Cinderella
THEY ARE CUTE!
Zushi has a crush.
On his best friend's brother, someone who was also his friend when they were youngerā¦
Itās confusing. Learning Nen was much easier somehowā¦
He couldnāt ask master; it was much too embarrassingā¦ and besides, he'd probably bring up some statistic that would make all of Zushiās self-confidence plummet. He couldnāt ask masterās master; she was scaryā¦ Alluka is his best friend! Which makes it all the worse! But she had just teased him and told him probably way more info than Killua himself would ever want anyone to knowā¦ so now he feels a little guilty.
But that sad look in those deep blue eyes of hisā¦ itās like an ocean of sadness, and Zushi wants to see a smile against those pretty features like when they were youngerā¦
But heās no good. He doesnāt know what to say or doā¦ heās definitely not Alluka, who was the only person who could bring her brother out of a melancholy state, and heās not Gonā¦
Zushi doesnāt even know what happenedā¦ A-and he has no right to pry!
But he canāt think of what to do, so heās sulking at the punch table, fiddling around with a glass in his hands.
Killua hadnāt danced with a single person tonightā¦ s-so maybe!
Oh, come onā¦ whoās he kiddingā¦ it took him years to conquer Heavenās Arena; something like this seemsā¦
Zushi sighs out loud vehemently, placing the drink down and playing with his champagne-colored bowtie, bright against the pure white of his suit.
He doesnāt know how to danceā¦
Heāll just stay glued here, in this spot, until the party is over, he decides; until he sees Killua slowly move away from the edge of the balcony, clearly intending to leave.
H-heās got this!
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HE DOESNāT HAVE THIS!
Heās sweating buckets to the point he thinks his shoes must be flooding.
āO-OSU!ā
He tugs at the edge of his tux, swallowing thickly.
Itās not hard to sweat just in the presence of Killua. Heās like from another dimension. The way the light pink dress he wears flows down, like a cascade of waves, highlighting his petite frame, his slender shoulders, the sleeves draping past them. His lips are the same complimentary pink, blushing his skin in spots as well.
Killua stops fiddling with his silver locks, his somber expression twisting for a second, something akin to joy, as he looks back.
āOsu. Itās been a whileā¦ youāve gotten strong, huh?ā
Thereās a small catlike grin on his face for a moment.
S-strong? Oh, right!
Zushi steps forward, standing next to Killua, rigid as a board.
āOsu! B-but Iām still nothing compared to you two!ā
Wrong move.
Killuaās expression crumbles so fast, Zushi wishes he could stuff the words back in his mouth. Killua physically recoils and draws closer to himself, wrapping his arms around his stomach.
āI canāt speak for Gonā¦ but youāre definitely stronger than me nowā¦ you train with Alluka, right? Sheās gotten strong too. She can take care of herselfā¦ so I donāt really train anymore. I donāt like fightingā¦ā
It had always been a necessity, not fun. There was only a short time it was fun for Killuaā¦
Tears fall hot on his cheeks before he can stop them, and he wipes them away, smiling bitterly. He wants to stop them. But they donātā¦
Killua dips to the floor, trying to hide, sniffing.
Oh no.
Zushi wants to disappear. His heart aches, and he looks around desperately.
Alluka!
He canāt help Killuaā¦ he wants to. But what can he doā¦?
Confidence! Masterās master said it is the most important thing!
He leans over slowly, gently placing a hand on Killuaās shoulder.
āKillua?ā
Killua looks up, tears still pooling in his eyes, and Zushi fumbles in his pocket, pulling something out and holding it outward for Killua.
Except itās not a handkerchief. Itās his patchwork coin purse, and nervously he draws it back, fumbling to tug out the small piece of fabric and handing it to Killua.
āU-Um! Killua-san! S-someone as pretty as you shouldnāt cry!ā
Zushi hears a small gasp out of Killuaās lips, and the red around his nose turns an even deeper hue, and Zushi isnāt sure whose face is more red, feeling his own on fire, still awkwardly holding the handkerchief out, and you can hear a pin drop.
Killua gently takes the handkerchief from Zushiās hand, his small and slender fingers brushing against Zushiās own, and his heart swells again, and Zushi swallows, trying to keep his heart from leaving. Killuaās prettyā¦ and cuteā¦
Killua says he doesnāt fight anymore, but Zushi knows Killua is still strong, but he canāt help but feel the urge rise in his chest to protect him.
āU-uh! I know you donāt fight anymore, b-but! If you want to, I mean! Iād really like if you came and watched a match of mine, osu!ā
āEh?ā
Killua says it so softly he almost doesnāt hear it, and his head feels like itās swirling as he looks up; Killua gently wipes under his nose using the handkerchief before placing it in his lap. His face is still cutely red, and he looks to the side, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear.
āW-well Alluka has a matchā¦ that-that day, b-but! I guess I could see how strong youāve gottenā¦ā
Killua looks over, smiling softly, adding.
āOsu!ā
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