Telling Akira to take the day off, you decided to make breakfast. You couldn't wrap your finger around why, but cooking just felt nostalgic in this kitchen.
Like many memories were created here.
Shaking your head to not ponder on anything anymore, you started going about in the kitchen.
Awhile later, you see a girl with orange hair enter.
"Oh! Hi there...Um. It's Orihime right?" You nervously asked, clutching the knife in hopes of being right to not embarrass yourself.
"Yes! That's me. I decided to pop in and see how you are settling in?" She politely asked.
"I'm all good! A bit incoherent here and there. But that's nothing. Would you like to stay a bit for breakfast?" You offered. You didn't really have friends besides Hisoka, so it'll be nice to make a female friend.
"That would be nice." She warmly smiled, taking a seat.
"I'm actually going to Paris today. Hisoka was kind enough to take me. Apparently I have this surgery next week or so. In the meantime, I asked him to take me to these list of places that I saw on TV."
"Oh my god. Lucky! Grimmjow never takes me anywhere. Swear he can be so stiff sometimes."
Chuckling lightly, "Well I'm sure most guys are unromantic and stiff. Don't take it personally." You teased
"Oh no, I don't anymore. I got used to Grimmjow's odd ways of affection. You lucky to have Hisoka." Orihime accidentally said.
"Have Hisoka?" You found it odd to hear.
"O-oh! Yes I mean you are lucky to have H-Hisoka as your best friend out of the group!" She smoothly corrected herself before anymore damage got done.
Staring at her with a tad bit of confusion, you let it go because she was making sense. "Yeah I guess I am lucky." You agreed, before preparing the fruits and yoghurt.
With passing minutes, you heard Orihime greet Hisoka. With him only acknowledging her with a curt eye glance.
"Y/n." You heard him call you.
Turning around, "Yes?" You asked, once again you unawarely found yourself analysing his body. He was in his usual home wear.
Long sweats and a sleeveless vest like shirt that exposed his muscular upper body and parts of his spider back tattoo.
"You need to take your tablets." He stated indifferently, holding out the small medicinal tube.
"Y-yes." You snapped out that silly daze.
"I just need to eat first." You added, turning back around to chop everything.
"Okay. I'll wait here until you do then." He stated before taking a seat on the barstool not far from you and took out his phone to pass time.
Suddenly you felt someone standing right up against you and saw the side of his face peer a few centimeters above your shoulder from the corner of your eye.
Your body tensed up instantly when you felt strong hands rest on your hips.
"H-hey that's not fair, you know I can't act out when near the hot stove! Hands off! "
Blantly ignoring you, he lowered his head to gingerly bury his face against the side of your neck. "Oh, it'll be so nice to have s.."
An incomplete sentence faded into nothingness. Before another one appeared.
"It excites me so much Y/n."
"What does? Wait, why are doing and saying that?" You spoke out aloud. Turning around to look at Hisoka whom was busy playing with his phone until you spoke and looked at him.
"What I'm I doing and saying?" He questioned.
"Just now. Right now. You placed your hands on my waist and told me you have never had, something, I don't know what you were trying to say. Then you just cut off and said 'It excites me so much Y/n.' Right against my neck. Why did you do and say that?"
Hearing what you described, Orihime couldn't help but partially choke on her water. If she recalls the old Hisoka back then, it was probably something sexual like usual.
"S-sorry." She mumbled through her small coughs.
"I didn't say or do anything. I was right here the entire time." Hisoka replied with much stillness.
Looking back to Orihime for validation, "He really didn't say or move an inch." She said.
"Oh." You looked down pensively. "It must of been a memory. Do you remember that memory Hisoka?"
Resting his hands on that petite waist, he gripped hard. Purposely lowering his face against the croon of your neck. Making sure you can feel his breathing slowly guild down the shaft of your neck.
Feeling your body tense up against his own, he couldn't help but smirk to himself knowing he evoked some reaction from you.
"H-hey that's not fair, you know I can't act out when near the hot stove! Hands off! " He heard your futile attempted plea.
Inching nearer against that smooth neck, "Oh, it'll be so nice to have sex with a dominant woman for a change. The thought of trying to get you to submit to me.. Mmm~" He darkly growled hot and heavy behind your ear as he sexually trailed his hands up your stomach at a slow and steady pace to make the sensation feel ever so sensual and seductive.
"It excites me so much Y/n."
It all happened the first night you cooked dinner for him. The night he got you to fall asleep for the first time in a long time and the minute you got up, you told him you will go and make dinner for the both of you. He remembers taking you from school early after those cops arrived and carried you to his bed to rest.
"No I don't remember that. It must of been a very old memory." Hisoka straight out lied. Although she didn't know him so well, Orihime could tell he was lying. Because Hisoka is someone that never forgets anything.
"I see." You quietly mumbled to yourself.
Looking down at your waist, you subconsciously touched your waist where he, or where you imagined he touched you for a few seconds. Without doubt that was a memory. It felt too real.
"My bad." You apologised before getting back to breakfast.
Hisoka could tell by your eyes and how you ghostly touched your waist that you might be growing more confused and suspicious of the kind of friendship you and him had.
Not that he minded. He only feared that you would remember really private memories of you and him and freak out or feel overwhelmed and withdraw from him. Or worst case, you will remember that hatred you felt for him towards the end.
"Oh god, Y/n I just remembered I have an errand to do. Why don't you and Hisoka have breakfast huh? Okay yeah, I'll see you when you come back. Please send me pictures of everywhere you go. Hisoka can send me your number later." Orihime urgently got up to give you a friendly hug.
"Bye you two!" She yelled as she walked away. Not really giving you a chance to talk.
"Okay..." You awkwardly trailed off with two bowls in your hands.
"Would you like to eat with me? It's just fruits and yoghurt, nothing heavy."
Lightly smirking, "Sure." He replied.
It's been the longest of times since Hisoka saw you like this. You probably didn't realise because it must of been in your cupboard. But the baggy shirt you were wearing was his.
Shorts. His shirt. Messy up do bun. A Typical description, but beautiful. First thing in the morning. Hisoka remembers seeing you exactly like this after a rough night or morning when you eventually got used to him sexually.
He definitely had to give credit where it was due. Almost 7 years later and your body still appealed to him. It was truly as if no time of your appearance has passed. Somehow it seemed even more enticing. Maybe it was because those shorts seemed tighter than usual. That shirt seemed more filled out. Or it was the pregnancy weight gain or muscle build up in overall.
Or maybe it was merely Hisoka being deprived of seeing you in the flesh after so long. However it was just something that made Hisoka's nerves and blood awaken a lil more than usual.
"Can I ask you something?" Your voice mused him out of his daze of you.
Looking back up at you for acknowledgment and as an indication he was listening. He gave the go ahead.
"How come you don't want Maleeka finding out about my situation?"
Taking one more bite, "She is over emotional towards you. If she finds out you are sick she will freak and faff over you a lot. I just want you to have your space and prevent her from worrying about you. She adores you too much to act normal around you if she found you were sick." He casually explained, enjoying the coldness of the fresh fruit and yoghurt that had tiny bits of brown sugar drizzled over it.
"I see. That does make sense. She is a passionate girl. Sassy too." You commented lightly.
"She learnt that from you, you know." Hisoka teased.
One thing about you and him, is that it was always easy to move away from any previous awkward situations. That being your recent memory.
"Me!? What you mean from me?" You asked flabbergasted.
"You used to have a lot of attitude and cheekiness. A very fiery personality. Naturally because she spends most of her time with you, she developed your personality and interests in a lot of aspects." He explained.
"Oh my god no. You must be so glad that I got a reboot because I can only imagine how crazy and exhausted it must of made you to deal with two hot heads." You said through stifles of your laughter.
"You have no idea." He humoured you.
Stretching over to pinch his hand, "Meany." You commented.
"And what interests did she adopt from me?" You added.
Taking another bite and swallowing," Definitely listening to music. Rap especially. Dancing. Cooking. Hitting me. Academic ego. Way of dressing. Way of speaking. Love of knowledge. And so forth. She's practically your twin." He replied.
Sucking your spoon, "Mmmm, I can believe all of that actually. I recently just started listening to music again and boy I tell you I really enjoy it. The hitting you, well I'd say you probably deserve that. And the clothes, I definitely believe that, you know yesterday she ordered the stylist to get the clothes I chose in her size. By the way, thank you for seeing to that Hisoka. I wish I could repay you." You said with much appreciation existing in your undertone.
Smirking to himself, Hisoka was reminded of the past once again. It was truly as if history was repeating itself. Everything you say is sounding all too familiar.
'I owe you big time Hisoka.'
Now, 'I wish I could repay you.'
It was statements like that, that broke the physical barrier between you and him. And of course he was going to use smiliar tactics again. It was in his personality towards you after all.
"Well since you got no memory that now resulted in you not working anymore - earning an income. You can repay me with hugs." He said, bringing back his old tactic.
Being partially shocked, you lightly chuckled at that comment. "Hugs? Seriously? That doesn't seem like fair repayment." You said in disregard of realising how impactful a simple hug can be.
"Well, it's what I decided. Either that, or you can stand on the side of the street to make money to repay me." He playfully mentioned.
Immediately standing up with a light hearted giggle, you walked over to Hisoka with your arms opened.
"Hugs it is then." You said.
Putting the spoon down and rotating the bar stool to the side, Hisoka faced you and parted his legs. Waiting for you to walk in between and closer to him.
Wrapping your arms effortlessly around his neck, you subconsciously rested the side of your face against the side of his.
"What a shame. I was kind of looking forward to seeing you stand on the street making money." He teased. Trying his best to not close his eyes and enjoy this feeling of you too much.
But of course, he couldn't resist. Luckily for your airy giggles and comfort. You hadn't realised Hisoka rested his hands behind your upper thighs, to push you even more closer up against him in the hug.
"Well since Maleeka is my twin. Why don't I take her with me to stand on the street. Wouldn't like that now huh?" You muffled against his ear.
Trailing his hands up to your waist to hold, "Careful now. I'm very protective of my daughter." He darkly whispered against your ear.
It was this moment. This moment that made you feel reminiscent. Feeling his hand around your waist felt awfully familiar. Without a shadow of a doubt. You knew for a fact he has held you there before.
Being against him like this, it felt familiar and safe. There was just something about this moment that told you this happened a lot between you and Hisoka.
It was so hard to pull away from him. His strong-after-shower scent and muscular body that engulfed you with safety and calmness made the thought of ending this hug unbelievably difficult. It just felt right.
Subconsciously, you slid your right hand up the back of his neck, grazing against his straight soft locks and brought it to cup his lower cheek in aim of creating some distance between your face and his. "Oh I'm so afraid. What you going to do Morow?" You teasingly asked. Both, you and him now smirking at each other.
Rather cosy. But that's how friends are around each other according to Hisoka. It all just friendly physical gestures that you didn't read too much into.
Maybe apart of you knew, the lines seemed blurry, but you couldn't deny that it felt normal.
"I binged watched over 5 hours of How to get away with Murder with you. You should be afraid." He playfully replied back. Gently caressing the sides of your waist as he spoke. It seemed a part of him also seemed to forget the boundary he was supposed to follow with the new you. This moment too felt comfortable and familiar to him. And definitely long over due.
"Hm, thanks for the heads up. Now I know what to look out for." You replied, gazing ever so warmly into his amber Hunter eyes.
But as usual, moments don't last forever.
"Oh snap, I'm I disturbing something?" A young voice beamed awkwardly from the entrance of the kitchen. Averting your gaze from Hisoka, you realised the voice belonged to Maleeka.
Backing away a bit, but still having your one arm over his shoulder, "Of course not! Why don't come over for a hug too missy!" You warmly commented. Not really processing why Maleeka asked if she's disturbing you and Hisoka.
"Yayyy!" Her six year old self happily squealed as she ran over to climb on Hisoka and sat on his lap - side hugging him to give you space.
Smiling, you went back in and hugged the both of them. This time it felt wholesome. Just like how the three of you watched together last night. It felt complete and connected.
Pulling away, you glanced at Hisoka whom stared back at you with equal glimmer of the eyes. There was just something about that moment you and Hisoka shared that ignited a tiny burning sensation in the chest.
Or maybe your failing heart was just getting worse. Humour through the pain right?
Walking over to the other side of the counter, you sat back down and continued eating.
You found the image of Maleeka sitting on one side of his lap as he supported her back with his arm and shoulder, while she started to eat from Hisoka's bowl rather adorable.
To see such subtle affection come from a tall-muscular-tattooed man that has a demeanour of intimidation and coldness yet playfulness and humour, truly seemed like a rare sight to see him so comfortable and soften around a someone that was 3 times younger than him, yet alone it be his daughter that you couldn't imagine would exist in his life.
'He must of really loved the woman that bared Maleeka..' You mentally thought to yourself. For some reason after thinking that you felt a bit annoyed and hurt.
Was it possible that you might be feeling a tinge of jealousy?
Biting the corner of your lip, you looked down at your bowl, not really wanting to look at the duo anymore.
'She must of been such an amazing woman to have won the heart of someone as complex as Hisoka...Wait shut up Y/n. Why are even thinking about that!' You mentally scolded yourself.
Knowing you have been friends with Hisoka for so many years was enough to convince you that clearly you weren't Hisoka's type.
'Agh stop. What The hell Y/n.' You finally silenced your silly younger self.
'Yes. It's just immaturity acting up.' You convinced yourself completely.
"Y/n?"
Musing out of your thought, you looked up at Maleeka. "Yes?"
"What's wrong? You look glum." She stated through her bite.
"O-oh nothing! Just zoned out." You replied.
Calmly analysing you, Hisoka immediately picked up that you were lying. How so? Because it seemed you still had the habit of biting the side of your lip.
However he decided to let you be for now.