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For Gon everyday was the same; wake up, shower, and style his hair. Up and up, the boy's hair would spike and defy gravity. He'd look proudly in the mirror at himself, dabbing and tucking any strays away. He didn't know when it started, or even why. Just that he preferred it this way.
Except today. He glared at his reflection as the spikes sagged and refused to obey his fingers commands.
“Gon, hurry up!” Killua's whine came from the other side of the door. “Bisky ain't gonna wait much longer.” Gon frowned and grabbed a towel from the hook, furiously attempting to dry his hair more, making it look more wild than before. His frown deepened.
“Sorry, Killua! One more minute!” He called, twisting open a tub of hair gel. He scooped out a small amount and carefully tried to smooth his hair into his signature spikes. The more he worked the more it failed, and the more he grew frustrated. He slammed the tub of gel on the counter and flung open the shower door.
Gon washes his hair for the second time that day, scrubbing the gel out and conditioning it once again. This time he had lost all interest in styling it, so he just towel dried it with frustration and opened the door to the bathroom. Killua glanced up at him from his side of the room and frowned.
“Did you shower twice? What's up with your hair?” He asked, tossing Gon his green shorts. Gon frowned and mumbled something about a bad hair day and quickly got dressed. He let his hair dry naturally, allowing it to fall in his face. He’d ask to borrow a few hair pins from Bisky later because he just knew his hair would get in the way of his training, and he wasnt about to let that happen.