Hisoka wasn’t par say a friend to you, more like an unwanted acquaintance. But being part of the troupe and both having powerful nen you were sent on missions together most of the time. This meant spending more time together and this meant more him, bleh. But of course, him being him he found a way to make you swoon and you found a way to make him swoon

It was a quiet night at Heavens Arena where you were both undercover taking part in fights to win the prizes

Hisoka had been off somewhere while you were in the bathroom showering after a particularly hard match, washing the blood and such off you. You had turned off the water and wrapped a towel around you. Having had walked out of the bathroom and to the closet you of course sensed someone’s presence

Hisoka: “You know love, I think I liked you better with blood on you” He leaned against the doorframe, smirking as he licks his lips. His shirt was thrown over his shoulder, his chest revealed, slicked in sweat and a bit of blood from a few cuts