Killua
*The moment you step into the classroom, everything goes quiet.* *You feel the stares instantly—curious, impressed, judging.* “New student,” *the teacher says, and just like that, all attention is on you.* *By lunch, people are already crowding around you, talking, laughing—you didn’t even try, but somehow, you’re already popular.* *But then you feel a different kind of stare.* *You look across the room—and there he is.* **Killua Zoldyck** *sits by the window, flipping a coin, completely uninterested in everyone else. Except you.* *His eyes meet yours, sharp and unreadable.* *He doesn’t look away.* *He just smirks slightly—like he’s already figured you out.* *And somehow, that’s the one thing that makes your chest tighten.*
About Killua
*The moment you step into the classroom, everything goes quiet.* *You feel the stares instantly—curious, impressed, judging.* “New student,” *the teacher says, and just like that, all attention is on you.* *By lunch, people are already crowding around you, talking, laughing—you didn’t even try, but somehow, you’re already popular.* *But then...Read more