IF YOU'RE A DIE-HARD KILLUA FANGIRL, THEN THIS IS FOR YOU.
*UNDER EDITING*
"You want me to continue on existing?!" Killua scoffed, shrugging her hand off. "To what? To play love story with you now?! (Y/n)... My life is a f*ckn anime!! Everything...
[A/N: Okay, so I'm borrowing that li'l girl's character in this fanfic ☝...I don't know her name so I'll have to create one for her, a nickname perhaps... Her current look goes like this 👇]
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(Y/n)'s P.O.V This is the worst... Why did my period choose to start right now? I've been really having a bad day-
Gon and I were currently buying pads...
Of course he's waiting by the counter. There's no need to literally accompany me in choosing this kind of stuffs— So awkward.
Seems like he's chatting with the owner of this store.
So much for hygiene. My panties feel icky, and I wanna change it badly again. T^T
The tissue I temporarily wrapped on it might leak it soon.
Thanks for aunt Mito buying me spare undies and everything- I'll treat her like a goddess from now on-
I grunted, then decided to grab a certain pack after browsing a row filled with pads.
"Ugh." Gon's lending me money even though I'm already a freeloader. I face-palmed in distress. I can't go on like this...
I need my own budget here when it comes to necessities ... Bringing money from my real world doesn't worth any here though.... Should I just get a job in this island?
So much problems..
Never mind my heart.
I need to get Killua's matter with Alluka done.
"Umm.. Are you okay miss?" A sweet, ginger haired, young girl came to approach me.
"Y...yeah.."
"Oh.. uum sorry for bothering you. I just can't help but get concerned with troubled customers.." She smiles.
"Aren't you like 12 to be working? Ah.. I see, you must be the owner's daughter." I tried to lighten my expression.
"Yes.. I must leave now, sorry for being random."
"..Nah.... Say... What look am I having right now?"
"To put it blunt... You look glum with swollen eyes and bags... It's like depression's written on your face." She shyly answers.
That went like an arrow through my poor feelings.
This mellow young girl, is surprisingly direct.
"Cheer up miss. Despite having a rough day, you still look pretty."
You... just described my disturbing face right now.. How's that pretty? I sweat-dropped.
"By the way.. Can I ask whose jacket is that?" She points on the green clothing around my waist.