Killua sat on the grassy hill, staring up at the endless night sky. Beside him, Gon lay with his hands behind his head, smiling as if the world itself couldn’t hurt him.
“Hey, Killua,” Gon said softly. “Do you think we’ll always be together like this?”
Killua turned to him, his silver hair glowing under the moonlight. For a moment, he didn’t answer. Deep down, he was afraid of promises. Afraid because his life was full of betrayals and hidden blades.
“I don’t know,” Killua finally replied, looking back at the stars. “But… I want to.”
Gon’s smile grew brighter. “Then we will. I’ll make sure of it.”
Killua scoffed lightly but felt his chest tighten with something warm and painful all at once. Hope was dangerous, he thought. But when Gon was by his side, he couldn’t help but believe in it.
Above them, the stars continued to shine, silently witnessing their promise.
