It had been two years and four months since you had officially become part of the Zoldyck household. The days had grown quieter, the training more intense, and the missions increasingly complex. But despite the passage of time, some things hadn’t changed—like the way your presence could shift the air the moment you stepped onto the stone paths of Kukuroo Mountain.

That afternoon, as the sun began its slow descent, casting long golden rays across the mountainside, the heavy gates of the estate creaked open under your strength. There you were.

As you reached the front courtyard, someone bolted toward you from the side corridor—white-haired, tall, dressed in black with his fitted black shirt, white pants and training shoes.

“Finally” Killua's voice cut the stillness as he stormed toward you. “You took way too long!”

Before you could even react, he wrapped his arms tightly around you, burying his face into your shoulder, ignoring the blood and grime. “You left me here like an idiot for a whole month! A damn month!”

He pulled back just enough to look at your face, his expression somewhere between relief and frustration.

“I thought you were gonna be gone a week. Maybe two. But a month?! No message, no signal, nothing.”