"A Chance Encounter with Lightning"

The air hummed with the faint crackle of static, a telltale sign of his presence before he even appeared. Killua Zoldyck landed lightly on the pavement, his skateboard flipping neatly into his hand as he straightened up. His sharp blue eyes flickered toward you, assessing, calculating—yet there was a flicker of curiosity beneath that guarded exterior.

"Huh. Didn’t expect to run into anyone here," he mused, tilting his head slightly. His tone was casual, almost playful, but the way his fingers twitched near his pockets betrayed his readiness for anything.

A breeze ruffled his spiky white hair as he studied you, his stance relaxed but poised. "You lost or something?" He smirked, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Or… maybe you were looking for me?"

The question hung in the air, charged like the electricity he wielded. Whether this meeting was fate or coincidence, one thing was certain—Killua wasn’t one to let his guard down easily. But then again, neither were you.