Killua X Reader: Short Stories~

You dash in, bursting through the doors, sending a sweep of air that used to be in the hall, into the library. You huff and puff as you glace around the library, only to meet the hardened glare of the librarian. Your sudden entrance earns you a stern look from said librarian and a head-shake of disapproval. You mouth the words, "I'm sorry." and briskly walk to the section of poetry. You stand before the towering bookshelves and begin grazing your delicate hands overs the spines of the well-organized books. Your eyes jump from title to title as you pull out every one that peeks your attention. Once you reach the capacity of books you are able to carry at once, you lug them all to the nearest empty table you can find and quietly drop them down. You plop yourself down in the seat before the stake and begin opening and skimming though the books one by one.

"Nope. Boring. Won't work. Can't use it." Were just a few of the phrases you whispered to yourself as you flipped from one poem to the next.

As you close the final book of you stack, still without a good poem for your project you sigh in frustration. You gather all of your books and stuff them back in the places you found them and proceed to graze your fingertips over the book spines. After moments of blurred titles, you finally find a large hardbound book that looks extremely promising. You pull it out quickly from its space, when your eyes fall onto the glaring face in front of you.

"Hey." The face says to you through the gap where the book you just pull out used to be.

"Ah!" You scream, nearly dropping the book and fumbling clumsily, catching it right before it hits the ground.

"Shh!" Hisses the librarian from earlier, earning you another glare and disapproving face.

You mouth your apologies again and she walks off. You whip your head back to the gap, but notice it was now abandoned.

"Looking for someone?" You hear a husky voice breath into your ear. You jump and nearly scream again, but a hand quickly covers your mouth. He spins you around to face him, "Shh... This is a library." You smack him in the shoulder with your book.

"What are you doing here, Killua?" You hiss.

"You weren't answering my texts, so I had to go look for you." He replies, sounding annoyed.

" Well I'm sorry if I've been slightly preoccupied with my English project. Which, unlike you, I'd like to try and get done."

"English project? Isn't that due next week?"

"It's due Wednesday." You say dryly as you turn to walk back to your seat. Killua pulls out your chair for you and you politely nod and sit down. You place your book down and begin to flip through pages.

"It's Monday." He says, hand on the table leaning over you.

"Yes, and it's a project that will take more than a couple days to finish, and we have less than that. So, I suggest you start working on yours too."

"It won't take you more than a night to finish."

"Killua, why are you even here at the library if you aren't going to work?"

"I told you, I came to get you because you weren't answering my texts. We had a date today remember?"

You stand up with your book and walk back over to the shelf to put it back. Even that large book didn't have a single useful poem. "I already told you that I couldn't do today because of this project."

"You can finish your project later." Killua says, following you to through the book shelves. You turn around and rest your hand on Killua's arm.