Killua x Reader Oneshots

It was a fairly normal day. Students walked through the halls, laughing and socializing. You sat on a desk in your first class, legs dangling over the side- headphones in. You hummed to yourself as your thumb slides across the surface of your slightly screen cracked phone.

"Guess who!"

A voice exclaims, your vision suddenly going black- as you feel two hands covering your eyes. The warm hands clad in silver rings gently obscured your vision. However, you knew the voice. It was none other than your best friend.

"Hm..wonder who it could be.. "

You play along, taking your headphones off. You best friend had been with you for years now, and he was your closest and most trusted person in your life. Spending years together ever since that one faithful day on the first grade playground. You two met, making a pact when he helped you with your scraped knee. There wasn't anyone that you had loved and cared for more in the world. That is, until you met Killua.

"Hey. Stop touching her."

The familiar voice of the ex assassin rings in your ears, and a blush flushes over your ears a face. You could feel the heat radiating off of you, as your best friend scoffs.

"She's my best friend. You don't tell me what to do, Zoldyck."

Your friend removes his hands from your eyes, and places a hand on your shoulder. The morning light hits your eyes, and  you squint a bit. An irritated Killua was glaring at the boy behind you, and his hands were shoved angrily in his pockets.

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Killua Zoldyck.

15

5'4

Highschool First Year

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The white haired boy had immediately caught your attention when he moved to this school. Everyone loved him- although he seemed to hate the attention. His blue eyes and attitude drew you in in curiosity, although you were sure to keep your distance when his fan girls came around.

"Well I'M the boyfriend. And I'M telling you, to take your hands off of her, before you regret it."

Killua threatens, blue eyes flashing. You look at Killua, then at your best friend.

"(Y/n), I still don't approve of this guy." Your friend states, glancing down at you. You shrug, hopping off the desk.

"You don't approve of a lot of things I do, (BSF)."

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(BSF/N)

15

5'5

Highschool First Year

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Your friend had a melancholy look on his face, as Killua grabs your hand, pulling you close to him.

"I don't need your goddamn approval." The white haired male growls, his grip on you tightening just slightly. You smile, and pat his head. His expression softens, and his face heats.

"It's okay, Killua. (BSF) and I haven't been separated ever since we were kids, so I think it might be just a little bit hard to not spend as much time together."

You explain, before smiling at (BSF). He runs a hand through his hair, frowning.

"(Y/n)..."

Your (BSF) sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"As long as he protects you, I have no complaints. However..." The boy glares up at Killua.

"If he hurts you in any way, I'm going to kill him." He stares daggers in Killua's direction, and the ex assassin intertwines his fingers with yours. The tension in the room grows, as you feel Killua's hand tighten again.

"There won't be any need for that. I'm probably way more capable than you ever will be."

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