-Heart Split in Three-

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y/n entered the guest room as quickly as possible and closed the door behind her with a sigh, but did not lock it.

She did not find it necessary to introduce herself to those two strangers who were not so strangers. She had known them for years now; she knew that they were Chrollo's classmates and that once a week they would gather at the home of one of the three to spend time together.

She didn't know their names, but she knew other things about them.

She knew the red-haired boy was a real storm. Often it was Chrollo who made the decisions for the group, but there wasn't once that the redhead didn't have his say.

While the other boy was calmer. He was reserved and looked mature.
y/n had only heard his voice a couple of times, and both times it wasn't directed at her.
He was certainly someone who did not open up easily to others.

She also knew that they weren't the only friends Chrollo had, but they were the ones he was most fond of.

Once, without knowing they were there, she opened the door to Chrollo's room and found them making out on Chrollo's bed.
She had never talked about that episode with anyone.
Besides, she didn't care what relationship those two had, it was enough that it didn't include Chrollo.

Wasting no time, she took off her shirt and threw it somewhere on the floor. She positioned herself in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection, wondering if Chrollo found her attractive.

Did he look at her differently because she was a girl or did he see her exactly like the rest of his friends? She couldn't have known.

Gently, she put her hands behind her back and removed her bra, shedding it as she had done with her shirt, then looked back at herself in the mirror.

In her mind she hoped that Chrollo would enter the room at that very moment. Who knows how he would have reacted to seeing her like this, as he had never seen her before.

When they went to the beach together she never caught him looking at her, but she had never seen him look at the other girls either so she didn't have much to complain about.

She slipped her right hand to her left hip and squeezed it as she moved her left hand over her breast, imagining it was Chrollo's hand.
She couldn't imagine anyone else touching her like that but him.

She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, pretending it was Chrollo's chest, before slowly starting to play with one of her nipples, unable to hold back her moans.

But part of her was telling her that something was wrong. It wasn't like the other times.
She felt observed.

She slowly opened her eyes in fear that Chrollo had really entered the room.
Unfortunately for her - or luckily- it wasn't Chrollo.

Hisoka was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed in front of his chest and looking at her as if he had waited a long time for her to notice him.

y/n felt like she could go on fire because of the embarrassment.

But Hisoka didn't seem surprised or bothered; he looked at her with a mischievous smile on his lips. As if he were used to witnessing such scenes.

When, after a few seconds, the feeling of embarrassment was starting to fade, y/n ran to find her bra and pulled it over her chest to cover her breasts.

Hisoka's smile widened at that gesture.

«Do you need help to put it on?» he asked nonchalantly.

y/n frowned and shook her head firmly.

«Get out of here now!» she yelled at him, letting the anger she was feeling take the place of the previous embarrassment.

What she was doing in there was none of his business, how did he dare to invade her privacy like that?

«No,» she heard him reply curtly.

«What do you mean, no?» she snapped again.

«Chrollo sent me to warn you that the movie is starting and you have to hurry,» he explained as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

«You could have knocked at the door!»

«I did. But you were too busy touching your breasts in a sensual way to notice».

y/n was about to explode.

«Well, at least get out so I can change and join you...»

«I'm not leaving this room without you. I have to make sure you don't start masturbating and forget about the movie. Or, if you prefer, I can give you a hand or two. I don't really want to watch the movie the be honest».

What an asshole.

y/n sighed slowly, closing her eyes to calm down, but when she opened them Hisoka was already out of the room.

The girl blinked a few times and looked around to make sure Hisoka hadn't just switched places, maybe he was looking for a better angle to stare at her like a maniac.

Instead he was just gone.

After a few seconds of hesitation, y/n took her pajamas from the chair and quickly slipped it on.

Now she had no doubts why Hisoka had that reputation at school.

She had never met such a jerk.