Silence

~Chapter 4~

"The hell are you looking at?"

His roommate muttered, shooting a glare at him over his shoulder as he was hunched over his desk. Killua was mostly healed by now, save for his mending humerus. The pain was nothing though, he'd gotten pretty used to the aches. It was rather strange to feel completely void of pain. After he'd unwillingly returned home two years ago, the majority of his training was focused on honing his body and its movements rather than his Nen. He was pretty much in constant pain due to training. Killua stared at Katsuki with a huff, typing into his phone. It was pretty inconvenient that he had to type down whatever he wanted to say, but text-to-speech was better than communicating through Morse code. Mostly because normal people can't translate it that fast. "You." A voice echoed from his phone. Katsuki's eye twitched, turning his head to look at Killua fully. "You know what I meant extra!"

Killua peered at the paper Katsuki was drawing on, raising an eyebrow at him. He doesn't seem like an artsy guy, but he's spent the last ten minutes drawing. The blonde scoffed, turning back to what he was doing. "The U.A entrance exam is in three weeks. I need to design my hero costume. Of course, a loser like you wouldn't understand." He said snidely, continuing to sketch with his pencil. A hero costume? It had taken him a while to get used to the concept of heroes and villains, but he was starting to get a hang of the new laws and rules around here. "It looks bland." Katsuki's 'hero costume' looked like a hot mess. A Low cut black sleeveless top, baggy pants held up by a green belt, some knee guards, and comically large grenade gauntlet-looking things as well as a mask covering the top of his face.

"THE HELL DID YOU SAY?"

Killua ignored Katsuki's outrage, eyes narrowing at the concept. That might be fun to try and fix. All the hero stuff seemed kind of childish and naive to him, but he'd let his new roommate have his dream. "It needs some flare. Let me fix it." Katsuki yanked the pencil away from him as he tried to grab it, feeble bloodlust emanating from him in his fury. "You're lucky that old hag won't let me hit you." The last time the angry blonde had laid a hand on him Mitsuki had put him in his place rather quickly. Killua let out a chuckle, typing into his phone again. "As if you could." Katsuki grabbed the front of his shirt roughly and yanked him closer, glaring at him from a few inches away. "You're really getting on my damn nerves." He growled.

Killua didn't break eye contact, a blank expression on his face. This brat didn't intimidate him. Killua's lack of emotion made Katsuki hesitate, hand going slack and releasing his shirt. "Get out of my room." He muttered, turning away from Killua with a scowl. Killua shrugged, he'd had enough fun antagonizing Katsuki for the day. As he was about to leave though, he typed one last thing into his phone. "That costume would look better with a flare on the mask and a neck guard." Katsuki didn't respond as he closed the door on his way out, wandering down the hallway. Man, I'm kind of hungry. I wonder what Masaru's making for dinner.

He scrolled to his texts and began to type, his preferred way to communicate. 'Hey Masaru what's for dinner?' Killua continued to stroll slowly down the hallway, staring at his phone. After a few moments, there was a ding as Masaru replied. 'I was going to make some yakisoba. Interested?' Killua let out a hum, he'd never actually tried yakisoba before. 'Sure.' He finally reached the kitchen, peeking into the room curiously as Masaru stood at the stove. He made his presence known by stepping with purposefully audible steps, causing Masaru to glance back at him with a smile. "Hey there Killua. How're you feeling?" He asked kindly.

Killua smiled and walked over to stand beside him, finding that he rather enjoyed the man's company. "Ok." Masaru let out a sigh, looking down at his cooking utensils. "Killua, there's something I'd like to talk to you about." Killua glanced at him with a frown, that tone made him feel uneasy. Why does he sound so nervous? Is it possible he discovered my identity? "It's been two weeks since you've arrived here. And since you're almost fully healed now, I was thinking..." Killua glanced up at his face, tryng to read his expression. There didn't seem to be any fear in his eyes. Masaru turned to him, giving Killua an awkward smile. "Mitsuki and I have been talking, and..." He took a deep breath before continuing. "We've decided it would be best to send you to school."

Huh?

Killua blinked, enormously confused. That was what made Masaru so nervous to talk to him about? Weird. "Ok" Killua replied. Masaru let out a chuckle and ruffled Killua's hair. "Anyways." He said hurriedly, "Could you go tell Katsuki dinner's almost ready?" Killua let out a deep sigh and nodded, before making his way back out of the kitchen, brushing past Mitsuki on his way out. Why was he so nervous to tell me he was sending me to school? Killua wondered.

Is he hiding something from me?

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To Be Continued...

What do you think Masaru was trying to tell Killua? take your guesses!!