#killua x reader

G.F

he enjoys the sight of your little doodles and even offers to let you draw on him.

after seeing you do this so frequently, he’d get an idea. instead of drawing on yourself with markers, why don’t you paint? this would be self indulgent for gon, since he found out he liked the sensation of the brush on his skin. but who knows? maybe it’s beneficial to you too if you like the new medium.

K.Z

he would tease you at first, calling it childish and messy.

“drawing on yourself again? pfft you’re gonna die of ink poisoning some day.”

don’t take that seriously because he actually finds your designs insanely cool. when he’s in a softer mood, he might sit and watch you draw, lost in thought and curious about your artistic process.

he loves anything with dragons and might even come up with a sketch of one you can do that runs all along your arm. you’d find it in one of his notebooks and surprise him the next time you saw each other.

K.K

kurapika would notice you doing this all the time if you worked with him. he knew that letting you sit in his lap as he researched meant his pens would eventually find their way into your hands.. he won’t say anything.

however, he would prefer you didn’t draw on his hands since he’s usually using them. it also comes off as a bit unprofessional for him to have doodles all over in front of a client. he might even hand you a notepad to encourage you to busy yourself a different way.

but man, imagine you drew chains up your arm and pretended to shoot chain jail at him or something. the sight would be so utterly endearing that he’d look away, the beginnings of a grin forming on his lips.

L.P

i can see leorio being the type to sketch things in the bylines of notes, tapping his pen against his chin—things that he picked up in med school. so when he sees you drawing on yourself, he can understand it. other than that, he really doesn’t care or notice most of the time.

he may point it out if your skin gets irritated or if you try to draw over broken skin. do that and he’ll pass you some sticky notes and tell you to draw on that instead.

H.M

this is the guy that draws teardrops and stars on his face every single day. your artistry is absolutely shared. perhaps he’ll even ask you to draw those symbols on him some days, so he can carry a little piece of you with him during battle.

maybe you’d draw a four leaf clover before one of his fights for luck—of which he’d promptly erase. why? because he doesn’t need it, of course.

I.Z

illumi is completely confused by this habit. he hardly understands most hobbies, so idle past-times like this make even less sense. but when it comes to you, he always lets you do as you please, accepting that he won’t understand your normality.

want to draw on him? he doesn’t care. just don’t be upset when he makes you wipe it off later.

C.L

watching you doodle on yourself is an endearing pastime for him. he’s honestly just fascinated by all of your behaviors. why do you draw on your hands instead of paper? is it a sign that you’re bored? some hint that you want to enter the tattoo artist occupation?

he’d ask you all of these things while you draw and you’d probably tune it all out. not that he cares; he hopes to find the answer himself.

extra!

UVOGIN

he loves your little quirk, telling you to decorate his torso and arms with your designs. he’s like a blank canvas for you, as long as you’re okay with his endless talking the whole time.

he will absolutely kill you if he catches you drawing a dick on him AND consider your doodling privileges revoked! indefinitely! (a word he learned from chrollo).

SHALNARK

also loves your creativity, though he insists that you use a digital platform instead. he’s even hacked into programs like adobe so you can have premium subscriptions, but you brush it off. you prefer your skin after all.

at that, he’s pretty confused, viewing things more technically. isn’t it more annoying because of how skin can move? or how the natural oils on your hands messes up the pen tip? after giving you a whole lecture on the disadvantage of hand drawing, you finally give in to trying digital art.

now, if you decided to draw on him instead, all of those cons would suddenly vanish.

SHIZUKU

draw on yourself all you like—she would take a long time to actually notice. one day she’d randomly spot your drawings, raising a brow at them.

“when’d you get those tattoos?” and after you explain that not only are they pen ink, but that they’ve been there for days, she’s very shocked that she didn’t see them earlier.

as for writing on shizuku? it’d be a huge help if you wrote out reminders for her, one she’d definitely thank you for.

PAKUNODA

she finds it super adorable of you, offering her own arms to draw on and even giving you ideas here and there. she’ll frequently ask you what you’re drawing, nodding her head as if especially interested in this little hobby.

one of her favorite things to do would be to cuddle while you doodle.

MACHI

machi’s very observant and would notice pretty soon after meeting you. she’d assume it’s a habit of boredom, so try not to do it mid-conversation. if you do? she’ll guide your chin up with her hands with a muttered:

“are you even listening?” and all of her usual sass. if you want to scribble on her, expect to be told no. but perhaps at night, when she’s laying in bed and much softer.. she might humor you.

FEITAN

he thinks it’s stupid and eyes you dubiously as you draw away on your hands during a troupe meeting. his gaze just keeps drifting over to you as chrollo talks. when he gets the chance to speak to you, the first thing he does is tug your hands closer so he can at least see the thing that took up all your attention.

“silly scribbles. why do them?”

When he saw you for the truest version of yourself despite you never losing the charisma; it was the only thing Gon could see. 

Rage, poison, bitterness, everything you saw yourself as. 

Gon never saw you that way, truly he tries his best to help you. 

He’s very expressive with his actions, words, he won’t do something he doesn’t mean. 

Whether it's trying to get you to express how you truly feel, or making sure he’s always there to protect you. 

Gon knows your life mission and he supports you, but he doesn’t want to watch you die trying. 

Scenario

Gon had invited you to explore the forest of whale island and considering you weren’t familiar with the area, he wanted to show you around. He had been in there more than a dozen times despite learning his lesson when a bear had attacked him as a child. That didn’t deter him from going back, now Gon was taking you for a quiet walk. 

He’s quite a talker and much sillier than you but it was comfortable. You’re not quick to act on how you feel at the moment, only doing what you know will be best for the long run. While he was, ‘That's tomorrow's problem, not mine.’ 

Still, it works wonders between the two of you. 

“Hey, You made it!” A voice called, head perked up at the sight of you. Gon rushed over to you, walking back to the edge of the forest but now with you. “Hey Gon! I wouldn’t miss it.” You laughed quietly, his excitement rubbed off on you the more time you spent with him. 

The spiked haired boy continued to walk next to you, talking about the randomest things. From how his day went to whatever popped up in his mind. 

You smiled and let him speak his mind, speaking when there was room for you to pop a question. Gon lit up when you spoke, answering your question and telling you more information than necessary. 

The grass crunched with every step, you assumed this grass had never been stepped on. Gon always found nice spots to take you so you didn’t doubt it was secluded. “You okay?” His head tilted, scanning your figure in the process. Your attention went back to him in a millisecond, the green of the grass quickly shifted into the green on his hair. 

“Yeah, What happened? You’re feeling okay?” You moved the question to him, nothing had happened to you. So something must’ve felt off or happened to him while you weren’t paying attention. Gon hummed with a subtle nod of his head, “I’m okay! I was asking you because well..” He lingered over your shoulder, head especially close to yours. “Because?” You repeated quietly looking over your shoulder at him. 

“You seem angry, I can smell it. It’s coming from you.” His nose grazed your neck, accentuating his point of it being you. 

“It doesn’t smell bad, does it?” Your eyes followed him, only seeing his hairs green ends. Gon stood straight, “No, It has its own scent like a type of nen except instead of feeling it, I smell it.” 

“That’s interesting,” He always did have a freakishly good sense of smell but was it obvious enough for him to pinpoint it to you? 

“Yes, I am angry but not at you.” You spoke up before he could, giving him the answer he already knew. “I noticed it when I met you, I never assumed it was because of me.” Gon smiled at you, scratching the back of his head. 

“Really?” Your eyebrows furrowed and you bit back a deep sigh. Not one of surprise, but instead one of relief. The words expressing your growing anger had never escaped your lips, or been brought up in any other way. Almost like something that should not be spoken of. 

Gon hummed, looking around seeing all the things being beautifully illuminated by the sunset. “Why are you angry?” His eyes still looked forward but his words were directed to you. “I’ve never seen you mad, at least not genuinely.” His tone was soft, though being quite reckless, he tried to think before speaking with you. 

“That’s a long story, we’ll talk about it another time. Is that okay with you?” You smiled. Not about your situation, but Gon was trying and it was clear. “Yeah! Just know I’ll be here. Alright??”

His pinkie extended to yours. 

Killua

Killua isn’t the type to express how frustrated he is, not on purpose at least. However it's visible with the way his eyebrows furrow and his scowl grows. 

You weren’t like that, you seemed so down to earth; at peace with the world. It took him some time watching to realize that wasn’t the case. 

The way you were passive aggressive with yourself when you were ‘alone.’ The slight head shake you gave when people called you kind, thanking them with grace.

It might've been the overpowering aura, that you couldn’t even hide yourself. 

Killua learned what had happened to you, and it was eye opening to say the least. 

He didn't know how to feel because truthfully he wanted his parents and his brothers dead. Alluka was the exception. 

He had seen and lived tragedies, but it was different to know things happened to you. You were the opposite, you didn’t want any of them dead. You would've given up your life if theirs was promised. 

Killua tries to do things with you, take your mind off or make you more at peace for even just a moment. 

Even offering to kill anyone of your choosing, Killua wouldn’t hesitate to contact his family with empty promises to make sure it was done. 

You never said yes, so he’ll stick around you to make sure you don’t get too hurt. 

Killua knows you can handle yourself, but he doesn’t want you to have to be strong all the time. 

Scenario

Killua watched you intently, waiting for you to make one wrong move. You had walked into the large room, and shut the door too aggressively. But that wasn’t why he was watching, not entirely at least.

You hadn’t done anything wrong from the moment he met you. 

Regardless of his attitude, snarkyness, and avoidance, that never discouraged you from talking to him. That stood out to him the most, you were kind regardless of how he acted. That didn’t mean you were just passive of how he acted, you scolded him like a child which he enjoyed deep down. 

Killua straightened up when he heard it, the cracks that came from your clenched hands. “You okay?” He spoke up with his usual tone but it hid the hesitancy he felt.

You looked back to where he sat, “Yes, I am. Are you okay?” You threw the question back at him, scanning his figure in the process. He approached whilst watching you right back. The same way you analyzed him to see what could possibly be off, was how he had been watching you. 

His hands found his pants pockets hiding the finger tapping he was actively doing. Killua wasn’t fond of being an open book to those who wanted to know how he felt.

“I’m fine. You just haven’t seemed okay recently..” He stood in front of you, it wasn’t a big deal in the slightest but carried such a heavy importance. 

“Huh?” You struggled to respond, but Killua tried his best. “Is it a person, a place, a thing?” He swallowed hard enough for you to hear, the way his ears flushed told you it wasn’t intentional. You smiled, shaking your head. “That sounds awfully familiar, a noun?” 

“I guess so,” Killua looked off to the side, “Well..?” His eyes couldn’t stay in a particular place, he was nervous. 

“Its complicated, but the short answer is that it’s a person. I suppose I’m getting less patient by the day, so I may seem angrier.” You spoke with an inimitable certainty, not speaking of it as shameful anger nor someone to be scared of. It was a form of acceptance. 

“A person..?” Killua repeated it the way you said it, not a question or a mere word. It was a statement that he couldn’t quite understand. Someone was making you angry of all people, the kindest girl he had ever met ? 

You nodded, “Something like that at least.” A soft sigh escaped you, closing your eyes momentarily to think. It would be hard to explain all of it to a boy of that background.

Killua still has feelings and emotions like any other, but he wouldn’t understand to the fullest extent considering how desensitized he was. “I can handle it for you-” 

“No, I can’t let you do that.” 

Killua reached deeper into his pocket, fishing out his bug phone. “Then, my dad or grandpa will do it. I’ll tell ‘em that I’ll come back home if they do.” 

You snatched the phone out of his hands, his whine followed immediately . “Let me help you damn it!” 

Kurapika

Kurapika finds comfort in how welcoming you are. The fact you whole heartedly understood his own anger, and didn’t see him differently.

 He feels like a monster at times, like he is undeserving of your kindness. Kurapika didn’t know you saw yourself as an angry girl when he saw you as the exact opposite. 

He’s used to your gentle touches, though he isn’t the most affectionate. He enjoys it. 

Your hands gripping the bottom of your shirt didn't go unnoticed by him. Nor was the more frequent trips to your prayer room.

The heavier footsteps weren't different from to the average person. However it wasn’t normal for you to do.

He was direct when questioning you, not wanting to wrongfully accuse you of anything. Kurapika learned and immediately understood your built up anger that was expressed in such subtle ways.

He saw himself in you, you tried your best to be kind even when your anger rapidly grew. Kurapika likes to ask you about your plans, seeing if they're similar to his. He knows he might die during his but he gets upset when you accept that fate for yourself. 

Not because he wants you to give up on revenge, Kurapika just doesn’t want you to feel as he does. 

His goal is to hunt down every member of the phantom troupe but he couldn’t say it didn’t shift to include helping you too. 

Kurapika felt even more so connected to you, he could relax knowing someone knew almost exactly how he felt. 

He’ll keep an eye on you to make sure you’re safe.

Scenario

Kurapika was getting busier by the day. The hunt for the phantom troupe was to say the least, exhausting. He was overworked, his duty of being the last kurta weighed heavier. Safe to say, he wouldn’t have been able to get up some of these days without you. 

He was grateful to have you by his side, and considered himself lucky to be by yours. 

“Are you doing alright?” You came from behind him with a cup of tea. Your fingertips burned, a red hue started to pick up. “You seem tired,” Your word choices were careful, and so was how you placed down the tea without a clink against the wooden desk. 

Kurapika wore a weary smile, “I’m okay, I’ll go to sleep soon.” His eyes drifted to the tea placed to the side of his papers. “Thank you.” 

He received a hum of acknowledgement, “Do you need help with that?” Your head signaled to the paperwork, some were actual paperwork while others were information on the troupe.

Strategies, plans, possibilities, location, “I may understand more than you know. Let me help you.” You insisted with your hands on his shoulders before you walked off, coming back with another chair. 

“You don’t have to, it can be very mentally taxing. I don’t want you to-” Kurapika was cut off, “But I want to, this isn’t a type of burden. It’s helping you besides you’ve had a massive workload recently.” You spoke up, your hand swept the hair from his face to behind his ear. “Better..” 

You sat with him, hearing him occasionally sip the tea you had made while the two of you worked on papers. You started with a small stack that held information on the scarlet eyes.

The Kurta massacre, no work necessarily had to be done on them but you still read over it. Kurapika had told you all about it when you asked, finally receiving a form of comfort on it. He had stayed kind despite going through so much, that was one thing you aimed towards. All of this just reminded you of how bitter you felt towards it all. 

Maybe he was angry too. 

“You’ve done a lot better than me, you’re one of the kindest people I know.” You broke the silence with a small comment that confused him to a degree. It seemed like a compliment at first, and it was. However, he caught on that there was more to it than that, you were actively comparing yourself to him.

What purpose did that hold?

Kurapika's eyebrows furrowed, “I’ve done better than you?” His attention was fully on you, the papers forgotten for what seemed like the first time today. “You’re still kind despite being given all the reason in the world not to be. When the people most important to me died, I couldn’t help feeling so angry.” Your eyes were still set on the papers in front of you, small black and white pictures with poor quality of the aftermath.

Your words sat long, marinating in the silence that had been built in mere seconds.

“You’re the best person I’ve ever met. You aren’t what you think you are.” He spoke up with certainty filling the air. 

Kurapika won’t pry but he’ll do anything to make sure you get the revenge he yearns for too. 

Chrollo

Chrollo finds you quite charming, the honey practically dripping off of you with every move you make. 

This put aside, he knows how to act and look on command to be ‘likeable’ to an extent. 

He knew about your past, what made you who you were today. 

What brought you to be by his side, to be okay with sitting next to a criminal. 

You were kind, loyal, and so much more that he couldn’t name in one measly day. 

It intrigued him, human behavior and why you still acted this way despite having such a past. 

Chrollo didn’t enjoy seeing you degrade yourself, even mentally where he couldn't hear it. But he always had a way of knowing so he brought it up to you. 

He would expect your honesty and nothing less considering that’s all you’ve shown all this time. 

When you give the answer he expects, he’ll linger more often. 

Chrollo knows you’ll want to deal with this by yourself but he can’t help intervening. 

You’ll just have to forgive him for trying to take care of your problem himself. 

Or if you find out before he takes action, don’t agree, and insist you’re capable, he’ll stand by the sidelines to still be there if needed. 

Scenario

Chrollo had been staying in your vicinity, always a call away despite how busy life got.

Whenever you thought too long he was quick to snap you out of it. Not letting your mind wander for even a second. He didn’t do this with the purpose to bother you, but with the intention to keep your grievance from growing. 

The past you lived was one he felt partially guilty for, he had terrorized many people in such a manner. That wasn’t something he would blink twice about, it just wasn’t acceptable when it happened to you. 

Chrollo had a goal in mind that he planned to keep away from you entirely. Your blessing would not be granted if he asked to torment any one you had a vendetta with. It would be because you didn’t want to burden him with the troubles you were carrying, Chrollo couldn’t help not find it sweet. 

“Why did I find Shalnark searching for information on the murderer?” You had spoken so casually that it sounded like you were asking what he was craving for dinner. Chrollo enjoyed your pleasant voice, but he understood that you were smart enough to know a member wouldn’t do that unless asked to. 

“Love, can I not look for more information to help your hunt?” He smiled, trying to make it seem like he had only done it for your benefit. No ulterior motive in mind, not that he would outright want to tell you about. 

Your hand delicately held the door frame, grounding you to the room. “Is that the case?” You tilted your head with a questioning smile. “You would’ve told me prior if it were.” You didn’t outright accuse him of lying, just calmly stated your beliefs. Chrollo knew he would have to be truthful, it was hard to hide things from you. 

Chrollo stood up, walking over to where you stood. His fingers trailed down your arm until his hand intertwined with yours. “I didn’t want you to stop me. You’ve been getting more self-disciplinary in the most unhealthy way.”  

You didn’t pull away from his grip, instead finding comfort in it. He knew you like the back of his hand even with you being so reserved. Even if all the battles you were dealing with were in your head, he just knew. “Is it bothering you? If it is, I apologize for that..” 

“Yes, just not in the way you’re thinking of.” His thumb slowly grazed over your hand, “I’m worried for you, you’re truly wonderful. A blessing in other words, it’s bothersome to see how much this affects you.” He spoke with purpose, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

You didn’t have much words, only wearing a flustered face. Chrollo succeeded, he enjoyed making you a wee bit nervous. It was always amusing to see you thank him after trying to keep a neutral face when he spoke highly of you. 

“You’re too kind Chrollo..” Your head bow was interrupted when he held your chin. “You are,” Chrollo gave you a quick kiss on your forehead, “I’ll take care of this, please let me.” 

Feitan

Feitan found you to be quite the opposite of him. 

You were patient and kind. A sort of unspoken class he thought he could never reach. 

That didn’t mean he didn’t like you, that wasn’t the case at all. 

If the two of you were alone there would most likely be a comfortable silence, and he was okay with that. 

Your anger was never misdirected but it was always there. Whether at the pit of your stomach or the tip of your tongue, it never left you. 

At times, he would notice. Feitan would see you handle things with grace but more privately sit alone with a blank expression. 

He never wanted to hurt you by asking but he knew something had to be up. There was no way you could be so perfect, with the way you walked and talked. 

It would make him be ever so slightly softer with you. 

Feitan could understand being angry, but he respected you for never making it any one's problem. 

He wouldn’t be so against helping you reach your goal if you ever told him. 

Even he could sense the rather nasty feelings when you sat in silence for too long. 

He’d promise himself to make sure it didn’t take over your life.

Scenario

Feitan wasn’t close to you. Not at first. He was rather blunt when he did speak, not finding the extra effort in things necessary. That system worked for him, until you started coming around more often. Not for him, it was for business or meetings you would have with other members. 

Occasionally he would be among those chairs that were in front of yours. It was like talking to an angel in the simplest terms. Though the two of you wouldn’t converse much, he saw you as the most genuine state of politeness. Feitan was okay with that relationship, not one keen to change. 

It felt effortless, as smooth as silk. Feitan started to be more expectant of your presence than your absence. He didn’t even catch himself in the act of all this until it was too late. 

There you were, he had been in the area and recognized you almost immediately. You were alone, sitting in front of a flowing river. The troupe was there to deal with some business but he had finished his task first. Which meant he was free till the rest finished up with theirs. 

You stared down at the ripples of water, the calm flow filling your ears. It was rather a contrast to how you felt. Angry, so very angry. The feeling wasn’t worn on your face but it was still visible to those who took note of the smaller things. 

Feitan made up for his silence by his attention to detail. 

“The troupe is here too?” You spoke up without hesitation, you knew who was there. He stood behind you, he assumed you heard the crunching of the grass beneath his feet.

“Yes,” He pulled his jacket down from his face so he didn’t sound muffled, “I’m waiting.” Feitan wasn’t one of many words so it definitely seemed like he was trying to talk to you. If he didn’t want to talk, he wouldn't. 

You looked back at him, eyes exploring his face. “You don’t want to sit down?” You spoke low, offering him to sit down next to you out of habit. Feitan stared at the ground complying faster than he would admit he did. 

It was silent for the most part, comfortable at first. The sounds of the water running and splashing against the rocks filled the air. Feitan started to think of it though, the longer the silence went on. You were in a secluded place, alone, and dead silent staring off. 

If something didn’t happen beforehand, it must've been something bigger bothering you. His thoughts made him feel somewhat softer in the moment. Why was he even talking to you?  

Feitan followed where your eyes stared, “Are you okay?” He spoke gruffly in the same volume he always did. 

“I’m okay, how are you?” You looked back over at him, seeing the furrow in his eyebrows. Feitan let out an irritated sigh, not the kind of answer he was looking for but he won’t push you for more. 

He stared back at you with a plain answer. “Fine..” He looked away, this time up at the sky. The silence stayed until he was about to meet up with the troupe again. It took them longer than he expected but he wasn’t mad about the wait. 

“You’re too proper, say how you actually feel next time. I’m asking for a reason..” That was the most you’ve heard from him in a while. He got up abruptly after speaking, you assumed the others must've finished up whatever they had to do. 

A small smile plastered on your face, you listened, “I’ll try, thank you.” It was casual, until it wasn’t. 

Shalnark

Shalnark was the type to watch from the sidelines. With no malicious intent, or anything in mind and just let his eyes follow. 

Though with this he did like to tease and prod to get other reactions from you. That was just how he was, Shalnark knew you were kind but he was just curious. 

He wouldn’t avoid serious conversations, knowing that was how he would get the most from you. 

Still, you had a pleasant look on your face, he was almost completely sure that was permanent on you. 

Shalnark had stalked around, he knew of your past long before you had said it yourself. 

He’s more likely to still see if he can gauge a reaction from you by lighthearted things but doesn’t like it when others do it. 

He’s respectful when it comes down to talking about your anger and where it's directed. 

Shalnark watches you cautiously, not because he doesn’t have faith in you. He just doesn’t know how much you’ll throw away to win. 

Scenario

Shalnark already knew everything he had to know about you from the moment he started to feel his favoritism for you grow. It wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be to say the least. Hours of searching, even physical papers until he finally understood who you were and where you stood. 

You were kind yet he didn’t understand why. There was the possibility you were because you thought it would grant you more success or maybe you were just raised that way. Shalnark believed it to be the latter, you were just like that. 

He had been trying to get under your skin recently. It had been working so far, you showed your displeasurement with his teasing. Still, he didn’t push personal or deep stuff.

Shalnark was trying to make you be anything else other than perfect. Your attitude would be described as such, you were gentle and caring. 

He wouldn’t mind seeing an angrier version of you. In his own way, he wanted to help you put that anger somewhere else instead of pent up.

So, he poked and poked at you until you showed your frustration. Shalnark didn’t mind the occasional laugh though, his reward after getting hit in the back of the head. 

“Is this annoying?” He asked, poking you in the rib unintentionally tickling you. “No, not at all!” You moved away from the touch as fast as possible. A smile spread across your face, “What’s that for?” 

Shalnark ran his hand through his blond hair, “I wanted to try something, but I should try something else.” He got on his  phone, typing up something too fast for you to guess what it could be. After a few moments of silent searching he put it down, now looking back at you with something sinister. 

You raised an eyebrow at him, you could barely even work a phone while he was searching up evil plans to use against you. How cruel. 

“What are you up to now..?” You stared at him cautiously, “Shalnark?” You called out his name and that's when he stood up. 

Shalnark put his hands up in surrender, “Hear me out okay? I have an idea that can take away your stress with a small pin.” He spoke as if he was a salesian selling a car. 

Despite the oddness of it all, he was trying to help.

 “It’s not that easy, I’m not trying to forget my anger.” You denied the solution he wanted so desperately to give you. Yes, he enjoyed trying to make you aggravated, yes he would prefer if it was all how you genuinely felt. 

Hello hunter x hunter fandom! So what if the anime was released in 2014 and hasn't been alive. What if it might never get more seasons because the animating studio won't start such an old series where some of the va are dead (I saw on one post that Hajime no ippon has 500 more chapters but va died and it was old, so it just got abandoned and will never get a season)

Thats so heartbreaking and ruthless, I'm dead.

Currently I'm an anime only! I have just seen 1 episode which the beginning of greed island arc, so please refrain from spoilers!!

i just binged watched most of the hunter exam arc (from episode 7 or 8) till yorknew city (love you kurapika) and I'm putting it on hold because it's getting too much. I'll watch the movie on a site because netflix doesn't have it.