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Chishiya Shuntaro × fem!reader!!

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word count: 1639

Chishiya was always an observer. At medical university, he did not seek to make friends or join the team. He preferred to stand aside, assessing people the same way he studied anatomical atlases-carefully, coolly, with cold interest. Most of the students acted predictably: they were stressed before exams, formed friendship groups, fell in love, became disillusioned, and burned with ambition.

(Y/N) has always been out of this rhythm. She didn't just memorize the information - she absorbed it, trying to see a real person behind every line of the textbook. When the others were immersed in the competition, she helped those who were lagging behind. When someone lost hope, she found the right words. Shuntaro initially thought she was naive, but eventually realized that he was wrong. She wasn't simple-minded-she was strong. Her humanity didn't stop her from thinking logically, but somehow she managed to combine both qualities.

They were working at the same hospital now. Chishiya chose neurosurgery, following his intellectual curiosity, and (Y/N) became a cardiac surgeon, of course. She has always lived with her heart, literally and figuratively. Their working approaches were radically different: Chishiya was calculating, precise, and worked coolly, like a living scalpel. The girl is passionate, emotional, involved, always putting patients first, even if it required going beyond the protocols.

Despite the difference, they often clashed.

- You were particularly cynical today, - she said one day after surgery, taking a cup of coffee from the tray, - When you tell patients that "their chances are average," it doesn't really help.

- But it's true,- Chishiya replied calmly, lazily leaning on the counter.

- It's also true that the support of a doctor can help a patient struggle. Aren't you curious about what's going on outside of statistics?

- I'm interested in how the brain functions, not irrational emotions, - he retorted, but there was something like mocking recognition in his gaze.

She snorted and turned away, but she knew he could hear her. And, more surprisingly, sometimes he did change. Unnoticed. Barely noticeable.

The romance between them did not suddenly arise. There were no passionate confessions, no dramatic scenes in the rain. Instead, there were small moments. Chishiya always knew when she was tired, even if she wasn't complaining, and left her an energy bar on the table without a word. The girl, in turn, somehow guessed when he stayed late at the hospital and brought him coffee, even though he never asked for it.

— — —

There was a night when they both stayed in the hospital. The operation lasted longer than expected. All the staff looked exhausted, but (Y/N), although tired, did not lose her soft smile.

- You know that for someone who claims he doesn't care, you're too often there when you need to be, - she remarked, warming her hands on the cup.

Chishiya raised an eyebrow slightly, the corners of his lips twitching in a barely noticeable smirk.

- Maybe it's just a coincidence.

- Or..., - she paused, looking at him a little more closely, - You're just not as insensitive as you want to appear.

He didn't argue. Instead, after a moment, he moved his cup closer to hers, creating a space between them that became slightly less cold.

And that was enough. While.

— — —

They continued to work together, day after day, night after night. Their world was full of chaos: critically ill patients, emergency calls, hours without sleep. But in this chaos, they have their own rituals.

She always brought coffee, even if Chishiya said he didn't need it. Shuntaro always stayed by her side during her difficult surgeries-even if his presence wasn't required. He was watching her as intently as he had at the university, only now there was a barely perceptible warm note in his gaze.

But, of course, change does not happen without shocks.

/One night/

It happened during heavy duty. The patient, a ten-year-old boy, was admitted with heart failure. (Y/N) fought for him for several hours. She held herself as she always did, but Chishiya could see the tension in her every move. I saw how her fingers trembled when she finally completed the operation, how she took a deep breath when leaving the operating room.

- (Y/N), - he said softly when they were alone in the hallway.

She didn't answer right away, just leaned against the wall, tilted her head back, and closed her eyes.

- He's going to survive, - she said at last, but there was no joy in her voice. Just fatigue.

Chishia was looking at her. He knew he could have said something cool and logical to her. Something like, "you did your best," or "that's the job of a doctor." But that would be a lie. He knew it was more than a job for her.

He wasn't a comforting person. He didn't know how. But he could have done something else.

Silently, without further ado, he reached out and gently squeezed her wrist. Just a little bit, just a touch, but there was everything about it that he couldn't put into words.

The girl froze. She opened her eyes. She looked at him, intently, scrutinizingly.

- You..., - she smiled a little, but there was something else in her eyes, not surprise. Understanding, - Thank you.

He didn't answer. He lingered just a little longer than necessary before removing his hand.

And at that moment, she realized that something in him had already begun to change.

— — —

A few days later, they worked late. The hospital was quieting down, the corridors were emptying. The girl was sitting in the resident's office, sorting through papers, when Chishiya came up to her and, to her surprise, sat down next to her.

- Aren't you going home? - he asked.

- And you? - she retorted.

He didn't answer, just put a package of her favorite chocolate on the table in front of her.

- Do you remember such things? - she grinned, but there was no mockery in her voice, but gentleness.

- I only remember what matters, - Shuntaro replied calmly.

She stared at him a little too long. There was always a mystery about this man. She knew that he was good at manipulating people, that he preferred to stay one step ahead, not letting anyone get too close. But now she saw something else: he was letting her see him in a way he hadn't shown himself to anyone else.

The silence between them was no longer awkward.

- Chishia..., - she said softly.

He looked at her-without looking away, for the first time allowing emotions to flash in the depths of his eyes.

- Yes?

She smiled a little.

- Nothing. Just thank you for being here.

He didn't answer. But the next time he took her hand, he didn't let go right away.

And that was enough. While.

— — —

It was one of those sleepless days when time loses its meaning. Operations followed one another, blood, numbers, decisions on which life depended. (Y/N) I've been used to this rhythm for a long time, but today everything felt different. Heavier.

They lost a patient in the afternoon. The middle-aged man she was trying to save. She did her best, but it wasn't enough.

Chishiya knew that this was not just another case for her. He didn't try to say that it wasn't her fault-he knew that such words didn't make sense. Instead, he was just there.

When the night was already approaching morning, the girl went out onto the roof of the hospital. It was quiet here. The city below was ablaze with lights, but the air was fresh and clean. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and tried to pull herself together.

Chishiya found her without difficulty. He knew where she was going.

- You're running away again, - he said calmly, coming closer.

- I'm not running away, - she muttered, not turning around, - Just... needed some air.

He stood next to her. They were silent, but this silence was filled with something new. The blond man looked at her, at the dark circles under her eyes, at the tense shoulders.

- You can't save everyone, - he finally said.

- I know, - she replied softly.

- Then why do you experience it like this every time?

(Y/N) smiled bitterly and turned to him.

-Why don't you ever worry?

He didn't look away.

- Because I'm not you.

She nodded, accepting his answer, but there was another question in her eyes. Then why is he here? Why did he come to her again if he didn't want to get attached?

The wind touched her hair, and Chishiya stared at her for a little longer than usual. And then, before he could think about it, he reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face.

Her breathing hitched. It was unexpected-not the gesture itself, but how carefully he did it.

- Chishia..., - her voice was barely audible.

He didn't let her finish.

The next moment, he leaned closer and kissed her.

It wasn't an impetuous or greedy kiss. It was the kiss of a man who had resisted for too long, but eventually allowed himself to succumb to the feeling. Careful, measured, like everything he did, but at the same time - real.

The girl froze for a second, then reached closer, answering. Her fingers tightened on the sleeve of his robe, as if she was afraid he would pull away. But he didn't pull away.

When they parted their lips, she looked at him, a little confused, but with a warm smile.

- It turns out you can feel, - she said softly.

He chuckled.

- Maybe you've infected me with your humanity.

She shook her head, still smiling.

- What do you think?

He didn't answer. He just bent down and kissed her again.

This time, he had no doubts.

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Al Haitham × fem!reader!!

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The night enveloped the twilight in a soft, cool haze. Moonlight silvered the roofs of the houses, and the lanterns that occasionally met on the way flickered with a muted green glow. The air was filled with the scent of night flowers, and in the distance, beyond the domes of the Academy, the rare sounds of night birds could be heard.

(Y/N) and Al Haitham walked side by side along the stone pavement, leaving behind a day filled with research and discussions. Normally, Al Haytham didn't like long walks, but today he didn't seem to mind. His calm, confident presence next to her inspired a sense of security, even if he was silent.

- What a beautiful night, - the girl said softly, raising her head to the stars, - At such moments you want to remember every detail, every feeling...

Al Haitham glanced at her, but said nothing. He wasn't a man who admired natural beauty out loud, but she knew he saw everything, noted everything in his analytical mind.

(Y/N) she slowed her pace slightly, gathering her thoughts. She searched for the right moment for a long time, but realized that there are no perfect circumstances in life - you just have to say what you feel.

- You know, Al, - she began, feeling her heart begin to beat faster., - I've been thinking for a long time… And I realized that I like being with you. Not only at the Academy, not only when we're arguing or discussing something important. Just... being around.

She stopped, looking into his eyes. In the light of the lantern, they seemed even deeper and more impenetrable, like the ocean of knowledge in which he had been swimming all his life.

Al Haitham stared at her intently, not looking away. There was no surprise, no confusion, just his usual calm concentration, as if he were analyzing her every word.

- It's a curious confession, - he finally said, his voice flat, but there was a special softness in it.

The girl smiled faintly, not knowing how to interpret his reaction. But Haitham gave her no reason to doubt further.

- I appreciate logic in my decisions, but this conclusion has been obvious for a long time, - he continued, - I like your insight, your ability to see not only with your head, but also with your heart. You complete my thoughts like an equation in which the perfect solution has finally been found.

(Y/N) blinked, realizing that this was his confession. Let it not be emotional, not filled with passionate words, but so sincere, truly his.

- So... you too...?What is it? - she asked, tilting her head slightly.

- If you want a straight answer, yes, - Haitham nodded, not looking away, - but you already knew that, otherwise you wouldn't have dared to say it first.

The girl laughed softly, that's what he was all about. Always solves thoughts, always one step ahead.

- Sometimes you can just say "I love you", you know? - She said with a smile.

Al Haitham raised an eyebrow slightly, and then, with a light sigh, looked up at the night sky.

- Okay. I love you, - he said calmly, as if stating a fact that was obvious from the very beginning.

And at that moment, the night walk became special. After all, now there was something more among the stars, lanterns and the whisper of foliage - a quiet but always real feeling that did not require unnecessary words.

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Niragi Suguru × fem!reader!!

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Niragi had never been known for sensitivity, timidity, or empathy in the borderlands, but God, how he cursed the day he experienced that fleeting weakness when he saw those puppy dog eyes. Who pulled him in then, that he came up with the idea during a deadly game to save a man unknown to him, besides a girl? He doesn't know himself, but the fact remains that it was almost instinctive, like how a predator reacts to the smell of something unfamiliar, something dangerous.

But at that moment, Niragi was sitting on the roof, thinking about something of his own, a cigarette was smoldering in his hand, the ashes were falling down, dissolving into the evening air. The evening wind ruffled his hair, and his lips curved into a familiar grin. It was peaceful up here, but his mind was always buzzing with chaos.

Silence, peace, and suddenly footsteps, and the wind blew out a sweet fragrance, so familiar and eerily annoying.

- What are we doing here? - the guy's displeased voice came, he did not even bother to turn to the interlocutor. That rude tone again, as always, but at the moment more out of habit than malice.

- I just wanted to be alone, - the answer didn't take long, and the girl cautiously approached the place where Suguru was sitting.

Niragi sniffed at her words, closing one eye, - You're funny, you came to me, and you're talking about loneliness.

(Y/N) didn't answer, just looked into the distance. Her calmness was annoying. No, it's not like that.… It knocked him out of his usual rhythm. He liked to see fear in people's eyes. He lived it, fed on it. And she... She was looking at him from the other side.

- So what, do you think I'm going to keep you company here? - and here again is his eternal way of aggravating the moment.

- Isn't that what you want?

Niragi started to twitch in his usual manner, but suddenly realized that he did not want to make a familiar spectacle right now. It's a strange feeling.

They were silent for a while. The wind picked up, and (Y/N) shivered.

- Are you cold? - He blurted out before he could process his words.

From the surprise of the question, the girl only opened her mouth in surprise, unable to say anything in response.

- To hell with you, - he muttered and pulled his jacket off his shoulder, casually throwing it over his companion.

(Y/N) she laughed out loud, but quickly thanked the guy for his gentlemanly gesture.

Niragi was silent, looking far beyond the horizon. He didn't know why he was doing this, just as he didn't know why he had saved her in that game a couple of weeks ago. But those eyes...

- "Puppy dogs", - Suguru thought to himself distantly, remembering how she had looked into his eyes then. Those eyes.

Damn...

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my art with Eyeless Jack 😈 my favorite~

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Eyeless Jack and fem!reader!!

(I don't know how to finish this text, so if anyone is interested, let me know!:>)

//I am also open to your requests!!

(The reader was stolen by Eyeless Jack)

word count: 1380

(Y/N) slowly opened her bleary eyes, blinking to get rid of lingering stains from the traumatic event that brought her here. When her vision cleared, she saw dilapidated surroundings—rotting wooden walls, a rusty metal roof, and a damp earthen floor strewn with rotting leaves. The girl realized with growing horror that she was trapped in an abandoned hut, far from any help or chance of escape. The last thing (Y/N) remembered was the face of a masked stranger looming over her before everything went dark.

(Y/N) carefully sat up, her head throbbing and her body aching. She noticed the kidnapper sitting nearby, his dark silhouette hunched over something. The girl's heart beat faster as she demanded, - What the hell do you want from me? Why are you doing this?

The guy turned slowly, his mask glinting in the meager light coming through the cracked window. His voice was low and rumbling, tinged with a strange lisp from his extra tongues, - Funny, that's what I should have asked you. You're the one who constantly appears on my territory, attracting attention to yourself. It's getting harder to mind your own business when you're always screaming and running away, - his tone made it clear that the lady's lack of prudence was a real annoyance to him.

(Y/N) grinned, trying to sound bolder than they felt, - Is it your business? I think you're referring to your sick, twisted obsession. Stalking people, kidnapping them, perhaps something worse..., - the girl shuddered, not daring to voice her darkest fears aloud, - I did not ask to be allowed into your territory, as you put it. I was just trying to live my life until you decided to make me your fucking prey.

The stranger rose to his feet with a smooth, almost animal grace. He took a step toward (Y/N), his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking cornered prey, - Yours always say that, right to the end. No one ever takes responsibility, does they? It's always someone's fault, - he tilted his masked head, studying the troublemaker with invisible eyes that seemed to pierce flesh and stare into the depths of the soul.

The girl crawled back until her back was against a rough wall, instinctively putting distance between herself and the oncoming monster.

The (Y/N) breath caught as the guy took another step forward, pushing them even further into the corner of the dilapidated hut. The eyeless man stopped, as if sensing the victim's frightened hesitation. For a long time, he just stood there, his masked face an impenetrable void that seemed to absorb the scant light.

Then, with a suddenness that made (Y/N) flinch, the kidnapper reached out and slowly removed the mask. The girl's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as the mask slipped off, revealing a face that was both frighteningly familiar and grotesquely changed.

The unfortunate woman recoiled, her voice breaking into a strangled cry, - Jack? This... is that you? What the hell happened to you? -(Y/N)'s head was spinning as she stared at the haggard, gray-skinned face of their long-lost medical college classmate. The last time she saw Jack, he was a bright-eyed and ambitious student eager to make his mark on the world. But the creature in front of her now had little in common with the Jack she had once known.

Jack's lips curved into a bitter smile, revealing alarmingly sharp teeth, - Are you surprised to see me, (Y/N)? - Or should I say, shocked by who I've become?, He came very close, his eyes-or rather, the empty sockets where his eyes used to be-fixed on the girl with such intensity that goosebumps ran down her skin.

Their mouths (Y/N) opened and closed, the words haunting them as they tried to digest this terrifying revelation, - I... I don't understand. You disappeared a year ago. They told me... They said you were missing, - she shuddered, remembering the dark whispers and hushed rumors that had been circulating around their college since Jack's disappearance.

The eyeless man let out a harsh, raspy laugh, - No, dear, I'm not far gone or dead. You could even say that I've been reborn, - he held out his hand, his sharp fingers hovering just inches from his face (Y/N), - But I'm afraid that my rebirth has had its price. A price that required certain ones... His voice dropped to a low, menacing growl that sent shivers down her spine.

She hesitated for a moment, fear and disgust warring with morbid curiosity. Finally, with trembling fingers, they cautiously reached for Jack's face, their hand hovering just a breath away from his skin. The guy was watching, almost imperceptibly motionless, his breathing slow and shallow under the mask.

The girl hesitantly touched Jack's cheek, the tips of their fingers lightly touched it. The texture of his skin was completely different from what she remembered (Y/N)-it was cold to the touch, with a slight stickiness that made her wrinkle her nose. She could feel the bones and tendons under her skin, too prominent and pronounced for a man his age.

As her fingers traced the contours of Jack's face, they couldn't help but marvel at the changes that had happened to him. His cheekbones became sharper, more pronounced, giving his face an emaciated, almost skeletal appearance. The hollows under his eyes were dark and hollow, like two pits of despair. And the skin itself... it was a sickly gray pallor, like the belly of a dead fish, devoid of any hint of warmth or vitality.

The touch (Y/N) lingered on the empty sockets where the guy's eyes had once been. She could feel the rough, wrinkled scar tissue surrounding the voids, evidence of the horrific injuries that had stolen his sight. A shudder ran through her body as she imagined the pain and horror Jack must have endured.

The eyeless one did not react to the girl's touch, except for a slight twitch of muscles. He stood motionless, allowing her to explore the changes on his face, as if challenging her to fully comprehend the extent of his transformation. The air between them was thick with a mixture of emotions-fear, disgust, but also a perverse sense of fascination and sadness for their long-lost friend.

- Jack, I'm so sorry..., - was all she could say.

The kidnapper's body tensed at her words, and his breath caught in his throat. He was silent for a long moment, the only sound was the distant dripping of water somewhere in the depths of the hut. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and rough, laced with a hidden current of barely contained emotions.

- "I'm sorry?", - Jack repeated with a note of bitter amusement in his voice, - Are you sorry, (Y/N)? How noble of you, - he leaned closer, his hot and fetid breath fanning the victim's face, carrying with it the unmistakable smell of blood and decay, - But apologies don't change anything, do they? They don't undo what has been done, and they don't bring back what has been lost.

Jack reached out, his clawed hand closing around the girl's wrist in a grip that was barely painful. His skin was cold, almost sticky, and she could feel the strength in his fingers, the way they trembled slightly with barely contained ferocity.

- I used to think that just apologizing was enough, - the Eyeless One continued, his voice dropping to a hunted whisper, - I used to think that my hard work, my dedication, would be enough to secure me a place at the top to communicate with someone close. But I was wrong, (Y/N). I was so wrong.

His grip tightened, his claws dug into the soft flesh until she felt the first sting of pain, - They threw me away, you know? They threw me away like a piece of trash, unworthy of their attention. They didn't even think to take pity on me, they only needed me for the sake of sacrifice.

He leaned back, finally releasing the girl's wrist, - You see, my dear (Y/N), your apologies mean nothing to me now. It's too little, too late, - Jack's voice was cold, flat, devoid of any hint of the man she once knew...

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Chishiya and fem!reader!

( I apologize for the mistakes, I am open to corrections, as well as suggestions on what to write! Enjoy reading ( = ⩊ = ))

Number of symbols: 1972

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Night. Moonlight seeped through the closed curtains, which caused the guy to wake up, enjoying his sleep so sweetly. His hand instinctively reached out to the empty seat next to him, making sure that his partner was not there, he finally opened his eyes, glancing around the bedroom.

- (Y/N)? - said Chishiya sleepily, adding with displeasure, - damn...

It took the blonde exactly two minutes to get out of bed, after which the guy got up from the heated bedclothes, stretching slightly in order to recover. As soon as he took a step, his nose smelled a slight smell of tobacco smoke, the solution to this "mystery" found him by itself.

Without much enthusiasm, Shuntaro headed for the balcony, which was a few steps away from their bed. With a slight movement of his hand, the guy opened the door, feeling the cool outside air envelop his body completely.

- Are you awake? - she asked her question, not without mockery.

The blonde decided not to answer, but only to roll his eyes dramatically. The thought of going back to bed flashed through his mind, but something made him stay on the balcony, so the guy closed the door behind him so that the apartment would not get too cold.

- I'll be back in bed in a few minutes, - the girl said, exhaling tobacco smoke at the same time.

Chishiya nodded approvingly at her words, coming closer to her, the blond man carefully sat down on a chair that stood next to the girl, who was looking into the distance. The guy's warm hand gently dropped to his knee (Y/N), he felt her skin covered with goosebumps. Shuntaro's fingers traced simple patterns as he examined his companion's face. Without realizing it, his free hand reached for the girl's mouth to take a cigarette from her mouth. After he did this, the cigarette butt was extinguished on an ashtray on the floor.

- You fool, - she said with a little click, - you're not doing it right.

Before she could finish, the girl felt the guy's hand touch her chin, after which she gently pulled her face closer to his, Chishiya instantly gave her a light kiss on the corner of her lips, so ridiculously childish, careless, but so sensual that it put her in a stupor. Shuntaro undoubtedly noticed this perplexity, otherwise where did he get this smug smile from ear to ear?

- Oh my God..., - (Y/N) sighed heavily, let's go to bed.

Having said that, the girl got up from her chair and hurriedly left the balcony, leaving the blonde with another victorious grin that was by no means going to subside while he replayed this moment in his head.

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Hello everyone:`) I'm opening requests for sketches based on fandoms:

- Alice in the Borderland;

- Genshin Impact;

- Naruto

English is not my native language, sorry for the mistakes. (drabbles with character and reader)