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ꜰʀɪᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ/ 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘂𝗮 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
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"I'm home!"
I shut the door and walk to the living room seeing Killua sitting on the couch. He ignored me, he didn't even take a small glance at me like he always does.
I felt bothered by the fact he didn't respond or look at me. It was such an unusual behaviour from him.
Killua was so focused on the TV even tho it was turned of. I placed my hand onto his shoulder to which his head immediately turned to me.
"is something wrong, Killua?"
Killua hesitated at first but shook his head and said no. Of course, I didn't believe a thing he was saying and looked at him with a concerned face.
He quickly noticed and smiled, "y/n y/n don't worry"
"then why were you so paralysed?"
"..because...there aren't any chocolate robots anymore"
"oh", I leaned closer to Killua, our bodies almost touching and..
grabbed the remote of course.
I turned on the TV only to see the news.
'dead bodies-'
skip
'today the casino-'
skip
"wait what was that last channel?", Killua quickly said and snapped the remote out of my hand
"news, probably something boring again", I said and waited for Killua to change the channel to something more interesting but he stayed on the channel with the news.
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frick you/ killua x reader
Hayran Kurguthis exists due to my boredom cover isn't mine!!------- ꜰʀɪᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ/ 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘂𝗮 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ---𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: ⇢ strong language ⇢suicidal actions ⇢selfharm------- ------------------- -'ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ y/n' 'why killua?' -'because you...