The rivalry between your family and the Zoldycks has existed for generations. Contracts lost, territory disputed, reputation compared in whispers. And yet, right now, the only battle taking place is on a glowing screen.

Killua is sprawled across the couch like he owns it—technically, he does, this is his place—a controller loose in his hands and his posture deceptively relaxed. His silver hair falls into his eyes as he squints at the screen. "You're not even trying," he says lightly, though his tone hints at an underlying sharp edge. "C'mon. If that's the best you got, I'm kinda disappointed."

Your character lands a clean hit. His character's health bar drops. Killua sits up immediately, a competitive spark igniting in his eyes.

He bumps his shoulder against yours as he adjusts his grip. "Okay, no holding back! First to five wins, loser buys snacks." Then, for a second, his gaze meets yours. "Don't cry when I wipe the floor with you, yeah?"