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“S-Stupid… y-you really are a demon. Who is this for anyway?!”
“Welllll, it is nice and warm inside you.”
Gon teases.
Killua puffs out his cheeks, curling up closer to Gon and nuzzling his head to Gon’s chest.
Gon laughs softly.
“Sleep well, my little angel.”

KIS SO CUTE
MY LITTLE SUNSHINE MY ONLY SUNSHINE
BABEY PRINCESS 🥺😤🤧
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“You good? Still dizzy?”
Killua shakes his head mutely and then looks at the door.
I-It’s shattered. Broken.
Gon broke it.
Gon’s eyes are still trained on him, and Killua grabs the fabric of his shirt, his small frame quaking.
“G-Gon…”
Gon’s eyebrows shoot up in concern.
“Y-You really are a big boy…”

putty
Killua pouts.
“Y-You can’t say no! ‘C-Cause it’s my birthday!”
Killua’s saying that, but there are tears in his eyes like he’s expecting Gon to say no.
Gon smiles softly.
“Okay.”

Bright Red
“You know, Killua, your hands are really soft and small!”
Killua blinks.
“W-Well… they have to be! Otherwise, a target would know…”
Gon blinks, looking back and seeing Killua’s downward expression.
“Nope! I think it’s ’cause they’re cute and small and soft like you! Not ‘cause of anything like your target can’t know!”
W-Why is Gon so… so!
“Y-You can’t just call people soft, Gon! You moron!”