"Hey, y'all heard about the news of the new kid?" A voice says as the person barges into the room, interrupting everyone's conversation.
Killua pretends not to know him as he continues staring absentmindedly at the window, waiting like the others for the teacher to enter the room. Everyone is talking to someone their conversations are the type you would hear teenagers talk about. Someone talking about the dope stuff they did on Saturday, the nerds talking about whatever nerds talk about anyways. Overall, the atmosphere is pretty warm.
He hears the door slide open and sees long hair tied in a ponytail and is immediately fascinated by this.
As soon as his cerulean orbs meet his hazel ones, Killua knows the school year will never be the same. The boy is beautiful, hot. He is absolutely stunning. The way the sunlight hit his tan skin made it glow, making him look ethereal. A dark turtleneck hugs his lean frame and ripped jeans with a Louis Vuitton keeping it firm to his waist. On his back was a case he assumes is a violin case.
He misses whatever the teacher is saying completely, his eyes too focused on drinking every detail of the angel that just walked inside the room.
"My name is Gon Freeccs. Nice to meet you. I hope we can all keep away from ourselves this year and the ones to come." He says in a smooth silky voice and Killua falls in love with the sound immediately, wanting to hear more of it.
He notices the attitude of the class change and that is when he actually registers what the newcomer said. Now that he really stops to think, he is sure the boy is uneasy.
He sees how he continuously clenches his hands, almost like he desperately wants to rub them together and he is fidgeting. Killua understands he doesn't like being starred at much.
Too busy with his thoughts, he doesn't hear when the teacher asks him to stand up.
"KILLUA!" He shouts and the silver-haired stands in surprise.
He hears his classmates snicker at his sudden outburst Assholes but he doesn't mind when he sees the beauty walk towards his seat and he understands. Once the boy is closer, he gets a closer look and realises the boy, Gon was even more beautiful, hot than what he thought.
His face looks like the moon personally gave her stars to adorn the already perfect skin. His eyes, oh God his eyes. There was simply no way to describe the spectacular orbs Gon called eyes.
"Ehm, am I right to assume you are Killua?" He asks and Killua unknowingly nods, to distracted by the golden specks his eyes.
The boy says nothing else and sits next to him, Killua doing the same and the teacher finally begins his lesson.
For the entirety of the lesson, Killua stares at the long-haired thinking he's being discreet. When the bell rings and it is time to go to the next class, Killua almost didn't notice until the pretty boy is out of the class but when he does, he runs after him.
"Hey, since you're new here, I was wondering if you would need any help to locate your next class?" He asks and smiles gently at Gon.
What he doesn't expect is the frown and glare he receives in return. He sees in his eyes a dark gaze that doesn't suit him.
For a second he is taken aback by that response but when he sees the boy doesn't say anything, he takes it as an approval.
"Do you mind showing me your schedule?" He asks.
Gon nods and takes something from his bag then hands the paper to him.
Killu takes a moment to read it and notices their schedules are identical. That meant the boy took the musical course of Hunter High too. He really can't wait to learn more about this boy.
Killua looks up from the paper and notices Gon's slight tremble and his eyes flicker in confusion for a second but he shook it away and rotates his head towards the clock on the wall.
"Crap!" He exclaims, startling Gon. "We're almost late"
He grabs Gon's arm and starts to run towards the classroom. He doesn't stop even when the janitor yells at him to stop running in the hallways.