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A/N: Aight, so I'm back with a chapter! (I was finally able to organize the flow of this book so *hopefully* ill be able to update frequently) I made my brother watch hxh btw, and he said it's now his favourite anime so ig mission accomplished. 

Love ya guys, enjoy the chapter! We'll be exploring Gon's POV today and introducing a few minor things >:)

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Gon loved people. He loved talking to them, caring for them, sharing his valuables with them. He had no trouble making friends, his whole life revolved around the simplest of conversations and lively memories of even strangers!

So when the opportunity arose, school, he knew he just had to go. There, he would meet all sorts of people and the best part of it all was that everybody was around his age! He could now talk about his interests, listen to shared and relatable stories of others, and participate in clubs and extracurriculars. It was all so exciting! And even though on the first day he was a bit nervous and overwhelmed by the huge building and hundreds of students, he was determined to make it his best day yet.

And so, it was.

There were so many things that happened on that day. But if someone were to ask him what his favourite part of it was, he would say it was meeting Killua. For numerous reasons. 

"Gon! Go take a shower before you come down," his aunt called from downstairs, snapping the boy awake. He didn't realize he was still in bed until she had said his name, which was weird because he was usually awake and outside around this hour. Maybe stressful late-night homework from school had finally taken a toll on him. 

Quickly getting up and grabbing some clothes from his drawer that he didn't normally wear, he obeyed his aunt's demands and rushed into the bathroom to get ready. 

Apparently, the school had some set of rules when it came to dress-code. But the most important part of that was his favourite pair of shorts weren't allowed, and he learned that on the first day when the principal stared at him incredulously. Thankfully, she was understanding as it was his first day and considered a foreigner, so she didn't make him go home and change. It was what she would've done if she saw someone else wearing something like that. So he had received lots of weird stares from the students on that day and along with his unfamiliar face, one would assume he was a complete alien. 

For anybody else, this would've been a nightmare; to be stared at for your looks and 'new student' status wasn't particularly fun. But Gon didn't mind the extra attention he got. In fact, he actually liked it, whether it was good or bad intentions. And since he could tell just by looking at someone's eyes if those intentions were ill, he'd simply stray far away, if that were the case. 

Finishing his quick morning shower, Gon quickly draped a towel over his hair and let it dry before slipping into a clean t-shirt and tracker shorts that reached his knees. Even if he couldn't wear his favourite shorts to school anymore, that didn't mean he wouldn't wear any shorts. He also had a few nice green/black tees lying around and some joggers if needed. 

Gon picked up his brush and gel to style his hair in its usual hairdo (which, luckily, was allowed. He was afraid they would deem it was unsophisticated like his shorts.) And with the final touches done to his hair, he greeted the day with a smile and hurriedly rushed downstairs to eat. 

"There you are, now eat your pancakes. I'm afraid they'll get cold," aunt Mito sighed and motioned the boy to his plate to which he gleefully devoured in less than two minutes. 

"Ah, sorry! It took a while to dry my hair, so I think I'll just start showering after school," Gon mumbled between bites. 

"Not a chance," washing the dishes, she carried the clean plates to the counter to where the cups were sitting. "You're taking a shower before and after school, just like when you used to go out to the forest. I don't want any dirt or germs getting in here."

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