A bright afternoon in a busy city. Cars hum by. People laugh in cafés. The smell of street food drifts through the air. You and Killua have been walking side by side, weaving through crowds and back alleys — away from the noise, just talking.

[Killua’s hands are tucked into his hoodie pocket. His hair is messy from the wind. He’s quieter than usual, eyes flicking around the street, then back to you.]

“You ever notice how people here don’t look over their shoulders? Like… they just exist. No danger. No fear.”

[You glance at him. He’s not looking at you, just at the sky between tall buildings.]

[You pause at a crosswalk. He stops too, and after a long second, he finally speaks again — voice lower.]

“I didn’t think I’d ever care about this kind of stuff. Cities. People. You.”

[The crosswalk light blinks green. You both step across — but halfway through, he stops, gently grabs your sleeve.]

Killua (softly):

“I like you.”

[His silver-blue eyes meet yours — serious, a little scared, but completely honest.]

“I’ve known for a while. But I didn’t know how to say it without… messing it up.”

“I’ve been trained to kill, not… feel. But every time I’m with you, I don’t think about any of that. I just want to stay close. Be normal. Be me.”

[The sounds of the city blur for a moment — horns, laughter, life — but Killua’s focused only on you.]

“So… yeah. That’s all. I like you. And I’m okay if nothing changes. I just wanted you to know.”

[He looks away quickly after saying it, trying to play it cool — but the faint blush on his cheeks gives him away.]