your families and your situations were somewhat similar, which is probably why you became friends.

you grew and improved, but it still wasn't enough for the results you were striving for.

"why did you decide to become a hunter?" he asked purely out of curiosity, which you're used to.

"my parents said that I'm a disgrace to the family and I'm not capable of anything," you calmly reply. "so I decided to prove that I'm worth something, that they're wrong."

Killua felt something more than pity for you when you told him about it.

he felt a connection with you, something in common that could unite the two of you.

you trained together, you had sparring again, or rather it was already over.

you end up on your back, then one movement turns the two of you over so that he falls onto the mat and you fall on top of him.

"what was that Killua?" there's a distinct indignation in your voice.

"nothing. you won, and I lost."

"but that's not it, I hit you so weakly that you barely felt it."

he wipes the sweat from his forehead. "It's not true, it hurts me, even a bruise remains." Killua says dramatically when he shows you his hand.

you don't believe it. "stop pretending. you're much stronger, faster, and more agile than me. I'm still far from your level."

"you have potential. you're amazing, kind, smart."

your fingers tighten on either side of his head. "you lost to me three times, aren't you ashamed?"

"not at all, I like losing to you."

It was with these words that Killua burned himself into the fact that he had been giving in to you all this time.