An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Kid gritted his teeth. "We need to find a cure." Killer cackled. "There is no cure!" he wheezed. "You ever— You ever heard of a Devil Fruit user that's been cured? Fat chance!" "I don't need you to swim!" Kid roared. "I don't need you to be able to swim! Hell, I don’t even need you to stop laughing!" His jaw ached from how hard he was clenching. Killer kept laughing, wheezing as he fell back on the bed and continued with no end in sight, but at least he wasn’t hurting himself anymore. Kid lowered his head, and his voice. "I just need you to be okay again,” he said, though Killer was laughing too much to hear.
Kid still doesn't know the full story of what happened to Killer in Wano, but whatever it was, it was making his new condition worse.
Rated M for blood and violence.
Content warnings: self-harm, on a separate occasion mild gore, meltdowns.
Post-Wano Killer, through Kid’s POV. Can be read as platonic or romantic.












