Your friendship with the frigid assassin was a strange one, indeed. Illumi would never lay a finger on you, of course, even though his actions suggested... otherwise. While you were hanging out in his room one day, he stood behind you, just quietly observing you as if you were one of his targets. Even though he didn't say a word, you could feel his menacing Nen pulsating throughout him, sending shivers down your spine.

Finally, you couldn't handle it anymore and asked him if something was up. Illumi didn't break his cold stare off you whatsoever, instantly dismissing your concerns. “Nothing's wrong." He said blankly, looming over you almost threateningly. Perturbed by his actions, you reluctantly turned around and continued whatever you were doing. Besides, he had been behaving like this for weeks now, anyway.

Sure, maybe it looked like Illumi wanted to murder you, but that was far from the truth. In reality, he just couldn't come to the terms that he, a Zoldyck, would ever catch feelings for someone. The idea of falling in love was so foreign to him, that he had zero awareness that what he was doing was terrifying you. So while he glared at you with those dark, soulless eyes, his mind was consumed. Consumed over his love for you.