Can we get prompt 16 “Sorry doesn’t fix everything.” And 18 “ I wish we never met.” For Chrollo after stealing his S/S nen ability for tHeIr oWn gOoD 🥺👉👈
I apologize in advance anon .... I swear I was trying to make this have a fluffy ending
I NEED TO STOP WRITING SUCH ANGSTY THINGS ITS BECOME A HABIT AT THIS POINT
Chrollo Lucilfer [angst]:
16. “Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”
18. “I wish we never met.”
Word count: 812 words
Warnings: Lowkey yandere Chrollo, manipulation, just a very toxic relationship overall please be very careful
Summary: Chrollo’s all you need, and he won’t stop reminding you that.
“I’ve noticed, you know?”
Chrollo’s voice rings through your ears. You take your eyes off of the left armrest of your chair and raise your head to meet his eyes. There he sat, in the same position as he did for the past two hours, indulging himself in a nice book that was no shorter than a thousand pages. You had no clue what the book was even about, the cover was completely black, but you couldn’t care enough to ask.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ve noticed the way you look at me. It’s different,” his solid deep voice makes yours sound weak. That’s how it’s always seemed though. Chrollo was the ‘man’ in your relationship -- if you can even call this a relationship anymore. He did everything that was considered the heavy lifting in this dynamic you shared, then again you didn't have much choice but to let him do everything.
Chrollo’s always treated you like a work of art, nothing he has ever stolen could compare to you. The day he laid his eyes on you was the day he swore he would protect you forever. And you fell for it, as expected, no one could have resisted his charm.
It definitely took you a while to notice, but the dark haired man had slowly stopped treating you like a person and more like a limited edition toy. Pampering you and treating you like royalty, but to a much more intense degree. After you let him borrow your nen ability for a few days, he began to change the subject every time you asked for it back. Eventually you’d given up, and he’d begun to be more strict of your actions. First it was his rule that you weren’t allowed to go out with friends without telling him at least two days in advance, then it snowballed into you not being allowed to leave the house at all. The days spent inside had begun to feel suffocating, but you couldn’t really complain. Chrollo still kept you well fed and occupied.
Anyone would be grateful to be in your place, he would often remind you. Tell you how good you had it, continue to feed the idea that this was how you wanted to spend your days.
“It is different. Everything feels so different now,” was all you could really respond with. You didn’t know how you were going to make him understand your perspective in this situation. It’s not you weren’t happy for everything he’s offered you, but it’s crossed a line.
“When have you started feeling this way?”
“I don’t know. But every day’s been feeling more unbearable,” you clench your fists in frustration. Why is it so hard to express how you were feeling? “I think it started after my nen-”
“Your nen is safe with me. I’m sorry if I made you worry about it,” he dismisses whatever you were going to say instantly, dropping his head to continue reading.
“No you don’t understand. Sorry doesn’t fix everything and it’s not just my nen, Chrollo. I feel like I’ve lost myself, you keep telling me I’m doing exactly what I should be here with you, but have you wondered if I felt the same way?”
Chrollo returns his attention to you, this is the first time you’ve spoken more than a short sentence in months.
“What are you suggesting with your little tantrum?” He asks unamused. To be frank, the troupe boss was beginning to get agitated with the confrontation.
“I want to leave. I want my nen back and I was to leave. I wish we never met,” you blur out, a little bit more aggressive than intended.
Chrollo snaps his book shut with a single hand, shifting his entire body to face you in your chair.
“You don’t mean that,” his dark eyes look straight at you, almost as if they were glancing through you. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. What would you do with your nen if I gave it back? You haven’t been using it these last few years like I’ve been, you won’t know what you’re doing. You can’t live without me, admit it. Who’s been giving you shelter and food all these years, you think you can just go out there and settle down on your own? I’m all you’re going to need. So just behave and trust me.”
And so you do. All the years of being cooped up wherever he kept you -- you had forgotten the exact location at this point -- he had spent his sweet time tearing down your mental walls. Stripping you of your beliefs, morals, even memories. You are to simply stay indoors and put on a fake façade every time he walks through the front doors. You are to act in line because at the end of the day, you really couldn’t live without him.
Hey @suckmyd1ck666, this one’s for you bab (also your username is iconic) !! Tysm for requesting something, I hope you like it <33
Also hear me out I know it says angst + fluff, but I PROMISE this one has a happy ending unlike the prompts I been writing lately ........
Feitan Portor [angst + fluff]:
27. “Are they really ‘just a friend’?”
Word count: 586 words
Warnings: Violent thoughts
Summary: Feitan begins to get very suspicious of your actions lately.
How could you do this to him?
There you were, in a café sitting across some other man, hitting it off and sipping the drink you had in your hand. How could you go behind his back and cheat? Feitan watches your little date through the windows from the rooftop of the store right across the street. He knew you’d been acting weird lately, going out without telling him exactly where or with who. Feitan wasn’t controlling about it though, it was just that you would always be so excited to share about how your day was whenever you went to hang out with your friends. So when you kept coming home and telling him nothing more than, “I had a good day,” he had become suspicious.
The short man thinks about his options in this situation. He could storm in and kill that other man right there and then, but there’s just so many people around. He’d have to kill all the spectators too, in such a small space where his outfit is sure to get dirty. Alright, so maybe raiding the café right now was not a good idea. He could wait for the two of you to leave the café and drag him into an alleyway. That was definitely an option. But what if he really was just a friend this entire time and you’d get sad about your friend going missing?
Feitan stands up and grabs his umbrella, maybe he should just sit this one out and let you explain yourself when you get home. Head full of doubts, he starts to head home.
Some time later, as the sun sets in the horizon, you finally make your way back home.
Opening the front door and taking off your coat, you’re greeted with a very angry but collected looking Feitan on the living room couch.
“Hey,” you greet him, “I’m home.”
He hums, “how was your day?” to which you respond with a simple, “it was good.”
“Who did you go out with today?” He continues to interrogate you. By now you’d already set all your belongings down and headed to the kitchen to heat up some leftovers.
“My friend.”
Feitan’s brows furrow, the crease in between them becoming more visible, “Are they really ‘just a friend’?”
You stop whatever you were doing, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I know what’s been going on, I’ve been following you around these past few days did you know that? After you started acting weird. I see you going out with that man,” he stands up and spits out. You look at him and you could’ve sworn he’s never looked this mad before. It’s surprising how he’s not pointing the blade to your neck right about now. You can practically see the fumes coming out of his ears.
The entire situation makes you laugh. “That man?” you try to formulate words, “you mean my cousin?”
Feitan’s body instantly relaxes, “your cousin? He’s your cousin? How was I supposed to know that?”
“Because I told you Fei! Remember? When we were out by that pond and you were feeding those ducks.”
The gears in his head start to turn, he vaguely remembers you talking about your family that day. He honestly wasn’t paying attention because of the ducks. That was also the day Feitan realized his love for ducks.
“Right,” he nods in confusion, “yeah. I totally remember. So you’re not cheating?”
“Why would I?” You smile at him, “I could never do that to you.”
Can I request prompt 26+5 for Illumi? Only if you're comfortable! Also, Happy New year to you! -🌱
Happy New Year to you Anon !! Ofc I’m comfortable, thank you for being so considerate <33 Also congrats on being my first event request hehe
Illumi Zoldyck [angst + fluff] :
26. “Have you been sleeping?”
5. “Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”
Word count: 731 words
Warnings: None :))
Summary: Illumi comes home to both you and the realization of what’s been going on lately.
[5:48 a.m.]
The sounds of Illumi’s shoes click on the hardwood floor as he makes his way through the space that you both call home. Hair freshly washed with his favorite scented shampoo that you got him as a gift, wearing one of your sweaters that he keeps in his closet, he stops in front of the closed bedroom door.
Slowly turning the doorknob and wincing at the creaking sound as he opens the door, Illumi’s welcomed by the sight of your sleeping figure on the shared bed. The moonlight creeping in through the large glass doors of the balcony, emphasizing the features on your face, he swears he’s never seen anything more gorgeous than the view in front of him.
Taking a few more steps to situate himself on his side of the bed -- the one away from the balcony because he loves the way the sun hits your face first thing in the morning -- Illumi gently lifts the blanket and climbs in bed beside you.
That is, until his attention was caught by the movement of your body stirring awake.
“Lumi?” Your honey coated voice prompts out to him. The nickname was your idea, insisting that it fit him because it was similar to the French word, “lumière,” which translates to light. Opening your eyes and turning to your side, you’re greeted with his large shining black eyes.
“I’m here,” he reassures you, propping himself up on one elbow so he can tower over your figure and admire your face. He loves every detail on your skin, every imperfection that he considers perfection, the way your cheeks rise as you smile, the light in your eyes that holds nothing but admiration when you look at him.
Except this time, it’s different. Illumi’s memorized your face countless times, especially that look right after you wake up. The way your eyes are lidded, the movement of your throat as you swallow repeatedly to try to ease the dryness from previous the cold night’s air, and the hint of blush that never fails to make an appearance on your cheeks. This time, he doesn’t see any of that. This time he is welcomed by your almost bloodshot eyes, dry cheeks, and struggling breath as you try your best to hold in your quiet little sniffles.
Eyebrows creased, he brings his other arm up to hold your chin in between his fingers, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.
“What’s wrong?” His question filled with a worried tone.
“‘S nothing,” you attempt to dust his question off with a blunt response. Turning over to face your back to Illumi, your actions are interrupted by a gentle grip on your shoulder.
“Have you been sleeping?” You don’t turn back to look at him. You can’t.
“No,” he stays silent waiting for an explanation, “missed you,” is all you can muster out at the moment, trying your best to not burst to tears. The word missed would be an understatement. With Illumi going out practically every night contributing to his family business, you’re often met with the familiarity of the cold bed beside you and an empty feeling in your heart. He knows how often he’s away, he knows how much you must miss him, and he misses you too. But now that he’s actually witnessed your hurt, he can’t help but curse himself for not doing something about it sooner.
The feeling of his arms suddenly wrapping around you is what pushes you off the edge. Backing up until your back is met with his chest, you begin to let the tears fall down your face just the way it did a few hours ago.
Illumi doesn’t say anything, just pressing soft kisses from the top of your head to the base of the back of your neck. “Missed you too,” he whispers back to you.
As you grip his arm that’s keeping you in his tight embrace, you’re surprised by the familiar feeling of the material of one of your sweaters. You chuckle at the realization, “why are you wearing my sweater?”
“Because it smells like you,” he says, leaving yet another kiss on the back of your head.
Eventually, your breathing finally calms down and Illumi makes a note to himself to take on less night jobs, as you both slowly drift off to sleep with the sunrise creeping up on the horizon.
Hello there! I love your works, they make me fall in love with the characters more 🥺 May I request prompt 1 with kyoutani?
I’m so glad to hear that !! And ofc you can request Kyoutani, our fav secret softie <3 I am finally here to announce that I’ve written a fluff piece ahahah after countless amounts of accidental angst pieces, I was able to break the angst curse >:)))
Kyoutani Kentaro [fluff]:
1. “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”
Word count: 558 words
Warnings: none babie -- happy reading <3
Summary: Weekly movie nights with Kyoutani !!
Sounds of squeaking shoes against the waxed gym floors, the Aoba Johsai boys volleyball team begin cleaning up the gym after a long practice session. It was finally Friday, which meant your weekly movie nights with Kyoutani. Practically skipping your way to the gym doors, unable to contain your excitement, you catch him right on time making his way out.
“Kentaro!” You yell out to him, waving your arm almost a little bit too hard.
Your boyfriend lets out a little smirk, one that only you can really distinguish. He puts his arm over your shoulder as you start walking alongside him, catching the way he glances behind the two of you to give Iwaizumi one last glare of the session.
You laugh at the not-so-secretive exchange, “you’ve gotta stop holding a grudge against him.”
Kentaro lets out a grunt followed by a, “shut up,” softly ruffling your hair and making your way back to his house.
“Which one do you wanna watch?” Now back in the familiar space of his bedroom, you hover the cruiser over a movie on Netflix displayed on his laptop.
“First one,” he responds, setting down the snacks he just fetched from his pantry. Kyoutani never really had a thing for junk food, he didn’t mind it, but he definitely was not as excited to eat this bag of chips as you were. Being the secret softy he is, he’s begun to stock up on your favorite brand of snacks so he’s well prepared every time you come over. You’ve noticed this, but never bring it up. He would deny it anyways, no matter how painfully obvious it was.
“Sounds good,” you comment, shifting your body to lay beside him, practically laying on top of him.
“What are you doing?” You two weren’t new to affection. Hand holding and cuddling had been something you’d both gotten used to, but this new set up was just a little strange to him.
“What do you think? You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one,” which makes Kyoutani widen his eyes. He’d totally forgotten about that. He left his pillows in the wash this entire day, too excited about being able to spend the evening with you. You’d noticed immediately though, so of course you were going to take this opportunity to use him as a human pillow.
“No, not happening,” he begins to push you off him, making sure to not use too much strength so he doesn’t hurt you, “I’m gonna go get the pillows out of the dryer.”
“Come on!” You pretend to argue, “Come on, just this once? I thought you loved cuddling with me!”
“I don’t,” he blatantly lies, anyone could tell he was hesitating through his tone.
“Please, Taro?” You give him a cute little pout and sad eyes.
Oh those sad little eyes. Kyoutani would never say no to that expression. He knew you were just exaggerating, but every time you give him that face he has to check his pulse to see if he was still conscious.
He furrowed his eyebrows in defeat, “fine. But next time I’m getting the pillows.”
You let out a little laugh and reposition yourself to cuddle up to him again, taking in his warmth. You’d learnt a long time ago that Kentaro couldn’t resist you for the life of him.
Feitan and prompt 21+25 for your event please 🥺 thank you thank youuuuu
Np !! One Fei piece coming up, I apologize in advance this has some MAJOR ANGST + a sad ending
Feitan Portor [angst]:
21. “It’s pouring rain why are you here?”
25. “Can I at least tell my side of the story?”
Word count: 898 words
Warnings: angst angst angst, it really stings
Summary: You’ve reached your breaking point when it comes to dealing with Feitan.
The sound of your boots stomping down in yet another puddle, the foggy air surrounds you as the heavy rain continues to pour. You mentally curse yourself for not at least grabbing an umbrella before you stormed out. It was just too frustrating at the time. Feitan got home and had been particularly cold today. Nothing you couldn’t handle though, you’d known him for longer than most of the troupe members did, so you knew to give him some space and time to clear his mind. But something was just off today. His words felt heavier than they really were, his expression bland as ever, the way he looked at you was just different.
You were not having it today either, a bunch of unfinished work on your desk as a reminder of how stressful the next few days were going to be.
He didn’t mean to. He didn’t mean to snap at you so harshly. He didn’t mean to spit out about how he doesn’t need you anymore, how you do nothing but annoy him all day. As he sits in the empty space you both share, his heart is filled with nothing but regret.
It’s been about half an hour since you left, the rain hasn’t hit yet. There have only been two instances when one of you got so mad that someone had to physically leave and go take a walk. Usually those incidents only lasted an hour, it was more of a cool down period than it was out of pure anger towards the other person. He was starting to worry, but it was definitely too soon to go out and get you, you needed the time and space as much as he did.
At the one and a half hour mark he was starting to worry. Maybe this time you just needed more space than usual? He did say some really insensitive things. Not even five minutes after that thought, the rain began to pour. Hard.
Feitan turns his attention to the shelf near the front door. All the umbrellas were still there, which meant you were probably getting soaked right about now. Swinging the door open, the troupe member finally decides to go get you.
You were now in another neighborhood, one which had a convenience store at the end of the road. Digging your hand into your pockets, you realize you also forgot to bring your wallet before you left.
With a big sigh, you decide to just give in and go home. You didn’t want to see Feitan though, so maybe you should settle at a friend’s house for now? But your necessities were still at your place, going back was inevitable.
During your walk you had thought long and hard about this. Maybe it was time to move out. Maybe it was time to end whatever relationship you had with Feitan. No one even really knew what you two were, it was just something with no labels. Whatever this was, you were sick of it. All the nights he came to him in a bad mood, you were the one that was always by his side to calm him down. Whenever he got injured, you were the one who cared for him and tended to his needs for weeks. He had done things for you too, it wasn’t a one-sided relationship, but it’s times like now that have you wondering if all the good things he can offer were worth all the hurt he puts you through.
Stepping in what seems like the 20th puddle this walk, you shake the thoughts away and realize that you were lost. A new unfamiliar neighborhood and heavy fog was not a good combination. Luckily (or unluckily) for you, a small figure in all black started to approach you.
“It’s pouring rain why are you here?” He calls out at you. Feitan’s not close enough for you to actually be able to tell it’s him, but his voice was more than enough.
“I didn’t want to go back,” you answer, looking down at your wet boots to avoid his gaze.
“You’re going to get a cold,” he hands you an umbrella, “let’s go back and talk about this okay?”
“I don’t want to go back.”
“I know. I know you don’t want to see me right now. Listen I’m sorry okay? Let’s go back and I’ll make it up for you. I’ll make you a tea or something,” he reasons. The rain was just getting worse at this point, and the sight of your wet clothes had him worrying about you.
“Fei you don’t understand. It’s not just what happened today. Can you listen to me for once? Can I at least tell my side of the story? I don’t want to be here anymore. With you. I don’t even know what we’re doing, what are we even? Don’t answer that. It doesn’t matter. Nothing ever matters to you.”
For as long as he can remember, Feitan’s lost everything in his life. His parents, the previous troupe members, his hope for humanity. The concept that nothing lasts forever had been permanently engraved in his mind, and he had accepted it. Nothing was considered his anymore, at least, not his for long. You’d expect that he’s become used to it by now, but today, Feitan’s come to a realization that he’s truly lost you.
Can I please have the prompt 14 for Kyoutani Kentaro aka Mad Dog? This baby seriously deserves more love so if you can, please make it fluffy? Tnx a bunch.
ANON YOU GOT GOOD TASTE BC I SUPPORT THAT STATEMENT 100% HERES SOME FLUFFY KENTARO FOR YALL let’s give him the attention he deserves <33
Kyoutani Kentaro [fluff]:
14. “Move out of my way before I make you.”
Word Count: 580 words
Warnings: None :)
Summary: You and Kentaro are the first to show up for morning practice.
Poles, nets, volleyballs … You say to yourself, checking off the list of tasks in your head to set up before the boys volleyball club comes in for morning practice. Since this is the second year of your management position for Aoba Johsai’s boys volleyball club, you’ve become quite familiar with the routines for each practice and the playing styles of every player.
Specifically player number 16, Kyoutani Kentaro. Everyone keeps talking about his short-tempered demeanor and his inability to cooperate within a group, but you knew better than to listen to the gossip. You’ve never doubted Kentaro, not even once. Not the first time you approached him with a wide smile, not when you gave him your number, and definitely not when he officially asked you out on a date. You understood he wasn’t like what others perceived of him, he simply just had his walls built up. And you always made sure to respect that, never overstepping his boundaries.
With that being said, he had a soft side that only you had the privilege of seeing. The first time he asked to cuddle was the first time you genuinely thought you were hearing things. Turns out he enjoyed affection just as much as the average person, don’t be fooled by how he acts in public.
The familiar sound of your boyfriend’s humming from outside the gym tears your attention away from your thoughts. Kyoutani lives on the opposite side of town from your place, meaning you two never really walk each other to school or walk each other home.
Practically dropping whatever was previously in your hands and sprinting to the doors of the gym, you welcome him with a bright smile and arms wide out for a hug.
Kentaro stops in his place, he wasn’t expecting you in the gym, it was still relatively early. He was planning to arrive before you did to set up so you wouldn’t have to carry all the heavy equipment from the storage room.
“Morning,” he says with a sigh, disappointed that you beat him to it.
“That’s all you’re gonna say?” You tease at him, arms still wide open waiting for his embrace.
The volleyball player gives you a glare. To anyone else the look on his face looks highly threatening, but to you, it was Kentaro’s way of saying how much he loves your upbeat persona.
“Move out of my way before I make you,” he says sternly. You could feel the affection under his blunt words, you always did.
A fake pout on your face, you force him into a hug. “You’d never hurt me.”
Kyoutani’s body loosens up as if on command by your voice. His arms slowly slither up from his sides to your back, trying to not hurt you with his strength. He always handled you like porcelain, you’re one of the most important things in his life.
“Tch,” is all he’s able to say as he buries his face into the familiar spot of where your neck meets your shoulder.
As you breathe in the scent of his body wash, a bunch of scattered snickers interrupt the intimate moment. Pulling yourself away from the second year, you’re met with the rest of the volleyball club members.
“I didn’t know you were a big softie, Kentaro-kun~” Taunts Oikawa.
Kyoutani throws all of them a glare, a real one this time, and the laughing abruptly stops.
Yep, you snicker at the situation, that was your Kentaro.
Hi love, can I request Feitan with the prompt “Why is there a deer in the room?”. THIS PROMPT IS TOO FUNNY TO PASS UP HAGATATHAHA
BRO OFC I GOTCHU BRO I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE
Feitan Portor [crack]:
22. “Why is there a deer in the room?”
Word Count: 550 words
Warnings: One mention of death + implications of murder
Summary: Feitan receives a rather odd birthday gift.
Feitan trudges his way to the front door of your shared home after a long day of work. Today was like every other day, nothing of significance worth remembering. As he approaches the door to unlock it, he hears an unusual amount of shuffling on the other side. Maybe he’s hearing things after Franklyn used his nen ability so many times today, but Feitan could've just sworn he heard you giggling over there.
Heaving a large sigh, he pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger while opening the door with his eyes closed.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY FEI!” You jump out of nowhere and yell as you welcome him home.
If this was any other day the man would have snapped and made you his next torture victim, but you’re lucky he’s in a mediocre mood. Black and red party streamers covering the ceiling like a spider web, the big blue banner with the words ‘Happy Birthday!’ displayed on it, and the confetti, oh god the confetti. The entire floor of the living room had suddenly disappeared from the amount of confetti scattered on top.
The troupe member can’t admit that he wasn’t surprised, “it’s not my birthday. And I’m not cleaning this up” he said in a monotone voice.
“I know,” you laugh at his remark, “but you never told me your birthday either. So I decided it was gonna be today! Look I even got you cake from that one bakery and-”
“Tch,” he let out a sound, “whatever,” he interrupts you and starts to head to his room. It’s become a routine for him to do that. Right after his return from work, he would go to his room and clean up his sword. The secret to its durability is the hours of maintenance Feitan puts into it.
You try to hold in a laugh for what’s about to come as you bid him goodbye. Not even five minutes later, his bedroom door opens and Feitan drags his feet back to the living room.
“Y/N,” is all he says with a tired glare.
Your cheeks puff up from trying to hold in a snicker, “Yes Fei? Would you like some cake now?”
He rolls his eyes, “Y/N, why is there a deer in the room?”
And that was enough to make you snap, falling onto the ground and holding your stomach, the entire room is filled by sounds of you struggling to breathe from laughing so hard. The short little gremlin looks down at your figure, unamused.
“Is this supposed to be funny,” he attempts to bring you out of your fit.
“Of course it is! I think I did a pretty good job,” you praise yourself, wiping away a tear from your eye as your stomach starts to become sore from laughing. “Do you like it? Phinks was nice enough to find this dude who let us borrow a deer.”
“Borrow?” Feitan asked with a worried tone, “we have to return that thing?”
You stood up and straightened out your clothes, “well, I mean, yeah. Did you think we were gonna keep it? We can’t just have a living deer in the house.”
He widens his eyes and avoids your gaze as he quietly asks, “what about a dead deer then?”
Hey, bub. Can I also request something for Killua with the prompt 23? Thanks a bunch! Hope you're having a good day/night and stay healthy! ❤️
Hihi babie!! I am staying very healthy thank you so much <3 I hope you’re doing just as well and here’s your request luv ALSO its unnecessarily angsty I’m so sorry for that adjkfhhd
Killua Zoldyck [mostly angst + a hint of fluff]:
23. “Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?“
Word count: 707 words
Warnings: Reader goes through a panic attack
Summary: Killua knows exactly how to calm you down.
Method number one: Breathe.
You kept telling yourself. The same word everyone kept telling you when your body went through another panic attack. It was never particularly triggered by something, but had proven itself to be intense when you’re under intense stress.
As your lungs continue to struggle to take longer breaths, your chest tightens up, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
How did I even get here?
Hands shaky, you lean your head back to rest onto the wooden door of the washroom. The cold from the marble tiles creeping its way up onto your body that was currently sitting on the floor, the tap turned on full blast to drown out the sounds of your sniffles from outside, you try to ease your mind a little.
Method number two: Focus on something. Focus on something in the room.
When method number one had proven itself to be ineffective this time around, you were forced to consult method number two. Eyes frantically screening across the confined space to find something, anything to divert all your attention on, you stop at a used up bar of soap resting on the edge of the bathtub. The soap bar looked like it’d been through a lot, maybe even more than you have.
You try to focus on the item sitting on the other side of the room, you really do, but with all the noise going on outside on the other side of the door, you find breathing quicken again.
Method two didn’t even work.
You honestly had no idea what was going on at this point, the voices in the other room sounding familiar, but not enough for you to actually pinpoint who it was.
The room began to feel like it was closing in again, your stomach twisting within itself, the tears that once sat on the corners of your eyes making their way down your cheeks. As you fall into the pit of panic you know too well, a knock on the door stops time.
“Y/N?” You hear a whisper from the other side of the door.
Who’s voice is that again? You ask yourself. It was definitely someone you knew. You knew everyone in this building, that was for sure, but in your current state of mind, everyone seemed to be complete strangers again.
“It’s Killua,” the same voice continues, as if reading your mind, “can I come in?”
“Um. I-” You try to explain why you were in the washroom for so long but choke on your words.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he says with a softened tone, “take your time. What’s going on in there?”
“I- It’s happening again.”
“Okay,” he understood what you meant by that, “I’m gonna need you to open the door would that be alright?”
Killua knew what you were going through, everyone did. They were all supportive of you to the ends of the Earth, but no one was really able to calm you down as well as Killua can. No one really knew why, not even you two.
“Okay,” you whisper to yourself. Gently grabbing the handle with a shaky hand, you use what feels like all your strength to turn the knob and creak open the door.
The white haired boy skillfully makes his way into the room, turning off the tap to step in front of you and sitting down as you close the door and lean back onto it once more. Killua looks at you and your distressed state. His heart can’t help but break at the sight of his friend like this. Someone who he looks up to so dearly, who always prioritized others in front of themselves. You’re such a kind soul, and you did not deserve to go through all this.
“Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?”
You lift your head to meet his gaze. There it was. The familiar look on his face of concentration and empathy whenever you were having an episode.
“I don’t-” you try to listen to his words, "I don’t know what happened.”
Killua grabs your shaky hands and runs his thumb over your knuckles.
“It’s okay,” he whispers, "it’s okay. That doesn’t matter right now. Just focus on me, I’m right here.”
