Chapter 23: Love Without a Name

This time I don't know what to do, because Hisoka's physique is excellent.

The dangerous part is that the age designation is about to rise.

In the second half of the second exam, 42 people safely obtained the Spider Hawk Egg, and at the same time, compared it with store-bought eggs; today's exam ended, and everyone's bad feelings toward Menchi were wiped away.

"I would like to greet the remaining 42 people.

I am Netero, representative of the Hunter Examination Committee."

In the airship hall where the successful applicants had boarded again, Netero began to speak as if this were a school morning assembly.

Netero's easygoing demeanor suited him well as a school principal, but those gathered to listen to his lecture were all fierce-looking Hunter examinees.

Moreover, those who had taken the exam several times knew that the difficulty of the exam would increase from here on, so the atmosphere was tense; amidst the "piri-piri" onomatopoeia, Netero kept saying "Principal," "Teacher," he continued.

"I originally intended to appear at the final exam, but it is truly great to come to the scene like this and feel that indescribable sense of tension.

Since there is a big event, let me accompany you like this."

To be able to calmly smile and say such things in this kind of atmosphere, this old man is more than just a good old man.

Amidst the atmosphere full of tension and bloodlust, the students were somewhat reluctant toward Netero, who remained indifferent.

The secretary told me that today's exam was over. The next destination is scheduled to arrive at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. They were told they could spend their time freely inside the airship until I contacted them, and the first to make energetic sounds were the youngest duo, who were full of stamina.

"Let's go!! Let's explore the inside of the airship!"

"Yes!!"

The daytime marathon, catching pigs, fishing, and bungee jumping rock climbing could not exhaust the infinite stamina of the two, who walked out of the hall with light steps.

Watching the two leave, Leorio shuddered and muttered, "Full of energy...", while Kurapika's face held surprise and astonishment.

"Perhaps I should take a shower."

Sora, who was about to say "mazero" to Gon and Killua's expedition team, looked at the information board inside the airship to see where the Shower Room was, then slowly unzipped the suit.

"What are you doing!?"

Naturally, Kurapika lunged at Sora's white hair from behind without reservation.

The lost person put on an expression of not knowing why they were suddenly lost, held their head and looked at Kurapika, then kicked the shin of the skinny Leorio who was paying attention to Sora, and began to preach. There must be a chest bulge.

"What are you thinking!? Have you even forgotten your own gender?! Listen, Sora! You are definitely a woman, at least physically! A woman who takes off her clothes in a room should know she is just a slut!!"

"…Not just the body, the heart is also a woman."

Feeling somewhat confused by Kurapika's angry sermon, Sora protested, but it was completely unconvincing.

Instead, it made Kurapika even angrier, scolding me: "Then, that's even more troublesome! I don't know anyone who is a slut!"

However, Sora answered without hesitation.

"Don't wait, Kurapika. Just by talking, you will understand."

"I don't know!!"

"No, you do. If I don't properly emphasize even such a trivial chest, when I enter the Women's Restroom or the Shower Room, I will be looked at with surprise by the previous customers."

"…I'm sorry. The bitch said too much. But if that's the case, please open it before entering the Shower Room."

"Wow, I really understand."

Leorio couldn't help but believe it, and interjected while holding his lower leg that had been kicked by the slightly calmed-down Kurapika.

They seemed to have the same hardships, as they were too neat and their gender was unknown.

"But you don't mind being seen wearing me, do you?"

"I don't think women's fashion is perceived the same way by men. In my opinion, there is no such thing as underwear that can be seen."

Sora tilted their head, still protesting to Kurapika, but Kurapika no longer had any intention to Compromise, glared, and ignored Sora's argument.

Sora herself was not picky about fashion, so even if she denied the existence of showing a bra, she didn't mind.

No matter how you look at it, Kurapika's words were for better or worse. Kurapika looked up at Sora, who seemed to be wandering around in underwear, forgetting that Kurapika had scolded him after taking a shower.

Just this kind of exchange made him tired for more than a day, and he muttered, "I'm tired...". I feel like I want to sleep here now.

Leorio agreed with Kurapika's words, and while looking for a place to rest, said, "I'm going to have a good sleep anyway."

While Kurapika was looking for a place to nap, he suddenly said something that caught his attention.

"Speaking of which, I'm curious about one thing... how many exams are left?"

"Ah, I didn't hear."

Leorio felt puzzled by Kurapika's question.

A person walking from behind answered the question.

"It depends on the year."

The answer was Tonpa, the oldest in the Hunter Exam, who had given them juice before the exam.

He told me that the number of exams each year varies according to the number of Examiners and the content of the exam, but on average there are about 5 or 6 exam judges.

"But be careful."

However, Tonpa advised the two of them to make a decision.

I couldn't believe the words of the counselor who had just told me the estimated arrival at the next exam location. If, after telling them that this airship might be the test site and the arrival time might be a complete lie, you want to pass the next test airship here, but I suggest you not let your guard down and stay away from them.

(Don't worry. At best, you will become a physically and mentally exhausted person.)

Of course, the smartest one is Tonpa. Setting aside the fact that the exam site is this airship, since it is an exam, it should naturally be as fair as possible.

Sora saw through his craft of pouring Laxative into the juice, Gon felt the taste of the almost tasteless Laxative, and Killua said he was fine with Poison and drank it all up, and it went well for Killua. Tonpa decided to kill the newcomers as a hobby, but during the first marathon, Sora told him, "Didn't the 16-year-old old man give you juice? You shouldn't trust him because he is a liar." It makes sense to lie about the number of exams not passed, and they couldn't believe the content of the second half at all.

"Hey, how many people are left this year?"

When the Hunters were eating after finishing the exam they were responsible for, Menchi brought up the same thing he said to Netero.

Buhara replied nonchalantly: "It all depends on the content of the upcoming exam, doesn't it?"

"What about Satotz?"

"Hmm. The newcomers are quite good this year."

"Ah, I know, right!?"

When I asked about this, she seemed happy that he thought so too, but she braced herself and gave her a favorite rookie, just as she had done with Netero.

"I think Number 100 is really good! I declare that I know a lot about Sushi, I can cook, I care about my friends, and I don't complain anymore! If she weren't a girl, I would have picked her up instead. Quan!"

"I'm definitely for Number 99. He's good."

"Eh! That damn kid!?"

Menchi tried her best to make an unhappy face and criticized the numbered child that Satotz had sent to her.

This was perhaps inevitable, as he was the reason she had nearly choked during the exam, but from Killua's perspective, Sora being innocent was unreasonable.

Buhara, while surprised by Menchi's impression, thought "This is the problem..." and when asked, he pondered his answer while chewing on what was in his mouth.

"That's right—I'm not a newcomer, but the one who caught my attention is Number 44... I guess."

Menchi and Satotz both stiffened when Number 44 was mentioned in the exam.

Buhara, who gave me the person, also had a look of disgust, and he continued to speak while waving his fork unpleasantly.

"I think Menchi must have noticed, but when the 255th person got angry, the most bloodthirsty one was actually Number 44."

"I know, of course."

"But Buhara. I know? He has been like that from the beginning. Ever since we appeared."

Buhara widened his eyes upon hearing Menchi's words and asked, "Really?"

"Me too. He is someone who needs to be guarded against."

Satotz also confirmed with an expressionless face, then spoke up. From his perspective, the figure of Number 44, a Magician named "Hisoka".

"I don't want to admit it, but he is a scoundrel like us, but he prefers to live in a place darker than we do."

Somewhere in our hearts, we Hunters are looking for a worthy opponent. A place to find an opponent to compete with while knowing each other... after all, that is what the Hunter Exam is.

Sometimes it appears in this way. So maverick. Just like when we step on the brakes, he will step on the gas without hesitation."

Satotz's words involuntarily caused silence.

Buhara's words broke the silence.

"Come to think of it, Number 44 seems to have an inexplicable fondness for Number 100, doesn't he?"

"Ah. Now that I think about it, yes, when I provoked her, she didn't want to kill us, she let her focus on her."

Recalling the interaction when the students were fishing outside, both felt sad for Sora, while Sora was watched by Hisoka and cried for a long time.

"You also provoked me when I was taking the exam."

"No way!?"

"Eh!? Although they fought, both were unscathed and successfully passed the second exam!?"

The Gourmet Hunter was surprised by Ritz's casual words.

Sora is also a Hatsu user, so unlike other students, it is possible for her to survive in front of Hisoka, but no matter how you think about it, if that battle maniac catches your attention and fights, any of them would be forced into a Death Match until they are finished.

Although they had no confidence in escaping from a Death Match even if they were Professional Hunters, Satotz dropped a bombshell, and the two were surprised to find out who Sora was and who executed it.

"Moreover, she seems to be a disciple of the Stone Hunter, Biscuit Krueger."

"Oh, no wonder the Chairman knows a little about that girl."

In Ritz's words, the name of a senior female hunter in the Hunter Association appeared, and Buhara's eyes widened again, but Menchi remembered his conversation with Netero and was convinced.

Biscuit is also known as Netero's direct disciple, so Menchi's doubts have been largely resolved, as he probably heard some news about her, this grand-disciple, directly from his disciple.

However, a part of it did not completely dissolve, so Menchi twisted his head while eating.

"Come to think of it, the Chairman said something puzzling to that girl."

""Different worlds?""

Ritz and Buhara responded to Menchi's words in unison, while also tilting their heads.

However, they quickly digested them with appropriate metaphors or the like and forgot about the topic.

No one could have imagined that things would turn out this way.

Considering the number of exams, Kurapika could not sleep, even though he knew in his heart that he should get a good rest here.

I am afraid of falling asleep.

When I wake up next time, I am worried that she will not be there, and that my reunion with Sora was just a dream.

My hand naturally reached for the Earrings hanging on my ear, and I touched them unconsciously.

He stroked the thing connected to her, he had not returned yet, and kept reminding himself that even if the reunion with Sora was a dream, her existence was by no means a dream.

"... If you can't sleep, come find me."

Hearing such a Suggestion from next door, Kurapika opened his eyes.

Leorio, who was sitting next to me, was also wrapped in a blanket, and he continued with his eyes closed.

"I couldn't sleep just now, and although we met again, there was no chance to talk slowly, so let's talk now.

If you miss this, you might not have a chance to talk until the next exam is over."

Awkwardly, this man who thinks of others could not figure out why Kurapika could not sleep.

Leorio scoffed at this stubbornness.

"Ha! It's already obvious that you like her, and you can't help but like her, so don't be so stubborn, no one will make fun of it, because I know."

Although told, Kurapika was stubborn, refused to be provoked, and remained silent.

However, being praised by Sora made me happy as if it were my own, and the corners of my mouth naturally rose slightly.

Leorio opened his eyes, stared at the still stubborn Kurapika, and spoke his thoughts.

"So, Kurapika, do you like her as a sister? Do you like her as a woman?"

"Hmm?"

Kurapika, who had been silent the whole time, raised his voice.

Leorio said, "A voice like that is fine too..." He didn't seem to dislike it, but he appeared quite frustrated.

"Did I ask such a strange thing? Honestly, it's probably impossible for me to see a woman who spent a month Together with me three years ago become 'family,' you know?

There are still people who view it as 'the opposite sex.' With the age gap between him and you, being a target like that is enough."

What Leorio said made a lot of sense and wasn't particularly bad, but Kurapika immediately replied with an expression of disbelief.

"Can you see a woman completely ruining a serious conversation in 0.5 seconds?"

"... At least I hope you can Stick to it for one second."

Perhaps recalling the interaction with Kurapika after their reunion at the first exam, Leorio looked dazed and did not press further.

However, in reality, Kurapika's direct answer was just a ruse, even though it was his true intention.

Kurapika definitely likes Sora.

His feelings for her are familial; he could say he loves Sora.

I am embarrassed to tell myself or others, but even if my mouth were split, I couldn't say it, and even to myself, there is no reason or meaning. I honestly admit this.

However, for three years, Kurapika has not known whether this love can be called "dear love," "familial love," or "romance."

She is an only child, with only her mother at home, and her community was complete, with only a few compatriots.

Therefore, the knowledgeable and highly skilled Kurapika, even if he were a little older, is on the side of being relied upon, so Sora is the first woman whose position approaches "older sister." Kurapika wonders if she has the same feelings for him.

I personally don't like this idea, but I know that one of the simplest standards for distinguishing love from other types of love is whether you have sexual desire for the other person, but Kurapika... First of all, I think it is impolite to look at women this way, not just Sora.

At the age when I was most interested in these things, interest in the outside world and Hunter work diverted all my attention, and after that, due to the Kurta Massacre incident, Kurapika still possessed the same age-appropriate knowledge; therefore, she is both ignorant and inexperienced, making it difficult to distinguish whether Sora cannot be viewed this way because she sees her as a relative, or simply because she thinks she is as rude as others. Women.

When Sora looks like she is playing with partners other than himself, he realizes his heart feels uneasy and extremely irritable. I know you are jealous of your partner.

But I don't know if it is the jealousy of a "younger brother" who lost his "younger sister," or the jealousy of a "man."

It has been a mystery for three years, but since he is not here, whether it is "familial love" or "romance," he is too lazy to answer. He becomes irritable.

Kurapika sighed; just like when Killua stood between him and Sora, when Sora relied on Gon more than him, Kurapika stood up.

He looked at his watch; it had been almost an hour since he parted with Sora. She is a woman who likes to soak in the bath and washes for a long time, but thinking that she should already be bathing, he called out to Leorio and left.

"... I'll chat with you for a while."

"King."

While appreciating Leorio's thoughtfulness in not asking who, Kurapika looked at the information board and walked toward the women's restroom.

I don't know what I am going to say. However, I know that if I talk to her, my anger toward her will definitely disappear, so I just want to talk to her.

Kurapika smiled bitterly; he just wanted to talk to Sora, not even needing such an excuse, and Leorio did not tell him.

When I realized my own thoughts, I realized one thing.

Regarding my feelings for Sora, I can say nothing other than affection. I understand why it can only be called familial love.

(Ah, so that's it... No matter what relationship I have with Sora, do I just want to be Together with him forever?)

Siblings, lovers, etc. —it's not the kind of relationship that fits me and my girlfriend, but as long as we can be Together forever, I don't care.

The name of the relationship, the name of the love, whatever. If this is the reason we are Together, no matter what.

That is what Kurapika thought.

I hope for such a dreamlike eternity.

Just as Kurapika was concerned, Sora listened to Kurapika's preaching from right to left, and after bathing, without fully untying her jumpsuit, she took off her top, wrapped the sleeves around her waist, and wandered around the Airship.

The students who brushed past her all opened their eyes wide and looked at Sora twice, but she didn't care at all.

For the sake of Sora's reputation, her outfit was indeed quite revealing, but the bra she wore underneath was clearly not designed as underwear, but more like sportswear, so generally speaking, Kurapika's preaching was more exaggerated.

The people passing by took another look, not because they were surprised by Sora's high exposure, but because they were surprised that even when female parts were clearly exposed, men and women could coordinate harmoniously. I don't know if there is one.

Accustomed to such surprise, Sora thought about what to do until the sleepiness after the bath returned.

"Good morning?"

There were several emails on my Mobile Phone, all from Kalluto.

At Silva's request, I gave him my email address, phone number, and home password. Thinking of this, Sora tilted her head.

"... Do I look that unreliable?"

All the emails from Kalluto were to confirm Sora's survival.

About every three hours or so, a simple survival confirmation email would be sent, asking "Are you okay?" and "Are you safe?"

For a moment, Sora thought about replying: "He is dead. I passed the second exam."

Why is Kalluto so worried? While tilting her head, she was preparing to put the Mobile Phone back in her pocket.

"Yes, hello."

"Ah, Sora. Alive? You aren't dead?"

"... Are you worried about me? Or do you really want me to die?"

At first, Sora inadvertently asked Kalluto, who had just sent the email, saying she was still alive, but still having doubts, she made a call. Going to this step, this possibility is more suspicious than worry.

"I am usually worried about it."

Kurt answered Sora's question in surprise, but at least Sora didn't know Illumi, and Illumi was somehow relieved because she wouldn't kill her as usual.

"I am grateful, but am I that unreliable?"

"It's not like that, but..."

Sora tilted her head again at Kalluto's slurred words, thinking that if he didn't want to talk, it wouldn't be good to keep asking him, so she changed the subject.

"Oh, by the way, Kalluto, it just so happens your brother is also taking the exam."

"Eh!? Sora, I met my brother!? I'm still alive after meeting you!?"

"What do you think of your own brother!"

Upon learning that he was together with his runaway brother, he had expected him to be surprised, but he was more surprised than imagined, and worried in a direction he hadn't anticipated. "? Killua-nii—san?"

"Yes, it's Killua. Who else would it be?"

"Ah... right, that's correct. I understand. Big brother, I'm going to participate in the Hunter Exam."

Kalluto skillfully dodged Sora's question.

It was good to know that Illumi was already at the exam at this time, but perhaps because he spent most of his imagination and thinking on Shogi, where he constantly repelled countless deaths that could occur a second later, Sora could avoid ambushes and accidents on a foreseeable level in the future, but conversely, he was strangely unintelligent when encountering danger that had a little room for maneuver.

Perhaps because of the preconceived notion of "If Illumi is here, I will commit suicide, regardless of TPO," Sora understood why Kalluto was so worried, and why he was surprised by his statement, "I have a brother." I couldn't help myself, so I continued to speak.

"Only Killua has the same hair color as his father. But if you look closely, Kurt's face looks more like Killua's, rather than Illumi's or Miruki's."

"...!... I don't think so?"

Hearing Sora's words, Kurt made a slightly happy sound. Then he hesitated for a moment and asked.

"... Sora. Brother, have you returned home?"

"Hmm? I told you not to run away without facing your family, but Killua's life belongs to Killua, so I have no reason to complain about him running away without facing them."

For the first time, feeling like a monster that was usually straightforward, Kalluto felt more refreshed. The reason why he no longer felt cold toward Sora's words might be because even though he thought that way, he still gave the Suggestion to "face my family."

"Well, even if you don't return, it doesn't change the fact that we are brothers. At least Killua seems to like talking about Silva, Zeno, and you. It's fine."

Most importantly, Sora and Kurt got more than just the words "I will convince Killua to return," and the anxiety that had been growing since Killua left home also disappeared.

"... I see."

"Yes."

"............ I see."

I don't know where he said it, but Kalluto prayed that his eldest brother didn't hear it. If you ask me, Sora might be more dangerous than Killua.

Just as Kalluto was worrying about how to give this bit of advice, Sora lowered his voice slightly and said.

"... Kalluto, sorry, can you hang up? I'll call you back when I'm free."

Sure enough, Kalluto wasn't that bad either; he replied, "Why?"

I thought my eldest brother had finally lost his patience, but I knew Sora wasn't qualified to say such things either, so I just said, "Yeah. Then try your best to survive."

After all, he couldn't give any Suggestion for Illumi, but Kalluto decided to think positively; if Killua were there, his eldest brother wouldn't be so unreasonable.

Of course, he also knew that because of Killua's presence, he might be subjected to unreasonable blows, but this irresponsible thought came from a strange trust that the hardships in Sora's exam would be this much anyway. Just say, "Do your best," and end it.

Even Kalluto couldn't imagine Sora's hardships being watched by a pervert who even dragged his eldest brother out.

During the call with Kalluto, he felt that bloody desire behind him again. He wanted to ignore it, but since it was break time, it was easy to imagine that he would follow him even if he ignored him, so Sora turned around in disgust...

"You stubborn, perverted, crazy crow... who are you!?"

However, when I turned around to examine the other person carefully, the cursing turned into genuine surprise.

"How terrible, have you already forgotten me?" The other person said in his usual unique, disgusting, sticky voice, but Sora widened his eyes and asked in confusion, "No, seriously. Who are you!?" he shouted.

Regarding this reaction, probably no one would tell Sora to "read the atmosphere."

Of course, it wasn't that Sora didn't know who he was, but unsurprisingly, he shouted, "Who on earth are you!?" Instead, it was a cry because it was understood.

Like Sora, Hisoka, who had washed his face, removed his makeup, and let his hair down, was an orthodox handsome man. Although you could tell who he was, you couldn't imagine it from that clown appearance.

"Are you surprised by my true face?" Sora showed a suspicious sadness and finally admitted that the other person was Hisoka.

"Strange... why do you wear that kind of makeup?"

"Is this your catchphrase?"

After giving Sora a handsome greeting, Hisoka chuckled.

"Besides, can't you tell me about wasting a Treasure? Or are you inviting me?"

Hisoka stared at Sora's exposed waist, slender abs, and soft chest curves with a sticky gaze and said.

Sora's appearance, which could be worn by adults and children, men and women, miraculously reconciled the aesthetics of all ages and genders. Doing anything seemed to be a serious strike.

"I don't know why."

But of course, in Sora's view, "looking delicious" was nothing but the worst to him. While she denied it firmly, she unzipped the sleeves tied around her waist at high speed, put them on, and zipped up to her neck to hide her exposed skin.

"If it's nothing, then disappear. I mean, even if you have something, don't get involved with me."

"Alright, wait."

Hisoka grabbed the arm of Sora, who was preparing to give up and run away, stopping him.

Before shaking off the held arm, Sora used a sexy expression that would make a normal woman who didn't know the identity of this pervert and had no sense of urgency go crazy inadvertently.

"Hey, Sora, why don't you?"

"Ah, what?"

Faced with the sudden untitled invitation, Sora looked confused and wanted to shake him off, but his arm half-stopped, and he asked more bluntly than "Who are you?"

Hisoka was a little taken aback by this reaction, but still said frankly.

"Gender."

"Pei!"

Hearing these simple words, Sora made a chick-like sound, widened his eyes, and made a completely meaningless sound. At the same time, his face began to turn red, and he started to panic.

I know people look at me with sex, which is why I feel disgusted, but Hisoka had a strange idea that her sexual desire and fighting desire were completely linked, rather than independent of each other. Sora seemed to have done it.

The ordinary Sora would usually end this level of Harassment with the word "disgusting," but because he was confused by the unexpected development due to his strange assumption, Sora would not see anyone in this world or that world. I don't want to die, but I want to beat myself to the point of death.

Then, that "more important than anything" looked at the panicked Sora and asked, looking really happy, happy, and delicious.

"Oh? Is it your first time?"

"Pfft..."

This time, he made a pigeon-like sound, blushed from his face to his neck, and fell into complete silence.

During the first exam, he publicly committed Harassment against Gon and Leorio.

On the contrary, this man, relying on his strange intuition, must have understood that Sora attacked him first, because he did not resist, nor did he want to be touched.

At first, I was just a little curious about the fact that my skin became more complex after taking a bath.

Also, I didn't want to destroy those green fruits before they ripened; I had thought that forcing it as a way to be deeply hated by Sora and the fruits would be nice, but Hisoka's unexpectedly childish reaction was Hisoka's sadistic heart. Provoked.

"Oh, this is a good reaction. It's fresh, unexpected, and looks delicious."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait! Seriously, wait!"

"Yeah, I'm waiting. I'll just wait."

"Sorry, correction! Stop now, please stop!!"

Avoiding death is a godsend, but Hisoka has no intention of killing Sora at all right now; if that were the case, you would lose the Escape you would never lose, and Hisoka would force you into a Kabedon.

Of course, one could directly stab the line or point, but Sora's confusion is quite significant, because he does not want to touch this guy, because he does not want to touch this guy, due to his physiological disgust rather than morality.

"I can't help it. Sora is really good, so I can't help but feel thirsty."

"Then go drink some water!"

For a while, everything returned to normal, but after I regained my composure, I realized the situation was at its worst, and I was going to be confused again.

A place is a place; when one shouts for help, someone will come, but if the other party is this person, even if someone comes, one cannot count on getting help.

They would absolutely pretend not to see, and Hisoka probably lacks common sense to stop just because someone came. On the contrary, it is easy for Sora to imagine him saying things like "It's more exciting when being watched," and Sora wants to cry.

"I'd rather watch Sora drink. Can you hold it in your mouth, lick it, sip it, and then swallow it?"

"What are you doing! No, don't say that!"

In fact, Sora shouted at the perfectly composed Hisoka with tears in his eyes, and he continued to sexually harass her in a Kabedon pose.

"If you shout too loudly, people will come."

I said something I didn't want Sora to hit, and the Magician-like slender fingers touched the zipper of Sora's jumpsuit and slowly pulled it down.

However, Sora encouraged herself; she is not the kind of woman who gives up and forgives, and she shouted at Hisoka while breaking his hand.

"Noisy Baka! I want it! Come on!"

"Don't want it anymore, you idiot!!"

A Wooden Sword connected by a rope like nunchucks flew toward Sora, and Sora, with a confused face, made a statement that could be taken as permission rather than refusal.

It was not Hisoka in front of him, but Sora, who was forced into a Kabedon by the Wall, flying in a straight line.

Even in a chastity crisis, Sora was surprised that his body moved on its own when revived, and he was somewhat escaping reality.

Just like that, Sora was held tightly by Kurapika.

Kurapika's eyes were dyed scarlet, holding Sora tightly in his arms, not letting him be taken away, not letting him leave, not letting anyone interfere, as if he were certain this was not a dream. He confessed his unspeakable affection to the other party.

"Don't get close, don't touch, don't look, don't get involved! Sora is mine!!"

Although my relationship with Kurapika has just begun, I don't have much of a relationship with Kurapika, so I thought for a moment that it should be classmate Kurapika's turn... but classmate Hisoka is really too good.

Please, someone do something about this pervert.