𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 , 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐀 𝘬. 𝘻𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘺𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝟭𝟱. 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘀

𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

modern! au

KILLUA POV

home life isn't always the best. it's toxic and unforgiving, and it constantly feels like a trap. as if i'm slowly sinking down and i can't get out and people are jeering and laughing at me from up above.

maybe there are different ways to cope with this. in books i've read, they've talked about going to talk to someone. someone you trust. but who is there i can trust? to be simple, there's no one. everyone always leaves at some point, whether it be that they feel like i'm 'drifting away from them' or other reasons. even gon left ...

he was my best friend. until he got into that car crash with this drunken woman. i don't think i'd ever felt as lowly as i had when i learned the news. apparently, this woman is now in jail. pitou. thank god. but gon's still in that coma. and there's nothing i can do about it. nothing. nothing. NOTHING.

that word is constantly stuck in my head, replaying in a sick loop as i walk down the sidewalk, away from my house.

loose pebbles and rocks are on the path and i kick them out of the way, playing with them. my hands reside in my pockets and my eyes are cast across the ground.

suddenly, i find myself in front of a children's park. the ground is littered with broken wood chips and in the middle of the vast place are many playgrounds, ranging from large slides, swings, climbing courses, and monkey bars.

i can't find the energy to walk anywhere else anymore, so i slowly trod over to the swings. sitting down softly, i swing my legs in an attempt to get higher. i soon do, and i'm soaring through the cold, refreshing night air. a small smile graces my lips, when i hear someone talk.

"i swear to god, if you fall off, i'm not going to help you," a feminine-like voice cuts through the air and into my ears.

i start to slow down, and when i'm close enough to the ground, i jump off, landing on my feet. my hand whips out and grabs the swing, making it stop. my eyes fall upon the person who had told me that.

piercing (e/c) eyes meet mine and (h/c) hair flows in the wind. she gives me a lopsided grin and waves. "hey."

"hi."

she giggles at my words for some odd reason. "y'know," she says. "you didn't have to get off. i just meant that if you fell, since you were really high, i wouldn't help you."

"now," i say softly. "isn't that rude?"

she shrugs, grabbing the swing next to mine and hopping on. she starts to swing her legs. "yep."

i get on too and start swinging my legs. we stay on the swings in a comfortable silence, until she breaks it. "so, why'd you come here?"

"i snuck out. found myself here, i guess," i respond. "you?"

"to look at the stars. they're always so pretty, especially up here in the mountains. there isn't that much light pollution up here, so the stars are still visible."

i look up and i see what she's talking about. the sky is set ablaze with beautiful, sparkling stars that twinkle at every moment. i glance at the girl and see her staring up at them. moonlight shines down on her gracefully, illuminating her face.

i turn back up to the sky. silently, we watch the stars together. time passes until we're both sitting on the swings but not moving.

"so," i ask. "what time do you think it is?" i look at her.

she slips her phone out of her back pocket. the blue light emitting from her phone makes her face glow. i watch as her eyes widen. "oh shit, it's four o'clock am. shit, shit, shit. i need to go back." she turns to me, smiling. "say, wanna meet here again tomorrow?"

i laugh, surprising myself. "actually, yeah. i'd like that."

"great! i'm y/n."

"killua."