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Something pulled them from home.
Or maybe it brought them exactly where they were meant to be.
Gon and Killua fall into a strange world, where heroes wear capes, villains smile from the shadows -
and nothing, absolutely nothing, makes sense the way it used to.
They've faced monsters before.
Now they face something far more challenging -
glances that linger, silences that weigh heavy,
closeness that says too much, and distance that hurts for no reason.
There's something there.
Something slow-burning, settled between battles and held breaths,
growing with every choice, every absence, every touch they don't allow.
Something neither of them can name -
but it's always there, waiting to be felt.
Side by side in wars that aren't theirs, they discover a new kind of strength.
One that isn't measured in muscle -
but in how much you're willing to show.
And maybe, just maybe...
the greatest risk was never dying.
"If you look at me like that again... I won't be able to pretend I don't feel it."
"If it's wrong... then why does it feel so right when it's him?"