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Chapter 12: Dirty JokesXPossessivenessXGrowing Up

Gon made his way through the hall to his home room class, Killua in tow directly behind him after both had finished putting away their belongings in their lockers. They didn't really need anything for home room anyways, it was more of a free period to wake up for the rest of the day at their school.

When they entered the room, they were two of the first inside. Gon went to sit at their usual two-person table, lying his forehead down on the edge of his side so he could still see the floor while Killua sat on top of the desk itself on his own side.

"Come on Gon, don't tell me you're still mad. I'm really sorry," Killua tried to reason, only getting a grumble in response from the spiky-haired teen.

Killua deadpanned and looked around the room for something to get his friend out of his bad mood. Finding nothing, he decided to improvise.

Gon saw a head of silver fluffy hair pop out from beneath his side of the table and lie itself on his lap, looking up at him.

"I'll make it worth your while tonight if you cheer up," Killua whispered to him, a dirty smirk forming on his pale face.

Gon's cheeks flared red at hearing his best friend talk like that and his expression had changed from annoyed to shocked. It certainly wasn't the last thing on his mind since puberty hit long ago, but he wasn't really thrilled that Killua was most likely only joking.

He had to be.

Gon averted his eyes to the side and split his legs to let Killua's head drop and hit the chair, trying hard not to laugh at the look of shock on his face that was just barely seen when he suddenly dropped.

"Okay, are we even now?" asked the silver-haired teen crawling out from under the table, earning some looks from other students who had just come in.

Gon raised his head and gave his best friend who was climbing back on top of the table a cheeky grin.

"I wasn't really mad anymore anyways, I forgave you before we even got in the room," he answered, standing up and leaning in closer to whisper the next bit in Killua's ear. "But I absolutely love making you talk like that to me."

Killua's head snapped in his direction, blushing scarlet red and staring at a snickering Gon as the other teen walked away to go sign their names in on the attendance sheet at the front of the room.

"That cheeky bastard," Killua thought to himself, hating his best friend for using his own trick against him.

Even though he loved it when Gon did that.

Age 12-13

After his first year in school, Killua had concluded one thing.

If you weren't Gon, Mito or Granny, he hated you.

He had thus far built a reputation for himself that he didn't even care for, finally having the confidence to stand up to other people.

The cutest, meanest, best looking best friend of the country boy.

A long-winded amalgamation of a bunch of titles from multiple people. Though he only cared about what Gon had to say, so it didn't matter anyways. Just like Gon only really cared about what Killua had to say about him.

Although that never deterred the girls from flocking wherever the silver-haired preteen went, which never failed to make Gon turn selfish and protective of what he believed was his and his only. The spiky-haired preteen never understood just why he got like that, but he knew that he felt pretty threatened whenever one of those groups of girls would watch his best friend and giggle all together at him for some reason.

Killua knew why the girls would do that to him, but thought nothing of it as he was not interested in them in the first place. Though he would silently question why on earth whenever they passed a group of girls, Gon would grasp his hand or wrist tightly and significantly quicken their pace, even if he had to drag the other away.

When they turned thirteen later that year a bit of puberty had already hit Killua, and Gon would wake up some nights hearing Killua calling his name very quietly in ways that the teen had never heard before. The strange thing was his silver-haired friend was still asleep during these times. Gon had no idea why he did that, but was only able to hear him because they were always sleeping tangled together.

On those nights Killua would often be awoken by the spiky-haired teen who thought he was having a nightmare, and after having a dream such as that could hardly look straight at the other. Especially from so, so close. His face would always turn as red as possible at hearing that he woke up his companion by making sounds in his sleep, and would turn his back to the other telling him not to worry about it and just go back to sleep.

Only a few months into that happening, Gon had the same experiences in his sleep, waking up one night in a puddle of his own sweat and seeing Killua sleeping soundly beside him. He stared wide-eyed at the teen next to him...

"No way he feels the same," he thought as he lied back down. "I wonder who he would dream about, though."

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