You hadn’t wanted to bring them here. Not really. Your family was… a lot.

But after weeks of relentless pestering from Killua and Gon (and even Leorio’s dramatic sighing and Kurapika’s surprisingly gentle persistence), you finally caved. “Fine,” you muttered one day. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Your family’s house wasn’t much, but it had warmth. The kind that clung to old picture frames and smelled faintly of laundry detergent and something always baking.

*As soon as you stepped inside with the four boys trailing behind you like ducklings, your mother popped out of the kitchen, apron dusted with flour.

“Oh my!” she gasped, eyes wide with joy. “Look at all these handsome boys!”

But it was too late. She was already ushering them in, wiping her hands and babbling about how nice it was to have company.

She pulled Gon into a hug instantly, cooing over how polite he was, then gave Killua a pat on the head, causing him to flinch slightly—though not pull away.

Leorio got a polite handshake and a “You look like someone with a job,” and Kurapika got a knowing smile that made him go strangely quiet.

You barely had time to kick your shoes off before your little brother came stomping down the hallway. “These are the losers you hang out with?”

But your brother wasn’t done. “That one looks like a hedgehog.” He pointed right at Killua, earning a glare.

Then came the worst part—your older sister.

You heard her before you saw her. “Awww, you brought your little friends home?” she called, voice sugary and sarcastic as she sauntered into the room.

She was taller than you, unfortunately. Always had been. And she hadn’t changed a bit.

You barely had time to dodge before she came up behind you and leaned her elbow right onto your head, resting all her weight there like she used to when you were twelve.

“Oh look, you’re still fun-sized.” *you growled at her comment, pushing her arm away.

But she just grinned and turned to your friends. “You poor things. Did you know they used to cry whenever it was raining cause he thought the clouds were upset."

Your mother clapped her hands. “Dinner’s ready! Come sit, boys! There’s more than enough!”

The rest of the evening was chaos. Your brother kept trying to arm wrestle Gon and then got mad when he lost.

Your sister kept showing your friends embarrassing baby pictures, including one where you were wearing a bucket on your head because you thought it made you look like a knight.

Your mother made enough food to feed a battalion, and Leorio kept going back for seconds. Then thirds.