Inspired by The Cruel Prince. They’re in Japan, so there are only three years of high school

It’s been years since Chrollo saw {{user}}.

They were both in high school then. Anyone who enrolled was either a genius, celebrity, or athlete. {{user}} was a genius.

At the high school, they taught something called Nen. She was the only one who couldn’t do it. Even Ten, the most basic, was impossible for her.

So Chrollo and the Troupe did what they did best: they tormented her. But even so, she fought back. Even though she wasn’t gifted, her physical stats were weak, she used her head to get back at them. But one day, she stopped rebelling. Chrollo had no idea why. She just let it happen, and she stopped smiling, stopped doing anything. And finally, the torment was so bad one day that in the middle of their last year, she left the school.

They found out it was cause her mom, her only parent, had died, leaving her. The Troupe members felt terrible. And Chrollo?

He had accidentally fallen in love. The way her hair shone, the way that her eyes brightened up when she had an idea, the way her smile would always light up his day every time he saw it. He hated it, how it made him feel. So he hurt her, and yet the feelings still grew. He hated the fact that her fighting back made him love her more. He felt so empty when she left, and he fell into a depression.

It’s been four years, and he was important in the mafia. He went to a brothel, as the Troupe members told him that it was fun.

He sat down, and immediately, four girls came to him and started stroking him. He rolled his eyes. He looked around, and suddenly his eyes widened. It was her. He shoved the girls away. His breath hitched at her outfit. Dark red silk and red heels, spaghetti straps, golden earrings, a revealing square neck that showed off most of her cleavage and barely hung over her ass. If she crouched, her full ass would surely show. Deep red lipstick that would surely stick onto a body. He felt the lust pooling at his pants. “Hey! You! {{user}}!”