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A few hours had passed since Kurapika and (F/n) were invited into Hisoka's home, but now Hisoka was gone. Saying something along the lines of making sure no one had followed them. Whatever it was, (F/n) hadn't really been listening, instead, she was focusing on going through the kitchen to find something to make a meal out of. With Hisoka's permission of course.

After a good five minutes, she settled on the prepackaged ramen bowls.

"How are you feeling?" She asks, glancing over at Kurapika. Sure, he wasn't healed, but hopefully, the medication that Hisoka had given him would help.

She fills the electric kettle with water and turns it on. "A bit better," Kurapika bluntly states as he leans further into the couch, "and tired, honestly. Proper sleep would do me some good right about now." He rubs his eyes as the complaint falls from his lips, but (F/n) shakes her head in disagreement. "You need to eat first, it's been a while since you've eaten something."

She sits on the empty space beside him and crosses her legs under her. "Then I promise you can sleep as much as you need." She gives him a kind smile and looks at him with those eyes that made his chest warm, but he returns the smile and her gaze lingers for just a second longer before she looks away.

The two of them sit in silence, causing the blond to pick at the skin along his fingernails. It could have been minutes or hours, however long it was, it was making him nervous. He couldn't help but glance over at her every few moments and he kept noticing little details he hadn't before.

Like how there was a faint scar that traveled from the underside of her jaw to the side of her neck, and the freckle that rested behind her right ear. It was so small and easily missed, but he saw it anyway and found himself staring at the place again. He noticed how it looked like a tiny heart and he found himself smiling.

He realized then that his mind had wandered a bit too far when he caught (F/n) staring back at him. "Everything alright?" She asked, bringing his attention back to reality. "Yeah, I'm fine." "Okay," she said softly. They were silent for another minute before (F/n) leaned forward slightly and placed her hand on top of his own. When their hands touched, the air in the room seemed to shift. It felt- right.

"Don't pick, it'll scar your fingers." (F/n) said. Her thumb rubbed circles into the back of his hand, and he found his breath catching as she slowly brought his hand up to her lips and kissed it lightly. "What did you say?" He asked, feeling shivers run along his body. What had possessed her to do that? "You have pretty hands, don't pick at them."

His cheeks were burning and he wanted to melt into the couch but she reached forward and tucked his hair behind his ears, and his eyes fluttered closed involuntarily. "What's the matter?" (F/n) whispered, leaning closer and tilting her head to one side when she noticed his burning cheeks.

"It's nothing," he insisted, attempting to avoid eye contact with her. "I was just... thinking." He admitted, his voice soft. "You're so pretty." He didn't really mean to say it aloud, but when he witnessed (F/n)'s reaction, Kurapika was glad he did.

Her mouth fell open slightly, and her (e/c) eyes widened for only a moment before she smiled widely, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, trying to hide her breathy laugh. 

"Thank you very much," she says with a slight nod of the head, "I think you're quite pretty yourself.'

Kurapika had a very different reaction. His face burned with red and he attempted to hide behind the collar of his shirt, allowing his bangs to cover his eyes, and he avoided any eye contact, but he let out a small, "thank you." (F/n) couldn't help but keep smiling. Maybe he wasn't used to being complimented like that? Because every time she did, she would get a similar reaction. Not that she minded, no. If anything, she enjoyed watching him get flustered.

The timer for the kettle goes off, startling the pair. "Oh, yeah," (F/n) says as she lightly pats Kurapika's shoulder. "It'll be done soon."

With that, (F/n) walks back to the kitchen, humming to herself, and prepares the ramen.