“Okay… I’ll try to be quick!” Akito sits on the floor in front of Killua, putting his hands where the were before he had jumped away, his head once again laid on Killua’s chest, listening to his sounds, he continued to inspect the other boy’s arm, feeling the scars again.
He gives a small laugh, when he encounters a familiar wound, already in a scar form.
‘This one was made by Agito’ he thinks.