Queimalenta Stories

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?"