Gon used his shoulder to shove Killua playfully. All he needed was his buddy's calming presence and he would be able to pull this off, because, of course, they had gone over this a million times on their boat ride here. Yeah, why was he even sweating over this in the first place?
Sweat ... With a groan, Gon became increasingly aware of the humidity in the air and remembered just why he wasn't at peek performance. If he could just lose the blazer and slacks, Gon knew he would be fine, but as it was he had no choice to wear them due to the sudden heat wave striking before the date students at this high school could switch to their summer uniforms.
Eyes scanning the hallways for any signs of teachers, which Killua had warned him to be cautious around at all times, Gon found the coast was clear. With a triumphant smile, He quickly loosened the tie so that it hung sloppily down his front while also providing him the space to unbutton the top button to his shirt. It was refreshing to feel the air circulation return, but maybe if he undid one more button it would be even better ...
As he continued to persuade himself to peel off more unnecissary articles of clothing, Gon kept a look out for room 135.
Killua scanned the hallway up and down, looking at the numbers above the doors. Well, that was until he noticed what Gon was doing.
"Gon, fix your shirt," Killua commanded. He felt like smacking himself in the head, so he hit Gon instead. "Your the one worried about being conspicuous and you're the one stripping in the hallway."
Gon ignored Killua's words, determined to allow his skin room to breath for as long as he could manage. Looking for a distraction, he spotted the sign above the door at the end of the hallway.
"Look, there's the room," he said while nodding his head in the class room's direction.
When he reached the door to the classroom, he glanced inside to take stock of its contents. They had come early to make sure they didn't experiance any delays, so Gon wasn't surprised there was only a handful of students already inside. He was slightly taken a back that they seemed content in the stuffy classroom, uniforms fully intact without even one button undone.
The student sitting closest to the door glanced up from her school book, eyes caught on the sight of Gon's exposed skin.
With a groan, Gon reluctantly did his shirt back up and straightened his tie. He couldn't draw attention to himself, the job depended on it.
Gon was very much out of his element in a school. "Do we just sit wherever?" Gon questioned, turning his large eyes on the teen beside him for instructions.
Killua looked at Gon. He didn't know the answer, but he didn't really want to clue Gon in on that.
The truth was that Killua, who had been homeschooled in the art of killing people, had never set foot into a classroom until this very moment. Anything he had taught Gon he had learned from TV (which mostly consisted of 'R-Rated' movies, so the knowledge may not even be accurate...not that he fully realized that).
He wondered where the teacher was. Weren't they supposed to be introduced to the class and assigned seats that would put them in awkward situations later on? But he didn't see any adults in the room.
"Yeah, we can choose our own seats. Where do you wanna sit?"
Gon motioned towards a pair of desks that were beside a group of students who were already seated. He was excited to make friends with people unrelated to the hunter world that were his own age, not because they'd have anything in common, but just for the sake of meeting a group of people he had barely any contact with.
He took a few steps toward the energetic group who looked to be having a good time, but then stopped. Killua wasn't someone who could be called 'social'. Even now, after years of companionship, Killua was still standoff-ish with Leorio and Kurapika.
"Actually, lets sit by the window," Gon said, swiveling on his heels to walk towards the back of the classroom where all of the light was seeping in through two large windows.
Gon halfheartedly ran after Killua to get to the seat. He was too distracted observing the other students to really bother.
He took his seat beside Killua and forced himself to divert his attention away from the other teens. Upon doing this, Gon noticed various carvings in the desk. Cocking his head to the side, he could hardly make out the letters of someone's name carved into the desk's leg.
"Hey, Killua, I think this might be someone's desk already," Gon commented absently.
As he straightened up to give Killua a questioning stare he was stopped by an immense shadow looming behind him. With one eyebrow raised, Gon turned calmly to see who the person could be, sensing no dangerous vibes from them.
He was met with the image of a large female student, her hair was comically gathered in two small pigtails on top of her head and her arms were crossed across her chest in irritation.
"That's my seat," she seemed to growl, staring down at Gon narrowly.
With a bright smile that seemed to always get him out of bad situations, Gon returned her stare while speaking," Sorry! I didn't know this was yours. See, me and my friend here are new - "
"That's. My. Seat," she repeated, more menacingly this time.
Sweat ... With a groan, Gon became increasingly aware of the humidity in the air and remembered just why he wasn't at peek performance. If he could just lose the blazer and slacks, Gon knew he would be fine, but as it was he had no choice to wear them due to the sudden heat wave striking before the date students at this high school could switch to their summer uniforms.
Eyes scanning the hallways for any signs of teachers, which Killua had warned him to be cautious around at all times, Gon found the coast was clear. With a triumphant smile, He quickly loosened the tie so that it hung sloppily down his front while also providing him the space to unbutton the top button to his shirt. It was refreshing to feel the air circulation return, but maybe if he undid one more button it would be even better ...
As he continued to persuade himself to peel off more unnecissary articles of clothing, Gon kept a look out for room 135.
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"Gon, fix your shirt," Killua commanded. He felt like smacking himself in the head, so he hit Gon instead. "Your the one worried about being conspicuous and you're the one stripping in the hallway."
Room 120. They were getting close.
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Gon ignored Killua's words, determined to allow his skin room to breath for as long as he could manage. Looking for a distraction, he spotted the sign above the door at the end of the hallway.
"Look, there's the room," he said while nodding his head in the class room's direction.
When he reached the door to the classroom, he glanced inside to take stock of its contents. They had come early to make sure they didn't experiance any delays, so Gon wasn't surprised there was only a handful of students already inside. He was slightly taken a back that they seemed content in the stuffy classroom, uniforms fully intact without even one button undone.
The student sitting closest to the door glanced up from her school book, eyes caught on the sight of Gon's exposed skin.
With a groan, Gon reluctantly did his shirt back up and straightened his tie. He couldn't draw attention to himself, the job depended on it.
Gon was very much out of his element in a school. "Do we just sit wherever?" Gon questioned, turning his large eyes on the teen beside him for instructions.
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The truth was that Killua, who had been homeschooled in the art of killing people, had never set foot into a classroom until this very moment. Anything he had taught Gon he had learned from TV (which mostly consisted of 'R-Rated' movies, so the knowledge may not even be accurate...not that he fully realized that).
He wondered where the teacher was. Weren't they supposed to be introduced to the class and assigned seats that would put them in awkward situations later on? But he didn't see any adults in the room.
"Yeah, we can choose our own seats. Where do you wanna sit?"
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He took a few steps toward the energetic group who looked to be having a good time, but then stopped. Killua wasn't someone who could be called 'social'. Even now, after years of companionship, Killua was still standoff-ish with Leorio and Kurapika.
"Actually, lets sit by the window," Gon said, swiveling on his heels to walk towards the back of the classroom where all of the light was seeping in through two large windows.
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Killua grinned sneakily and ran ahead of Gon. He pulled the chair back and sat down.
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He took his seat beside Killua and forced himself to divert his attention away from the other teens. Upon doing this, Gon noticed various carvings in the desk. Cocking his head to the side, he could hardly make out the letters of someone's name carved into the desk's leg.
"Hey, Killua, I think this might be someone's desk already," Gon commented absently.
As he straightened up to give Killua a questioning stare he was stopped by an immense shadow looming behind him. With one eyebrow raised, Gon turned calmly to see who the person could be, sensing no dangerous vibes from them.
He was met with the image of a large female student, her hair was comically gathered in two small pigtails on top of her head and her arms were crossed across her chest in irritation.
"That's my seat," she seemed to growl, staring down at Gon narrowly.
With a bright smile that seemed to always get him out of bad situations, Gon returned her stare while speaking," Sorry! I didn't know this was yours. See, me and my friend here are new - "
"That's. My. Seat," she repeated, more menacingly this time.
Gon looked to Killua for help.
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