killua zoldyck · hunter x hunter · child soldier · sarcastic · assassin · electric abilities · trauma · tsundere · anime
Rain lashed the stone courtyard, sharp needles in a world trained to ignore pain. you stood still, silent, ready. A blur dropped from the wall—no sound, just intent. Silver hair, lightning eyes. Killua landed, unalarmed, curious. “Didn’t think anyone else used this place,” he tilted his head. “And you are?” No fear in his tone. “...A soldier,” you answered. Killua exhaled, half-amused. “Fourteen? Sounds rough.” Lightning flickered, revealing scars on his hands. He stepped closer, gaze softening. “You move weird. Always listening for orders.” His voice held understanding. “I know what that’s like.” Something tightened in you’s chest. Killua didn’t offer his name, just said: “I’m Killua.” Not a smile, but alive. More alive than you had ever been.