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Hisoka x Reader: Fight For Your Life

Top!Hisoka

Author: Actual_Angel (on ao3) 

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"Tell me, do I frighten you, (Y/N)? Is that why you're trembling now?" He knew the answer. Bastard probably got off on the fact that you were scared of him.

His words were nearly whispered and sultry, almost as if each was carefully chosen to push you over the edge, like he knew exactly what needed to be said to make you putty in his hands. No...no you couldn't give in that easy. He liked a challenge.

He slammed his hands on the wall beside your head, caging you in. You flinched from the sudden movement, letting out a squeak of surprise. You knew that if you tried to run, he'd put you right back in your place. There was no escape...but maybe you didn't want to.

With him so close, you couldn't focus on anything else. His masculine aroma that drew you in closer, his yellow eyes that glinted with mischief, and his sharp jawline that could cut right through you, all of it was overwhelming. He was strong, so goddamn strong that you couldn't believe you ever thought you could beat him. It was the lilt of his voice that finally forced you to make your choice.

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You had seen him around heaven's arena from time to time, the man with flaming red hair. Though you hadn't gotten the chance to talk to him directly, whenever he was close you could feel the power oozing off of him. He was terrifying...but so fascinating too. You wanted to fight him, wanted to see what he's made of, but you also wanted to run from him and never look back.

It's not that you thought you could beat him, oh no. That man had years of experience on you, that much was obvious. Even so, you had managed to improve leaps and bounds within a surprisingly short amount of time. With four wins and no defeats, someone was bound to notice. You didn't care to challenge a floor master in the future for the fame or bragging rights; you just wanted to get stronger, wanted to be able to defend yourself and those you care about. That's all.

You wandered the halls of the 220th floor, intending to head back to your room after your fight today. The guy you defeated hadn't challenged you like you wanted him to. He only left you aching for more. You desperately needed a challenge and you could only think of one person who truly interested you. Hisoka.

"I watched your fight today," an all too familiar voice said from beside you. You had been so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn't even notice him standing there. "It was almost too easy for you, wasn't it?"

Hisoka leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest, smirking as he usually did. You were so surprised to see him that you nearly missed what he said. He had been watching you fight? But why? Why would he pay attention to someone like you?

"I guess," you shrugged, unsure of how to respond. You did your best to keep your cool, but as soon as he pushed off the wall, your breathing hitched. In an instant, he closed the distance between the two of you.

"I'd like to fight you." Behind those yellow eyes, excitement was clear as day. "What do you say?"

Was he really being serious? He wanted to fight you out of everyone else here? Well, you weren't going to look a gift horse in the mouth and you doubted he'd let you say no anyway.

"Sure." You'd be lying if you said you weren't scared out of your mind, but you were excited too. This might be your only chance to fight him.

"You pick the day." With that, he wandered off.

This was it. You were really gonna do this. If you wanted to even stand a chance, you'd have to train your butt off.

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