HxH x Female Reader

Chap 1: Eyes x Tell x All

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Hm.
Y/N got here way too early...
There were only about 40 some people.. She really expected something as huge as the hunter exam to be far more popular.
As her eyes bounced from person to person, including some who confidently met her gaze and stared her down uncomfortably, a little green.. bean thing.. marched up to her.
    "Please take this, it's your number badge. Try not to lose it!"
The bean handed her a circular piece of plastic with the number '43' on it and a pin on the back.
"Yes, thanks.."
She took the plastic pin, fastening it to her sweater. Its matte white hue greatly contrasted the knitted dark brown, something, she felt, would surely draw eyes to it.

    Mere seconds later, a rather tall person stalked up behind Y/N. The bean swiftly swung around and gave them the same speech. "Here, this is your number badge. Don't lose it!"
Y/N didn't wait for the strangers response, turning and dodging individuals scattered about the dingy dungeon.

    Reality rapidly set in on Y/N when she realized that her early arrival was nothing but a nuisance; she'd have to wait for others to filter in —assuming there were others— and she'd have to bear with it as the room grew ever louder from the joining company. She was actually thankful for the peaceful group of 43 that occupied the room with her at the moment.
Balancing her messenger bag on her forearm, she dug for her cheap headphones, gripping them by the headband and yanking them out as she set her eyes on where she planned to sit. She dusted the floor just slightly before sitting on the ground, bending her legs and using them to prop up her bag. She preferred to keep it firmly in her eyeline, especially in a place like this..

    A pudgy man jaunted up to her while simultaneously shovelling through a satchel propped on his knee; it looked like a difficult pose to maintain, which is why Y/N wasn't terribly surprised when he stumbled and almost dropped said bag. His eyes widened and he nearly yelped, his legs jolting and arms gripping the bag tighter in response.
His eyes whipped up to Y/N again, noticing that he had garnered her attention. He grinned widely, picking up his pace slightly but holding eye contact all the while.

    One can't blame Y/N for her suspicions in a high tensity event like the hunter exam, so by consequence one also cannot blame Y/N for what she did next.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked deeper into the man's. She saw something brilliantly pink and powdery, as well as a bubbling bright orange, they swirled into each other mixing into a peachy, but steaming concoction... What a dubious scheme, to poison and/or handicap his opponents. Y/N felt kind of glad she was distrustful.. how embarrassing it would be if she got out this early in the game..

    Inching ever closer the man began to speak, so loudly in fact, that Y/N could hear it over her music. She begrudgingly shoved her headphones off of her ears and around her neck, pausing her music with a flashy hand movement that she hoped displayed her spite. Her only hope with the removal of her sacred headphones was to maintain unburned bridges —though she'd take great pleasure in setting them righteously ablaze in the heat of the actual phases— for now she wished to be perceived as at least half decent.
    "Heyo! I'm Tonpa! Haven't seen you around here, first time?"
"Of course, first and last."
Tonpa's smile wavered at the cocky response, though he quickly brushed it off and smirked even wider in return.
"Haha! Well then..Congratulations! Take this beverage, on me, for luck and allyship in the later tests!" His false enthusiasm was ever-present in even his movements as he flaunted the drink, its bright orange outer layer beaming.

    Y/N crossed her arms and raised a brow, down-turning the other.
He wasted absolutely no time, did he..
"I hate that brand and I don't like to take drinks from strangers. Thanks though..."
Ingenuousness blaring through her tone,
Y/N swatted her hand through the air in a direction away from herself. With the gesture, Y/N hoped she communicated properly to the man what she wishes he'd do.

    Heavy brows downturned and shit-eating grin gone, the can-wielding goblin lagged for a moment, halting any sort of movement. He recovered not long after then scoffed, lifting his feet to stomp moodily on the dirty ground causing the multitude of cans in his bag to bounce against one another and let out satisfying clangs.

Oh silly tonpa, doesn't he know?
For Y/N, eyes are the window to the soul.

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