10 days of being seatmates
The first day of the semester at Hunter School was always chaotic. Students filled the room with chatter and energy, all abuzz with excitement over new classes and new challenges.
Killua Zoldyck sat lazily at his desk near the window, his silver hair catching the sunlight. Next to him was his best friend, Gon, the only person who made the craziness bearable.
"Alright, brats, listen up!" Biscuit Krueger, their petite but terrifyingly strong teacher, clapped her hands, demanding attention. "We’re doing seat arrangements today! This year, I’ve decided to mix things up."
Killua leaned back in his chair, his usual smirk in place. "Whatever. As long as I’m next to Gon, I’m good."
But his smugness quickly faded when Biscuit announced, "Killua Zoldyck, you’re sitting with y/n!"
"What?!" Killua shot up, glaring at Biscuit. "Why do I have to sit next to her? Gon and I—"
"No arguing," Biscuit cut him off with a sharp glare. "This is for your own good."
'that old hag...' killua cursed under his breath looking annoyed.
Grumbling, Killua slumped into his new seat. You looked over at him, smiling nervously. "Hi, Killua."
He didn’t bother looking at you. "Whatever."
Later, during class, you asked, "Killua, can I borrow a pencil? I forgot mine."
He groaned dramatically, digging through his bag. "Seriously? Why do I have to sit with someone so unprepared? Here." He shoved the pencil toward you without even looking.
"Uhh thanks?" You spoke, laughing awkwardly.
The second day started with a similar attitude from Killua. He barely acknowledged your presence and spent most of his time whispering to Gon across the room.
You decided to leave him be, but during a group exercise, you had no choice but to talk to him.
"Killua, we need to finish this together," you said, holding out the worksheet Biscuit had assigned.
He rolled his eyes. "Fine. Just don’t slow me down."
Despite his grumbling, you noticed he was actually pretty smart.
By the end of the exercise, the two of you had finished first.
Killua’s complaints continued, though slightly less frequent. During lunch, you surprised him by offering a homemade snack.
"Here," you said, placing the small bento on his desk. "I made too much, so you can have some."
He stared at it suspiciously. "What’s your angle?"
"No angle," you replied. "Just being nice."
He hesitated but eventually took a bite.
His eyes widened slightly. "This… isn’t bad."
You smiled. "Thanks, I guess?"
By the fourth day, Killua had stopped actively ignoring you.
He still complained, but it seemed less genuine. During a particularly boring lecture, you doodled a small cartoon of him looking grumpy and showed it to him.
"Is that supposed to be me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
You nodded, grinning. "Yeah. See? I even got your signature pout."
He tried not to laugh but failed, a small chuckle escaping him. "Okay, that’s pretty good."
Killua found himself noticing little things about you—how you always came prepared with notes, how you helped other students who were struggling, and how your laugh was… oddly nice.
When you asked him for help during a sparring exercise, he didn’t complain as much as usual. "Fine. Just don’t blame me if you can’t keep up."
By now, Killua had stopped complaining altogether. Instead, he found himself initiating conversations with you.
"Hey," he said during a break, "how do you always stay so calm during Biscuit’s training? She’s terrifying."
You laughed. "I guess I’m just used to it. What about you? You’re supposed to be this amazing assassin, right?"
He smirked. "I am amazing. Just… not a fan of authority."
Killua started waiting for you outside class, though he pretended it was a coincidence.
"Wow, you’re early," you said when you saw him.
"Yeah, well, I just didn’t want to listen to Gon talk about bugs again," he lied.
You laughed, and he felt his chest tighten in a way that confused him.
Killua realized he was looking forward to seeing you every day. During lunch, he offered you some of his food, surprising both of you.
"Here," he said, shoving a snack in your direction. "You always share with me, so… whatever."
"Thanks, Killua," you said, your smile making his cheeks feel warm.
He couldn’t deny it anymore—he liked being around you. During class, he found himself watching you more than paying attention to Biscuit’s lecture.
When you caught him staring, he quickly looked away, his ears turning red.
Killua finally admitted to himself that he had feelings for you. When you smiled at him that day, thanking him for lending you his eraser, he felt something shift in his chest.
"Hey," he said after class, stopping you in the hallway.
He hesitated, scratching the back of his head. "I… uh, never mind."
You tilted your head. "Killua?"
He sighed. "Forget it. I’ll tell you later."
But deep down, he knew he couldn’t hold it in much longer.
This was in my drafts hehe , im sorry if there are grammar mistakes and all, thank you for reading! :)
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