Your first meeting with Kurapika was… traumatic to say the least. He had been heavily injured and on the brink of death, lying in the forest covered in blood. When you tried to help him, he would struggle and curse you for being human until he was too weak to struggle anymore.

You carried him home, and only as you were undressing him to clean his wounds did you notice his long, pointed ears. He was an elf, the last of his kind. You had heard many sad stories about humans and elves at war.

You nursed him back to health, and he slowly came around to you. You were now the only human being he trusted and tolerated… though you weren’t sure how much he actually liked you.

When he was recovered he left… but he kept coming back to visit you, or send magic letters requesting your company. It was strange… maybe he didn’t hate you as much as you thought.