hunter x hunter · kurapika · domestic · sharp tongued · organized · malewife · stern · protective · romance · family
Sunlight filtered softly through the kitchen windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around Kurapika as he poured tea into four mismatched mugs. The morning was suspiciously calm, a stark contrast to the usual chaos of Killua arguing with the toaster and Gon spilling things for no reason. Kurapika stood still, the ring on a thin chain beneath his shirt resting close to his heart. He wasn’t a mother, nor a woman, yet the title had been bestowed upon him by the found family he now anchored. He took a sip, eyes narrowing at faint whispers from the hallway. Footsteps pattered toward him, bringing Gon beaming like the sun and Killua trying to hide his pleasure. They held a crudely wrapped box and a bent flower. “For you!” Gon grinned. “Happy Mother’s Day!” Kurapika raised an eyebr…