"best friends!"

"oh, you can just use mine." HXH

- killua coming back from skating with gon to see his friend, _____, doing some home baking. 739 words.

warnings: slight yandere actions, food, blood mentions, knives, the words "slit/slits"

headcanons mentioned: skater!killua, brief trans!gon
reader info: baker!reader, teenager (older), he/they pronouns
nen type: briefly transmutation

"oh, you can just use mine."

The subtle smell of fresh bread floated through the rented house. A (e/c) eyed teenager nodded their head to the music that played through the kitchen, their (s/c) hands folding the powdered dough on the countertop.

A white haired boy slides into the room as if on a skateboard... because he was. He went in and out of the kitchen for a moment, taking in his surroundings as the sunshine glared off his blue helmet. The blue shorts he wore rocked with his hips, swinging to the music as he searched through the fridge. He wrapped his arms around the shoulders of the younger baker. The teenager smiled at him in surprise.

"Oh, hey Kil! I didn't know you got back." The boy hummed, squeezing them in a hug.

"Just got back. Kurapika said it was time for Gon to take off his binder. Did you know that Leorio is a really awful skater?" The baker laughed, even though they felt kind of bad. As they folded the dough, Killua started to skate around the kitchen. Backwards and forwards, as if it was nothing. He twirled past the mentioned business man, Kurapika already putting bandaids on some of the scratches on his left leg, before hopping onto in the indoor swing in the living room and sliding his skateboard into a corner, along with his helmet. "Whatcha doing today?"

"Making some bread and tea. Want some?" He nodded calmly, kicking back and forth, starting to swing.

Minutes go by with Killua's light humming and the older, quietly focusing his nen into the dough like he was back in water training, as the slightly injured boys lightly argued every other minute or so. _____ pulled apart some bread, ready to make the slits in the dough, but looked around long enough for the white-haired skater to be concerned.

"_____? What're you looking for?"

"My knife. I need to make those slits in the bread."

"Oh." He hopped off the swing, the white socks he wore falling slightly, and hopped over to confused teen. He reached into his pocket, pulling a knife with spots of dried but fresh blood covering the tip. "Um, you can just use mine."

The older's (s/c) skinned hands lightly pressed on the tip, nervously laughing, and turning his generous offer down. Really, no one can touch that knife but Killua, Gon, and _____. It's not like they were super close or anything, they were just friends. Killua would say as close as Gon and him, but maybe a bit more.

"I'd love to but, I don't think anyone else likes unknown blood... or blood in general in their bread." Killua makes a frown for a second, then shrugs, pocketing his knife again.

After searching for a new, clean knife, putting the slits in the bread and baking it, the teenagers relaxed together, waiting for the timer to go off. Cleaning Killua's knife, seeing the younger's skateboarding skills, and playing music, somewhat annoying the business man with their loud laughter. The white spring wound timer sounded off, spooking the young ex-assassin into dropping his phone on the counter.

The older teenager pulled the bread out of the oven, with oven mitts of course (but Killua had to tell them that, as they almost forgot), and the two took deep but soft breaths in. The blue eyed boy hummed happily, resting his head on his hands, as Kurapika walked into the kitchen, papers in his light toned hands. He took his own smell of the fresh bread and made a soft, subtle smile in their direction.

"I see someone's been baking again."

"Yeah. Wanna try some?" They said, taking a piece off the side on a fork. Kurapika was about to lean in to try it before seeing the shine of a knife in his peripheral vision. He held his hand out to politely deline, feeling the knife go down behind him.

"Um, I have some work to return to. Just making sure the chaotic ones of the house weren't burning things." _____ shrugged, offering some to Killua as the remaining Kurta left, who happily accepted.

"Woah.. this is actually good."

"You say that like you're surprised. You love my baking."

"I never said love." Killua zapped their side lightly, a faint embarrassed look in his eyes; making the older's (e/c) eyes close in a half apologetic smile. "But, maybe like is closer."

"As long as it's edible."

- fully got this idea from a different book i was going to do but didn't :/,, also! requests are open right now! please give me your ideas on the new request page <3