Killua took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. This interview was going to be the most important one of his life. He'd brushed his messy hair this morning and made sure to keep the frizz of his shiny silver curls at bay. Said curls hung over his eyes, obstructing people's view of them. He'd never had an issue with seeing through them, but others tended to find it irritating.I hope that doesn't kill my chances. The boy thought, wringing his hands nervously.

The bleak white walls of the waiting room were intimidating, despite being colorless. As he was waiting anxiously for his number to be called, he felt a tug on his sleeve. "M-Mr..?" Huh? I thought I was the only one here. Killua tilted his head in the direction of the voice, a bit startled at how young it seemed.Snuggled into one of the thinly cushioned seats was a small girl, staring at him with wide curious eyes. "H-Hm? Oh, hey there." He said softly, with a small smile on his face. I wonder what she's doing here all alone? I thought the minimum age requirement was sixteen.

Killua had applied for an interview at an establishment called 'The Big Blue House'. Which was a very silly name in his opinion. It was pretty much a place for troubled children, a home for them to thrive even with their special needs. Despite the ads he'd seen online and how friendly the environment of The House seemed, the waiting room wasn't all that friendly. The little girl smiled. "Hi! I'm Charlie and I'm six!" She said proudly, flipping a lock of her cool auburn hair to the side in a smooth movement. Killua nearly laughed at the sass she had.

"Hey There Charlie, where are your parents?" Charlie's glittering blue eyes drifted away from killua's face for a moment. "I dunno, maybe at home? But I hasn't been there in a while!" A frown drew across Killua's face. "What do you mean you haven't been home?" He questioned, starting to worry for this excitable little girl. She suddenly looked startled and covered her mouth. "Oops! Wasn't supposed to tells you that..." Killua was growing increasingly worried the longer he spoke to this little girl. He glanced over at the clock, his interview was about to begin. But...

"Do you remember where your house is?" Charlie thought for a moment, her tiny feet swinging. "Hmmmm....I think?" Killua let out a sigh. I might not get another chance but I wouldn't be able to sleep at night if I didn't help her. Killua got up from his chair and held out a hand. "Here." He said, in a soft friendly voice. "I can help you get back home." Charlie frowned. "But Mr. You'll miss your talk thingy!" Killua let out a soft sigh. "Yeah, I will. But I can always apply a second time, your parents probably miss you a whole lot."

Charlie stared at his outstretched hand for a moment, then slowly gripped four of his fingers in her grasp, all that her tiny little hand could fit in it. Killua held her hand and slowly exited the waiting room, he'd get another chance. Hopefully...Charlie's eyes shined as she walked with him. "I like you Mr. , you have silly hair." Killua's cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment. "W-Well, I promise you I can still see." Once they exited the building, Charlie hugged him. "Yay!" Killua chuckled softly, still a bit confused.. "Yay what?" He asked.

"You passed Mr.!"

Killua tilted his head. "What do you mean?" Charlie bounced a bit on her toes, eyes shimmering. "You passed the interview!" Killua's eyes widened, a bit shocked. "W-wait, that was the interview?" He exclaimed. Charlie nodded. "Mhm! And now I get to see you all the time! That's why it's yay!" She said cheerily, not letting go of his hand. He supposed it did make sense, although it wasn't a very orthodox way of interviewing an employee.

"I suppose that is yay." Killua replied, with a soft laugh.

"Mhm!"

i am actually planning on making an killua au with this appearance, however im unsure about what the personality or plot of the book is going to be. however, here is an image for your viewing pleasure