Reason [BNHA x HxH!Reader]

[x.2] Special

For as long as you could remember, you were an orphan. Born in a town far away, your parents had allegedly come to Whale Island to drop you off and abandon you, not wanting to deal with the burdens of a child. You were just an infant, you couldn't remember a single thing about your parents.

But you remembered Aunt Mito, you remembered Grandma, and you remembered Gon, ever since you could remember. From what Mito had told you, she had found you abandoned on the road early in the morning one day and took you home. Two years later, and Gon had also appeared, your new baby "brother". Sure, you weren't related by blood, but those three were the closest to family you ever had. You grew up alongside Gon, and while other kids would sometimes tease the both of you for not having "real" parents, you were never bothered.

Aunt Mito, Grandma, Gon - they were all you needed.

Growing up as a child on a remote island surrounded by vast sea had an impact on your life and skills. You and Gon were the "wild childs" of the island, always getting into some kind of trouble without meaning to. You both did good recklessly, without any thoughts for yourselves, and learned quickly the ways of the island, how to survive in the deep forest. You became adept at distinguishing plants from each other, learning about wild animal calls and tracks and nature's own warning signs. Your intuition was honed in, as was your strength and constitution from such a harsh and volatile life. Sure, you always had home to go back to, but each day was a new adventure of exploring the jungle and learning new things.

Then came Kite. He was a peculiar man. You and Gon had been playing around as usual and had accidentally wandered into the territory of a mother foxbear and her cub. If it weren't for Kite saving you both and killing the mother, you and Gon would have surely died, or at least been seriously wounded. After getting a proper scolding from Kite as he had killed a living being to save your dumb asses, you and Gon had sworn up and down that you would raise the cub. It was then Kite recognized the two of you - well, Gon, not you - and explained that his dad wasn't dead, but was a hunter.

From then on, Gon was obsessed with becoming a hunter. You didn't share the same view as him - in your opinion, Ging was a terrible father. What kind of parent abandons their kid?! For certain, if your positions were swapped, you'd have no interest in finding your parents unless it was to ask them what the fuck they were thinking when they abandoned you.

Not Gon, though. Ever the ray of sunshine, he was determined to become a hunter to be just like his dad, whatever that meant. Hopefully he wouldn't have a child just to abandon it either.

Having spent your entire life by Gon, you couldn't imagine spending time without him. While it wasn't your life goal to become a hunter like Gon, you had immediately promised Aunt Mito to stick by Gon's side to protect him no matter what. Besides... Well, you were curious to see the outside world and embark on new adventures!

The trials for the Hunter Exam were rough, but in the end worth it. You had made a couple new friends, and had gotten even stronger than anticipated. Sure, there were hiccups along the way, but you never had realized just how big and beautiful the world actually was until you had the chance to travel it, not to mention you were getting a real knack for fighting!

Eventually, though, you separated from Gon. Bidding him farewell and good luck as he embarked to the infamous Heavens' Arena, you went back home to Aunt Mito to fill her in, and then went to go find your own mentor in the desert (and, honestly, you'd rather not remember that scraggly, fashion-catastrophe of a man. I mean, seriously, sparkly, pink, zebra print suits in the middle of the fucking desert?!).

In the end, though no matter what you went off to do, you always found your way back to Gon. Perhaps you were a bit over-protective of him, but you couldn't help but want to fill in that big sister role, to be the person he always looked up to.

Just how was he faring now with you gone and no clue on when he would ever see you again?

. . .

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair, eyes thoughtful. In what should have been an intense "coming up with special moves" session for the sport's festival turned out to be a trip down memory land, reminiscing your past. It was strange. You felt like you had changed so much, maybe too much, but still felt the same. You felt stunted, as if all of your potential had dried up. It was a stupid thought, you weren't even an adult yet, how could you lose your potential? Nonetheless, though, the thought gnawed at the back of your mind, burrowing deep and causing anxiety to bloom in your brain.

Huffing, you slapped your cheeks lightly, trying to bring yourself back to the present as you looked down at your notebook filled with scribbles, half written in Japanese and the other written in your native language, creating some weird, monstrous amalgamation that nobody but you could probably understand. Oh well. It wasn't like you were planning on sharing your notes to begin with.

Crossing out some unintelligible words, you scrutinized the little graph you drew that was tracking your progress each and every day. Despite having been resting for the past couple hours, being homesick and trying to come up with a better plan, you were still gross and sweaty from training so hard earlier today. You honestly think you perfected your best move, although it seemed to almost drain you completely of energy once it wore off. Despite holding it up for a few minutes, your limbs protested violently every time you moved, soreness permeating throughout you. It may have a short timer, but you could work on that. What counted was that it was your trump card, like that red mushroom in that one video game you like to play.

Stretching your arms above you and popping your shoulders, you glanced at the clock on the wall. Immediately, you winced. When did it become so late?

It was time for bed. With the sport's festival being tomorrow, you needed all the sleep you could get - after all, you were aiming for nothing less than first place, and you'd need to be in top shape to attempt that, especially with competitors like Katsuki and Shouto.

Taking a quick shower and changing into pajamas, you towel dried your hair carefully before glancing out the window, sighing wistfully at the twinkling lights that decorated your view. The city, despite it being nighttime, was as lively as ever, causing another pang of homesickness to resonate through you. If you just focused on the city lights, and the stars in the sky, you could almost pretend that you were back in York New City, sharing your hotel room with your old family. Especially Gon. Was he worried? Was he searching for you?

Gon... Please be with me and give me strength tomorrow... I miss you.