Killua had only taken a couple of smug steps backward into the crowd, hands shoved in his pockets, before he crashed into her. And at that, the night shifted.
The air was sucked from Gon’s lungs as Killua’s arm outstretched to someone else, pulling her to her fairy feet. She fake-stumbled into his arms. It was forced, Gon could tell. If Killua noticed, he didn’t give it away. He didn’t embarrass her.
The Killua he knew would have embarrassed her. He would have shrugged and said something like “eh, not interested” or “watch it, hag” and run back to him. But this Killua was noticeably different. He was softer around the edges, calmer.
'It’s been seven years. What did you expect?'
[OR Gon reunites with his best friend only to experience a night of blinding, all-consuming jealousy.]
03 Sep 2018
At least fifteen minutes of pep talk and reckless alcohol consumption later, Izuku and Ochako stood pink-eared in front of Katsuki’s door. The duo didn’t dare look at each other. They didn’t dare breathe. They didn’t dare move, aside from Ochako’s nerve-induced reaction of floating several inches from the ground. The only sounds that broke through the silence were the creaking of their open jaws and the creaking of the bed inside the room. Explicit utterances. Breathy moans.
A minute later, Ochako: “. . . Those are one hundred percent the sounds of two men fucking.”
[A five-year reunion and drunken shenanigans brings Izuku to a door he swore he'd closed. A love story.]