𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄

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AN: Happy Christmas/Happy Holidays!

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'She was stunningly beautiful.' Kurapika read aloud. 'In the room's light, her milky skin was aglow and tinged with red. Her limbs were frail but not as if from poverty. After the woman had left the room, she spoke with a slight accent.'

'OK, that's enough. Next up to read as Y/n.'

Y/n stood up, holding her book in her hands. Silence hung aroudn the room as Y/n trembled.

'OKAY, YEAH I KNOW! THERE'S NO POINT IN READING ALOUD! FINE THEN! READ IN SILENCE, ALL OF YA!'

Y/n was just too nervous to speak.

INSTANT REPLAY

The story thus far...

Y/n drove away vicious delinquents and became friends with Killua Zoldyck.

COMMUNICATION 12

ERRAND GIRL

It was lunch time and Killua was walking up towards Y/n's desk.

'Hiya, Y/n! Wanna eat lunch together?'

Y/n dropped her chopsticks in shock and stared straight at Killua.

Y/n was trembling. Too emotional because no one has ever asked her this before.

Killua was trembling becasue their eyes met Y/n's.

'You're still not over it, huh?' Kurapika said.

'Oh, why if it isn't Kurapika! Are you eating alone?'

Kurapika had choked on his sushi.

'Don't you know that food tastes better when you eat it with other people? That's why I eat with my friends! But what about you?'

Kurapika furrowed his eyebrows at Killua.

'Kurapika, you're such a pain. Well... wanna join us?'

'Huh?'

F L A S H B A C K T O R E T Z B E I N G A N A S T Y G I T

'Oh no, I'm fine, thanks.'

'Y/n, why did you want to be friends?'

'Do you want more friends?'

'What do you think of Kurapika?'

'What are your goals for the future?'

'What shampoo do you use?'

'That looks tasty! Did you make it yourself?'

'What music do you like? I like-'

More and more questions came flowing out of Killua's mouth. Y/n was overheating from too much of the chit-chat. Kurapika noticed and came to the rescue.

'Y/n wants to make a hundred friends.'

'Just a hundred? Why so few?!'

I SHOULD'VE NEVER TOLD KILLUA!

'Oh really?'

Killua's plotting something, I can feel it.

'Um... Y/n?'

Y/n tilted her head.

'I'm feeling... kind of thirsty...

Go to Starbucks and buy me a medium nonfat milk pistachio deep mocha dip cream Frappucino with chocolate sauce!

AND GOBS OF WHIPPED CREAM!'

Y/n got up and staggredly walked out of the classroom.

Kurapika aggressivly clasped Killua's face with both hands.

'KILLUA, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?'

'Don't worry, it isn't far.'

'THAT'S NOT THE ISSUE!'

'Oh Kurapika... You don't understand. This is for Y/n's own good. It hurts me more than it hurts her... ALRIGHT Y/N? I'D LIKE A MEDIUM-'

'Don't repeat it!'

'It'll be a practice talking to people! It's not like I actually WANT the drink!'

'But you're smiling!' Kurapika pointed dramatically.

'Stop loafing around and go with her... but on the sly!'

'Why aren't you going?!'

'Actually, I'm dreadfully busy. I promised to eat lunch with three other groups.' They had put his lunch box away, bringing out a second one. 'Every second counts!' Killua grabbed his bag and did a peace sign goodbye running to the next classroom.

'What is WITH you?!'