𝜗᭪ Kurapika Kurta

The only kurta had a problem with falling in love; while talking to any woman, his face remained serious, while his chest was a controversy of nervousness and frustration.

Although he remembers that his primary motivation is revenge against the Phantom Troupe, Kurapika tends to avoid conversations about couples or any woman who attracts him. A persistent fear of not being good enough for a relationship haunts him.

Will this virgin man ever know love?

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As he walked, his gaze was drawn to the scene: a diverse group of aspiring hunters gathered inside a long, narrow metal tunnel. The walls, clad in steel panels, reflected the cold, oppressive red light that streamed through the corridor. The dim illumination not only revealed the expectant faces of the figures but also intensified the sense of isolation, as if the outside world had been left behind.

His brow furrowed slightly, his gaze settling on a girl who stood out from all the others; with unusual clothing and a light aura around her, as if he were the only one who could see her.

Swallowing hard, he slowly approached, leaving his two friends behind, distracted by the commotion.

"Excuse me if I interrupted something in your world... Miss, but you have something shiny around you... what is it?"

He questioned, pausing in his steps, a hint of feigned concern hidden beneath his calm voice. And this time, his face remained neutral as he admired her more closely. She was lovely, with a pure delicacy. What would a beautiful lady be doing in this filthy place?

Although he maintained a steady distance from them, he felt too comfortable; just looking at her features more closely was very special to him. The fact that he didn't know her already made him feel so out of sorts.