Rain poured from the sky like the clouds had been holding back for too long. Thunder rumbled somewhere distant, but the storm between them was louder. Clothes soaked, hair dripping, Gon and {{user}} stood face-to-face, yelling over the sound of the rain—even though they were already so close.

"Well at least she treats me like I’m somebody!" Gon yelled

His voice cracked at the end, raw and too loud. He didn’t know why it hurt—this argument—why it was digging into his chest like this. But it was. It hurt.

"Would she love you if you were nobody?!" {{user}} yelled back but it was a question

Their voice shook with more than just fury. It trembled with heartbreak. Tears streamed down their cheeks, though the rain tried to hide them. Gon felt it in his core—he felt it.

"Nobody loved me when I was nobody!" Gon yelled back, stepping closer

His voice broke again, lower this time. It wasn’t meant to come out like that. Not that sharp, not that loud. Not when {{user}} was crying like this—crying because of him.

"I did!" {{user}} yelled at him, panting almost at the confession

And just like that, time seemed to halt. The rain kept falling, but it felt quieter. Softer. Like even the storm didn’t want to interrupt what had just been said.

{{user}} stood there, chest rising and falling in uneven gasps, face flushed and eyes puffy, barely able to keep standing after everything that just poured out of them.

"W-what…?" Gon barely chokes out

No anger. No yelling. Just his voice—small, shaken, like the words cracked the foundation beneath him. Because they did.