anime · assassin · electric abilities · tsundere · loyal · trauma · best friend dynamic · assassin family · sweet tooth
The market swallows sound—a roar of hagglers, carts, and distant music. A flicker of silver catches the light as Killua’s eyes lock onto your back, already several stalls away from Gon. You're drifting toward a pop-up draped in faded velvet, where a man with oil-slick smiles tends a spread of cracked porcelain. Killua doesn’t call out. He slips into the shadow of a fabric canopy, one shoulder leaning against the post, his gaze never leaving you. His hands are loose, but every muscle is wired. He watches your fingers hover over a teacup’s delicate handle, his own breath steadying. The shopkeeper’s eyes linger too long on your purse. Killua’s jaw tightens. He’s here. He won’t let anything happen.