Killua x Reader Oneshots

Requested By:

HikoSeijuroXIV

TW: Language/Possible Bad Grammar

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Narrating Reader's POV

"Aw c'mon man, you're camping the fxcking base!!" You complain, aggressively pressing the buttons on your controller. Your eyes flit around the colorful screen as your team pulls through with the win.

"Hell yea--"

A crash was heard from the neighboring room, as you leap up from your video game. Stumbling off of the bed, you swing yourself around the corridor, into the next room.

"Killua?? Are you okay?!" You hurriedly rush to his side, as he brushes off his clothes and grumbles angrily under his breath. There were all types of cleaning items strewn over the floor, and Killua's bandages were unraveling. You breath a sigh of relief, smiling into a laugh.

"Kil, you know you're hurt- what were you trying to do?" You ask calmly, picking up the supplies off of the floor. There was a pause, and you glance back up to your boyfriends flashy blue irises. See, Killua had been training with Gon when he had somehow half crushed his legs. It wasn't anything a little time could fix- especially it being Killua, but he was still out of commission for anymore physical activity.

"....I can normally do this stuff by myself! But I just couldn't......mghnjdnmjhm.." He mumbles, scratching his head angrily. The paper towels that had been spewed around the room had rolled to a stop. Placing the extras on the counter, you run a hand through your hair. You scrunch your nose a little. The doctors at the hospital had given Killua some sort of weird medicine that had the potential side effect of changing his normal behavior, so this quieter reaction to frustration from Killua made sense in your head.

"Uhhm...can you say that a little louder, Kil?" You request, blinking in confusion. The white haired male sighs in reluctance, shaking his messy hair.

"I couldn't- nevermind, (Y/n)." He rolls his eyes, a shade of pink flushing over his cheeks. You stare at your boyfriend in bewilderment, before it clicks. Smiling, you lean against the wooden doorway, arms crossed and all of your weight on one ankle.

"Killua, you know you can just call me over if you can't reach something, shorty.~" You hum. Killua's hair spikes straight up at the nickname, like a scared cat. Even if he wasn't facing you, you could see the vibrant shade of red spreading over his ears.

"I can hang up the holiday decorations by myself too, because...you might possibly struggle with that." You tease, covering your mouth with laughter. You could almost see the steam coming out of his ears. However, you stop, slightly concerned for your lovers wellbeing.

'Is he mad..? Did I say too much..?' You think, uncrossing your arms and taking a step towards him.

"Killua- I didn't mean it like that..........you know I'm just kidding, righ-" There was an angry flash of light, as you were suddenly transported across the room.

Your head thumps against the wall, a soft hollow sound ringing through your head. Slipping down the wall, you sit on the ground.

"OW! What was that for you-" Your voice trails off faintly, as your gaze moves up Killua's frame. The ex assassin had a towel around his neck, and a loose tank top hung over his shoulders, exposing his defined body. A blush set itself upon your cheeks, as you stutter out a response.

"Kil-"

"(Y/n)." He glares at you, hand firmly planted next to your head. A gulp of air slides down your throat as he intently stares from above you.

"Just because you're a few inches taller than me doesn't automatically mean I'll be pushed around by your little cute...self." Killua stops himself from finishing his sentence. He lowers himself closer to your face, till his mouth was nearly hovering in front of yours.

"I appreciate your offer, baka. But, I feel awkward asking for help. It's always infuriating to me, because there's so much I could normally do myself- yet I've been detained from doing so." He gently runs his finger tips down the side of your face, examining your expression. A small chuckle escapes your partners mouth as he bends down and presses his lips against your forehead gently.

"You're cute when you're flustered like that, (Y/n)." He turns around, picking up a box of chocorobos off the floor. He dumps a few into his hand, downing them like pills. You manage to regain your brain train of thought, and stutter out a response.

"K-Kil stop fooling around it's not funny I swear to god-!" You mutter, flushed and touching your forehead.

"You're so annoying sometimes, my giraffe." He smiles- although you could tell he was just as embarrassed as you were.

'Stupid.....'

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Killua's POV

I walk out of the room, taking a turn towards my shared room with Gon. Ruffling the towel against my wet hair, I feel my face heat up from the last 2 minutes of events.

"Well that was reeeeeeeaaaal smooth, Killua." A voice laughs. An irk appears on my forehead, as I turn around to face the two behind me. Both (Y/n)s and my roommate were cackling their heads off in the living room.

"Fi, Gon- SHUT UP WILL YOU??"

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Word Count: 856