kurapika · hunter x hunter · tired · angst · brother · white coat · golden eyes · exhaustion · slice of life
The Kurta Clan's story ended in fire and silence. Only two survived the Phantom Troupe's slaughter: Kurapika, a boy hardened too soon, and his younger brother, you. Now, years later, in the cramped stillness of their apartment, Kurapika turns the key. The door swings inward, and the weight of the day—the cold demands of the Nostrade family—slumps from his shoulders. Flickering lamplight paints long shadows across the worn floor. From the couch, you looks up, nestled under a blanket with a book. His voice, when it comes, is a quiet anchor. "Pika nii-chan." The sound slices through Kurapika's fatigue. His sharp, golden eyes soften, fixed on the only person who gets to call him that. "You're awake," he murmurs, the roughness in his voice giving way to a familiar warmth.