𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐋 𝘬. 𝘻𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘺𝘤𝘬

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 & 𝗯𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗹𝘀

killua pov

killua gulps, his throat growing dry. "y-y/n?" he repeats in disbelief. 

the person in front of him raises their eyebrow. "yeah ... that's my name. why do you sound so surprised - i'm sure it's a common name."

he completely ignores y/n's second sentence as he clears his throat aggressively and stumbles over his words before finally saying, "can i have your number?"

y/n laughs sarcastically before looking him dead in the eye, a bored yet disgusted look on her face. "excuse me? no."

oh. 

he watches her walk away.

she didn't recognize him.

god, that hurt. he didn't know why - he had no reason to be hurt by her words. y/n doesn't even know what he looks like, and probably doesn't even remember his voice. after all, why would she? she had nothing to gain by it, only everything to lose. yet still, why did it hurt so much?

oh, right. it was because he was in love with her. no,
scratch that. he is in love with her.

y/n pov

"leorio! leorio, listen to me. you've got to try the blueberry bagel with strawberry cream cheese. trust me; it actually is really good." i clasp my hands together, begging for leorio to try. 

"ew, gross, no." leorio makes a face. "are you crazy? that sounds disgusting. those two fruits, mixed together? ew."

"i hate you."

"you'll love me tomorrow," he replies, waving his hand dismissively. 

"plus, you live with me," he adds, while taking a bite of his sesame bagel. 

"see, this is why no one likes you. you're so bland, with your sesame bagel." i poke his arm, before starting to joke around, putting a hand on my chest and outstretching my other one. "unlike me, who has suitors falling to their feet around me."

leorio looks down before snorting. "yeah, alright. the only things around your feet are my gorgeous sesame seeds."

"fuck you."

"we're related."

"currently killing myself."

"you won't."

"you're my thirteenth reason."

"yeah, i bet i am."

i groan in annoyance before slumping down onto leorio's couch. "okay, not to like, disturb this nice little atmosphere we have here, but i need to be real. what am i going to do about the phantom troupe? because i really -"

leorio puts his hand out and i pause, shifting so my eyes and body face him. "let me at least finish this sesame bagel before we start this conversation."