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[fuzzyducktyphoon]

Killua x Mika x I will be romantic with you

Mika was sitting with Killua while they were watching a movie together...and the hero was kissing the fingertips of the heroine's hand, and this made Mika scream from the cuteness.

“Oh, this move is very nice.”

Mika says as she covers her mouth with her hands...

Killua sighed heavily, rolling his eyes at Mika's reaction.

"Of course you think it's nice, it's got all the cheesy romance stuff that you love so much."

He scoffed, not even trying to hide his annoyance with her.

"Could you please try and contain your squeals? It's giving me a headache,"

he grumbled, reaching over to turn up the volume on the TV in an attempt to drown out her squealing.

"Haha, of course, because you don't know anything about romance...even though I've been dating you for a year, you haven't done anything romantic with me,"

Mika says sarcastically as she eats popcorn...

"Yeah, well, I didn't realize it was that important to you,"

Killua replied, his tone slightly defensive.

"Besides, we've been busy with training and other stuff. Can't we just enjoy the movie without bringing up all this sappy nonsense?"

He took a swig of his soda, trying to ignore the comment about their relationship. Deep down, he knew Mika was right – he could have been more romantic with her – but he wasn't sure how to go about it. And honestly, he'd rather just focus on their goals and leave the mushy stuff out of it.

Mika is upset, but she does not say anything. She grabs an apple and a knife to peel it, but she makes a mistake and cuts her fingers, and they become asphalt.

“Damn.”

Mika is in pain and blood falls to the ground.

Killua turned to look at Mika, concern evident on his face as he saw her cut fingers.

"Hey, are you okay? You didn't hurt yourself too badly, did you?"

He asked, reaching out to touch her arm lightly.

"Here,"

he said, grabbing a napkin and handing it to her.

"Use this to wrap around your finger and press down on the wound. Maybe that'll stop the bleeding."

As he waited for her response, Killua couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Maybe he should have been more considerate of her feelings all this time...

But Mika ignores him and goes to the bathroom to wash the wound

Killua watched as Mika went to the bathroom, a frown tugging at his lips. He knew she was upset with him, but he didn't know how to make it better.

He sighed heavily and turned back to the TV, trying to distract himself from the tension in the air. But even with the noise of the movie filling his ears, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong between them.

Maybe after the movie, he could try talking to her about what was bothering her...if she wasn't still too mad at him for not being more romantic.

Killua decided to check on her. He went into the bathroom and found that Mika was washing the blood from her body, and he stood behind her

Killua's heart skipped a beat as he realized where Mika was. He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual.

"Um, you okay in there? Need any help?"

He didn't move from his spot behind her, feeling like an intruder but unable to bring himself to leave just yet. Part of him hoped that maybe this would be the moment for them to make up and start over fresh...but another part knew it wouldn't be that easy.

Mika shakes her head sarcastically

“Look, who decided to get romantic with me now?”

Mika answers.

Killua's face flushed red at Mika's sarcastic comment. He knew he had to say something, but the words caught in his throat.

"I-I didn't mean it like that,"

he stammered, wishing he could take back what he'd said.

He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair.

"Look, I'm sorry if I haven't been very considerate of your feelings lately. It's just...we've been so focused on training and our goals that I guess I forgot about other stuff."

There was another long pause before he finally continued.

"Would you maybe be willing to give me another chance? To try and be more romantic or whatever it is you want?"

She extended her wounded fingers to him,

"If I were dating a man other than you, he would have kissed my fingers and told me that everything was fine, but no, you're like a rock."

Killua's eyes widened at Mika's words, feeling a mix of surprise and...something else. Something warm spreading through his chest as he realized what she was saying.

He reached out and took her wounded hand in his, gently pressing his lips against the soft skin of her fingertips.

"I'm sorry,"

he murmured, feeling a rush of emotion he couldn't quite understand.

"I really am."

And then, without thinking too much about it, he pulled her close to him, their bodies pressed together from chest to hip. His heart was pounding erratically in his chest as he felt the heat of her skin against his own.

He wasn't sure what this meant for them or where they were going from here – all he knew was that right now, in this moment, he wanted nothing more than to be with her.

"What now? Are you going to cry?"

Mika teased him as she patted his back .

Killua smirked despite himself, shaking his head.

"No, not yet at least,"

he replied, his voice a deep rumble against her skin.

"But I might if you keep teasing me like that."

He moved his lips to the side of her neck, nibbling softly on her earlobe before pulling back to look her in the eyes.

"You really do make me crazy sometimes,"

he said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

There was a long pause as they simply stood there, looking at each other. And then, without another word, Killua leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, his hands sliding up her sides to rest on her shoulders.

He felt a shiver run down his spine as she moaned softly against his mouth, her body melting into his.

For a moment, everything else faded away – their worries, their goals, even the movie they were supposed to be watching. All that mattered was this feeling of blissful abandon, of being wrapped up in each other's arms and lost in a world of their own.

Mika breaks the kiss and laughs at him,

“I bet you learned that from the movie.”

She raises her eyebrows .

Killua grinned sheepishly as Mika broke the kiss, a blush tinting his cheeks.

"Maybe,"

he admitted, leaning down to nibble on her earlobe playfully.

"But I think you'll agree it was worth learning."

He pulled back and looked into her eyes, feeling a warmth spread through him at the thought of being with her like this. For so long, their relationship had been focused solely on training and achieving their goals – but now, finally, they were able to let go of that pressure and just enjoy each other's company.

"Thank you for giving me another chance,"

he said softly, running a hand down her cheek before pressing their lips together once more. This time, there was no teasing or hesitation – only a deep, passionate connection that left them both breathless when they finally pulled apart.

"Okay, but that doesn't mean I'll stop bothering you,"

Mika replied sarcastically .

Killua laughed softly at Mika's sarcasm, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close.

"I wouldn't want it any other way,"

he murmured into her ear, kissing the soft skin there.

For a moment, they simply stood there, basking in the afterglow of their kiss. And then, as if realizing where they were and what they were doing, they broke apart, both blushing deeply.

"We should probably finish watching the movie,"

Killua said with a small smile, holding out his hand for Mika to take.

"But don't worry – I'll be sure to show you some proper romance later."

Mika rolled her eyes at him, but she couldn't help but smile back. And as they walked back to the couch together, hand in hand, they both knew that this was just the beginning of something new – and incredibly exciting.

[fuzzyducktyphoon]

Killua x Mika x mixed feelings

Killua and Mika were now waiting for Gon in the metro. It was very cold. Mika was trying to warm up...

“Damn, it's so cold,”

she blows on her hands

Killua looked at Mika, shivering in the cold metro station. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance mixed with concern for her wellbeing.

"Here,"

he muttered, digging into his pocket and pulling out a hand warmer. Without looking at her, he held it out to her, not wanting to make contact with her any more than necessary.

"Take this,"

he said gruffly, his voice muffled by the scarf wrapped around his face.

"It should help."

“Oh, thanks,”

Mika says happily as she takes it from him .

Killua nodded curtly, looking away as he tried to avoid thinking about how close their hands had been for just a moment.

He could feel the heat from the hand warmer starting to seep through his gloves and into his skin, but it wasn't enough to fully thaw out the chill that seemed to have settled deep within him.

"So,"

he said finally, breaking the silence that had fallen between them.

"Do you think Gon will be alright? I hope he didn't get caught up in all this mess..."

“For God’s sake, Killua, he didn’t come back. An 18-year-old child will come now But I think you are the child here..”

She shook her head as she looked at the falling snow. She smiled, then took a handful of snow, balled it up, and threw it at Killua.

Killua flinched as the snowball hit him square in the chest, a small grunt of surprise escaping his lips. He stared at Mika for a moment before turning away with a huff, trying to brush off the remaining snow from his clothes.

"I'm not a child,"

he muttered under his breath, though whether it was meant for her or himself remained unclear.

"Hahaha, that's right, you're a naughty little kitten..."

She teases him and throws another snowball at his white hair.

Killua growled, whirling around to face Mika with a glare. The snow was starting to gather on his fur, making him look even more irritated than usual.

"Stop it,"

he snapped, raising a hand to ward off any further attacks from her.

Despite himself, he couldn't help but feel a small spark of amusement at their banter. It was the only time they seemed to truly connect, however tenuously. But as quickly as it had come, the moment passed, and he found himself once again lost in thought about Gon and their mission.

"Come on, Killua, haha. Are you afraid of a small snowball? Killua. Zoldyck is afraid of it, haha. Or maybe you want to play too?"

She stuck out her tongue at him childishly.

Killua rolled his eyes, trying not to smile in spite of himself. "Fine," he muttered, reaching down to scoop up a handful of snow from the ground. He formed it into a ball and hurled it back at Mika with all his might, aiming for her head this time.

There was a brief moment of satisfaction as he saw the surprise on her face before she too retaliated, turning their exchange into an impromptu snowball fight. For a few minutes, they both forgot about Gon and their mission, lost in the innocent, childish joy of simply being alive in that moment.

“Hahaha, Killua, wait, no, no.”

Killua paused mid-throw, a look of realization dawning on his face as he saw Mika's laughter. He quickly scooped up another handful of snow and formed it into a ball before rushing towards her. With surprising agility for someone so tall, he lifted her off the ground in one swift motion and carried her away from their makeshift battlefield.

"Here,"

he said gruffly, placing the snowball gently on her back where she couldn't reach it.

"I win."

“Hahaha, cheater,”

she laughs at him, hitting his shoulder lightly.

Killua rolled his eyes, though he couldn't help but smile as Mika continued to poke fun at him.

"Cheater or not,"

he said with a shrug,

"I still won."

He glanced around the station, taking in their surroundings for the first time since they had arrived. The snow was falling harder now, blanketing everything in a pristine white coat. Despite the cold, there was something almost magical about it all.

"Come on,"

he said suddenly, gesturing for her to follow him.

"Let's go find somewhere warm and dry before we freeze to death."

Mika follows him to a room inside one of the stations. Gon had sent a message and told them that he would return at midnight

Killua led Mika to a small room located off the main concourse of the metro station. It was dimly lit and warm, with a few worn-out chairs scattered around.

He motioned for her to sit down as he took a seat himself, pulling his scarf back to reveal his face for the first time in hours.

"Here,"

he said gruffly, holding out a thermal flask filled with hot water.

"Drink this."

Mika accepted it gratefully, taking a sip before passing it back to him. They sat in silence for a while, both lost in their thoughts about Gon and what might be happening to him outside in the snowstorm.

As the clock ticked closer to midnight, Killua's anxiety grew, his gaze constantly flickering towards the window. Finally, at the stroke of twelve, there was a jolt as the train arrived at their platform.

Killua shot Mika a warning look, his expression darkening as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. He knew it was Gon, but something about this whole situation didn't sit right with him.

"What happened?"

he demanded, standing up to confront his friend.

"Where have you been? Are you alright?"

Gon looked tired and worn out, but he managed a weak smile for Killua.

"I found what we were looking for,"

he said quietly, holding out a small metal object wrapped in cloth.

"But it wasn't easy."

Killua's eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the object in Gon's hand. It was a rare and valuable item, one that could change their fortunes forever. He reached out tentatively, careful not to damage it, and unwrapped the cloth cautiously.

"This is it?"

he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You found it?"

Gon nodded wearily, sinking down into one of the chairs with a sigh.

"It wasn't easy,"

he repeated, rubbing his eyes.

"But I managed to track it down."

Mika looked on curiously, clearly wondering what all the fuss was about. Killua didn't bother explaining; instead, he turned his attention back to Gon, a newfound respect for his friend growing within him. Despite everything, Gon had come through for them again.

"Okay, Gon, go to sleep. You're tired."

Mika patted Gon's back .

Killua watched as Mika gently urged Gon to get some rest, her tone soft and comforting. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at their closeness; it was something he had never experienced with anyone else before.

As much as he wanted to stay awake and keep watch over his friend, the exhaustion finally caught up to him, and he collapsed into one of the chairs himself. The warmth of the room lulled him into a fitful sleep, filled with dreams of snow and adventure.

When Killua awoke again, it was to the sound of footsteps outside in the hallway. He sat up quickly, reaching for his knife instinctively before realizing that it was just Mika returning from making sure everything was secure. She smiled tiredly at him, a flash of relief crossing her face when she saw that he was okay.

"Are you okay Killua?"

Mika said as she approached him. They were alone in the hallway

Killua nodded, pushing his tousled hair out of his face.

"Yeah,"

he said gruffly, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

"Just tired."

Mika hesitated for a moment before reaching out to touch his arm gently.

"You're worried about Gon, aren't you?"

she asked softly.

He looked away, unable to meet her gaze.

"A little,"

he admitted in a low voice.

"But he'll be fine. He always is."

Mika sighed, understanding all too well the fear that gripped Killua whenever they were separated from each other. She knew that deep down, he cared for Gon as much as she did.

"Let's go check on him,"

she said finally, leading the way back into their makeshift room.

Gon was still sleeping peacefully when they arrived, his breathing steady and even. Mika let out a sigh of relief, but Killua remained tense until his friend finally stirred awake a few minutes later.

But Gon was fine and went back to sleep...Killua and Mika now had only one bed...Mika said sheepishly,

"Uh...well, should we sleep in the same bed?"

Mika said sheepishly.

Killua glanced at Mika, a look of surprise crossing his face.

"What?"

he asked, taken aback by her suggestion.

Mika blushed, looking anywhere but at him.

"Well,"

she stammered,

"It's cold outside and we only have one bed...and Gon is already asleep..."

For a moment, Killua was lost in thought. Despite everything that had happened between them, they were still stuck together on this mission. And with only one bed available...

"Fine,"

he muttered finally, crawling into the other chair to make room for her on the narrow bed. He tried not to think about how close their bodies would be or how it might feel to have someone else beside him after so long alone.

As Mika climbed into the bed, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. This was uncharted territory for both of them, but somehow they had managed to find themselves here anyway.

The sounds of snow against the window and their uneven breathing filled the silence as they drifted off to sleep, unaware of what tomorrow might bring.

Killua and Mika slept in the same bed...Mika had fallen asleep, but Killua remained awake, staring at her while she was sleeping..

Killua stared at Mika in the dim light of the room, her features softened by sleep. He couldn't help but notice how young she looked when she wasn't trying to provoke him or pretend otherwise.

Despite everything that had happened between them, there was still an undeniable attraction there. Killua knew he shouldn't feel this way about someone like Mika, but he couldn't seem to control his own thoughts and feelings anymore.

As he watched her breathe slowly, a plan began to formulate in his mind. Maybe it was time for things to change between them—for both of their sakes. After all, they were stuck together on this mission, whether they liked it or not.

Softly, almost unconsciously, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face, reveling in the gentle warmth of her skin against his fingertips. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he closed his eyes, finally drifting off to sleep with Mika in his arms.

Killua awoke to the sound of snow against the window and a warm, contented feeling in his chest. For a moment, he couldn't remember where he was or what had happened. Then it all came rushing back—the mission, Gon, Mika...

He glanced down at her sleeping form nestled against him, her cheek pressed against his bare chest. Despite everything that had happened between them, there was something undeniably comforting about having someone else beside him for once.

With a sigh, he gently disentangled himself from Mika's sleeping form, careful not to wake her. He dressed quickly, grabbing their belongings before tiptoeing out into the hallway.

As he waited for Mika to wake up, Killua found himself lost in thought. Maybe this trip would be different than all the others���maybe they could finally put aside their differences and work together as true partners should. After all, they were stronger when they stood united against whatever challenges lay ahead.

Killua had his hands in his pockets as he smoked a cigarette while watching the snow.

“Didn’t I tell you not to smoke, Killua? It’s harmful,”

Gon said, patting her on the back.

Killua started at the sound of Gon's voice, nearly dropping his cigarette in surprise. He turned to face him, a look of mixed emotions crossing his features.

"What are you doing up so early?"

he asked, his tone somewhere between irritation and relief.

"I thought we were going to wait for Mika."

Gon shrugged, his expression softening slightly.

"I just wanted some air,"

he said simply.

"Besides, I figured it was only fair that someone keep an eye on our stuff while she slept."

Killua nodded, trying not to think about how close they had been last night or the way Gon had seemed to take care of them both. It was a strange feeling, but one that he couldn't quite shake off yet.

"Let's go wake her up then,"

he said finally, tossing his half-smoked cigarette aside and heading back inside.

“Mmmmm,”

Mika murmured as she slept. She was hugging the pillow with her legs, and her thigh was clearly visible in front of Killua and Gon.

Killua glanced at Mika as they approached the bed, trying not to stare too closely at her exposed leg. He cleared his throat, nudging Gon with his elbow discreetly.

"Hey,"

he said quietly,

"Let's wake her up."

Gon nodded, moving closer to the bed and gently shaking Mika's shoulder. She stirred, mumbling something incoherent before finally opening her eyes.

"What time is it?"

she asked groggily, blinking away the sleep from her eyes.

"It's almost noon,"

Killua replied shortly, avoiding her gaze.

"We should get going if we want to make any progress today."

Mika nodded, sitting up slowly and rubbing her eyes.

"Right,"

she said, looking around the room with a frown.

"I guess we should pack up then."

Killua and Gon exchanged looks, both of them hesitant to speak. They had shared more than they ever had before last night—a secret that bound them together in ways they couldn't quite understand yet.

As they continued on their journey, their bond only grew stronger. Despite all the obstacles they faced, they managed to overcome them together, relying on each other in ways they never thought possible.

And while there were still tensions between them at times, it was clear that something had changed forever between Killua, Mika, and Gon. A newfound respect for one another filled the air as they trekked through snowy mountains and dense forests, searching for clues about what lay ahead.

For now though, they focused on putting one foot in front of the other, grateful for each other's company as they ventured deeper into the unknown.