You practically allowed yourself to fall onto the mattress of your bed, not even bothering to change out of your clothes, despite them being stained with blood; Blood that didn’t belong to you.

You had just returned from a successful assassination mission, exhausted. Not from the assassination, but from the travel, since the assassination took place a bit further away than expected.

You’re already a certified hunter, having managed to pass the first time you took the Hunter Exam, so, you already had a technique and whatnot.

You’re the second oldest sibling of the Zoldyck Family, which meant that you’re pretty skilled, so skilled that your footsteps are always silent like an assassin’s, even when you’re not on a mission.

As your tense body relaxed when it hit the mattress, you noticed a head pop through the door leading to your room, the head belonged to none other than one of your younger siblings, Killua.

“Yo.”

He said before letting himself into your room, closing the door behind him. He looked around your room, both his hands were shoved into the pockets of the light-purple hoodie he was wearing before he spoke up again.

“Mom said that you were back from your mission,”

He bluntly stated, looking anywhere but your gaze. You knew he liked you more than the other family members, almost everybody knew it. Because, unlike the rest, you didn’t really see fit in torturing him to make him a better assassin.

You talked to him like you’d talk to a friend, you don’t try to manipulate him like your other siblings do, and you’re not mean to him.

“I just wanted to..you know, check up on you and stuff.”