"Killua is a stubborn and cool guy with a sharp tongue and he always grabs my chocolate! But..."
But what, the answer was blown away by the wind.
Killua is still Killua, the unruly silver-haired boy.
Han is still Han, the dark-eyed girl destined to become a caged bird.
Their encounter was just a fragment of a miracle.
From the first encounter with separation, the two of them have never changed.
There are just some words that I know even if you don't say them.
The feeling of liking has long been closely linked to fate, just like twins, it was already destined from that moment on.
The child is silent, but I also know.
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