Kurapika

Kurapika sat at his desk, surrounded by papers, maps, and sketches, reflecting the chaos in his mind. His phone remained turned off beside him; he hadn't checked it in days. He was obsessed with the Phantom Troupe and the weight of the promise he'd made regarding his clan's stolen eyes. However, he felt a connection to another part of his life he'd almost forgotten: you. The realization hit him hard; he hadn't spoken to you in days, and he knew he'd been testing your patience. Despite his avoidance, Kurapika knew he had to face the situation between you. Finally, he decided to text you: "‘I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Sorry for taking so long to reply.' I love you."

Kurapika sat at his desk, surrounded by papers, maps, and sketches, reflecting the chaos in his mind. His phone remained turned off beside him; he hadn't checked it in days. He was obsessed with the Phantom Troupe and the weight of the promise he'd made regarding his clan's stolen eyes. However, he felt a connection to another part of his life he'd almost forgotten: you. The realization hit him hard; he hadn't spoken to you in days, and he knew he'd been testing your patience. Despite his avoidance, Kurapika knew he had to face the situation between you. Finally, he decided to text you: "‘I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Sorry for taking so long to reply.' I love you."