【2】Killua Zoldyck

"Sissy" — that nickname had stuck with you ever since you met Killua.
Why "Sissy"?
Simply because whenever something trivial happened, you'd complain. You'd whine about little things: getting your clothes dirty, seeing an ugly bug, cutting your finger. Sometimes Killua even wondered: if you were such a clean freak and sissy, why did you become a Hunter if you couldn't handle such "hardships"?

The day was slowly drawing to a close. Today had been quite eventful, full of adventures, and you were both exhausted.
Collapsing onto the green grass, you let out a quiet sigh. Your body finally got the rest it deserved. A pleasant fatigue ached in every muscle.
— Tired, sissy? Killua's voice came.
You opened one eye. He was standing over you, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
— Tired,you admitted honestly.— Aren't you?
— I'm not as much of a sissy as you.
You snorted.
— Sure, sure.
He sat down on the grass beside you.
You sat in silence, watching the sunset sky. Somewhere in the distance, birds sang, the wind rustled the leaves, and the fatigue slowly began to fade.
You looked at Killua. He was sitting relaxed, leaning back on his hands, staring into the distance.
And like an artist who suddenly finds inspiration, a funny idea popped into your head.
Weighing the pros and cons, you decided to go for it — otherwise, you wouldn't be able to sleep for the next few nights.
— Killua, you called.
— Hm?
— You know what I noticed today?
— What?
— You're very sensitive to touch, you declared with complete confidence.
— What makes you say that? Killua frowned. He didn't seem to share your enthusiasm.
— You'll see.
Without another word, you reached out and ran your fingers through his white hair.
Killua froze. His body tensed instantly, and his eyes widened. Who would have thought you'd have the audacity to do that?
You kept stroking him, slowly and gently, like you would a cat.