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“Gon,” Killua grounded out. “That is not the problem, here.”
“What is the problem, then? You’re cold, right?”
“Listen, if you- if you let me w-wear your jacket, everyone will think that you and me are...”
Gon leaned in close to Killua’s face, close enough for their noses to touch. “You and me are...what, exactly?”
“Are dating,” Killua hissed. He refused to lean away, to back off from the fiery challenge in Gon’s eyes. He wouldn’t give in to Gon, despite the weakness in his own knees.
Gon hummed. He stared at Killua with a strange intensity, like Killua was a fascinating puzzle or the world’s eighth natural wonder. He said softly, “Well. That’s not exactly a lie, is it?”
((based on the prompt: 'you own this jacket i really like but you never even wear it so you let me borrow it but i forgot it has your last name embroidered on the back so now people look at me and think we’re dating'))
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20 May 2017