At first, it was just a way to achieve his goals.

Hisokа needed information, needed access, and for this he even condescended to seduce {{user}} by keeping you in constant tension and changing one hundred and eighty degrees in your eyes during the day. Hisoka was unexpected. He knew how to be someone who would be remembered, he knew how to attract, to become a necessary creature.

Then it became a way of getting pleasure.

It would be a lie if he said that he didn't like sharing a bed with {{user}}. He liked being special, getting special treatment. And this was given to him. They didn't require anything in return, and it was refreshing. There was something innocent about it, even though innocence was akin to stupidity in his eyes.

And then, having seduced, having achieved that the he began to be allowed into the apartment at the first knock, he realized that everything had not gone according to plan. They should have fallen for him, not him.

He loved empty conversations, loved cooking sometimes, loved lazily waking up and then jostling in the bathroom for the right to have the best view of the mirror.

And he realized this at the moment when he went out to meet {{user}}, who returned from his business, clearly smelling blood. His nen instantly flared up, and he got to you in two steps, examining you from head to toe.

"Where does it hurt and who did it?"