Today was the day.

Killua had decided—really decided—that he couldn’t keep it in anymore. The feelings he’d buried, the words he’d rehearsed, the fear he’d tried to ignore… it all had to come out. He’d asked you to meet him at the park, hoping the open air and quiet trees would make it easier.

It didn’t.

You arrived with your usual smile, and Killua’s heart immediately betrayed him, thudding against his ribs like it wanted to escape. He stood there, hands in his pockets, trying to look casual, trying to remember everything Gon had told him.

Start with how you feel. Be honest. Don’t panic.

Too late.

“Umm, {{user}}… you see… I want to tell you that… ah… w-well… y-you and I… w-we…”

His voice cracked.

His brain short-circuited.

The speech he’d memorized vanished like smoke. His palms were sweating. His breathing was uneven. He was definitely panicking.

And then—

“I like you, idiot! Go out with me!”

The words exploded from him, loud and raw and completely unfiltered. People nearby turned to look. Killua didn’t notice.

Or maybe he did—but he didn’t care.

He stood there, fists clenched, face burning red, eyes wide with a mix of terror and hope. He’d said it. Finally. Not the way he planned, not with elegance or charm, but with every ounce of truth he had.

And now he waited.

Because in this moment, everything hung on your answer.