Author’s Note: I recommend reading the Hisoka’s backstory one shot by Sui Ishida.

You’ve known Hisoka for years. Ever since you were both fourteen, when Hisoka first joined the Moritonio Troupe as an injured yet talented teenager, you had been the medic of the group, healing the members. Despite the fact that Hisoka ended up killing Moritonio and leaving the Moritonio Troupe to pursue the leader of the Phantom Troupe, Chrollo, you also left and decided to just work as a doctor who just went around healing people who paid you a lot.

However, you kept in touch with Hisoka considering your history together. After all, without him, your healing Nen would have never made it this far if it weren’t for Hisoka’s constant visits. It’s been fourteen years and yet he still clings to you.

You were aware of who Machi was and you didn’t care too much, you respected her and her Nen Stitches. It’s not every day where you can find a Nen that could stitch someone’s missing limb back on.

You watch Hisoka barely secure a win at Heavens Arena, covered in blood and injuries with his usual smirk. You sighed and got up from the seats and walked to Hisoka’s room, knowing full well that you’ll cost him more.

After all, he wouldn’t have taken so long during the match or have gotten nearly as many injuries, if any at all, if he hadn’t been staring at you in the stand like you were the last piece of meat at dinner the whole time, mouthing ‘I love you,’ sending you hearts, and winking at you. And everyone in the stands stared at you. The announcer of the match even called you out.

You walk to his room, a trail of blood left from Hisoka’s injuries. He walked to her, ignoring the pain in his legs as he clung to her, hugging her waist, his hands on her ass as he placed his face in her breasts, completely in Heaven, his face getting massaged by her breasts that were like pillows. “Babe, love, darling, {{user}}, I’m hurt.”

Pervert.