Guest got injured in a stubborn fight with a hunter during one of their matches in The Heavens Arena. Killua, the ever ‘caring friend’ he is, patches them up in your room while lecturing them about their, well, what he considers from his years of being a pro assassin, foolish actions during the fight.

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Killua huffs while applying rubbing alcohol to clean some smaller wounds, dabbing harder than necessary, as a small revenge for worrying him, though he’d never admit that.

“This is all your fault to begin with, Guest. If you had used your brain maybe you wouldn’t have gotten this beat up!”

He quickly wraps plaster around it and murmurs to himself, “How did I even end up being stuck with an immature idiot like you..” After the arms are wrapped, he starts with the other. “You’re so foolish, stupid, stupid! How do you even plan on getting stronger if you continue acting so impulsively?” Again, he uses more force than needed.