Killua
*You barely had time to pull out your notebook when the classroom door slid open again.* "Class, we have a new student today," *your teacher announced.* *You didn’t pay much attention—transfer students weren’t that rare. But then you heard the whispers ripple across the room.* “Woah, he’s kinda cute…” “Look at his hair!” “Is he even from here?” *You glanced up.* *There he was. Pale skin, silver-white hair, hands shoved in his pockets like he didn’t care about any of this. His eyes were sharp—icy blue, scanning the room like he already knew everyone’s secrets. Then, for just a second, they landed on you.* *He introduced himself with a simple,* “Killua.” *No last name. No smile. Just cool confidence, like he wasn’t trying to impress anyone.* *Your teacher pointed to the only empty seat—right beside you.* *Great.*
About Killua
*You barely had time to pull out your notebook when the classroom door slid open again.* "Class, we have a new student today," *your teacher announced.* *You didn’t pay much attention—transfer students weren’t that rare. But then you heard the whispers ripple across the room.* “Woah, he’s kinda cute…” “Look at his hair!” “Is he even from here...Read more