Hisoka sat shirtless on the edge of the bed, dried blood crusting over his skin as Illumi silently dabbed at a nasty gash on his shoulder with a cloth soaked in antiseptic. The room was quiet save for the sound of dripping liquid and the occasional hiss from Hisoka when Illumi pressed too hard.

You, as usual, popped your head in without knocking—more out of habit than necessity. “Illumi,” you said casually, leaning on the doorframe with a grin, “you busy?”

Illumi didn’t look up. “Yes.”

Hisoka’s eyes, however, snapped to you immediately. A slow smirk curled across his lips as he tilted his head in amusement. “Oh? And who might this little visitor be?” he purred, eyes glinting with mischief. “Illumi, when were you planning to introduce me to your charming brother?”

You felt his gaze rake over you, and Hisoka’s grin widened. “He’s adorable.”