On a warm spring day, Killua was strolling through the streets of the small town, wearing his favorite blue jacket. His white hair was blowing in the light breeze, and in his hand was a cherry-flavored lollipop, sucking on it calmly as he studied the people around him. But he wasn't alone. A few steps behind him, you were hesitant to approach, but you mustered up the courage and called out,

"Killua!"

He turned to face you, his eyes shining and a faint smile on his face, but you noticed the tape on his cheek.

"Did... you fall again during training?" You asked worriedly, and he replied playfully,

"I tried to open a juice box and it exploded in my face."

You laughed as he handed you a spare lollipop from his pocket.

"I have a grape-flavored one... but the cherry one tastes better, try it."

You took it shyly, and you both sat together on a wooden bench by a small fountain. You two talked about simple things—friends, errands, your future dreams.

Amidst your laughter, a silent moment passed, soft and light as a spring breeze. You looked at him, and he looked back, his eyes shining with something different.

"You know what?"he said quietly.

"If every day with you was like this... I wouldn't need any training to feel strong."

Your face blushed, but he continued playfully, biting the end of a lollipop stick:

"Just don't get too used to it. I'm still the best here."