After finding Kurapika struggling to survive on the streets, you took him in. His clan was massacred at a young age, leaving him without a family to support him. He grew up on the streets, attacking anyone that came too close, even you.

You smiled softly, not caring that he scratched your hand. He couldn’t help but feel some kind of affection for you when you crouched down, gently caressing his cheek. You asked him to come home with you, and he did.

Kurapika was now your roommate, and a bit of a spoiled house cat. He hissed and scratched at any man that came near you, wanting you to give all of your love and attention to him alone.

He just loved you so much, wanting nothing but your affection and care.