One shots [HXH/Naruto etc,literally any anime ]

Hisoka x F! Y/N

"Bitter Aftertaste"

A quiet town nestled in the hills. Far from the chaos of the cities, far from the violence of hunters and assassins, was a small, simple bakery. The scent of freshly baked bread and sweets filled the air, spilling out from the open windows of a modest shop on the corner of an old cobblestone street.

Y/n Hart, the owner, worked in peaceful solitude. She had always been a quiet soul, finding joy in the warmth of the oven and the soft smiles of her customers. It was a humble life, but she loved it.

Until the day he came.

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Hisoka had been in the middle of a fight when their worlds first collided. It was a typical brawl for him, a mercenary job that involved wiping out some small-time thugs who had made the mistake of challenging him. The cobblestones were slick with blood, and Hisoka's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as his opponent's body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

It was then that he noticed her. The girl from the bakery.

She hadn't run. She hadn't screamed or looked away, as most people did when faced with the sight of death. Instead, she stood just outside her small shop, her hands clasped together, her brow creased not with fear, but with... concern?

Hisoka's grin faded into confusion as she stepped forward. "Are you... hurt?" Her voice was soft, steady, as if the violence she had just witnessed hadn't phased her.

Hisoka tilted his head, curious. "Hurt?" He glanced down at himself, noticing the blood on his sleeve. Not his own. His smile returned, though it was less playful than usual. "I suppose not."

But Y/n didn't back away. She gestured toward her shop. "Would you like to come inside? I was just about to make some tea... and I've got fresh bread cooling."

Hisoka blinked. Tea? Bread? He had never met someone so oblivious. Or so fearless.

For reasons he couldn't explain, he followed her inside. The little bell above the door chimed as she led him to a small table in the back. Her shop was quaint, filled with shelves of pastries, cakes, and loaves of bread. The air was warm and sweet, a stark contrast to the blood-soaked street outside.

Y/n moved with an easy grace, offering him a plate of freshly baked bread and a steaming cup of tea. Hisoka watched her carefully, expecting some trick, some hidden motive. But there was none. She simply smiled, her eyes soft, kind, and utterly unafraid.

"You're not... scared of me?" Hisoka finally asked, his voice low, almost testing her.

She shook her head. "I've seen a lot of things in this world that are scarier than you."

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From that day on, Hisoka returned to the bakery often. He didn't know why. He wasn't drawn to the sweetness of her pastries or the calm of her small shop-he wasn't someone who indulged in peaceful things. But something about Y/n kept pulling him back.

At first, it was curiosity. Why didn't she fear him? Why did she treat him with such kindness, even after seeing what he was capable of?

But over time, it became more than that. Hisoka began to enjoy their talks. They spoke of everything-life, death, dreams, the future. She was a simple girl with no grand ambitions, yet her outlook on life was unlike anything he had ever encountered.

She made him feel... human. And that was something Hisoka didn't quite know how to handle.

He fell for her, though he never said it aloud. It wasn't in his nature to express love, not in the traditional sense. But there were moments-small, quiet moments-when they sat together in the fading light of the evening, sipping tea, when he felt something unfamiliar bloom in his chest.

She was a mystery to him, and perhaps that's why he loved her.

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But even as Hisoka fell deeper into whatever this was, he failed to notice the cracks forming beneath Y/n's kind surface. She always smiled, always laughed softly at his dark jokes, always offered him warmth in a world that had none. But there were moments-fleeting, almost imperceptible-when her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. Moments when her hands trembled just a little too much as she handed him a cup of tea.

One evening, as they sat in the quiet of her shop, Y/n told him something that should have raised alarms in his heart.

"I think I'm in love," she said softly, her voice almost too quiet to hear.

Hisoka felt something cold twist in his stomach. He didn't ask who. He didn't have to. He could see it in her eyes-this wasn't about him. It never had been.

Hisoka forced a smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Love, hm?" he murmured, his voice dripping with his usual teasing tone. "How boring."

But something inside him cracked, something dark and twisted that he didn't want to acknowledge. He was silent for the rest of the evening, watching her, wondering how she could look so happy when he could see the flicker of pain deep in her gaze.

He didn't ask about it. He didn't push.

And that was his mistake.

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Weeks passed, and Y/n continued to smile. But behind the kindness, Hisoka began to notice the changes-the way she seemed tired, the bruises she tried to hide beneath her sleeves, the way her laughter seemed more forced than before.

But by the time he understood what was happening, it was too late.

One night, Hisoka arrived at the bakery, expecting the usual quiet conversation, the usual tea and bread. But the shop was dark. The door was unlocked, swinging gently in the wind.

He stepped inside, his heart pounding for reasons he couldn't explain. There was no light. No warmth.

And then he saw her.

Y/n was lying on the floor, her delicate hands stained with her own blood, a letter crumpled beside her.

Hisoka's breath caught in his throat, an unfamiliar sensation clawing at his chest-panic. He knelt beside her, his hands trembling as he lifted her limp body. Her face was pale, her lips parted in a final breath.

She was gone.

The letter told him everything. The man she had loved, the one she had tried so hard to hide from Hisoka, had been cruel. He had taken her kindness, her love, and twisted it into something dark. She had been hurting for so long, and Hisoka, blinded by his own feelings, had never seen it. He had failed her.

She had killed herself. And he was too late to stop it.

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Hisoka's mind was consumed with rage, guilt, and something else he couldn't name. He hunted down the man responsible, the one who had taken Y/n's light and crushed it. The one who had turned her kindness into pain.

And when Hisoka found him, he didn't just kill him. He made him suffer. Hisoka's revenge was slow, brutal, and filled with the kind of darkness that Y/n had once tried to pull him away from.

But no matter how much blood he spilled, no matter how many screams he wrung from the man's throat, it didn't bring her back. It didn't make the guilt go away. It didn't fill the void she had left behind.

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Years later, when Hisoka met Gon Freecss, something stirred in him. That same light, that same kindness, shone in Gon's eyes. It was the same look Y/n
had given him so many times-the same light she had carried before it was snuffed out.

But this time, Hisoka wouldn't let it go unnoticed. He wouldn't make the same mistake again.

He would test Gon. Push him. Break him, if he had to. And if Gon wasn't strong enough, then so be it. Hisoka would destroy him, just like the world had destroyed Y/n.

But no one-no one-would be allowed to hurt those kind eyes. Not like before.

If anyone was going to take that light away, it would be him.

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The End

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