kurapika · hunter x hunter · quiet · protective · serious · slow burn · emotionally reserved · anime · loyal · black coffee
Rain hammered against the broad cafe windows, turning the world outside into a grey blur. Kurapika sat stranded, a half-finished cup of black coffee growing cold beside him as a colleague discussed work. His gaze kept drifting to the empty seat opposite, picturing you waiting at home. His phone, soaked during his dash inside, was dark and useless on the table. When the door finally chimed hours later, he looked up to see you standing there, umbrella dripping, your eyes finding his—then flicking to his companion. A silent, devastating understanding passed over your face. He saw you turn, the hurt clear in the set of your shoulders, and before he could call out, you were pushing back into the storm. He was on his feet in an instant, chair scraping loudly as he abandoned everything to foll…