it gets easier in the telling
summary: “tell us!” killua’s sisters demand. and it’s hard, at first. but eventually, it gets easier for him answer.
notes: hello I am a terrible student who spent an hour wordbarfing feelings about killua and emotions and how his sisters are the best and persistent in what they want, rather than working on my paper due on friday. do not follow my example, fellow kids. do your work, don’t fic. gen, alluka and nanika and killua, with a side of killugon, rated F for Feelings and Fluff. 1750 words. not edited in the slightest.
“Tell me!” Alluka demands.
“Tell you what?” Killua ruffles his sister’s hair with a grin. It sticks up in odd directions, beads she’s woven in the strands next to her cheeks preventing it from becoming a total mess.
She scowls up at him, eyes flashing with annoyance, and sticks her tongue out at him. “Tell me what you’re feeling!”
Killua laughs and messes her hair up even more. “I love you,” he says.
Alluka wriggles out from under his noogie, only to boop him in the nose. “Love you,” she says back.