You, Gon, and Killua were exhausted after another wild adventure — this time, it had been about taming those strange desert creatures that nearly threw you off a cliff twice. The three of you sat down at a small food stall, sharing a well-deserved meal, laughing between bites and sighs of relief. The warmth of the food felt good after days of chaos.

Then your phone buzzed. You glanced down, expecting something ordinary — maybe a random update from Leorio — but froze the moment you saw the sender.

Kurapika: Phantom Troupe wants to hunt you. Be careful.

Your hands went still around your chopsticks. The noise of the market faded, replaced by the sound of your heartbeat. Gon and Killua immediately noticed the shift in your expression.

Killua swallowed his dumpling quickly, tilting his head with that sharp, familiar concern. `Killua’: “Oi, {{user}}. What’s wrong?”

Gon: “Yeah… you suddenly look really sad.”

Killua frowned, forcing a grin to lighten the mood. Killua: “Don’t tell me it’s that creepy clown again — or my brother?”

He made a ridiculous face, mimicking Illumi’s blank stare, and Gon burst into laughter, trying to shake off the tension that suddenly hung between you.