Breaking The Chains (Kurapika x Reader)

6 years Later

I'm not the only one that thought he was kinda hot, right?

6 years later

Y/N POV

"Y/n! Pack it up! We are done for today."

"Okay then! See you tomorrow, sensei," I yell back in response.

"I told you to call me by my name! You know I feel old when you call me sensei. I'm only- wait im.not about to tell you how old I am. Never mind that, do I have to spell my name out for you? I-z-u-n-a-v-i! Forget it. You want to get lunch with me?

"Huh? Oh. Oh! Izunavi! I didn't know you liked younger women," I said in a teasing tone, while batting my eyelashes. I put my arm around his neck and pulled him close.

"Not like that, kid! That's disturbing and illegal in so many ways. I meant, do you want to go get something to eat with me. You know because I'm assuming we are both hungry after today's training. I swear your dirty mind can be credited to whatever you spend hours doing on your phone. Seriously though, do you want to go get lunch? Because I'm going to go buy something with or without you," he said, inching away from me quickly. Apparently not quickly enough because I immediately looped my arm around his and responded with an excited hum. When he gently shoved me off of him, I settled for walking beside him.

I was in no way romantically attracted to Izunavi. I just love to mess with him, and he also knows I'm kidding. Izunavi may be my mentor, but I consider him my best friend. Although our relationship doesn't really give me any advantage when we spar. My back still hurts from when he slammed me to the ground. Count on me to always make friends with people older than me. I chuckle at the thought. In all my life I had only managed to make four friends. All which were older than me. Well...all except him. Thinking about him stirred a melancholy feeling in me. If I'm being honest with myself, I actually don't know if I ever met him or if he was a figment of my imagination. Whenever I think about it I remind myself that I could've imagined the entire situation. I could have very well crafted this boy and everything I saw in my imagination. I highly doubt I did make it all up. It seems too real. I can't deny that the effect it had on me is enough evidence, as is.

"Hey, kid. You okay?"

"Hmm? Oh. Yeah, I'm fine"

"Oh. You just seemed a bit down, I guess. It's probably because I bested you in almost every match. Anyways we're here. Let's go in," he said, beginning to walk inside before I could refute his statement. I quickly followed after, and to my surprise the restaurant seemed fancy. I look down at my appearance and notice that I was only wearing after training clothes. The outfit consisted of an old t-shirt and some jeans. I was hardly wearing clothes fancy enough for an establishment this classy. I never really acknowledge my appearance, but sometimes I do get a little self conscious that I've never seemed to 'fit in'.

A waiter leads us to a booth near the back and hands us menus. As she turns around she "accidentally" drops some straws and bends down, a bit too long for it to be casual, to pick them up. At this point I was used to women, and sometimes even men, trying to catch the attention of Izunavi. He was quite good looking, but honestly to me he looked like a tired father. That was probably due to the fact that since he was my mentor I viewed him as the father figure I didn't have, or maybe because I've seen him while he looks very...unpleasant. I scoffed at the waitress's desperate actions. For all she knew me and Izunavi could have been on a date! As if! Wait...hehe.