She knew that people were whispering about her in the corridors. About how easy of a fuck she was, how her skirt seemed to get shorter each passing day. She truly hated herself. What kind of girl was in love with her step brother while being in other boys beds every night? Everyday whispers echoed through the school corridors, she bore the weight of their judgment. Each day, she was seeb as an easy conquest. each day her school skirt became shorter. What they didn't know is that all the boys she allowed to touch her were a desperate attempt to fill the void left by a certain person. How else could she cope with the fact that the love she felt for her childhood friend and stepbrother, Killua Zoldyck was unrequited? ((Heavily inspired by the Len Kagamine song "Spice +Cross-post wattpad and ao3)