HxH x Male Reader (on hiatus, sorry :[ )

Chap 1: Eyes x Tell x All

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Hm.
M/N got here way too early...
There were only about 40 some people.. he really expected something as huge as the hunter exam to be far more popular.
As his eyes bounced from person to person, including some who confidently met his gaze and stared him down uncomfortably, a little green.. bean thing.. marched up to him.
    "Please take this, it's your number badge. Try not to lose it!"
The bean handed him a circular piece of plastic with the number '43' on it and a pin on the back.
"Yes, thanks.."
He took the plastic pin, fastening it to his sweater. Its matte white hue greatly contrasted the knitted dark brown, something, he felt, would surely draw eyes to it.

    Mere seconds later, a rather tall person stalked up behind M/N. The bean swiftly swung around and gave them the same speech. "Here, this is your number badge. Don't lose it!"
M/N didn't wait for the strangers response, turning and dodging individuals scattered about the dingy dungeon.

    Reality rapidly set in on M/N when he realized that his early arrival was nothing but a nuisance; he'd have to wait for others to filter in —assuming there were others— and he'd have to bear with it as the room grew ever louder from the joining company. He was actually thankful for the peaceful group of 43 that occupied the room with him at the moment.
Balancing his messenger bag on his forearm, he dug for his cheap headphones, gripping them by the headband and yanking them out as he set his eyes on where he planned to sit. He dusted the floor just slightly before sitting on the ground, bending his legs and using them to prop up his bag. He preferred to keep it firmly in his eyeline, especially in a place like this..

    A pudgy man jaunted up to him while simultaneously shovelling through a satchel propped on his knee; it looked like a difficult pose to maintain, which is why M/N wasn't terribly surprised when he stumbled and almost dropped said bag. His eyes widened and he nearly yelped, his legs jolting and arms gripping the bag tighter in response.
His eyes whipped up to M/N again, noticing that he had garnered his attention. He grinned widely, picking up his pace slightly but holding eye contact all the while.

    One can't blame M/N for his suspicions in a high tensity event like the hunter exam, so by consequence one also cannot blame M/N for what he did next.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked deeper into the man's. He saw something brilliantly pink and powdery, as well as a bubbling bright orange, they swirled into each other mixing into a peachy, but steaming concoction... What a dubious scheme, to poison and/or handicap his opponents. M/N felt kind of glad he was distrustful.. how embarrassing it would be if he got out this early in the game..

    Inching ever closer the man began to speak, so loudly in fact, that M/N could hear it over his music. He begrudgingly shoved his headphones off of his ears and around his neck, pausing his music with a flashy hand movement that he hoped displayed his spite. His only hope with the removal of his sacred headphones was to maintain unburned bridges —though he'd take great pleasure in setting them righteously ablaze in the heat of the actual phases— for now he wished to be perceived as at least half decent.
    "Heyo! I'm Tonpa! Haven't seen you around here, first time?"
"Of course, first and last."
Tonpa's smile wavered at the cocky response, though he quickly brushed it off and smirked even wider in return.
"Haha! Well then..Congratulations! Take this beverage, on me, for luck and allyship in the later tests!" His false enthusiasm was ever-present in even his movements as he flaunted the drink, its bright orange outer layer beaming.

    M/N crossed his arms and raised a brow, down-turning the other.
He wasted absolutely no time, did he..
"I hate that brand and I don't like to take drinks from strangers. Thanks though..."
Ingenuousness blaring through his tone,
M/N swatted his hand through the air in a direction away from himself. With the gesture, M/N hoped he communicated properly to the man what he wishes he'd do.

    Heavy brows downturned and shit-eating grin gone, the can-wielding goblin lagged for a moment, halting any sort of movement. He recovered not long after then scoffed, lifting his feet to stomp moodily on the dirty ground causing the multitude of cans in his bag to bounce against one another and let out satisfying clangs.

Oh silly tonpa, doesn't he know?
For M/N, eyes are the window to the soul.

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