His Senpai [Killua x reader] REBOOT

Cat Out of the Box

[A/N: Hi! Thanks for the long wait. <3

You guys read Y/n's background right?

If not, please go back and read it.]

Third Person's P.O.V

He was never hers to begin with.

There wasn't a competition when she's not even a participant.

The world operated in black and white. Viewing things is always simple and clear for Y/n. A life of grey.

Even her feelings are sorted neatly.

A mere heartbreak could only be a bug in her robotic system—

Or so Y/n thought.

Day-13 after Killua and Retz's party...

Yet the perfect girl already functions in defect.

Merely living a single day exhausted her miserably, stemming from a understatement of her love.

"Another grocery." Y/n took the bag from her doorknob, knowing it's from Ryuji whom she secretly hoped it'd be Killua.

...

Getting herself home, the place looked hollow as the owner, so it was easy to distinguish the traces Killua has left.

Only his random stuffs would standout against her tedious furnitures.

Starting from her doorstep, a pair of his designer shoes was lost on her shoe-rack. Looking ahead of her was his hanged coat which she just noticed.

His weird chocorobot blanket suit lying on her couch.

The funny-looking cat body pillow.

Mangas on her bookshelves.

His gaming consoles.

The cacti he found cool and left it by her TV desk, and many more of his decor gifts and knickknacks were mostly found in her living room.

Storing her supplies, she realized her fridge and pantry would be empty if not for Killua's consistent restocking of foods and drinks.

Even his stylish mugs beside the normal ones had her hesitating for a cup of coffee.

"He won't be visiting ever— Doesn't sound right." She emptied her humidifier from the essential oil he gifted. "He made it look like he's the owner of this place. Why kick himself out?"

—

Treading to her bedroom, before she could even twist it  open, Y/n knew someone broke in.

Upon entering, she found a broken window and a piece of paper violently tacked by her closet.

She instantly caught the perpetrator just by a glance of its work— Specifically the huge pin.

Y/n phoned Illumi, glaring at the sloppy handwriting. "What do you mean surprise? Text me. Don't make a mess."

"Oh. Thought you might be missing your old days of action."

"Yeah. You got me excited for a second."

He laughed shortly. "Come home, Y/n."

"Threatening me at my own house-"

...

She sighs, dreading.

"Bad news isn't it?"

"You kinda fucked up. See you." He dropped the call.