The eggs were sunny-side up and staring at him.

At least that's how it felt.

"Your shirt's still in the living room." Senritsu said, off-handedly, but it was enough to make him blush heavily.

"I've got it." Gon took off from the dining room/kitchen. Sometimes, when he was trying to be funny, Killua called it a ditchen. Not even a sympathy laugh came of that.

Gon was wearing one of Killua's old shirts, that he'd gotten from Milluki, because all of the others were too tight around his shoulders. There was a reference on the shirt, of course. Just, no one really knew what the reference was from, not even Milluki. As well as some sweats they'd found that happened to be from Killua's college, which were a tad too long, but they managed.

Killua liked the way Gon looked in his clothes, even if they didn't fit right. It gave him a sort of charm.

"So..." Senritsu began, and Killua looked up from his eggs to her. She sat down in the chair across.

"Please don't," he muttered.

"I won't." She said, before looking away, off to the side, where they'd hung up that old stained glass piece they'd found in a thrift store.

"But?"

Senritsu let a small smile slip before looking back to him. "I called Leorio and Kurapika to do it for me."

His eyes widened and he pushed himself to his feet, kneeling down on his knees in front of Senritsu, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and crinkling the fabric.

"No. No no no. Why? Ritsu, please. Call it off. I will clean the apartment, don't make me face them."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you didn't like me."

Killua stood, let go of Senritsu, and turned to face Kurapika, who was leaning in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, looking absolutely and positively smug.

"I'm fine with you, it's Leorio that gets me."

His eyes turned to the tall man coming up behind his blonde friend.

"How are you, Miss Padokea?" Killua sniped at him.

"Oh, I'm marvelous. How are you, dartboard?" Leorio asked with feigned happiness.

"Dartboard doesn't make sense. Sorry, I win this round."

"It does make sense because I want to throw darts at you. Only sometimes, though. I bet it would be fun."

"You wouldn't get a point on me."

Leorio and Kurapika, the latter shaking his head, sat themselves at the table; Killua snagged his plate before his friends sat.

"You're both pretty, alright? We're not here to continue your immature banter." Kurapika said, a brow raised. "We're here to tell him what happens if he hurts Gon."

"My guess is that you'll go all kung fu on my ass?"

Kurapika held up a finger. "Judo." He corrected. "Not kung fu."

"Excuse me," he nodded, leaning against the counter.

"Same goes for him though. We don't want either of you hurt, and we want you guys to work out."

"Yeah," Leorio nodded, "can't have either of you being depressed and lonely."

"So, you be good to him, he does the same for you, we'll all be happy." Kurapika finished.

Killua let out a relieved breath. "That went so much better than Gon's."

The two turned their attentions to him.

"What?"

He scratched at the back of his head. "Well. We were at the manor because I wanted to paint him. We stayed for dinner... He may or may not have been interrogated by Hisoka and Illumi."

"Oh my god." Kurapika whispered.

"Wait, who are they?" Leorio looked between them.

"Brother and brother's fiancé." Killua said quickly with a nod to Leorio.

"They didn't threaten Gon, did they?"

Killua shrugged. "Everything they do is threatening. But not explicitly, I guess. It was more underlying. Gon's fine though, I mean, he wasn't shaken at all by it."

"And you?" Kurapika's prying eyes turned up to him.

"Yeah. Well. They're a frightening combination."

Kurapika nodded, resting his chin in his hands.

"So what have you guys been up to?" Killua asked nonchalantly, crossing his legs.

Leorio leaned back in his chair. "Found this restaurant with a Mariachi band."

"And he won't stop going to it."

They were sitting on a bench, Gon's arm around his shoulders, Killua leaning into Gon's chest, his eyes fluttering closed, trying to ignore the gnawing ache behind them.

That was how it went, after taking D2.

There was the day after, where everything felt normal.

There was the second day, where he could hardly stay awake and needed coffee to not be a zombie to the world for twenty four hours.

The third day was a gentle beginning of the pain, some deep aches in bones that echoed arthritis, a slight headache behind the eyes.

The fourth day was the worst, when he would be in debilitating pain that felt as though he were being torn apart, sewn back together, then torn apart again.

The last time he had a day like that, Gon had asked him out. He didn't know what tomorrow would bring him this time.

Gon poked his arm. "Hey. Are you awake?"

Killua sat up straight and looked at Gon. "Yeah, I am. I'm fine."

Gon gave him a brief look of worry, before flashing a smile. "Good! Because someone's going to be joining us."

"Wait, what."

"Yeah, my aunt Mito was coming down this weekend, and I was wondering if you wanted to meet her?" His eyes sparkled, shooting Killua a look that he couldn't say no to.

Gon was giving him puppy dog eyes.

"God damn it." Killua whispered, before shaking his head at Gon and speaking fully.

"Okay, fine. When are we meeting her?"

Gon chuckled. "She said she'll be in town in thirty minutes, we could meet her at Kurta."

Killua nodded in agreement. "Okay. I guess it won't be that bad. From what I've heard of Mito..."

Gon had talked about Mito a lot. About how she raised him and how it was her that pushed him into going to college. And while Padokea was far from Whale Island, Mito never minded. To meet Mito, who had become something of a mythical creature in regards to how godlike Gon had painted her out to be, Killua was nervous and happy at the same time. He was nervous because it was Mito. Mito was so important to Gon, and he couldn't afford to screw it up. And he was happy for the same reason.

Gon touched his forehead to Killua's, taking his hand, smiling. Killua smiled as well, unable to hold back.

Gon pulled away first. "I have to text her, but we can take our time walking there." He stood and held out his hand to Killua.

The white-haired teen gladly took the hand and walked with Gon as they headed to Kurapika's café.

Killua had some of the best times of his life at Kurta Coffee. He'd met people, like Knov, Komugi, and Palm. He'd read, studied, drawn there. It was where he'd reconnected with Kurapika after the elder graduated. It was where he'd met Gon, and now, he would meet Gon's aunt.

They came up to Kurta's green door, littered with small circular windows, and made their way inside, going to the back of the café, where Kurapika had stored all of his favorites books.

It was something of a miniature library in the back of Kurta, Kurapika being the avid reader he was. The shelves were lined with classics, contemporaries, and even the occasional pulp novel.

Killua knew each spine of each book by memory, considering how many times he'd been there, and he'd read a few of them, borrowing them from Kurapika.

Gon sat down onto the red couch situated amongst the bookshelves, while Killua nodded back towards the counters at the front.

"I'll get us something to drink, anything you want?"

Gon pursed his lips, thinking it over, before shaking his head. Killua nodded and made his way up front.

He smiled and waved at the familiar face at the counter. Pairo smiled back, straightening out his dark red apron.

"Hey, Killua. You want your usual?" He asked with a smile.

"Tea, please."

Pairo, Kurapika's cousin, had been a fairly regular face at Kurta, ever since Killua started coming here, and he was nearly always working.

It took a short amount of time to make the drink, then Killua paid and returned to the back, tea in hand.

Gon looked up at him and smiled.

"Aunt Mito should be here in a few minutes; she's on her way."

Killua sat down next to him, taking a sip of his drink. Gon placed his hand on Killua's knee, pressing his forehead to Killua's shoulder.

"Killua."

Gon squeezed his knee.

"Hmm?"

Killua glanced down to Gon, the teen's spiky hair brushing against his neck.

"Mito will love you."

Killua looked back away, a small smile on his lips, and took another sip of his tea. Pairo's tea was the best, better than whatever shit Illumi ever made, the few times he did. Gon pressed his lips to Killua's shoulder.

The bells on the door jingled, and Killua nudged Gon, causing a slight groan from the other.

"Was that Mito?" He asked, reaching over and fishing Gon's phone from his pocket, checking it.

Aunt Mito 3: Just got here, where...

He nudged Gon again. "Time to get up, Sleeping Beauty."

"Can't." Gon shifted. "You're too warm."

"Your aunt's here."

Gon held out his hand, and Killua handed him his phone. He typed out a quick message before settling back against Killua's shoulder, amber eyes closed.

Shortly after, a red haired woman poked her head into the back area. Killua smiled and raised his empty hand, that happened to be the arm Gon was laying on. Mito smiled at Gon fondly before sitting in the chair next to the couch.

"Do you want something to drink? I could order something for you." Killua offered, but Mito shook her head.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you, though." She said, amusement in her voice.

Killua took another drink of his tea.

"Hey, Aunt Mito." Gon said, his sunny voice muffled by Killua's sleeve.

Mito laughed softly.

"I'm Killua, by the way," he put his tea to the side and held out a hand.

Mito shook his offered hand. "Gon's told me a lot about you."

"Ah, well. I hope I live up to expectations."

"You're doing fine so far." She gave him a kind smile.

"You did just meet me, though." He said, shrugging the shoulder that didn't support Gon's face. Gon reached up and put a hand to the side of his face.

"Hush, no. Killua, you're perfect."

He looked over. "Do you need a nap?"

Gon shook his head, wrapping his arms around Killua's arm. In retaliation, Killua poked him in the forehead.

"Idiot."

"You two are adorable." Mito commented with a smile.

"Killua doesn't like it when you call him adorable, Aunt Mito." Gon said, looking over from Killua's shoulder, resting his chin on it.

"I'm calling you both adorable anyway, together."

Killua stifled a small smile and took another sip of his tea.

It seemed like Mito liked him well enough, and that was a good feeling, something akin to being approved of by the parents, but of course, she was more important than parents, she was Mito. Not only was she Gon's mother-figure, she was Gon's first best friend.

Mito smiled at Killua, her eyes twinkling. Thousands of unsaid words ringing out with that look.

'I trust Gon with you.'