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𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
notes : lmfao like always this is late but wtv im trying
pls dont take that too seriously im joking ily guys sm
anyways ;
modern! au + highschool! au
very ooc killua but wtv bc this is my book lmao
FIRST POV
"shit. shit shit shit. what in the peter pepper pickled peppers is this," i blanch, holding the file of papers in my hand. i sift through them quickly as i walk through the crowded and busy streets of new york.
finally, my hands grab the paper i was looking for. skimming it, my jaw drops.
you've got to be kidding me. i have to go through the subway to get to my high school class?
i sigh, slumping against my plain yellow manila folder, before making my way underground and into the subways.
buying a pass, i walk into the station. it's extremely crowded, with fast-paced people walking stiffly everywhere. i sniff in disdain at how uptight these people are before walking my way to my train.
the wall on the top of a random archway holds a long map. i look at it, soaking in the details, before finding my stop.
a fifteen minute subway ride. not bad, i muse, tapping my chin. slinging my backpack over my shoulder and adjusting it, i make my way to the subway station train E would pull in to.
after a few minutes of waiting, a train pulls up. the thin metal doors slide open smoothly and people walk out. after the doorway is completely clear, i rush in. thankfully, too. the door closes almost seconds after i stepped in.
finding an empty seat is almost too easy. the entire subway car is bare except for a male on the other end in a black hoodie. white tuffs of hair is peaking out of baseball cap and a black mask hangs loosely around his jaw. hmm. i wonder why he has a mask. whatever.
- NOT A CORONAVIRUS AU -
placing my backpack down, i sit in a seat and start to brush through my hair with a brush i have in my backpack. unfortunately, i hadn't been graced with the luxary of tons of time, so i had to do my hair in the subway.
after brushing my hair, i roughly run my hands through it then start a feeble attempt at trying to braid it.
several attempts pass by as i frustratedly try to braid my hair. every time though, it still ends up looking horrible.
"ugh!" i complain, slumping far back into the seat. "i give up."
a low laugh interrupts my venting. i whip my head to the side to see the male sit up. he takes off his hat and runs his hand through his lush hair. my eyes widen as they meet his.
"need help?" he asks in a voice that sounds about my age.
i raise an eyebrow. "no, thanks. mother told me to never trust strangers."
"you listen to your mother to that extent?" he questions.
"no," i laugh. "not particularly. i use it to ease my way out of uncomfortable or awkward conversations."
"oh, sorry! was i making you uncomfortable? i can take off my mask and hat, if you'd like. i'd just really, really like to braid your hair for you because you are, quite frankly, failing, and it's bothering me."
i huff, flushing red in embarrassment.
the boy takes off his hat and mask kindly, showing that he meant no ill will.
"now can i?"
"yeah," i huff again, rolling my eyes. "you can braid my hair!"
"finally, i thought you'd never allow me," he jokes. i chuckle, looking at him. "i'm y/n."
"killua," the blue-eyed boy responds, sitting in the seat next to me.
gently, he places his hands on my shoulders and swivels me around so that my back is facing him. with smooth hands, he starts to braid my hair.
"don't you dare cut off my hair," i warn.
"oh no," killua laughs. "i wouldn't dream of it."
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unedited . to be quite frank , this entire book is unedited . i'll edit it sometime , alrighty ?
