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fuck. that was the singular word that kept flashing repeatedly through your head whilst your physics teacher ultimately handed that ego-shattering statement to you. it was not even a suggestion or mental nudge, he was straight up informing you that you were screwed in his subject. ouch.
you were never one to disrespect or hand back questionable words to your adults, especially the ones who were in absolute control of whether you got to pass your grade. yet, the sting from his statement was clear as you remained still in your spot facing the teacher. fazing out his stern eye-contact, you paid an unnecessary amount of attention to the dusty scent of the oak that his desk was cobbled out of. wow, you never imagined how… inspiring wood could smell.
your mind was then forcefully and abruptly plucked back into planet earth and this currently undesirable surrounding by the unchanging tone from your teacher’s announcement.
“i have already assigned you a tutor of my own picking either way.”
“wait-”
“killua zoldyck will be helping you with physics and don’t bother convincing me otherwise, y/n.”
again, you weren’t a disobedient student. the wind carried itself with a tinge of chill as it fanned your face, rustling the trees in symphony with the gloomy afternoon. now, the potentiality of the wind blowing out your cigarette was more troubling than being declared a certified ass in physics earlier. your left hand balanced a halfway done marlboro lights nudged snug between your pointer and middle finger, as your right was busy dialling in a new contact number that your teacher noted down for you.
the taste of faint tobacco and burnt through filter paper stained your senses. soon, you paused in your steps as you stood in the middle of the sidewalk. the breeze settled perfectly against your skin, taking a drag of your marlboro as your other thumb hit the “send” button in the empty chat.
y/n: is this killua? i’m from your classes, if you dk. mr johnson gave me your number cus he wants u to tutor me for phys :<
eyes set on your phone screen as the obnoxiously brightness emitting from it glared back at you. you observed, watching as the chat bubble emerged from killua’s side, awaiting his response. well, not that he had any options in all honesty.
killua: lazy. not doing it.
y/n: boy u got no choice 💀
killua: literally whatever ?? be fr mr johnson did NOT ask me to tutor you
y/n: i’m being fr. just say when n where bro..
killua: ok fine just meet me at the schl library tmrw after classes or smth
y/n: whatever u say pretty boy ^^
you swiftly slipped your phone into the back pocket of your jeans with a snicker to yourself over your last message. too unbothered to even pause to see if killua had responded or left you on read with that unexpected one. as you began to focus on returning back home, you silently tossed the finished cigarette butt onto the dusty concrete beneath you— lifting your foot slightly before giving one simple step of your heel onto the now meaningless bit of filter tip, embedding it to be one with the crevices of the sidewalk.
honestly? you didn’t get it. you couldn’t comprehend why and how you were so horrible at studying for physics. you did absolutely fine, in fact, outstanding in all your other subjects. so why was this singular mishap now arresting your pride and past accomplishments so badly? never mind, since now you were about to be tutored by the subject’s semesterly top scorer.
killua zoldyck. some would say he’s an over-achiever, some would say he’s worked for it. you’d personally claim he’s an egotistical brat. you didn’t have much of any relation to him, he was just that one classmate you’d consistently see in most of your classes. you know? that one kid who constantly had his wired earphones plugged in like his life depended on it, paired with designer branded baggy jeans. however, you were always somewhat mildly irked by the fact studying and tests always came so effortlessly to him. the only few positive things you noted in your mental checklist regarding him was—
pretty face ꪜ
nice hair ꪜ
aaaand he might also possess a decent fashion sense, those majestic eyes that painted an image of vibrant blue sea-glass , porcelain skin… and perchance impressively good music taste. you stalked his spotify back when you guys were 14 out of sheer curiosity
BUT all that doesn’t mean anything to you. killua zoldyck was just still an obnoxious dude who happened to be blessed genetically and financially.
and so it began…
the school bell rang in reminder to all students and its staff that the day had fleeted once more, it was finally the end of another school day. except, from today onwards you could no longer run back home to rot in your beloved bed nor head down to your kitchen to rustle up yourself a cup of black coffee. you could be dramatic as per usual and internally whine to yourself about how agonising and dehumanising this whole arrangement was but no, you were going to walk into that library and plaster on the facade of “yup, i’m fine with this!”. partly to cover up your shame and partly to aurafarm in front of killua.
you made sure of gathering up all your physics textbooks, written notes and digital notes diligently yesterday before heading off to meet your tutor today.
it was a conveniently short and well-routed walk to the library from your last class on your campus. as expected, the glass double doors of the entrance leading to the literary haven grew larger to your view as you stepped closer. right as you were about to push past those doors, you instinctively checked out yourself through the reflection of yourself appearing in the wide glass panes that stood as doors.
you picked at your bangs with your finger tips, almost unnaturally pushing them to fall down and frame your face just the way you wanted them to. gosh, what were you even doing all this for? you were meant to be focusing on improving at physics. oh well, it wouldn’t hurt to at least look good during it.
your focus on your hair was soon interrupted rudely (albeit, needed) by the sharp chime of your phone, clearly a notification. a groan escaped past your glossy lips subtly, hurriedly digging into your leather bag for that vital device.
it was a text notification from him.
killua: are you here yet? you’re being a slowpoke.
you scoffed almost immediately as soon as you finished reading that message of his, your hands sprawling to text back. god forbid a girl wants to stay pretty…
y/n: bruh i’m literally outside the library already hold on
killua: omfg woman
30 minutes soon came and went.
“are you even listening?” came from the opposite side of the table, a hint of nag in killua’s words. he had his head in his palm, his arm propping it up as he had one arm extended past the center of the wooden table so that it reached your book. in all honesty, in your personal opinion, this guy seemed more bored rather than frustrated.
across all the studying materials and devices beaming with online notes, an obvious but unserious frown dominated your face. “what? why would you even say that…” you mumbled quietly, already unwilling to sit through someone of your own age treating you like you were some attention-deficit kid.
“cus you suck at this.” the silverette bluntly declared, retracting his arm so he could push up the sleeves of his dark hoodie, fabric bunching up at his pale elbows.
no wonder people gravitated towards smoking in this world. if anything, it was to deal with men who carried an attitude.
your eyes rolled so far up that you swore you could sense yourself able to see the back of the inside of your head. it was truly horrible considering it was undeniable that you “sucked” at physics, so there was no way you could even convince killua otherwise.
you gave a little bite to your tongue before responding to that snark of his. “well, since you’re so great at this, why don’t you just teach me what i did wrong.” and you also might’ve snuck in a barely audible “bitch” at the end. your gel pen remained in the grasp of your hand, hovering above the worksheet that killua had printed out for you earlier… in which you completed failed.
without a word, killua responded by poking one of your knee’s gently underneath the table with the cushiony rubber top of his lead pencil— earning a surprised yelp in combination with a small jump in your seat.
“maybe i won’t have to teach you since i’m such a bitch after all..” killua snickered, his neat teeth peering at you whilst he then mildly dug the rubber into your knee.
without a shadow of doubt, you were pretty stunned for a minute at that. after awhile of this little interaction registering into your brain, you naturally but almost hesitantly brushed killua’s pencil away with an insistent nudge of your hand down the table. “killua! quit playing around.” rolling your eyes once more, unsure of what to feel at this.
his hair that could be mistaken for fluff framed his face just right, all while the tiring sun in the background shone on him through streaks of light as they snuck through the gaps between books in the bookshelves of the library, uncovered windows behind those shelves.
“haters gonna hate cus they ain’t me” killua shrugged with that unmistakable grin that could charm even the most unshakeable hearts.
yet, all you did was exhale slowly. suppose this was going to be one long tutoring session then, huh.
to your pleasant surprise, that session actually went by far faster than you expected. killua wasn’t a bad tutor whatsoever apart from how easily he pressed your buttons, he was well-versed in all the details he briefed about and understood your mistakes, as well as being able to correct you effectively after.
the campus was quiet as per usual at this hour after school. most went home, some went out with friends to the mall. there was a decently comfortable silence between the two of you as you both walked out through the school entrance. apart from the footsteps erupting from just you and killua, there were some occasional chirps of birds and zooms of cars on the main street right outside facing the school entrance.
as soon as you felt yourself step one centimetres off of campus grounds, you began to reach into and tumble through your bag that sat atop your left shoulder. in a sense, you may have accidentally forgotten all about killua’s presence still beside you.
you two stood shoulder to shoulder on the outside sidewalk of the school entrance. killua’s head soon turned to his side to face you, ears perking up in notice of the sudden noises that appeared like fumbling inside a purse.
those big blue’s of his were fixated totally on you as you eventually stopped focusing on your bag, pulling out and placing a cigarette in between the plumpness of your lips. your own eyes were on your lighter as you gave it a few clicks before it lit up.
the seething noises of your cigarette that continuously burned away as you took a singular long drag of your malboro that was snug between your fingers once more, gazing off into the distance of passing by vehicles in a state that could only be classified as enigmatic.
ohhh right. he was still here.
smoke engulfed the inner walls of your lungs, before exhaling it out— courteously blowing it the opposite direction so that it wouldn’t hit killua straight in the face.
pulling it away from your lips, you turned to see killua, who was already staring at you.
“how come i never knew this? we’ve been in the same classes since middle school- y/n!” was all that killua exclaimed as you simply stared back with no traces of fluster. truly, he was surprised.
its not that smoking was anything taboo in killua’s mind, his mother and his eldest brother all smoked anyways. random thing he noted all his life was that his mother strictly stuck to the slim ones only. perhaps, it was just killua often possessing an impressive estimation of people’s nature from just a minor glimpse of them. however, this didn’t really alter his opinion or perception of you. sure, killua could be horrendously judgey but he felt everybody had the right to live their life the way they saw fit.
“dumbass. nobody smokes inside school.” tapping at your cigarette to allow the ash to fall onto the sidewalk with a minor raise of the tip of your pointer finger. there was a slight but still noticeable mockery in your tone.
killua had no clue what to make of this. you kinda caught his tongue for him, it was true nobody sensible would do that in school but he was still rightfully shocked. he decided it best to just move on hastily from you winning that last debate (if that could even be counted a debate).
“so… how are you getting home?” the boy muttered as he remained by your side, retiring and stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. his head was turned away from you now, although he couldn’t resist to constantly sneak glances at you beside him through his peripheral vision. killua hadn’t noticed it, but there was certainly something magnetic about you to him.
your head remained facing the opposite side rather than in killua’s direction, puffing out the smoke and observing how the gusts of current in the light wind carried it off, as if claiming it as one of their own. “i walk home usually.” you voiced plainly before taking a step to face your entirety towards killua, your gazes meeting gladly.
as soon as you returned your attention back to him, killua grasped onto the chance to be able to look at you fully without appearing like an absolute creep to some degree.
killua zoldyck wasn’t one for romantic cliche’s in media nor literature, but life has its exceptions. for what was the first time in his life, he sensed he genuinely understood the claims and imageries encapsulated of being “in a daze for them”.
honestly, killua himself in all likeliness probably wasn’t even aware he was sinking further into you, almost as if you resembled some mental quicksand. all he himself thought of what he knew was that he did find you pretty attractive. what even was the concept of infatuation and “love” to him? it didn’t exist in any aspects of his life. yet, there was the chance of you introducing yourself into his life as just that.
“uh, i have chauffeurs but i don’t really like them following me around. so i walk home too.”
“hm, i see. wanna walk together until we gotta split up?”
“you’d do that with me?”
“take it or leave it.”
“taking it!”
time plays its tricks in plain sight, progressing faster than anyone expects it to. right, one week had officially flown through since killua began tutoring you three times per week.
what an idiot. what an idiot that he was. that was all killua’s mind could center around when he wasn’t teaching you something like momentum equalled to mass times velocity. you were always there in plain sight, for years in fact. so how exactly did he miss you for all this time? but then again, killua wasn’t the one to mindlessly fall for someone.
you were notable. special but hard to figure out.
truth be told, there was no such things to be so difficult.. especially to the severity that the boy couldn’t even wrap his head around everything. it was just that killua was unknowing of how to regulate his feelings properly nor digest them.
“i think i finally get it?..” you started off before continuing further in detail, “so essentially, increase in kinetic energy leads to increase of pressure in the container as the kinetic energy causes an increase in speed of particles hitting container and one another?”
“yup, thats basically it. y’know, i’d say you’ve been getting the hang of this lately.” the pale boy beamed honestly, genuinely being patient and accepting of your trial and errors before your success.
if anyone else was in the library to witness this, they’d likely tell you that killua looked like a fucking idiot with the way he was smiling dumbly at you.
your hand rose to flip your hair in a sassy, playful motion as you looked off to the side in awe of yourself. come on, who doesn’t love to celebrate a small accomplishment?
“i mean, i’m just that good like as always. no surprise you improved after i came into your life…?” the silverette placed a hand on his chest melodramatically as he trailed off with humouring his own compliments that were also directed towards himself…
a small chuckle vibrated through your throat, taking a moment to absorb the warmth of the connection between you two. for a mere second, you swore you felt killua’s knee brush against yours from under the table.
you were convinced it was just an unremarkable accident. however, some undiscovered part of you did not want to let that go as something so trivial.
unbeknownst to most of us, it was perhaps always these trivial moments that carried the meaning of everything important.
happy new years guys !! 2025 was such a unique and pivotal year to me, and i hope everyone leaves with no regrets into 2026. life has recently been rocky but i do promise that i’ll def return to supply you all w more killua fics in the future !
i can’t express enough thanks to all the love and support every single reader or passerby of my blog has shown to me, ps. i notice every interaction readers have w my blog despite me being rather inactive. also, much love to my moots i’ve met on this platform 🤍
most importantly, take care of yourselves and continue enjoying reading 💋
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the school hall way, was blessed once more this week as you strutted through, carrying your vintage dior and an absolute attitude.
“bro, how does she walk in those?” the silverette whispered to his ravenette best friend, as the majority of people in the halls had their eyes fixated on you, like you were a jaw-dropping deity.
“o em gee y/n! are those louboutin’s you’re wearing? i adore your shoes!” was heard in the halls as some of the usual wannabe’s who always swarm you had come up to you once again.
“no. its jimmy choo, broke ass bitch.” you sarcastically smiled back with a clear sense of hostility, leaving many nearby, unsettled.. but it didn’t matter. after all, who would ever go up against you? you were perfect.
it was practically already a gift just to witness the fabulousness of your presence. the way your hips would effortlessly sway with confidence when you glided through the school like it was your territory. the way your hair will never ever be caught flat or oily, always maintaining a gorgeously well done blowout. the way your clothes and accessories will always shine out in a room, no matter who else tried to compete with your sense of fashion.
“ugh, sorry girls! some people i don’t fuck with came up to me again.” you rolled your eyes as you took a dramatic sigh. “oh my god, of course those wannabe’s did that again!” was said by one of the girls in your band of the most popular and good looking girls in school.
“anyways, everyoneee! any cute guys lately?” one of the girls giggled childishly, as she was applying her lip gloss while using her phone camera as a mirror. “um hello? no! the guys in our school are fugly.” you leaned with your back against the row of lockers, appalled by what one of your girlfriends just said.
“sorry y/n! i was just asking..”
“you know better than to ask stupid questions.”
“miss y/n! you are late for the third time this week, and its wednesday! is it that hard to come on time at least for one day?” your teacher yelled as you made your entrance in without a care in the world. “yesss miss bisky, i’m sorry! its not my fault that my hair wasn’t cooperating. so i was stuck fixing it for 10 minutes in the bathroom!” you reasoned… with no good reason.
“i’m going to have to put you on community service at this point, now go to your seat!” your blonde teacher shook her head in disbelief at your carelessness and calm demeanour in the midst of such trouble.
“love youu miss bisky!” you winked mischievously and turned on your heel to approach your seat.
“alright class, so for today’s lesson you’ll be split into groups of two. i am choosing to trust you all so choose your partners WISELY.” your teacher announced energetically.
the class was consumed with excitement and joy to team up with friends and familiar faces.
“ugh! i have no friends in this class…” you brattily whined to yourself, pouting your glossy lips in sheer disappointment.
just when you said those words, a pale figure approached your desk, a very handsome figure.
“wanna team up?” killua asked plainly, with an uninterested expression on his face.
“who the hell are you?” you toyed with the ends of your well-treated hair, staring the albino down.
“pipe the fuck down miss universe. you obviously don’t have your followers in this class.” the silverette called you out openly, with a slight urge to scoff. “at least i have friends. i don’t even know your name.” you rolled your eyes boldly, turning your head away as you continued on playing with your hair while secretly cussing out killua in your heart.
“sure, whatever you say. just team up with me or else you’re going to be all alone.” killua smirked cockily.
killua knew just the words to use against a bimbo like you. all that glamour, bitchiness and stupid designer bags were just for show, the real you was nothing but fragility and a princess who needed to be coddled. as long as you were dumb enough to keep faltering from his jabs of calling you out on being alone and having no one, you’ll definitely be easy to deal with. the albino’s heart was filled with no worries, only confidence.
because he knew just the way to get under the skin of the most popular girl in school.
“are you seriously going to leave me all the work to do?” killua questioned, although he wasn’t surprised.
“uh duh? what else is your purpose?” you turned your head slightly to killua, who was now seated beside you. you immediately went back to looking at your beautiful reflection in your compact mirror, legs crossed.
“whatever you want, brat.” killua muttered under his breath.
“i heard that you fucking loser.” you shot back as you gave him a nasty glare, as if he was beneath you.
soon, english had ended.
“kil! was that y/n i just saw you sitting with? she’s like the meanest girl in school…” gon jumped in surprise as kil exited miss bisky’s classroom.
“yeah, and the dumbest.” the silverette replied as he continued walking through the locker-lined halls, with gon catching up behind.
as lunch time approached, you left class with one person on your mind. that silver haired boy from english class. you didn’t even get to ask for his name… to be fair you could’ve but you were too busy with fixing your falsies so whatever!
you ran your acrylic nails through your hair, walking towards the cafeteria. slightly dreading to talk to your gang of chicks. sure, they looked good to be around but all they talk about is the same five topics, every single damn day.
as you stepped into the cafeteria, your eyes reunited with a particularly piercing pair of blue’s.
killua was seated with only gon at the back of the cafeteria room, as usual. only unusual thing today, was the fact he was now eye fucking with the prettiest dumbest bitch in school from across the room.
as the passage of time began to hit you, you were the first to break eye contact and walk away towards your usual table, shared with your girls. as you stepped towards your usual lunch table, you finally for once felt something refreshing.
“uh hello..? kil? hello kil? KILLUA!” gon yelled as he attempted to awake killua from whatever kind of trance he was caught up in suddenly. “shit, my bad gon. whats up?” killua slightly shook his head, trying to snap out of whatever the fuck he just had with you.
“oh yeah, kil… are you friends with y/n now?” the ravenette boy slowly asked as he began biting into an apple. “no, we’re just partners for english class.” killua responded back monotone-ly. “okay! i was just worried since you know.. she’s kinda known for being rude.” gon sheepishly smiled, as he scratched the back of his head.
“oh my god y/n! we just saw you make eye contact with that guy who always sits at the back.” a girl let out, not thinking beforehand about what insult you might potentially fling at her. “go back to eating your lunch, sarah.” you gave her an unimpressed look and frowned. “okay y/n…” head turned down, trying to hide her embarrassment.
“i mean… he is kinda hot though, y/n. heard his name is killua zoldyck or something.” one of the other girls suggested her thoughts as she forcefully stabbed her lifeless salad with a dull plastic fork. “uh, yeah kinda.” you reluctantly admitted, cracking open a can of diet coke.
“girls, will crouton’s still be considered a carb even if its in the salad? since it might’ve taken some of the nutrients from the lettuce’s instead?” you tilt your head to the side in deep thought, brows furrowed while staring down at the assortment of vegetables in your bowl.
“uh… y/n… foods don’t inherit nutrients from vegetables just because they’re in the same bowl.”
“oh! i see…”
the school bell eventually rang as lunch ended.
“ew! what? you’re in my class AGAIN?” you loudly exclaimed as you opened the door to the chemistry lab, only to meet a familiar face once again. “lucky me, brat.” killua huffed out exhaustingly, as if he had to deal with something stressful again.
the sounds of your heels clicking on the lab’s floor could be heard as you made your way over to the desk that killua was sitting alone at, designer bag clutched in one hand and textbook in the other.
“where is everyone else?” you asked, very much confused by why nobody else had arrived yet for chemistry class. “why the hell would i know?” the albino replied back with an annoyed manner, as he also took a look around the room. seriously, how did you expect him to know why nobody else was showing up? god, you really can be brainless…
as the lab was filled with no others other than you two, that was when you two abruptly finally got a chance to truly focus on one another. as you stood in front of him sitting in his seat.
killua suddenly got the chance to focus on the way you’re constantly feeling each part of your clothing and accessories, checking it out as if you’re constantly paranoid about something going wrong with your physical appearance. you also had the same chance, getting to notice on the way killua’s face easily became pink from every small thing he put strength into doing, due to him having such a pale complexion.
you both were definitely starting to share a mutual yearning for one another.
right when killua felt that odd and unfamiliar feeling bursting throughout him, he felt frightened almost.
you felt disgusted, sick even. how could you be feeling such… positive emotions for a guy like killua? no way in hell are you finding him attractive.
“eugh! anyways can you help me finish up my math homework i have? i have no clue how to do these algebra questions!” you eventually broke the silence by forcing your homework onto poor killua who had to now deal with your bullshit. “do it yourself dumbass.” killua rolled his eyes as he turned his head away from you.
“listen to me loser, its an honour for you to even help me do my work. so be a good boy and do the stupid algebra!” you sarcastically giggled as you grabbed a fistful of killua’s silvery hair, while you stood above him. faces inching closer and closed by every interaction you two were sharing.
“stop being a fucking bitch, my patience is running out.” the albino pushed your arm off harshly before getting up from his seat abruptly, which caused you to step back a bit.
“are you fucked in the head? do you know how much my acrylics costed? you nearly broke one of my nails!” you furiously yelled as you folded your arms together firmly.
before you could even process what was now even occurring, killua suddenly cornered you against the lab coat closet. the pissed off albino now towered over you and closed you off from any chances more of you throwing a tantrum against him.
“you know, you’d be prettier if you weren’t such a whiny bitch all the time.” sapphire eyes now glued onto you and your whole entirety. “oh yeah? and you’d be way hotter if you weren’t such a fucking loser who barely talks in school!” you shot back as you stared into his blue eyes, that were now filled with a mixture of craving and a need to satisfy it.
you two finally stopped bickering for a second, breaths heavy and panting, desperately catching for air as this tension and close proximity with one another was simply too much.
next thing you knew, your lips both crashed onto each others.
you hastily started gripping onto killua’s fluffy head of silver, acrylic’s digging in. however, the pure bliss of being able to induldge in you, washed over the pain of your nails practically stabbing killua’s scalp. who could blame you though?
the way killua’s hands travelled down to feel your inner thigh was driving you wild. you could feel the sensation of his hand grabbing onto your thigh while his thumb slowly, but sensually rubbed your inner thigh was just insane. adding on the fact this was all occurring while he still was focused on kissing the hell out of you definitely made your brain freeze. wasn’t he just some lame loser who barely had any friends except that spikey haired weirdo? how could he, killua, a nobody, suddenly be the one in the position of making you so out of control and weak?
you wanted to scream out loud so bad from just how much you needed this. something about how you guys barely knew each other but was able to build up so much tension was beautiful in its own way. plus, your friend was so so right about killua being hot.
a part of killua felt pretty boastful internally about the fact he was now experiencing a sloppy make out session with the most popular and attractive girl in school. he was so going to crash out about this later though, he’d never had touched a girl before. although, you were an absolute wonder to grasp, your skin felt like butter and your lips were moist and soft from all those fruity lip masks. you made him feel like he was indulging in a sweet treat he had already consumed too much of, to the point of nauseousness.
as killua moved on from your wet and messy lips, he buried his head deep into your neck to give it love as well. in that moment, it hit the albino just how sickening you truly were. the sharp and suffocating aroma of your hair spray, the artificial and chemical taste of your raspberry lip gloss, your perfume that smelled like roses and cheap sex, your stupid hazy eyes that gazed up at him like as if he was causing you unfathomable pleasure.
it all sickened him.
yet, that was exactly what made you irresistible and drove him to crave even more of you.
i’m honestly surprised till this day that this was one of my worst performing killua one shots i ever posted on tumblr LIKE i totally expected this one to do good. its always the unexpected works that end up blowing up w 400+ notes 💀
I'm not sure if THIS is the manga you girls were talking about, but I sure remember it being popular around 2020-2021, and it's the only one I found having the "your POV". I can't say that it's "spicy", I found the same manga pages, but with other characters (Kurapika, Leorio, Hisoka, Nobunaga, Zushi, Gon etc.) and some of them have sliiight spicy tone, not anything too much
wait stop cus i was thinking abt this when @lovelykil mentioned it was from our pov but i didn’t rec it cus like it isn’t spicy but its still a good read nonetheless (i read it a few months ago)
