#kallufei

Okay!

1. Who makes the first move and how?

Hm, tough to say, but I think Feitan would, simply because Kalluto is way more willing to play out the long game rather than talk things out and progress things, so Feitan would have to take the first leap.

13. When do they realise they should get together?

After a particularly hard and dangerous fight they had to endure together, they understand that they can’t keep tiptoeing around their relationship because one day the other could be suddenly gone, and they can’t bear to think that could happen without at least enjoying the time they have together to its fullest.

29. Why do they fall a little bit more in love?

For Feitan, its whenever Kalluto outsmarts him or catches him off guard. It could be for any little reason, like beating him in a game or making him coffee one day without prompt.

☾ - Sleep Headcanon

Usually he sleeps curled up and near the bottom of the bed, buried under blankets with pillows surrounding him on all sides. If one’s quiet enough, they can hear him make small whining or grunting noises as he shifts in his sleep. Typically he sleeps without recalling his dreams when he wakes up, and this pleases him, since the majority of what he does remember are never pleasant.

★ - Sad Headcanon

The first pet Feitan had was a small, scrawny cat with ribs showing. It could be barely called a pet, let alone living with how little it ate, and yet it persisted. One day, a day he and Chrollo actually had a bit of surplus on food, they collected some water from a nearby roof gutter with a broken bowl and set that down with a little bit of scrapped meat. The kitten ended up following them home, and Feitan was elated and asked his mom if they could keep it. His mom knew it wouldn’t last much longer, but agreed anyways, knowing there’d be no point in refusing. For the next few weeks, the cat and him were inseperable, and Feitan made sure to brush it’s patchy fur every day with the broken comb he kept hidden under the mat. When the cat died, he cried for a week. It was given a proper burial, with a small rock marking where its body had been laid to rest. The day before the Phantom Troupe officially left Meteor City, Feitan revisted the small grave to say good bye and to pray for it once more.

☆ - Happy Headcanon

It was hard to find companionship in a world of thievery. Hell, it was hard to trust anyone, let alone those within ones particular trade. He thought he’d seen everything there was to see by that point, but then something stuck out to him. He couldn’t quite pinpoint it immediately, but he knew it was…refreshing in a way he hadn’t felt before.

Kalluto, the newly recruited troupe member and fourth child of the current Zoldyck head killed in a fashion he hadn’t ever recalled seeing before. It was an art with him, and while the boy insisted he was just wasting time and that it wasn’t really much, he could see the glint of excitement in his eyes from being complimented on his skills. Not long after, Kalluto gets to see him in action (not as much as seeing as it is escaping from his hatsu), and the boy really tries to start impressing him.

It’s cute, he thinks to himself, that he’s become the unexpected idol for such a kid. While he’s flattered, he doesn’t really feel like he’s fit for such a child, and he tells him straight up one day, but Kalluto goes so red in the face he thought he’d pass out. He was scolded, and while he tried to look around for help all he could find were snickering faces as a ten year old lectured him about the meaning of his importance. He was baffled to say the least, he couldn’t even be upset that he had basically been yelled at, and it also made him feel a bit warm on the inside. He was later called out for blushing, and he just dismissed it by saying they were seeing things, but he had really been flustered and hadn’t known what to do.

When he went to talk to Kalluto about it, they tried to deflect it, but he shook his head. He could tell it was important for the boy, his role models so far in life hadn’t been… great, and while he wasn’t much better, he was probably the best they’d get. Feitan thanked him, and while Kalluto was confused, he accepted it, albeit cautiously.

Thank you so much anon! It took me a while to getting around to post these because of graduation, but I hope you enjoy them nonetheless, and thank you for following me in the first place!

It was in one of the rare moments that the troupe gathered that Chrollo had suggested playing a game of hide and seek to sharpen their skills, all of course without using Nen. Feitan hadn’t been too keen on participating, but couldn’t really say no to him, even if it did sound absolutely ridiculous. So there he was, crawling into a kitchen cabinet that really had no business holding a person and shutting the door behind him.

He readjusted, pulling up his robe a bit so that he could sit on some of the bundled fabric instead of flat wood, and waited. He could still hear Franklin counting from the main hall when he heard rustling outside of his door. He stiffened, pulling in his legs as a door a bit in front of him opened. Before he could protest, Kalluto had climbed their way into it the small space as well, and only looked over to see Feitan when they stepped on his foot.

“Oh.”

“Get out.” He hissed.

“What?” Kalluto shook their head furiously as they moved completely in, the door shutting behind them. “No!”

“I found it first,” Feitan argued as they struggled for a bit, fighting for what little space there was. “Go find your own spot!”

“But I-”

“Ready or not, here I come!” They both froze at Franklin’s voice.

Feitan looked back over to Kalluto, who silently nodded their head, settling down with a soft thump. The transmuter crossed his arms, snuggling closer to the corner as he tried to get comfortable. Remind him again how this was suppose to help the troupe bond? And how was this helping their skills if they couldn’t use Nen? He shook his head, looking over to Kalluto who had taken out some paper and was folding it silently, his eyebrows furrowed together in concentration.

He rolled his eyes. Yeah, definitely building a sense of camaraderie. From his position he could hear the floorboards creaking underneath Franklin’s weight, the sound causing the young assassin across from him to flicker their eyes to the cabinet door a few times.

“Isn’t there a base or something we could go to?” Feitan murmured aloud, growing bored of the cramped space.

“I do not believe this version of the game allows for that, it would have had to been specified in the beginning before we all left.” Kalluto replied smoothly, not losing their rhythm with the paper project. Feitan exhaled silently, slumping against the hard wall behind him. He couldn’t hear Franklin anymore, meaning he had wandered off to another part of the building they were occupying. Well, at least he could carry on a conversation without having to worry about being found.

“Whatcha’ making?” He inquired, flicking at the edge of a paper flap. The boy scrunched up his nose, retracting his arms as much as he could.

“You’ll see when I’m done.” He must’ve made a face, because Kalluto relaxed a bit, tilting their head to the side. “Wait, are you actually curious or are you just looking to make fun of me?”

Feitan raised his eyebrows at the last bit, moving so he could better look at the boy when he spoke. “I’ve only seen them a couple times in Meteor City and I’ve always admired people who could take something so simple and make it so complex and yet so beautiful at the same time. So, in a sense, origami interests me.” Kalluto nodded his head, casting his gaze back down to the half-finished creation. Feitan continued, not wanting the conversation to drop. “Anyone who would make fun of you for that must have a lack of understanding of the arts. What you’re doing is more than impressive, especially if you’re doing it all from memory. What you have is a talent and a gift, and no one should tell you otherwise.” Feitan looked away, not wanting meet the assassin’s shocked look. “If anyone does, you come to me and I’ll go have a talk with them.”

Silence fell despite Feitan’s wishes and Kalluto shifted their focus back to the paper, folding and creasing it at odd angles. He squirmed uncomfortably, trying to focus on the now multiple footsteps that were roaming the halls, some ‘found’ participants calling out names in hopes of getting a reaction. He heard a pair of feet run past the kitchen, not once stopping to check inside, and then the majority of the sounds retreated at the yelp from another victim.

He felt a little tap on his shoulder, so light he almost missed it. He turned, only be greeted by a small paper crane hovering by his nose.

“It’s for you.”

Feitan took the small figure into his hands, marveling at the intricacy of it. He looked back up from the creation to tilt his head at Kalluto, a silent “Why?” echoing between them. The boy shrugged as he looked away muttering, bringing a sleeve up to cover his face.

Feitan blinked. “What?” Kalluto fidgeted some more, pulling the other sleeve up to cover what the transmuter assumed was blush.

“I said,” he started slowly, trying to avoid eye contact, “because no one’s ever complimented me before. That’s why I gave the crane to you.”

Feitan felt his own face heat up at the comment as he turned his head to awkwardly cough into his hand. “I see, well, thank you. I’ll make sure to take good care of it.” Out of the corner of his eye he see Kalluto nod, after of which they slipped into a semi-comfortable silence, both of them now hyper focused on each other’s presence but trying to concentrate on the game.

Oh my this will certainly be fun to do! This is with an older Kalluto! Who also happens to be taller than Feitan… enjoy!

#8: “Wanna bet?”

Had to look this up to know what it was but I can get you what you need anon! (Also for this it will be aged up Kalluto to make this appropriate!)