Four months had passed, and Killua started getting used to this new arrangement. He had a room in the old man’s house to himself, with the medical equipment and a bed in it. The prototype of the mask could hook up to the machine in the room just in case it failed, which it had a few times. Killua wasn’t permitted to leave the house without permission, which he could deal with. For the past two months, Killua had been sneaking real food when Shota wasn’t home as well. Killua had discovered that he could last for almost a minute without the mask on without fainting, if he ate a few bites at a time he could eat a full meal in about thirty minutes. He kept this discovery from Shota of course, who would no doubt scold him for his actions.
“So, where do you go all day?” Killua questioned, as Shota was brewing his coffee. He seemed to consume an unhealthy amount, which was moderately concerning. The old man glanced at him. “You really haven’t figured it out yet?” Killua huffed, leaning on the counter with his elbows. “Well, I would assume you were some sort of teacher due to the long hours but I know you’re a pro hero. I can’t imagine you being able to do both at once.” That was another thing that was strange to him. Quirks, they were called. Strange abilities that most of the population had. He figured at least his electricity wouldn’t catch any negative attention at the very least.
Shota let out a soft chuckle. “Real close, I’m impressed. Actually, I am both. I train future heroes. Quite exhausting, really.” Killua tilted his head curiously. He certainly hadn’t expected that. “How old are your students?” He asked curiously. This society seemed a tad bit softer than his, with children not being exposed to much danger. Or maybe it’s because I have no idea what a normal kid’s life is like. “About your age.” Huh. Killua thought on that for a moment, getting an idea. “So-“
“Absolutely not.”
Shota said, without even looking in his direction. Killua huffed. “You didn’t know what I was even going to say.” Shota paused what he was doing, and shot a dry look over his shoulder at Killua. “Even if you do manage to get a fully functioning mask, I will never allow you to even try to become a hero.” He said, firmly. Rude. “Why not?” Killua asked, grumpily. It looked so fun, and it was probably easier than being a hunter anyways. Shota frowned. “Kid, you’re barely hanging on as it is. Your body isn’t strong enough to handle daily life, let alone combat.” Killua looked away. It’s not that my body is weak, I just can’t breathe properly. He clenched his fists. If only I could just breathe normally, I could totally be a hero.
Although, was that really a good idea? He’d spent the majority of his life killing people for money. The only reason why he wasn’t a heartless killing machine was because of Gon. His best friend. The one who had pulled him out of his old life and showed him what it really meant to live. I mean it’s not like I’m serious about the whole hero thing anyways, it just sounds like fun. “If you’re really that set on protecting the people of Japan, I can help you find a job somewhere in the police force. Although, probably a job that doesn’t require you to move a lot. Killua felt like rolling his eyes. I don’t give a damn about the good of the country or whatever, I want to have fun and beat up assholes who deserve it.
“Yeah yeah, whatever.”
~~~~~~~~Aizawa’s Pov~~~~~~~~
He felt himself start to grow fonder of the boy as time passed, although he did start to become suspicious. Shota noticed how his IV tubes weren’t running out as quickly anymore, almost like he wasn’t using them at night anymore when he was supposed to. But the kid looks perfectly healthy, so there’s no way he just stopped using them. Shota stirred a small amount of sugar into his coffee as he thought about this, trying to come to a logical conclusion. “Don’t you have to go to work now?” Killua questioned, voice slightly muffled by the mask. Shota actually had the day off today, but the kid didn’t know that. “Hm? Oh yeah, just finishing up my coffee. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.” He said dryly, taking a long sip of his coffee. Killua spun on his heel and sprawled out on the couch with a yawn. “Yeah yeah, gonna just…” He grabbed a magazine off the table and started reading it.
Shota exited the house like he was on his way to work, then after a few seconds he circled back around and scaled the building. There was a window right in the kitchen, the chances that Killua would be watching for him peering in was highly improbable. Shota used his scarf to anchor himself on a tree beside his house, then slowly lowered himself down to gaze inside. Shota stiffened slightly when he noticed KIllua wasn’t wearing his mask. Not only that, but he was stuffing his face with a cupcake. Shota’s eye twitched. Are you kidding me? Although, honestly he should’ve expected it. Killua had stopped complaining about not getting to eat real food almost a month ago.
Suddenly Killua glanced up and his eyes locked with Shota’s, causing the boy to pause and his eyes to widen in an almost comical amount of surprise. The two just stared at each other for a solid five seconds, before Killua slowly pulled the remainder of the cupcake out of his mouth, settling it on the counter and placing the mask back on his face. He walked over and slid open the window with a huff. “I thought you were going to work today.” Shota didn’t reply to that. “You’re in serious trouble young man.” He said, with a firm stare. Killua scoffed, placing a hand on his hip. “You’re not my dad, old man.” Shota twisted himself in the air and landed on the windowsill, letting out an irritated sigh.
“Might as well be.”
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To Be Continued…
New book schedule! posting will be every other day at 7 am EDT, my usual posting schedule. I decided to post 3 chapters right off the bat to see if it would make the book preform better. Hope you enjoy Shippers!
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