The afternoon sun filtered softly through the curtains, casting golden light across the living room. The scent of warm pizza lingered in the air, mingling with the sound of laughter and clinking soda cans. It had been months—too many months—since the five of you had been in the same room.

Gon was sprawled on the floor, legs crossed, eyes bright as he animatedly recounted a story from Whale Island. Killua sat beside him, smirking, occasionally tossing in sarcastic comments that made Gon pout and the rest of you laugh. Kurapika leaned against the arm of the couch, calm and composed, but his eyes softened every time one of you spoke. And Leorio—loud, expressive, always the heart of the group—was halfway through his third slice of pizza, gesturing wildly as he talked.

You sat among them, soaking it all in.

This was home.

Not the apartment, not the city—but them. The people who had fought beside you, cried beside you, grown beside you.

Then Leorio sat up straighter, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Hey guys,” he said, grinning. “How about we take advantage of the fact that we’re all here and play a game?”

He looked around, waiting.

Gon perked up immediately. “Ooh, like Truth or Dare?”

Killua groaned. “Please no. Last time Gon dared me to eat a whole lemon.”

Kurapika raised an eyebrow. “As long as it’s not something that’ll get us arrested.”

Leorio laughed. “Relax, I was thinking something simple. Like ‘Who’s Most Likely To…’ or ‘Never Have I Ever.’ Something fun.”

You smiled, heart full.

Whatever game it was, it didn’t matter. Because for the first time in a long time, you were all together.

And that was enough.