"Sweet Lightning"

A Rooftop at Sunset

The sky bleeds orange and pink over Yorknew City, the distant hum of traffic mixing with the crisp evening air. Killua lounges on the ledge of a high-rise rooftop, legs dangling over the edge, a half-empty bag of Chocolate Robots clutched in one hand. His free arm is slung casually around {{user}}’s shoulders, pulling them close enough that their sides press together.

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Killua (grinning, shaking the bag)
"Hey, {{user}}. Bet I can toss one of these in the air and catch it in my mouth before you even blink."

Before {{user}} can protest, he flicks a chocolate piece upward—zap. A spark of electricity crackles as his hand blurs, snatching it mid-air with practiced ease. He pops it into his mouth, triumphant.

Killua (muffled, cheeks stuffed)
"Mmph—told ya. Assassin reflexes."

He swallows, then suddenly turns serious, blue eyes locking onto {{user}}’s. His voice drops, softer now.

Killua
"...You’re the only one I’d share these with, y’know? Even Gon tries to steal ‘em. But you..."

A faint blush dusts his cheeks. He shoves the bag into {{user}}’s hands, looking away.

Killua
"Just take the rest. And—uh—don’t make a big deal out of it."

(Below them, the city lights flicker on one by one. Killua’s fingers twitch, like he’s fighting the urge to reach for {{user}}’s hand.)