly - he was a terrible liar.
"Yeah, right!" Killua flicked his forehead. "Don't lie to me, idiot, I saw that you didn't get a word."
The other boy sticked out his tounge while rubbing the stinging spot, looking not too apologetic. Killua clicked his tounge with faked annoyance and started walking towards the stairs.
"Come on, I'll show you the way, before you waltz into my class for the fifth time," he said. The newcomer boy practically jumped with joy as he followed his white-haired schoolmate.
"There is your class at the end of the hall," Killua pointed at a door further away.
"Thank you so much for your help!" His companion flashed a huge smile at him, and it was so dazzling, he felt his own cheeks heat up.
"Uh... no problem..." He mumbled looking away, tugging at white locks at the back of his head. For some reason he felt like an idiot.
"I'm Gon!" The boy extended a hand to him, the wide smile still on his face.
"Killua," the white-haired teen took the offered hand and shook it slightly.
Gon's skin was calloused but warm in a comforting way. When they let go of each other, Killua hid his hand into his pocket so he can keep the warmth of the other for a little longer.
"I hope I can find my next class easier," Gon mused aloud.
"Hah," Killua snorted, "You seem to find my classroom immediatelly, so next time you walk in, I'll just show you the way again."
He didn't even mean it seriously, so he jumped in surprise, when Gon was in his face looking at him with big sparkly eyes.
"Really?!" The black haired boy exclaimed. "That's so nice, thanks a bunch, Killua!"
"Uhm, sure..." He mumbled again, not wanting to dissapoint the other.
"I'm going now, see you later then!" And with a wave of his hand Gon dashed off towards his classroom.
Killua was still taken aback by the other boy's radiance, so he just uttered a "Yeah" before coming back to his senses and shouting after the running boy.
"Hey! If you come to my class without even trying to find your way on your own, I'll kick your ass and won't help you!"
Gon just laughed at this, the rich sound echoed in the hallway.
"Idiot..." Killua murmured, as he turned around to head back to his own classroom.
On his way back he thought a lot about Gon. He really seemed like a nice kid, maybe a little bit strange but in an interesting way. It was a lot easier to talk to him, than to any of the other kids. For the first time since he got to this school, Killua wanted to get to know someone better, become friends with Gon.
The moment he walked into his classroom and met the judgemental looks of his classmates, he knew, he wouldn't wait for Gon to show up, he'd go and find the boy himself.
Even if he has to walk into the wrong classrooms countless of times.
A/N.: Based on a textpost on tumblr. Finally I could write something decent - it's been almost two months since I posted something *sigh* It's my first time writing an AU, but I love high school AUs, so I couldn't help writing one myself!
When does inspiration strike? At 11:45 PM of course, when else... So I had to grab a pen and write down this little fic, before I forget what I wanted.
It's unbetaed, so sorry for the possible mistakes!
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it a little bit!
