*killua watches dumbfounded as gon bends down and pulls his pants down right in front of him, exposing a perfect apple of a bottom to match his shorts. face going bright red now, killua scrambles to grab the showerhead on the nearby wall, nearly fumbling it before holding it out to gon.*

here, um—

we should shower before we get in the tub. since we’re so, uh— dirty.

*he spares a brief, pointed glance down at the space between gon’s legs before fixing his eyes on the showerhead in his hand.*