It was their third day of internships with Manual, and Killua had yet to find any sort of clue hinting towards Gon's whereabouts.
Currently, he and Iida were tasked with filing documents in the Pro Hero's agency—his counterpart dutifully fulfilling his role with a 90 degree bow and a secret agenda poorly masked behind his eyes. Killua did the same, only difference being the occasional groans of boredom.
Due to recent events concerning a... certain hole-faced villain, Manual needed time to recover from his hand injuries (leading to him complaining to the both of them about how much he wanted to get back to action because it 'didn't even hurt that much.') It surprised Killua quite a bit, actually; his pinkies were stated to be the only injuries he'd sustained from the battle, but every other hero involved—including Killua—had suffered much worse, despite not even being the target.
He'd already gone over the mandatory witness accounts with the police, and, to his relief, Aizawa was the one answering all the questions. That was all merely four days ago—just the day after he sighted Gon. All he'd wanted to do once he realized his best friend somehow ended up in Hosu was search every inch of the place from top to bottom, desperate for any clue. Then, once he realized he could intern under an agency in that exact city, he didn't think twice before writing it down on his required internship paper the day it was due (though, he wished he knew that earlier so Aizawa could have stopped pestering him about it so much.)
However, since internships started, all Manual had had him and Iida do were menial tasks; organizing files, gathering information online, etc.... Killua scoffed. He was even asked by one of the workers there—giving their toothiest, most patronizing smile as he walked by their cubicle—if he could make them a cup of coffee. He wasn't some damn errand boy!
Ah... then again, he shouldn't really expect much. After all, he did sign himself up to be an intern for Manual: The Normal Hero; it wasn't the flashiest agency in the first place. Still, it didn't take away from the fact that what work he'd been doing for the past three days was completely counteractive to what his real goals were, and he assumed Iida felt the same way.
Glancing over at the other hero student, he found him hunched over a cabinet file, scrutinizing every single detail with deep forehead creases and careful fingers, as if the work he was doing was going to cure cancer. Killua snorted to himself.
And despite all the meaningless work he'd been assigned, he was careful enough to not be detected by anyone when sneaking out during the night—a skill he'd thankfully acquired from his past as an assassin. But, even with that, he felt that he hadn't gotten closer at all to finding Gon. At this point, he needed luck if he was going to get anywhere with his search.
Groaning as he shut a filing cabinet after alphabetizing every single folder inside, the door to the room suddenly slammed open. The pair's heads immediately whipped around to the noise.
"Iida! Light!" Manual called out, walking towards them with a smile on his face. "How's the filing going?"
With a robotic bow, Iida said, "It is going along well!"
Killua tilted his head. At this point, he really couldn't tell whether Iida truly was this diligent or just liked to suck up to people.
Nah, he thought. No matter how much he wanted to get revenge for his brother, he'd probably still be a stickler for authority.
"That's great," Manual praised. "Actually, I've got something good to tell you."
"What is it?" Killua asked.
Putting his hands on his hips, the Pro Hero beamed, "I can finally go on patrol, now. So, you two are coming with me. Beats staying here, right?"
A deep nod dragged down Iida's head. "Yes, I believe patrolling is a far better use of our time here as student interns."
Patrol? Killua scratched his cheek. It was something different—for once—since the day they arrived at the agency, but for it to be productive towards his own goals, he'd need to take a couple detours. Still, sneaking off while outside probably was easier than sneaking out from the inside during the day, so he mentally thanked Manual for the convenience.
The three of them then made their way out of the building, exiting the glass double doors into the streets of Hosu. The setting sun itself was blocked by buildings on the horizon, but it still was easy to see from the orange sky that night was just beginning. There weren't particularly too many people on the streets, either. Manual took the first step forwards with Iida and Killua falling right behind him, the trio putting on their respective headgear.
The only thing left to do is to sneak off, Killua thought to himself. While he did feel slightly sorry for planning to abandon the Pro Hero, it was for the best—it's not like he came to Hosu to do hero duties, anyway.
But before anything, Manual broke the silence, and said, "I really am glad I'm able to go on patrol again. Things in this city have been pretty hectic lately, so every bit of effort helps."
"Yes, it is better this way," Iida replied monotonously.
Hm? Killua turned his head to his classmate. Something about him seemed off. Of course Killua knew about his brother, but...
"Ah... this is awkward to ask, but, Iida... you're chasing after the Hero Killer, right?"
Iida stopped in his tracks, rigid. "That is—"
"I couldn't think of any other reason you'd want to come to my agency," he interrupted, standing aside him.
Killua stayed put as well, watching the two talk about how heroes shouldn't be vigilantes, or something like that. While he could see where Manual was coming from, he definitely didn't care for his advice; hero laws were beneath him.
Then, a thought popped into his head. Right now, he could easily sneak off—
"And you, Light," Manual said, crashing his train of thought.
Killua sighed. Of course.
"Yeah?" he answered, tilting his head.
"You're the student who blew everyone away at the sports festival. It's even more surprising to me that you chose my agency, and I can't think of any reason at all why..."
A reason? Killua put a hand to his chin, staring at the fin on top of his head.
Something about Hosu...
"Ah," he exclaimed, pointing a finger in the air. "I really like the sandwiches here!"
A pause.
Manual opened his mouth to speak, but words only got out on the third try. "You... out of all agencies, probably thousands of them, for you... you interned here 'cause you like the sandwiches?"
"Yeah!" he chirped. "Hey, you think we can go to a shop when we're done? That, ah, what's it called? Detroit-Smashwich? It was real tasty."
"Uh—um, maybe? Let's just focus on the job, for now," he stuttered, once again walking forward (was he faster than before?)
Killua and Iida followed suit. It was a good thing he fell for that, because Killua didn't want to expend too much energy on useless conversations. Anyway, he thought to himself, he should be sneaking off, by now. Night was falling. If he waited any longer, he'd have less time to search around the area.
And then, something caught his eye: Iida stopped walking. Killua did the same just a few steps ahead of him, but his gaze rose to his face.
His classmate's pointer finger was held to his mouth as he backed away. Iida was sneaking off, too.
And then, the feeling Killua got from him earlier finally made sense; of course, he should've known it earlier, but he never expected it from him.
Bloodlust.
When Iida disappeared, Killua went the opposite way, taking his own route. As he looked back, he saw Manual still patrolling, unaware of the fact that two of his interns had disappeared from right under his nose—one seeking revenge, and one seeking a friend.
Shigaraki, Kurogiri, and Gon watched as Stain jumped from the top of the water tower, shouting something about society as he descended. As the two remaining adults bickered between each other, Gon hoisted himself up to watch the city lights flicker, knowing the havoc Shigaraki was going to bring upon the population.
A "competition of who can rampage the most," he said.
Gon didn't like it. Innocent people didn't need to be brought into this.
"Oi," the older boy said, elbowing Gon's side. "You ready? Don't worry about the nomus. They know you."
...
I don't like it, but I made a promise to my friends.
Gon tightened his fists.
"Yeah. I am." He breathed in, and closed his eyes. "Sonohoka... can you kill the hero Light?"
Well, Killua thought, mid-chew, Gon's not in the sandwich shop.
Getting up from the booth to throw away the wrapper that once contained the Carolina-Smashwich (who was even naming these?) he exited the building and went straight back into the alleyways in hopes of avoiding Manual.
He forcefully exhaled. It was still frustrating. It was as if Gon wasn't ever here at all—like Killua just imagined fighting him in Hosu last week. Does he need to branch out more? Explore the surrounding cities? Run away and work for a family owned business that'll take him in? Get access to the underworld by entering fight-to-the-death matches with the alias Hunter? Because whatever he was doing now wasn't working at all.
Killua sat on the ground. He pulled off his mask, icy blue eyes glazing over it as he cradled it in his hands. Power Loader really did put a lot of effort into this suit—so much that he almost felt bad for being so pushy. The hero seemed to have taken up nearly all of Midoriya's suggestions: skin-tight to prevent drag (but thankfully not as bad as Uraraka's costume,) its dark color palette to act as camouflage, and—Killua's favorite—a small solar panel backpack that releases electricity throughout his suit, activated by a switch that, the further you push it, the more it releases. The only things missing were long-range weapons, but if he added anything that weren't yoyos, he genuinely wouldn't know how to feel.
A suit like this, he thought with a laugh, will definitely make me way overpowered in this world... whatever this world is.
Pulling his mask back over his head, he pushed himself off the ground to continue his search.
CRASH.
His head immediately perked up, ears searching for the source of the loud noise. What was that...?
Scaling the building, he reached the rooftops and found a nightmare. Buildings on nearly every block were set on fire, people in the streets were running around, screaming their heads off, and Pro Heroes were struggling with controlling the area. Everywhere around him were gigantic, muscular monsters with their brains hanging out, destroying nearly everything in their paths.
Even more—compared to Gon's fight last week, the damage was ten times worse.
He blinked.
What the hell's going on?
"HELP!"
Killua looked down and saw that a young boy was stuck under a pile of rubble, globby tears falling from his eyes.
"Please, I don't wanna die! HELP ME!"
Killua clicked his tongue.
Yeah, he doesn't wanna be a hero—but he's not heartless.
Dammit.
Jumping from the building to the ground, he started running towards the boy—
SLAM!
A strong gust of air huffed out of his mouth as his side got pummeled by one of the monsters. Heaving as he regained his breath, he dove out of the way as it again tried to attack him.
He grimaced. What were these things?
Either way, he needed a way to get rid of it, quick. Balancing himself, he summoned Ten to try and soften the blow if any more were to land. Even if it basically only worked against Nen attacks, it still felt better to have an extra layer of protection. Instantly, the monster made the same exact move again, but Killua knew it was coming. He started thinking to himself as soon as he avoided the punch.
What can I do to get rid of it easily? Is there a weak spot I can take advantage of?
Killua narrowed his eyes. If he was aiming to kill, he might as well use it.
Scanning the area to make sure no heroes were watching him, he skidded to a halt in front of the monster as it continued to rush towards him. Staring at his opponent, he scowled.
It's been years since I'd flipped my switch.
The monster was within arm's length of Killua. And then, in less than a second, there was nothing more than remains—only a blur of his arms cutting through its thick skin.
He watched as the bottom half of the monster fell to the ground, as it was the only thing left of it. A hand massaging the back of his neck, he strolled over to the trapped kid, crouching down to remove the rubble on top of him.
"Hey," he said. "Don't tell anyone about what you saw."
Reaching his hand out, the young boy nodded and grabbed it, tears still streaming down his face.
"Thank you," he whispered, voice shaking.
"Sure," he replied, walking away as soon as the boy was able to get by on his own.
He crossed his arms together. He didn't know how well using that technique again was going to work, but it seemed he hadn't gotten rusty at all. Back home, he'd never been in a situation with Alluka that really required him to use any of his assassin skills... and that kind of peacefulness was something he wanted back.
Killua sighed. Now, to find Gon.
Pain erupted in his side as he walked forward into the night. He internally winced—compared to what he's been through, this was nothing, but it still didn't hurt any less; that monster packed quite a punch. Hopefully through his efforts he'd been able to help deescalate the situation, even if he really only took one down.
And then, Killua just barely glanced at a nearby alleyway. A gigantic puff of smoke fumed from it, a faint, flickering red glow accompanying it. More fires?
He continued staring into the darkness, eyes slowly adjusting. Upon focusing further, his jaw dropped as soon as he noticed the rapidly melting icicles on the ground.
Fire... and ice?
He pressed his lips into a thin line. Two of those things together only reminded him of one person, but... why would he be here, using his fire side, of all things?
Killua climbed to the top of the building, quietly making his way towards the source of the smoke to figure out what was happening. Maybe an ice machine just exploded, he jokingly thought to himself. While he was hoping it would be something stupid and harmless like that, he couldn't help but think it was going to be the opposite.
And, as he crawled closer, he heard voices that sounded all too familiar.
"Todoroki... so much blood..."
"The two of... protect them..."
Killua was now directly above the scene, and he could see everything that was happening below.
"So it's two against one," a scratchy voice said, much clearer than the last two.
A Pro Hero was lying on the ground, along with Iida. Midoriya and Todoroki were holding their ground together against the Hero Killer.
How did all of them manage to get into a situation together like this?
"Not so naive, I see," he continued.
The air was stale. No one made any moves, but as milliseconds passed, the silence became heavier and heavier.
Killua furrowed his brows.
I'm strong. I can step in and help them out, no problem.
But, for some reason, he couldn't help but get a bad feeling about all this...
He clicked his tongue.
Dammit!
His feet pushed off of the top of the building, landing directly between his classmates and the villain, clouds of dust puffing from his soles. Raising his head, he looked at Stain.
The villain barely even moved upon his entrance. Instead, he just said, "And what are you? Another friend of this child?"
'This child...' Could he mean Iida?
Was this what transpired from Iida's bloodlust?
Killua laughed, the sound echoing throughout the alley. "You could say that."
"You should have never involved yourself in this."
"Stupid," he drawled. "Three against one makes this way easier. Besides, if you can't kill three high schoolers, what makes you think you can kill all those Pro Heroes?"
"Zoldyck..." Todoroki trailed off.
Turning his head, he acknowledged, "Oh, Todoroki. It's thanks to your quirk that I found you guys here."
No reply. He was used to it from the kid, though.
"Anyway," he sighed, getting into a battle stance, "let's just get this over with."
Killua reached for the switch on his backpack to turn it on. As soon as he did, he felt the shock waves travel all throughout his body, hot electricity pooling at his extremities.
Stain heaved through a short, dry laugh. "You're right. If I can't kill three measly kids, what does that make me?" Slowly, he reached for something behind his back. "But it's a different story if I'm up against Endeavor's son and two targets of the League of Villains."
"Huh?" Killua blurted. "What're you even talking about, old man?"
"Killua and I are targets?" Midoriya questioned, eyes burning.
"It doesn't matter," he waved off. "It's just what the white haired boy said—let's get this over with."
In less than a second, Stain unsheathed one of his daggers, throwing it straight to Killua's face. He easily dodged it, then dashed forward to get in close quarters with the villain.
All it takes is a little chop, he thought. Raising his hand, he aimed for Stain's neck.
A blur.
For just a second, Killua felt immense dread coming from behind him; as if all motor functions in his body were forced to a stop. The second thing he felt was the wind brushing against his face as he flickered behind Todoroki and Midoriya using Godspeed.
In that single second, everyone in the alleyway stood still, gawking at the sight before them.
From where Killua was just about to hit Stain, there stood Gon. He still had the Nanika-esque holes in his face, and he held a bloody knife in the air.
Where the blood came from suddenly became clear as soon as Killua felt just the slightest trickle go down the right side of his neck.
His vision shook.
If he'd cut any deeper...
"What..." Stain murmured. "Give me that," he said, grabbing at the knife Gon held. He actually gave it to him, and once he got a hold of it—
"No!" Midoriya shouted.
Stain licked Killua's blood off of the knife. At that moment, Killua felt his muscles go slack, and he immediately hit the ground, landing on his back.
...What?
"Never thought I'd be seeing you here," Stain said to Gon. "The holes are new."
They knew each other?
"What's going on?" Todoroki demanded.
"I have no idea," Stain casually admitted. "But I can infer. I said you two were targets, didn't I?"
Killua scowled with what little energy he had. He and Midoriya being targets of the League of Villains was weird enough, but that fact that Gon was here...
Wait.
Gon's in the League of Villains?
"What... what the hell are you doing, Gon," Killua struggled, fighting through the stillness. What was this feeling? He was immune to poisons, so it couldn't possibly be that. Was it Stain's quirk, then?
"You know him, too?" Stain said. "Small world. But, I don't think you can get to him in this state."
"Gon!" he cried out, ignoring the Hero Killer. "Listen to me, you... you big idiot! You have to beat Stain, now!"
Silence. Killua's nails scratched against the cement, gritting his teeth as he watched his best friend slowly walk towards him with his hand reaching out.
Taking a closer look, Killua realized Gon had...
Thick veins pulsed through his hand, and his fingernails had morphed into razor sharp claws. It was just like... his own.
Gon—no, whatever was controlling Gon—was going to kill him. That's the only reason they'd ever copy that ability.
"I want all of you to run as far away from here as you can," he seethed. "Carry Iida and the hero with you."
"W-what?" Midoriya stuttered. "All of us? What about you?!"
Gon kept sauntering forward, as if teasing him with the taste of death. Killua still couldn't move.
"If you know any better, Stain," he started, "you'd run away, too."
Before he or anyone else could even argue, Killua did the one thing he could do while incapacitated. As he lay on the ground, he let off a ginormous flood of killing intent.
"Go."
He didn't know when exactly they all left, but, soon enough, it was only him and Gon left in the alleyway.
He was just a few steps from killing him, and Killua was sweating bullets just to lift his arm.
Come on, he mentally yelled at himself. Come on! It's almost there!
Killua could hear the individual scratches of pebbles underneath Gon's footsteps.
With a huff, he managed to get his finger on his backpack's switch.
Gon's claws were inches away from Killua's chest.
Bracing himself, he turned the switch to the highest level.
This is gonna fucking hurt.
SIZZ.
POP.
BANG.
A flash of blue and white light engulfed the entire area. Killua got blasted all the way off into the streets, groaning as his back slammed hard against the concrete wall of a building.
"Damn," he winced, "that's the last time I'm ever using Ren like that..."
He couldn't tell if it was the impact of the surge or the quirk simply wearing off on him, but he could move a lot better, now. He still felt sluggish, but it was at least way better than before.
Once he got up on his feet, he stretched his limbs out, still waiting for a sign that it wasn't over. If he survived that, Gon definitely would have, too. Not only was Killua weakened, but Gon was in a completely pristine state. If they fought using the same abilities, the only advantage Killua had was to use other objects; hence why he used the solar panel backpack.
And he was right—just off into the distance, Gon was simply standing still, staring his way.
Killua took a couple steps forward, and Gon did the same. The world around him stopped turning; fires quit burning, people's cries were muffled, and the dark clouds above stopped swirling as he honed in his focus on the boy across him.
I'm going to end this, Gon, he thought with a frown. Whatever's happened to you, I'll help you get out of it. No matter what.
He clenched his fists, stopping just less than ten feet away from Gon.
After all...
The two of them lit up with electricity at the exact same time, dashing towards each other at unfathomable speeds.
That's what friends are for.
With raised fists, they both aimed for each other's heads.
A quarter of a second.
Killua and Gon were within inches of each other—zapping around, letting reflexes take control of their actions. Killua's surprised he could keep up, considering Stain's quirk was still having an effect on him.
Half a second.
Killua found an opening. However, so did Gon.
Three fourths of a second.
Only one punch was thrown. The other suddenly collapsed out of nowhere, but it was too late to hold back.
One second.
Electrified knuckles made contact with the exposed skin of his cheek. A punch with the force of an explosion sent the boy pummeling down into the hard ground, sounds of cement smashing and bones breaking combining with the scent of freshly spilled blood.
Inside of the man-made crater was a boy who looked drained of all life; his skin was pale and wrinkled, his hair was thin, and his chest stuttered as it struggled to breathe.
The winner of the fight looked down. For a moment, he remembered what it was like staring into the foggy window of a hospital.
He gulped.
He dropped to the center of the crater. Every step he took felt like a minute passing, the world collapsing with him as he sunk to his knees beside the boy.
Now, he can see his face. There were no more holes; just closed eyelids and parched lips. His hand wasn't a claw anymore—instead, it was skinny and frail, indicative of the state of the rest of his body.
...
It shouldn't be like this.
"Why," he mumbled. "I looked for you all over the city... and when I f-finally meet you again..."
He kept blinking, the boy's face getting blurrier and blurrier each time he did.
"Why does it... always end up like this?" he said in a harsh whisper.
He almost hoped he would respond to his ramblings. But, he didn't.
Then, at that moment, Killua shakily stood up, carrying Gon on his back while he trudged his way to the hospital.
"It's a miracle we're all still alive," Midoriya said.
Killua ignored the three other boys' conversation, choosing to lay on his side and stare at the white wall.
Stupid hospital. I don't even need to be here, my injuries'll heal on their own.
The only reason he agreed to share a room overnight with his wounded classmates was so he could stay close within Gon's reach. His condition was unstable, and he couldn't bear the thought of leaving him like that...
Do I need Alluka, again?
He exhaled, squinting his eyes shut. No, Gon's injuries definitely weren't as severe as before. He was going to recover; he had to. But what concerned him so much was the fact that he looked as if he barely had any life left in him, somehow. Ever since the fight, he'd been thinking about the fact that Gon collapsed right before Killua threw his punch... meaning, he might have been unconscious for the final blow. That explained why he took so much damage, but what Killua couldn't understand was the reason behind him passing out.
"Killua?"
Refusing to turn around, he answered, "Yeah, Izuku?"
"What happened to you and, uh, that boy? With the holes on his face? You haven't talked about it at all, and we were worried something happened while you were alone with him..."
A pause.
"Maybe there's a reason he hasn't said anything," Todoroki said.
Yup, he mentally agreed. I don't need to explain myself to anyo—
"You lied, Zoldyck."
...Huh?
At that, Killua sat up. Swinging his feet over the bed to face Iida, he said, "Yeah? About what?"
Iida's eyes were like pointed daggers. "About your reason for coming to Hosu. I cannot believe, after what has transpired, you only came here for the sandwiches."
"Sandiwches..." Todoroki echoed, recalling the day they spent in Hosu together.
Killua raised his eyebrows. "So? Does it matter if I came for a different reason? I mean, you wanted to get revenge on the Hero Killer, you can't—"
"I know," he sighed, eyes downcast. "I understand now how foolish I was. However..." Iida stared into Killua's eyes. "How did both you and Stain know who that boy was?"
Everyone's gaze settled on Killua, waiting for an answer.
"I..."
The door then slid open, revealing two new faces.
"Gran Torino!"
"Manual..."
Killua sighed in relief. He definitely wasn't going to escape that question any other way.
But it's not gonna stop them from asking in the future, he thought as he caught the boys' occasional side eyes.
Later on, Hosu's chief of police, Tsuragamae (he tried not to make a face at the fact he literally had the head of a dog,) entered the room, explaining everything they needed to know about the current situation.
Hero laws, bad dog pun, more hero laws, blah blah blah...
But, something about the way everything was said surprised Killua. When talking about the fight with Stain, his name was mostly left out of it. That was to be expected, since he really only stayed with them for a small portion of the fight. However, his classmates seemed to have left out one of the most important details:
Gon's appearance.
But why?
Soon enough, all adults have left the room, leaving the quartet alone in the hospital room. While Killua was expecting a full barrage of questions about his actions last night, nothing came. The boys merely sat around, twiddling their thumbs.
Ugh. He didn't want to tell them everything, but... if he's trying to keep Gon close to him from now on, he'd rather explain things himself than have them find out on their own.
Killua raised his voice, and said, "He's in this hospital. I brought him here, last night."
Iida was the first to speak up. "'He?' You mean..."
"Gon," Todoroki finished. "I think that's what Zoldyck called him."
Killua nodded.
Midoriya stood up, his slippers touching onto the cold, tiled floor. "Killua... we're friends, aren't we?"
Friends?
A week ago, he wouldn't have hesitated to say yes. But, for Midoriya's and everyone else's sakes...
Killua made no reply. Instead, he got up and walked to the door.
"I'm going to his room. You can come, if you want. But I'm not telling you guys anything I don't want to."
Sliding it shut once he left the room, he exhaled.
In this world, my only friend is stuck in a hospital bed.
I have to save him.
Again.
Unexpectedly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Spinning his head around, he found a tuft of dark green hair.
Midoriya's big green eyes locked onto his with an emotion he couldn't quite place. "I-I... I'll go with you," he said. "But... let's go at night. We'll get caught if we're in broad daylight like this."
He had a point, but, then again, if Killua went alone he'd be perfectly fine.
He mentally berated himself. Why did I tell them they can come?
"Whatever," he said, moving to enter the room again.
Midoriya immediately blocked the door with his arm.
"Wait."
Killua rolled his eyes. "What?"
He hesitated for a second. Lowering his arm, he asked, "You have your memories back, don't you?"
"I... what?"
"It's okay, I won't tell anyone else. But... the truth is, I kind of knew something was up before we left for internships, but I was so focused on Iida," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "It really only clicked when I saw how different you were acting last night... and if Gon really does have any connection with the League of Villains, I assumed you didn't want people knowing about your past—"
"Stop," Killua interrupted. "Before you ask, I have nothing to do with the League. I just want my friend to be safe.
"And don't say I was 'acting different,'" he snapped. "You have no idea what kind of person I am. Stop acting like you do."
Killua thought the conversation would end there, but Midoriya still had his arm up against the door.
"That's so unfair..." he mumbled, looking at the ground.
He narrowed his eyes. "What're you even talking about?"
"If you don't wanna call me your friend, that's fine. But I can't just ignore it when I know someone I care about is in trouble..." Tilting his head back up, he looked into Killua's eyes once again. "Whether I know who you really are or not doesn't change the fact that I want to help you."
A sigh exited his mouth. Why did he have to be so damn persistent?
But... that's just what Midoriya was all about. Meddling in people's lives.
"If you wanna know so badly... come with me to Gon's room, tonight. But don't act so surprised when you do. I'm warning you."
His arm finally moved out of the way, and Killua entered the room with the rest of his classmates.
A/N: it's been a while, hasn't it? sorry i disappeared for a few months, life's been going down the drain for me lately. but, i've mustered enough energy to post this chapter (on christmas day, no less) so i hope that makes up for it, haha. i actually had the most trouble with this chapter so far, and i've even had to scrap it a couple times to get it just right. i ended up pretty happy with it though, so i do hope you enjoy it all the same :) happy holidays, hannukah, christmas, kwanzaa, whatever you celebrate. happy new years to everybody, too! while this chapter is pretty much the opposite of "yay fun times everyone is happy," i hope this update at least makes someone's day a little bit better before we reach 2021. see you in the next chapter!
