Killua Zoldyck

"I'm not a baby anymore," Killua snaps, pulling his arm away. "Stop treating me like one."

He doesn't need you to take care of every little cut he gets. You make him look weak. You treat him like he's made of porcelain, knowing there's only rot beneath his skin. Killua is your little brother, sure, but the Zoldycks aren't your normal family.

He knows everyone thinks you're weak because of your soft heart.