WHY DO I LIKE HIM?? {Killua x(any gender)reader}

One: The day(*plays mha intro*)

I woke up to my alarm clock going off again.

"Ugh.." I groan, I reached for my phone and extend my finger for the snooze button. But I stoped. It's today. The day.

I very quietly and quickly pack a bag. It had all the things I needed to survive, alone.

Bandages, water, chocolate, chips and raw spaghetti noodles (to munch on), extra pare of clothes and a taser, etc.

I start to write a note to my mom; telling her how much I fucking hate her and said I'm leaving. But did not say when I was coming back.

Oh yea. I forgot to tell you, I'm sneaking out to do the hunter exam.

Mother, wouldn't let me do it since 'your bad at everything, your only gonna get yourself killed y/n, If y'a gonna try to get yourself killed, do it yourself. Don't go or I'll lock you I'm the basement for a month.' and shit like that.

Her punishments taught me how to go without eating for a whole 3 months without getting dizzy or sick like.

I only eat big meals once every month now since it's an habit. But I love snacking here and there.

The basement was my comfort area. I've been in there longer then I've ever been in my actual room. But I hated when she used to trow me down the stairs.

BUT-- there was not air conditioning in the basement. So I have a AMAZING heat tolerance, I learned when one night cooking dinner outside the wind was strong so I had used my body to protect the fire, that wasn't the best idea. As soon as I got the fire started I stood up but then lost balance by the wind and fell into the fire. It didn't even sting, but only left burn scar of my cheek. A small one if fact I cover it with sticker.

I also have a decent pain tolerance from all the 'mistakes' I've made. Like, over cooking the fish I made or not cleaning the couch every week.

I've taught myself how to use daggers, knifes, trowing darts, you name it. Because we were broke. Broke as hell. I had to hunt, by that I've also became stronger. I was able to hold my own against a wild boar over 200 pounds without a weapon.

And if your wondering about dad, he died when I was 2 and mom never healed I don't really blame her for hitting me but it hurt like shit. But as a grew older it hurt less.

Mother never really let me go outside as a child because she needed a fucking slave. I've only ever stayed on my island. Neeo Island(OC ISLAND) I couldn't really leave since I had to do all the house work.

But today that changes. I'm NEVER coming back.

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I get ready with a large black sweater with a white collar shirt under it. I put on some grey sweat pants, with a few smiley face stickers on my cheeks. I put on a beanie and gloves +boots and I was ready to leave the place. Forever.

I leaped out the window and dug up the saving that I've been saving 7 years old. It was hidden behind a tree with leaves that mark an 'X' on it so I dont forget which tree it's from. I check to see the sun appearing which mean that, it's now 6:10.

Right on time.

Over the years I knew the time of every boat. Every. Single. One. AND-- when they are occupied by guards and when there not.

I learned that between 6:10 and 6:30 is when the guards go to have breakfast in the main building. And 5:30 when a boat arrives at shore. Our island isn't the most popular but, it's not the most uncommon island out there.