#Mira Kano x reader

[replicafatale]

i am still very much thinking about alice in borderland. specifically mira, queen of hearts, my beloved. gonna try my drabble skills and write a fem!dealer reader/mira fic 

if anyone would like to read?? 👉👈

[ghostlynightpanda]

hii! could you write a aib hc when seeing y/n performing as a gen 2 k-pop idol? (their concepts are the same as AOA or T-ara,...) could be in a group or a solo artist, whatever you choose, if it helps you with ideas! I just want to see how would the characters react seeing them performing to all those cunty songs— under your writing.

thank you, luv! ><

AIB Characters react to Reader being a Gen 2 K-Pop Idol

content/warnings: Ann, Kuina, Mira, Aguni, Niragi, Last Boss, Chishiya, canon typical blood and violence, 3.600 words

Ann

The night was humid, thick with ocean salt and danger. The Beach compound was buzzing with its usual chaos—half-dressed players swimming, laughing, plotting quietly in corners. The game for the day had been brutal, the kind that left even the most hardened competitors exhausted and bloodstained.

But tonight? Tonight was different.

There was a makeshift stage lit up with salvaged floodlights and strung-up neon tubes, pulsing pink and electric blue. Hatter, the leader of the Beach, in one of his more whimsical moods, declared a mandatory "morale celebration." Which really meant: show, dance, entertain us, or else.

That's when you stepped up. The girl who always wore eyeliner even in a survival game. The one who walked like the world still had paparazzi. No one knew exactly how you made it this far, but the whispers around the Beach said you were deadly in Hearts games and danced like a siren in a mirror maze.

Tonight, you were in your element. You walked on stage in a crop top made from repurposed vinyl, glimmering under the lights, high-waisted shorts hugging your frame, boots stomping like you owned the earth. The backing track started—something with heavy synths, pulsing bass, and attitude—and then it began.

You hit that first move like a whip crack. Hair flip. Hip thrust. Finger snap.

The crowd lost it.

And standing at the very back, her arms folded and eyes unreadable, was Ann.

She hadn't meant to stay. She hated this kind of spectacle—wasteful energy, forced joy, noise for noise's sake. She only came because Hatter asked her to keep an eye on the new recruits. But then the music started. Then you started.

Ann couldn't look away.

Your confidence was dangerous. Not just in the way you danced—fluid, fierce, unapologetically cunty—but in the way you smiled at the crowd like you weren't stuck in a kill-or-be-killed nightmare. You danced like the deadly games didn't exist. Like the stage was the real world and this was your comeback performance.

Ann's fingers twitched. She remembered nights before all this, going to clubs in Shibuya, watching girls like you on TVs in cafes or advertisements in train stations. She never gave them much thought then. But here, under the deadly fluorescent glow of the Beach?

You were magnetic.

Every body roll, every wink, every pointed toe screamed: I am still alive, and I am not afraid of being seen.

The song ended with a hair toss and a cheeky smirk. You struck your final pose like a blade through the silence. The crowd erupted.

Ann didn't clap.

But she stayed.

Later that night, after things had quieted down, you found her alone on the balcony. You were still in your stage outfit, still glittering faintly. She glanced over, cool and unreadable as ever.

"You watching me all night or just bored of chaos?" you teased.

Ann exhaled slowly. "You shouldn't be able to move like that after what we went through today."

"I perform better after high-stakes trauma," you smirked, half-joking.

She tilted her head, studying you again with that quiet gaze that always felt like a laser. "That wasn't just a performance."

You shrugged. "Maybe not. Maybe it was proof."

"Of what?"

"That being a weapon doesn't mean you have to be ugly doing it."

A pause. Then—something rare—a faint smile tugged at Ann's lips.

"You looked like you were ready to kill someone with your hips," she murmured.

"Maybe I was."

And for the first time in a long time, Ann laughed. Just a little. Just enough.

Kuina

Night had fallen, and the Beach was in rare form—lanterns lit, music pumping, the scent of grilled meat mixing with sea breeze and sweat. After another brutal day of games, Hatter decided the Beach needed something to lift morale. And what better distraction than a surprise performance?

They said you were a K-pop idol before all this. A real one. Not one of those underground club dancers or viral wannabes. The real deal. Glossy music videos, fan chants, limited edition photo cards. No one knew how you got here, but your presence at the Beach was infamous. Rumors spread: She danced her way through a Spades game. Seduced her way through a Hearts game. Out-styled her way through Diamonds.

Kuina didn't believe any of it. Until tonight.

You stepped onto the makeshift stage, hips cocked, smile sharp. The music dropped, and you transformed.

Kuina froze mid-sip of her beer.

The track was pure 2012 energy—glamorous, glittering, cunty in that signature second-gen way. You moved like sin wrapped in sequins, every pop of your hip and curve of your body screaming confidence. Your hair flipped like a weapon, your gaze cutting like a knife.

Kuina was stunned. Not because of the sex appeal—she'd seen plenty of that in clubs, in fights, in life—but because you didn't hold back.

In this hellish world, most people tried to survive quietly. You? You survived loud. You were out here serving vocals, giving choreo, radiating that unbothered bad-bitch energy like these deadly games were just another stage.

Kuina grinned slowly.

"Oh my god, she's actually—"

"Serving," Niragi muttered next to her, beer halfway to his mouth, eyes wide.

"Right?!" Kuina laughed.

She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, completely hooked. You strutted across that tiny platform like it was M Countdown. When you did a body roll right into a wink, Kuina let out an actual whoop.

"GET IT, BABY!" she shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth.

You caught her eye. Smirked.

That was it.

Later, she caught you backstage, toweling off, your glitter makeup smudged but somehow still perfect.

"You didn't have to go that hard," she said, arms crossed, but the smirk on her lips betrayed her amusement.

You looked up, teasing. "You liked it."

"Everyone liked it," she shot back. "I think even these disgusting militants were sweating a little."

You snorted. "Good. Maybe I can distract them long enough for someone to knife them."

Kuina laughed. "Now that's the kind of girl I vibe with."

She reached into her hoodie pocket and tossed you a stolen bottle of water. "Hydrate, superstar. You just made the Beach look like an afterparty at the MAMAs."

You took a long sip, then raised a brow. "Fan behavior."

Kuina rolled her eyes but couldn't stop grinning. "I'm not a fan. I'm just... impressed."

"Sure," you teased, stepping closer. "Well, next time, I'll dedicate a move just for you."

She raised a brow. "You better. Or I'm crashing the stage and dancing with you."

You smirked. "That a promise?"

Kuina leaned in close, her voice low, sultry. "Oh, baby. That's a threat."

Mira

Mira was bored.

And when Mira was bored, someone usually ended up dead, crying, or in love—sometimes all three, depending on how creative she felt.

The Beach had become too predictable. Power struggles. Secrets. Hatter's attempts at unifying chaos with cocktails and empty speeches. Mira moved through it all, gliding through another unimportant party—amused, untouched.

Until you arrived.

A mysterious new addition. Not flashy about your kills, not visibly violent. Just... present. Quietly stylish. Pretty, but in that cultured pretty way. Long lashes. Pierced cartilage. Glitter on your collarbone, even in a survival game. You didn't run from the spotlight—you seemed like you dragged it with you wherever you went.

Naturally, Mira was intrigued.

So she planned a little event. A "celebration," she called it. An elegant excuse to gather the Beach's elite. Champagne stolen from the backrooms. A stage cobbled together with mirrored tiles and luxury trash. Everyone thought it was Hatter's idea.

It wasn't.

It was hers.

Because she wanted to see you.

And darling, you did not disappoint.

The moment the music started—retro synths, hypnotic bass, that signature Gen 2 "I'm hot and I know it" vibe—Mira crossed her legs and tilted her head with a smile.

You sauntered onto the stage like a goddess late to her own coronation. Wearing a cropped jacket with jeweled fringe, high-waisted shorts, knee-high boots, and confidence that made every gaze snap to attention. You didn't dance so much as dominate.

You dipped low. Rolled your hips. Blew kisses that could have been daggers. Every move oozed control.

And Mira?

She. Was. Enraptured.

She sipped her drink slowly, eyes locked on you like a cat watching a flickering light—half amusement, half obsession. You looked like the type of person who would laugh while playing a Hearts game and seduce your opponent just to kill them a moment later.

Oh, she liked you.

When the performance ended—sweat on your brow, applause echoing, even Aguni nodding slightly in approval—Mira clapped softly, perfectly timed, like the last punctuation in a decadent sentence.

She didn't approach you right away.

She waited. Let the others buzz. Let you cool down, towel off, take a few sips of water. Then, like a final act in a play she choreographed herself, she found you alone on the rooftop terrace, overlooking the sea.

"You're quite the spectacle," she purred.

You turned, not startled. You knew she'd come.

"You planned all that," you said simply.

She smiled. "Guilty. I do love a beautiful performance. Especially one that walks the line between art and danger."

You raised a brow. "And which side am I on?"

Mira stepped closer, her perfume soft but intoxicating. "You're still dancing on the edge. But I wonder… will you fall? Or will you pull the rest of us over with you?"

You smirked. "I could ask you the same thing, Mira."

She laughed—a soft, sparkling laugh that promised both pleasure and peril. "Touché. I hope you'll perform again sometime."

You tilted your head. "Are you asking as a fan?"

She leaned in, lips near your ear.

"Oh no, darling. As a player."

Aguni

Aguni didn't go to Beach parties.

He wasn't there for the music, or the luxury, or the chaos masked as freedom. He was there for control, for strategy, for watching. Always watching.

So when he found himself standing near the back of the makeshift courtyard, arms crossed over his chest, watching you take the stage in a rhinestone-covered jacket and impossibly short shorts, he told himself he was just there to keep the peace.

Not because he was curious.

Not because he'd heard whispers about the new girl—the idol. Not because someone told him, "You have to see her move. She dances like she's untouchable."

But then you stepped onto the platform.

And Aguni forgot what silence sounded like.

You started with a smile—slow, confident, like you already knew they were yours. The bass hit. You turned, snapped your head to the beat, and launched into choreography so precise, so fluid, so dangerously cocky that the air itself seemed to shift around you.

Aguni had seen countless people fight, kill, die. But he'd never seen someone perform like they were at war with reality. You didn't move like you were trapped in this world. You moved like this world was trapped with you.

It was a full-on second-gen girl group concept—sultry, sharp, powerful. There were hip thrusts and catwalk struts, cheeky smirks and hair flips that defied physics. The crowd hooted and whistled.

Aguni didn't move.

But his eyes never left you.

You were a weapon of a different kind. Beautiful and bold and maddeningly alive. Where others survived by sharpening blades, you survived by reminding people what it meant to still feel something.

And that scared him more than any gun.

Later that night, he found you on the rooftop, where the ocean breeze cut the heat of the party. You leaned on the railing, face turned to the moon, your stage outfit half-zipped down, revealing bare shoulders and sweat-kissed skin.

"I thought you didn't care about Beach parties," you said without turning.

He stepped beside you, silent for a moment.

"I don't."

You smiled. "Yet here you are."

Aguni didn't respond immediately. He looked at you, really looked. The smeared eyeliner. The bruises from earlier games, not yet healed. The glint in your eyes that said I know exactly what I'm doing.

"I've seen people fight with knives," he said, low. "Guns. Words."

You raised a brow. "And?"

"You fight with fire."

That caught you off guard. Just for a second. Then you turned, resting your chin on your hand as you leaned toward him, amused.

"You like it?"

Aguni didn't smile. But his voice dipped into something darker, quieter.

"I respect it."

You leaned in, the air tight between you.

"Careful, Aguni. People who respect fire usually end up burned."

He met your gaze, unwavering.

"Sometimes the burn's the only thing that reminds us we're still alive."

Niragi

The Beach was loud that night. Not because of gunfire. Not because of games. But because of you.

The former idol. The glitterbomb. The girl who moved like sin and dressed like a fantasy. No one knew how you survived so long, how you kept that glow, that stage presence, but here you were—on a rigged-up platform of metal and lights, commanding the entire Beach like it was your fanbase.

Your song dropped—a sultry, synth-heavy banger straight out of a second-gen girl group playbook. Think T-ara meets Nine Muses, with lyrics that dripped attitude and sex. You strutted, twirled, body-rolled like you had something to prove.

And from the edge of the crowd, Niragi watched.

Licked his lips.

Grinned like a wolf.

He wasn't subtle about it. He never was.

When you popped your hip and flipped your hair, he whooped. Loud. When you threw a wink into the crowd, he pointed at himself and mouthed, That for me, babe?

People rolled their eyes. A few backed away. But you saw him. You saw the black shirt, the shiny piercings, the gun strapped casually to his thigh, and that shark-smile that never quite reached his eyes.

And instead of backing down?

You smirked.

And blew him a kiss.

That was it. He was hooked.

Later, he cornered you. Not in an alley���just in the hallway near the rooftop stairs, cigarette in his mouth, one hand on the wall beside your head.

"You're either the dumbest bitch here," he said, voice low and playful, "or the most dangerous. And I haven't decided which I like more."

You didn't flinch. Didn't shrink. Just looked him dead in the eye and replied, "You're loud for someone who couldn't keep up with my footwork."

He barked out a laugh. "Oh? That a challenge?"

You stepped closer, noses nearly brushing. "No. That's a warning."

Niragi blinked, caught off guard—but just for a second. Then his grin widened.

"God, I like you."

You smirked. "You should."

From that moment on, Niragi was obsessed. Not soft, not romantic—obsessed in the way only someone like him could be.

He started showing up to your practices—actual fighting skills you were learning from Kuina, not just dancing. He'd drop snarky comments like, "Those shorts get any smaller, I'm gonna pass out," trying to distract you the entire time, only to get dead-eyed and ignored.

But what made him crazy?

You never reacted like he wanted you to.

You didn't flinch. Didn't flirt back. You fought like you didn't need his attention—but you knew you had it. And you used it.

Once, during a private little "stage" performance you were forced into—only a few players watching—you did an entire number and never once looked at Niragi.

Until the very end.

One smirk. One knowing glance.

And he damn near lost his mind.

"You're not scared of me," he said one night, cornering you again. This time, quieter. "You should be."

You looked at him slowly. "You're not scared of me either. And you should be."

Silence stretched between you.

Then Niragi chuckled, low and shaky, like he didn't know whether to kiss you or kill you.

"I really don't know if I wanna dance with you… or burn everything down because I can't stop watching you."

You leaned in, lips brushing his ear.

"Either way, baby," you whispered, "you're already playing my game."

Last Boss

The air at the Beach was thick with sweat, smoke, and cheap neon lights. Another party. Another chance to forget that people were dying just outside the resort walls. A few members dragged couches around the makeshift courtyard, the vibe more rave than rebellion.

You were introduced like a secret weapon.

"Former idol," someone whispered as you took the stage. "Real deal. Like... Seoul stages. Music shows. The works."

Last Boss leaned against a pillar in the shadows, one hand on the hilt of his katana. He hadn't planned on staying long. He hated the noise. The decadence. The illusion that this was anything more than a prison in paradise's clothes.

But then the music started.

And you stepped into the spotlight.

You were stunning.

Not in the fragile, glass-doll way. No—you were commanding. The song was pulsing with second-gen flavor: high heels, synth bass, attitude in every breath. A sound born for the stage, soaked in danger and glitter.

Your body moved like you remembered what it was like to own the world. You didn't ask for attention—you took it. Every wave of your hips, every flick of your fingers was calculated, confident, and deadly in its own way.

Last Boss didn't move. Didn't blink.

He'd seen people kill with knives.

You killed with eye contact.

For a moment, the Beach vanished. It was just you, in flashing lights, backdropped by music and memory and something untouchable.

And he couldn't look away.

After the performance, the crowd dispersed, high on adrenaline and heat. You vanished from the stage, the spotlight fading—but Last Boss followed. Quiet. Unannounced.

He found you in a dim hallway near the back exit, wiping sweat from your collarbone with a small towel. You didn't jump when you saw him. You just raised a brow, still catching your breath.

"I didn't take you for a fan," you said.

He stepped closer, slow and deliberate. "I'm not."

You smiled. "Good. I don't need fans. I need people who understand what it means to survive while performing."

Last Boss tilted his head. "That's why I watched. You weren't just entertaining. You were... surviving."

You chuckled. "Takes one to know one, huh?"

He didn't laugh. But his gaze dropped to the sweat glistening on your collarbone. The faint rise and fall of your chest. The bruises hidden beneath your glitter.

"You move like a weapon," he said finally.

You stepped forward, close enough to see the flecks of red in his tired eyes. "And you watch like you're waiting for me to strike."

"I am."

You smiled—slow, dangerous. "Good. Then don't blink."

After that night, he always stood at the edge of your performances. Watching. Not clapping. Never cheering. Just... present.

And if someone got too close to you? If someone touched you without permission?

That person learned quickly that Last Boss didn't just carry that sword for aesthetic.

He didn't say he liked your performances. He didn't have to.

His silence was loyalty.

And his loyalty? That was deadlier than anything on stage.

Chishiya

Chishiya didn't do parties.

He didn't drink. He didn't dance. He didn't need to feel alive—he just needed to stay alive.

So when a crowd gathered around a makeshift stage for some "morale-boosting performance," he leaned against the second-floor railing, expression flat. Below, people whooped and clapped and screamed your name like it meant something in this godforsaken world.

He almost turned away.

Then you stepped on stage.

And Chishiya paused.

You didn't enter quietly. You strutted. A slow, deliberate walk in thigh-high boots and glitter that sparkled like broken glass. You gave the audience a lazy wink before the music dropped—a pulse of synth and bass that would've filled any club in Seoul before the world turned to hell.

Your movements were sharp. Precise. Calculated. There was something mathematical about the way you danced, like every sway of your hips had a hidden formula. Every smile was a bluff. Every hair flip? A tell.

Chishiya tilted his head.

You weren't just performing.

You were playing.

And suddenly, he was interested.

After the show, he found you alone, reapplying lip gloss in a broken mirror, your reflection fractured like everything else in this world. You saw him in the glass before you even turned.

"No autograph, sorry," you said dryly.

He smirked. "You're not just an idol, are you?"

You glanced at him. "You're not just a doctor, either."

Touché.

Chishiya stepped closer. "That performance. It wasn't just for fun."

"Of course not," you said, uncapping your gloss again. "Fun's dead. Like half the people here."

"Then what was it for?"

You turned to face him fully, eyes sharp under glitter-shadowed lids.

"Distraction," you said. "Misdirection. Power."

You leaned in, close enough for him to smell your perfume—sweet, sharp, deliberate.

"Everyone else watched me like a fantasy," you whispered. "You watched me like a threat."

A beat of silence.

Then he smiled—slow and dangerous. "Because you are."

From that night on, Chishiya watched you more carefully.

Not out of affection. Not even out of desire.

Out of respect.

Because in a place where survival came from smarts and sleight of hand, you were the only one who could weaponize rhythm and eyeliner with the precision of a surgeon.

And Chishiya?

He loved a good strategist.

Especially one who played in stilettos.

Masterlist

[koishiro]

Mira Kano (Aib moodboard) please and thank you darling, sorry I really love all ur mood boards including the AIB ones so may you please make one for me ^^

Dating Mira Kano <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : ugh she’s so pretty 🌸

[eletricheart]

Masterlist

part 1

ps: all my stories are x reader

1. Alice in Borderland

Mira Kano

Queen of a Heart + Where the skies are blue

5 ways of love

karma is a relaxing thought

evermore

Wonderland

holy ground

if not for you

mastermind

incorrect quotes: p.1

2. The Vampire Diaries

Katherine Pierce

the Salvatores

born to die

is it a deal?

right where you left me

1. my posting dates are a mess tbh, dont know when or who i'll post about

2. requests are currently closed😔✌️

3. i do not write smuts

[daddycassie]

Dark Beach

(Mira Kano x GN!reader)

Grey waves crash on a dark shore, as I watch from the balcony.

The breeze is chilly, the water must be freezing.

But I think the resort is prettier this time of year.

Nobody but me and her.

The moment I think, she’s there with me her hair dark as the rest of the moonlit night’s landscape.

Her eyes wide and her smile knowing, she lays her head on my arm, and I hold her in the cold of night.

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Note; Is this a love poem to Mira? Whaaat noooo

((Maybe))

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ body electric ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ suguru niragi x former!lover!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! please note that i do not agree with the choices of niragi and for any fanfictions i write about him, those controversial actions will be omitted!

˚ ༘♡ it was the strangest thing, stepping out of your bedroom and into a world that had ceased to exist. the familiar cadence of life, the hushed creaks of the old family estate, the distant sounds of the city beyond, had been swallowed whole by silence. you called out, expecting an answer, but none came. the lavish halls stretched empty, the doors left ajar as if abandoned in an instant. outside, the streets of tokyo stood frozen in time, emptied of their ceaseless crowds, their neon-lit chaos. no cars idling at intersections, no distant murmur of conversation, no footsteps beyond your own.

˚ ༘♡ for hours, you wandered, a lone figure adrift in a dead city. the absence of life gnawed at your mind, an eerie stillness pressing against your skin. you searched for movement, for any sign that you weren’t the last person left in the world. then, at long last, you found them, a handful of strangers clustered in the remains of a building complex, their faces etched with the same confusion and fear that pained your expression. pitiful consolation burned in your chest, only to be doused by frustration. they knew nothing. no one did.

˚ ༘♡ then came the notification, it read the following, “visa: 3 days remaining.”

˚ ༘♡ your heart pounded as you turned to one of the others, demanding to know what it meant. their answer was worse than anything your mind had conjured. you had three days to play. three days to win. fail, or refuse, and your visa would expire. and when that happened, you would die.

˚ ༘♡ it sounded absurd, a nightmare spun from exhaustion and fear. but then the first game began.

˚ ༘♡ a siren wailed through the building, red emergency lights casting the halls in an unnatural glow. a door slammed open. and then he appeared.

˚ ༘♡ a towering figure draped in dark clothing, a horse mask concealing his face, the gleam of a gun heavy in his hands. he did not hesitate. the first shot rang out, cutting through the confusion, splattering blood across the walls. screams shattered the air. chaos erupted, bodies scrambling for cover as the game of tag began, except this wasn’t a game. not really.

˚ ༘♡ you ran. every breath burned, every heartbeat a countdown to death. the masked man moved with terrifying precision, his steps unhurried, methodical. you turned a corner just as another shot rang out through the air, a body hitting the ground behind you. fear coursed through your veins like fire, but survival drove you forward.

˚ ༘♡ in the end, you lived, not by skill, not by strength, but by sheer luck. a young man and a woman, moving like they had done this before, found the safe zone in the final moments. you barely made it, collapsing against the wall, lungs heaving, the taste of fear still thick in your throat. the masked man vanished. the sirens cut off. eerie silence returned.

˚ ༘♡ your phone buzzed again. your visa had been extended.

˚ ༘♡ the next day, you could hardly move. fatigue and shock weighed you down, pinning you to the cold floor of the abandoned building you had taken refuge in. your mind refused to process what had happened, but deep down, you knew. if you didn’t move, if you didn’t act, you wouldn’t survive the next game.

˚ ༘♡ it was pure chance that you ran into them again, the two who had saved you. the young man introduced himself as ryohei arisu, the woman as yuzuha usagi. you thanked them, though words felt meaningless after what you had just endured. when they asked if you wanted to join them, you didn’t hesitate.

˚ ༘♡ arisu mentioned a location called the beach, a rumored sanctuary where players had gathered. a sliver of hope in a city that had become a graveyard.

˚ ༘♡ it took time, careful observation, and calculated risk, but after following a group of players you recognized from the game of tag, you knew you were close, but without warning a devastating blow was delivered to the back of your head and you were entrenched by darkness.

˚ ༘♡ when you woke, your wrists were bound, the scent of lavender incense thick in the air. a lavish room stretched before you, unfamiliar faces standing in the dim light. a man entered, draped in a loose robe, his presence far too casual for the circumstances. he grinned and extended his arms in a welcoming gesture, “i am sure you all have questions, and we have the answers you are searching for.”

˚ ༘♡ the robed man, who introduced himself as the hatter, was the self-proclaimed ruler of the beach. with a charismatic grin, he explained the laws that governed this facade of a sanctuary, his voice smooth, practically hypnotic, as if he had rehearsed it countless times before.

˚ ༘♡ one. all playing cards collected from the games belonged to the beach. they believed that obtaining a full deck would grant them passage back to the original world, though there was no proof, only blind faith and desperation. two. all members were to follow the will of the leader, the hatter himself, and his chosen executive members. their word was law. questioning it was not an option. three. the most sinister of all, betray the beach, and you will be executed without mercy.

˚ ༘♡ his delivery was casual and lighthearted, but the dread of those mandates settled akin to lead in your stomach. there was no room for dissent. you were not being invited, you were being conscripted.

˚ ༘♡ with no choice but to comply, you were ushered away, given a simple command: change into swimsuits. no exceptions. it was a method of control, a way to ensure no weapons could be concealed. but beyond that, it was humiliating. a stripping away of your identity, reducing you to just another body in the beach’s twisted paradise.

˚ ༘♡ you were led into a grand dressing room, its gilded mirrors and velvet benches a stark contrast to the world outside. racks of swimwear lined the walls, bright, revealing, designed for spectacle rather than function. hesitant, you sifted through the options before settling on a pearl-white one-piece with a sweetheart neckline, elegant yet understated. even so, the thought of baring yourself in such a vulnerable space made you uneasy. for a sliver of modesty, you grabbed a sheer cover-up, draping it over your shoulders before stepping out into the heart of the resort.

˚ ༘♡ and what you saw left you speechless.

˚ ༘♡ the beach was alive with indulgence. men and women in vibrant bikinis and neon swim trunks danced freely, their bodies moving under the golden glow of the sun. cocktails sloshed in their hands, music pulsed from unseen speakers, laughter rang out like the city had never vanished. it was surreal, a fever dream of excess set against the backdrop of an abandoned world.

˚ ༘♡ but beneath the revelry, there was something off. something calculated.

˚ ༘♡ as you moved through the crowd, you felt it, the leering gazes of men trailing after you, drinking you in like you were just another prize in this lawless haven. your grip tightened around your cover-up, pulling it closer, shielding yourself as best as you could without drawing attention. searching the crowd, you finally spotted familiar faces, usagi and arisu, standing off to the side, their expressions indistinct.

˚ ༘♡ relief rushed through you as you hurried over. “i thought i’d never be able to find you two.”

˚ ༘♡ usagi glanced up, her eyes taking you in. she wore a navy blue two-piece, a peach zip-up jacket pulled tightly around her frame despite the heat. her voice was low, almost conspiratorial as she muttered, “can you believe they’re making everyone dress like this? it’s humiliating.”

˚ ༘♡ arisu, arms crossed, let out a slow breath, gaze drifting toward the endless stretch of blue sky. “you think what the executives said is true?” his voice was laced with doubt. “that if we gather all the cards, we can go back?”

˚ ༘♡ neither you nor usagi answered. because what was there to say? it was a fool’s hope, a dangling promise intended to keep the beach running, to keep its members playing the games. no one knew if escape was even possible. and something told you that the people in charge of these depraved, debauched games didn’t care.

˚ ༘♡ the vivacious laughter and excitement that had consumed the resort mere moments ago began to wane, like a tide pulling back, exposing something far more menacing beneath the surface. you felt it before you saw it, a change in the air, an unspoken tension that rippled through the crowd, silencing the drunken revelry. turning your head, your breath became erratic.

˚ ༘♡ a group of men strode through the party, their presence suffocating, the very energy of the beach seeming to warp around them. at the front of the pack, you recognized him immediately, the man who had taken down the tagger during your first game. his presence had unnerved you then, and it unnerved you now. he moved with the quiet confidence of a predator, his muscled frame tense beneath his tank top, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd with indifference. he looked like a member of the yakuza with his shaved head and vicious attitude.

˚ ༘♡ yet, it was the figure behind him that truly sent a chill down your spine. a man dressed in black, his hood drawn up over his head, a long, gleaming blade clutched in his grip. his head was shaved clean, but tattoos inked his stark white skin, crawling down his neck like a web of curses. he didn’t speak. he didn’t need to. his very presence was suffocating, a walking omen of violence.

˚ ༘♡ your gaze steadily drifted to the figure on the left, and your entire body locked up.

˚ ༘♡ no.

˚ ༘♡ your heart lurched, your stomach twisting into knots so tight you felt nauseous. your breath caught in your throat, your knees going weak beneath you. your mind screamed at you that it couldn’t be, that it shouldn’t be. but it was.

˚ ༘♡ “hey, aguni, who is this jerk staring at you?”

˚ ༘♡ the masculine voice with a taunting edge, slashed through the unbearable silence, your gaze landed on him. niragi.

˚ ༘♡ he stood before you, a rifle slung casually over his shoulder, his smirk razor-sharp and laced with cruelty. but your eyes weren’t on the weapon. they weren’t even on the piercings that now lined his eyebrow and tongue, nor the unruly strands of black hair that had grown out since you last saw him.

˚ ༘♡ the same eyes that once held warmth, shyness, devotion. the same eyes that once looked at you like you were his entire world. but now? now they were malicious and dark, devoid of anything kind and compassionate. the cocky bravado was there, the smirk, the teasing edge to his voice. but for a fleeting second, just a fraction of a second, his mask slipped. his expression faltered. he recognized you. he wasn’t expecting this, he wasn’t expecting you.

˚ ༘♡ arisu, beside you, blinked in surprise. “you’re the guy from the game of tag.”

˚ ༘♡ aguni, the man leading the group, barely spared you a glance. instead, his gaze flickered over the three of you, his lips curling in something that wasn’t quite a sneer, wasn’t quite pity. “i see your friend died.” his tone was cold, impersonal. “what a shame. the weak ones survived.”

˚ ༘♡ niragi, however, was no longer looking at arisu or aguni. his full attention was on you. his fingers twitched at his side, his head tilting slightly, like he was trying to piece together if this was real or some bizarre hallucination. then, before you could even think of what to say, he took a step forward, closing the distance between you just enough to make your breath catch in your throat.

˚ ༘♡ ”it’s been a while, honey.”

˚ ༘♡ his voice was laced with mockery, with that menacing brutality, but there was something else too, something genuine. a sliver of sincerity buried beneath it all, a trace of something that made your heart ache, remnants of the niragi you once cherished so deeply.

˚ ༘♡ “why are you hanging out with this loser?” niragi seethed, his voice ridden with contempt as his glare locked onto arisu. before arisu could even process the insult, let alone defend himself, niragi swung the end of his rifle into his face with a sickening crack. the impact sent arisu crashing onto the cold, tiled floor, his head snapping back against the hard surface.

˚ ༘♡ blood gushed from his nose and mouth almost instantly, painting the shining white tiles in deep crimson. he barely had a chance to react before niragi loomed over him, lifting his boot and slamming it into his ribs. arisu curled inward, gasping in pain, but niragi wasn’t done. he kicked him again, this time in the head.

˚ ༘♡ usagi let out a panicked cry and dropped to the ground beside arisu, her hands flying up to shield him. “stop! please!” she shouted, desperation cracking her voice. she tried to shove niragi away, but he barely stumbled. without hesitation, he turned and shoved her back with enough force to send her sprawling across the floor.

˚ ༘♡ “what the hell are you doing?” you snapped, horror and disbelief flooding your veins. your mind reeled, unable to make sense of what you were seeing, of the man standing before you. niragi had once been the one suffering under the weight of cruelty, bullied relentlessly until he had nearly been broken. you had been the one to step in, to defend him, to pull him from the insults and beatings of others. and now, here he was, standing in the shoes of the very monsters who had tormented him.

˚ ༘♡ what happened to him?

˚ ༘♡ “niragi, enough! no more!” you yelled out, but he ignored you, lifting his boot again as if he had already decided arisu’s fate.

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t think. you acted. you threw yourself in front of him, your body a barrier between niragi and the bloodied mess of arisu curled up on the floor. usagi was already huddled beside him, shielding him as best as she could. you could see niragi’s rise and fall as adrenaline coursed through his veins, feel his eyes boring into you, but you didn’t care.

˚ ༘♡ “what have you become?” you shouted, your voice shaking, your emotions threatening to swallow you whole. “have you lost your mind because of these games? is this who you are now?”

˚ ༘♡ niragi stood motionless, his expression darkening. for a minute, something unreadable glistened in his gaze, something vanishing, something buried beneath layers of cruelty and indifference. then, his lips coiled into a sneer.

˚ ༘♡ “what have i become?” he mocked, his tone laced with amusement. “why are you being so melodramatic?”

˚ ༘♡ your heart pounded as you looked past him, at the men standing behind him, watching without saying a word. this was for them. niragi wasn’t just acting out of anger, he was performing, playing the role expected of him, preserving whatever foreboding image he had built here.

˚ ༘♡ he exhaled sharply and tilted his head, his smirk growing. “get out of my way, would you?” his voice was almost teasing, but there was a dangerous edge beneath it. he reached out, fingers brushing against your cheek in a touch that once would have made you feel more beloved than any woman in the world. but now? now, it was no different than the most potent of venom.

˚ ༘♡ your grimaced with revulsion, and before he could even register it, you jerked away, stepping back like his touch had burned you. niragi chuckled, shaking his head. “come on, don’t be like that,” he mused. “i promise we’ll have all the time in the world to catch up, after i finish with these two.”

˚ ༘♡ he moved to step around you, his patience wearing thin, but you blocked him again. this time, your stance was firmer, your hands clenching into fists at your sides, your fingernails digging into the skin of your palms. you could feel your pulse pounding in your throat, but you forced yourself to meet his gaze, unflinching.

˚ ༘♡ “niragi, please.”

˚ ༘♡ his name left your lips softer this time, stripped of the anger, stripped of the disbelief. it was a plea, not simply for arisu’s sake but for his, for the young man you once knew, the one you once loved.

˚ ༘♡ niragi hesitated. for a short while, something in his expression changed. you held his gaze, hoping, praying, that somewhere beneath the layers of cruelty and violence, he still remembered, those late-night phone calls, the way he used to look at you when he thought you weren’t watching, the warmth of his fingers laced through yours on lazy afternoons at the café. if there was anything left of that niragi, maybe, just maybe, he would stop.

˚ ༘♡ his smirk twitched, his tongue flicking over the silver piercing on his lip. then, with a lazy wave of his hand, he scoffed. “eh, whatever,” he muttered, swinging his rifle back over his shoulder as if nothing had happened. “this is no fun with you whining in my ear.” he turned away without another glance, striding off like he had already forgotten all about you. the rest of the men followed, their presence dissipating as quickly as it had arrived. aguni lingered for a tad longer, his expression obscured and harsh, before he, too, disappeared into his horde of followers.

˚ ༘♡ you stood bewildered, the tension in your body unraveling all at once, leaving only nausea in its wake. the atmosphere still buzzed with energy from the resort party, but it all felt so far away, like a different world entirely. your mind returned to arisu and usagi, they required your help.

˚ ༘♡ you spun on your heel and dropped to your knees beside him. he was still on the floor, barely conscious, his face drained of color, his body limp. usagi knelt beside him, pressing her zip-up jacket against his forehead to slow the bleeding. the fabric was already stained deep red.

˚ ༘♡ panic surged through you. you reached out, brushing arisu’s shoulder tenderly, trying to ground yourself as much as him. “i’ll get help, okay? stay here.”

˚ ༘♡ usagi nodded, her jaw tight, her focus entirely on arisu. you pushed yourself to your feet, your heart hammering as you turned and ran. you didn’t know where you were going. you didn’t even know who you could turn to in a place like this. but you had to hurry. arisu was losing too much blood, his life was in danger, because of niragi.

˚ ༘♡ your mind still couldn’t fully grasp it, the sheer impossibility of what he had become. your sweet and loving boyfriend you once knew was gone, replaced by a man who could smile through savagery, who could beat someone half to death and consider it entertainment.

˚ ༘♡ niragi was gone. whatever had taken his place, you weren’t sure you wanted to understand.

a/n: my first alice in borderland fanfiction! if you have any thoughts or requests, please let me know! 🤍

[thinkingofchishiya]

HIIII ALICE IN BORDERLAND FANDOM ID LIKE TO ADRESS SOME VERY VERY INTERESTING MANGA LORE / ANGST ABOUT KYUMA AND MIRA

So for those who don’t know, all of the game masters during arisu’s time arrived only days after eachother and all met very quickly- almost becoming a group like we see with our protagonists.

Mira met Kuzuryu (the king of diamonds) , and then they came to encounter Shirabi (the king of spades) who was on his fourth day, On kyumas 2nd day he left his band in the morning to go for a run and this is when he bumped into Shirabi, who was exercising to the radio.

Not too long after mira approaches shirabi for the first time, as he was burying someone. She asks why he was burying someone he didn't even know, and he tells her that humans don't want to die atop some asphalt, that it breaks the cycle of life. This fascinates mira who tells him that she'll plant some seeds on top of the graves, and water them everyday until they grow. Eventually, they all start sprouting flower buds.

Every morning they all met up at the same place to do radio calisthenics and to talk. Mira and Kuzuryu played a game of chess once while getting to know each other better. One of my favourite quotes is “she is seen proudly showing off the massive fish she caught to Kyūma.”

It is said on the 87th day of sojourn for the king of spades is when they all had their final game and were given the option to stay or leave the borderlands, this means they spent 87 mornings together and more😭 can you imagine the regular morning meet the day after kyuma died, him simply not turning up after all that time and the group knowing it was because he lost his game and was gone.

When they finally only had one game card left to beat, kyuma suggested a celebration in which they completed it together for the first time. Their first and only group game together was their last before they all chose to stay in the borderlands and became game masters of the cards they beat. This meant their last game was a game of clubs.

and like i don’t fucking care, mira and kyuma were BESTIES i tell you!!! she finds the beauty in human nature and would’ve loved kyumas outlook on life and his little quirks. My favourite platonic rare pair right there!!!

“she is seen proudly showing off the massive fish she caught to Kyūma.” i’m not crying YOU are.

the game masters are so scooby doo mystery gang coded and i won’t explain further !!

edit: kyuma and tatta were both the first people of their groups to die and they died in the same game (cries)

[dreamy-crow]

Accidental touches

[Couple: Kano Mira × fem!reader]

[Size: 3404 words, 19,186 characters]

[English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes. I hope you enjoy this story. I accept any criticism, so don't be afraid to express your opinion. Enjoy reading.]

—Here, take the card.

You handed your playing card to the woman dressed in black. Every night, one of the leaders of the "Beach" gathered all the cards brought by the players. Tonight, that role belonged to Number 7 and Number 2. Mira took the card with a gentle smile, first examining it and then shifting her gaze to you.

—Thank you. Today, you've brought us one step closer to our goal.

You forced a tired smile in return, but your attention lingered on the card you had just handed over. A sharp sting burned your eyes as memories from only an hour ago resurfaced. The game had been a Six of Hearts—one that deeply affected your subconscious and perception of everything around you. There had been many participants at the start, but under the psychological pressure of the game, only a few had managed to make it through.

Your hand clenched into a fist involuntarily, a movement that didn't go unnoticed. A soft voice pulled you from your thoughts.

—Y/N, you do remember that I was a psychiatrist in the old world, don’t you? If you need a moment to talk, I’m always here.

Your gaze lifted from the Six of Hearts resting in her delicate fingers. You met Mira’s dark eyes, where you could see flickers of concern. For a brief second, your breath hitched. Would it be wise to ask for help? As soon as the thought crossed your mind, the heavy weight of memories came crashing down on you again. The answer slipped from your lips before you could even think it through.

—I… I’d like to talk to you. But you’re busy right now—.

Mira raised a hand slightly, stopping you mid-sentence.

—I think Kuzuryu can handle the cards on his own. No need to worry. Could you wait for me by the stairs?

—Ah? Yeah, no problem.

You stepped back to the place she had pointed to. From there, you watched as Mira spoke quietly with Kuzuryu, handing him the cards along with a paper listing who had submitted which one. The bespectacled man took the items, and with that, Mira turned toward you. She walked ahead, leading the way, and you obediently followed.

The lingering dampness in your eyes made your vision blur, and you fought the urge to cry right there. To distract yourself, you focused on every little detail around you—the walls, the steps, the passing figures. Then, your attention landed on Mira.

Even on ordinary days, you had noticed the effortless grace in Mira Kano’s movements—the way she walked, leaving no unnecessary sound behind. You often caught yourself admiring the way her hands moved or listening intently to her voice, even when you didn’t have to. Even now, her posture was perfectly straight, her steps measured and precise.

《Like a queen.》

That thought had crossed your mind before. If you really thought about it, her last name did mean "queen." Maybe that was part of what made her so captivating.

The scenery changed once again, and before you realized it, you had stopped in front of a door. Mira pushed it open, stepping aside in silent invitation. You hesitated for a brief moment—was it really okay to enter? But her warm smile reassured you. As you stepped inside, the door shut softly behind you.

She switched on the light, allowing you to take in your surroundings. The room was immaculate, neat and orderly, with gothic elements that reflected its owner’s personality.

—It’s really nice in here.

—Thank you. I tried to make it as comfortable as possible. You can sit in one of those chairs.

Following her gaze, your eyes landed on two plush white chairs. You nodded in gratitude, settling into one of them. Meanwhile, Mira poured a glass of water and placed it in front of you.

Your hand trembled slightly as you took the glass. You took a small sip of water, but it did little to soothe the turmoil inside you. There was so much you wanted to say, yet you had no idea where to begin.

Mira waited patiently, her piercing black eyes fixed on you as if she could see straight into your soul, as if she already knew everything. But that was impossible. She hadn’t been there—this wasn’t her game.

After half a minute of silence, she seemed to understand what was wrong. Her voice, calm and almost meditative, gently broke through your hesitation.

—You don’t want to tell me what happened in that game?

Nervously, you began rubbing your thumb against your other fingers.

—As you already know, it was a Six of Hearts game. We were all in a large room at first, but then the game instructed us to separate. Each of us had to enter a different room. At first, I was just doing a series of meaningless tasks. I even thought… maybe they’d made a mistake about the suit of the game. How naive I was…

You paused for a moment, searching for the right words to explain what happened next. Mira, though she showed no outward reaction, was absorbing every word, piecing everything together in her mind. Taking a deeper breath, you continued.

—Then I started noticing a scent. It was sweet, like honey. At the time, I didn’t think much of it, but now I realize how strange it was—there was no reason for it to be there.

Your fingers trembled as the memories resurfaced, and your heart clenched painfully. Mira’s hand gently covered yours, a small but deliberate attempt to offer a sense of security, a subtle invitation to trust her. Almost unconsciously, you pressed your hand closer to hers, seeking comfort.

—What else was strange about the scent?

—For a while, I kept following the tasks… but then… I started hearing sounds. And then… I started seeing people who—.

The first tears fell, slipping down your cheeks and soaking into your clothes. Mira’s grip on your hand tightened just slightly, a quiet reassurance that she was still here. You tried to continue, but as soon as you opened your mouth, a lump in your throat tightened, choking your words.

The former psychotherapist studied your expression carefully, watching every shift in your emotions. Finally, your voice, barely above a whisper, broke the silence.

—I… I don’t think I can tell you everything that happened…

Your throat felt tight, making your voice soft and strained, but Mira heard you clearly. A bitter smile curled at your lips, but you didn’t expect an answer. At first, Mira didn’t say anything either. Instead, her hand moved gently to your face, brushing away a stray tear with the lightest touch. She watched her own actions for a moment before her gaze returned to yours.

—I understand. If you want, you don’t have to say anything. Just cry if you need to. Holding it in will only make it worse later.

Something inside you cracked at those words. With the unspoken permission granted, you pressed a trembling hand over your mouth to muffle the sobs, but it did little to hide them. Not that anyone would judge you for it.

Mira slowly withdrew her hand from yours, and for a brief second, you felt a cool trace of air in its absence—before something warm enveloped you.

She was holding you.

A delicate yet steady arm wrapped around your back, her palm moving in slow, soothing strokes from the base of your spine to the top.

Mira had always been good at earning people’s trust. She enjoyed unraveling them, observing their emotions like a puzzle, studying the way they reacted under pressure. She loved watching her games unfold, feeling every raw moment through the screen.

But now… she wasn’t sure why she had offered you comfort.

At first, she had been analyzing you, just as she always did. But when your emotions surfaced—when the sorrow in your voice turned into something tangible—something within her shifted.

And for the first time in a long while, she simply wanted to ease someone’s pain.

Without realizing it, you wrapped your arms around her in return, your head resting against her shoulder as your tears soaked into the black fabric of her clothing. Your shoulders trembled with quiet sobs, and Mira continued to hold you, one hand still gliding gently up and down your back while the other moved to cradle the back of your head.

That night, she felt the damp warmth of your tears seeping through the lace of her cloak, sinking into her skin. But she did not let go. She stayed, patiently holding you until your breathing steadied—until your sorrow had finally run its course.

Quite some time had passed since that night, yet you still remembered Mira’s help as if it had happened just yesterday. Since then, you had started noticing each other more often in different corners of the hotel. Before, your interactions had been limited to polite smiles or small waves. But after that night, you sometimes made an effort to start brief conversations. The desire to repay her kindness grew stronger in your heart with each passing day.

You stood idly in one of the Beach’s corridors, absentmindedly adjusting a painting you had accidentally nudged while walking past. A quiet, familiar voice reached your ears, causing you to pause and check if your hearing was playing tricks on you. But no—you weren’t mistaken. Mira Kano was walking side by side with a young man you didn’t recognize. It seemed to be the first time you had seen him here. Mira had her fingers interlaced as she spoke about something, her posture as flawless as always, her face carrying a trace of amusement. Step by step, the two of them drew closer until they were standing before you. You offered a charming smile.

—Hey.

—Oh, hey, Y/N.

Your gaze flickered from Mira to the unfamiliar young man, and she was quick to introduce him.

—This is Kenji, the newest member of the Beach.

—Nice to meet you.

he said with a bright smile.

—Likewise.

Though Kenji’s grin was warm, there was a slight nervousness behind it—he was clearly trying to make a good impression. Your attention drifted back to Mira.

—Are you giving him a tour?

—Yes.

An idea suddenly sparked in your mind. Could this be your chance to repay Mira for her kindness? Perhaps she could use a short break. Biting your lip, you hesitated briefly before gathering the courage to make your suggestion.

—Hey… would it be okay if I gave him the tour instead?

You tensed slightly as two pairs of surprised eyes turned to you.

—Are you sure? It won’t be too much trouble?

—Not at all. I’d be happy to do it.

—Thank you.

Mira sent you a grateful smile before instructing Kenji to follow you. He obediently fell into step beside you, listening intently to every word you said, eager to absorb as much information as possible. He didn’t interrupt, only speaking when you had finished to ask questions or clarify details.

Eventually, the two of you stepped outside to explore the recreational areas. It was daytime, so the music wasn’t as loud as it usually was. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed how captivated Kenji seemed by the scene before him. He was probably seeing, for the first time since arriving in the Borderlands, people having fun—truly, freely enjoying themselves without the weight of survival pressing down on them. You asked.

—Do you want to join them?

—No. I think I’d rather take my time adjusting first.

—Fair enough. Have you been to your room yet?

—Not yet, but Mira mentioned it’s on the second floor. I was hoping to change into something more comfortable.

Only then did you really take in his current outfit.

—I can take you there. That way, you can pick out something that suits you better.

Kenji simply nodded in agreement. He had clearly memorized the rules of the Beach well—he wasn’t about to break the first one and risk his life over something so trivial.

Upon reaching the designated area, a staff member in charge of clothing greeted you both, quickly pulling out various swimwear options for Kenji. After a short moment of consideration, he made his choice.

He changed swiftly, and you took a moment to glance him over. Unlike the women, who had to wear swimsuits, the men had the freedom to walk around in swim shorts and loose, airy T-shirts. His choice seemed practical and comfortable.

From that moment on, whenever Kenji needed guidance, he turned to you. As a result, the two of you started spending more time together, making your ordinary days a little more interesting. When your visa expiration dates aligned, you often went to games together. At first, you weren’t entirely comfortable with the idea—many games required betrayal or sacrifices. But so far, you had been lucky.

You also found yourself thinking about Mira more often, wondering where she was at any given moment. There were times when the two of you would sit together, drinking warm beverages and sharing snacks. During those moments, you felt an unexpected sense of peace and comfort. Mira always knew exactly how to lift your spirits.

And then… there was something else.

More and more often, one of you would find excuses to touch the other. A fleeting brush of knees under the table. Fingers lightly grazing in passing. One time, Mira even joked about it.

—You know, we’re starting to act like an old married couple.

Her words had sent warmth rushing to your cheeks, but you had played along with a teasing smile.

—I wouldn’t mind spending years with you.

Mira's jokes always made you smile, but this time you felt something warm and inexplicable well up inside. 

Music played all around, and the lights from the spotlights reflected off the surface of the pool. Laughter echoed through the night as people drank, dove into the water, and indulged in each other’s company. Couples openly caressed and kissed, the atmosphere thick with carefree intimacy.

You and Kenji stood near the bar, sipping your cocktails. The man beside you leaned in closer, wanting to say something. The music was too loud, and only at this distance could you clearly make out his words.

— Is it just me, or do the fruits taste different tonight?

— I haven’t tried them yet.

Kenji picked up a plate of fruit from the bar and held it out for you to take a piece. You took your time savoring the flavor, trying to determine if anything was off.

— It’s just your imagination. They taste fine.

— Then I must have had a bit too much to drink.

You gave him a sympathetic look, to which he let out a small laugh before continuing to talk about random things.

From across the pool, Mira stood watching. Her posture remained flawless, her expression unreadable. Yet, her fingers slowly traced the rim of her glass as if something weighed on her mind. The scene before her stirred emotions she had long acknowledged but never acted upon. She had stopped viewing you as just a pleasant acquaintance long ago. And now, a single question occupied her thoughts—did Kenji see you the same way?

The atmosphere remained lighthearted and friendly, but Kenji suddenly felt the weight of someone’s gaze. He couldn’t pinpoint where it came from or who it belonged to, but the sensation was undeniably strange. He tried to brush it off, assuming it was just someone staring absentmindedly—or maybe just his imagination.

Mira didn’t approach too quickly; she moved through the crowd like a shadow, her steps light and assured. That was why neither of you noticed her presence until she placed her glass on the counter.

She stood beside you, a soft smile playing on her lips before leaning in slightly toward both of you.

— Good evening, Y/N and Kenji. Kenji, I see you’re settling in well.

— Yeah, I’ve had some help with that.

— That’s very good.

Mira’s gaze shifted from him to you as she gracefully draped an arm over your shoulder, pulling you just a little closer. Then, warm breath brushed against your ear.

— I’d love to take a little walk with you. Would you mind?

Her voice was soft, melodic, almost hypnotic. She didn’t glance at Kenji or anyone else—her focus was entirely on you.

You looked at her in surprise. It was the first time she had invited you for a walk this late. Turning your head, you met Kenji’s gaze; he seemed confused but didn’t interrupt, patiently waiting for your response.

— Kenji, I’m sorry, but I think I’ll go.

— That’s fine. See you tomorrow, then.

— See you tomorrow.

Mira concealed her victorious smile as she registered your approval. She didn’t remove her hand from your elbow, simply guiding you away from the bustling party with effortless grace.

You both walked along the narrow stone path, illuminated by the soft glow of small lanterns. Ahead, the familiar outlines of the mini-garden on the hotel grounds began to take shape. During the day, this place was cozy, but at night, it took on a special charm: the moonlight and the warm glow of the lanterns reflected off the leaves, creating an enchanting, almost surreal atmosphere.

Mira silently led you forward, and you didn’t dare ask where exactly. There was something soothing about this silence, something you liked. Soon, a large garden swing appeared among the trees.

— Shall we sit here?

— I'd love to.

Mira let go of your elbow, and for a moment, you felt an unexpected nostalgia for the warmth of her touch. You were the first to settle onto the swing, while she stopped by one of the bushes, plucking a perfect red rose. Then, she joined you.

You gently pushed off the ground with your feet, setting the swing into a slow, rhythmic motion. At first, you simply enjoyed the quiet, but soon, you felt the urge to break it.

— Mira, do you like this world?

— This world?

— I mean the Borderland.

— Oh, an interesting name, — she smiled faintly. — I find it fascinating to be here. There are so many different people, and watching them is intriguing.

— And the games? Aren’t you afraid for your life?

— No. When I play, I remind myself that games are meant to be enjoyed.

You pondered her words, trying to decide how to feel about them. You simply nodded, showing that you understood her perspective.

A light breeze suddenly stirred, making strands of your hair sway gently. Mira reached out, running her fingers through your hair, carefully tucking it back. You froze as you felt the cool stem of the flower brush against your ear. Her fingers moved slowly, deliberately. Finally, she withdrew her hand.

— This rose suits you beautifully.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks, nearly matching the color of the petals. Mira barely held back a laugh upon noticing your reaction.

With delicate fingertips, you brushed over the soft petals, wondering how you looked at that moment. There was no mirror nearby, but if Mira said it suited you, then it must be true.

An impulsive surge made you lean forward and press the lightest of kisses to her cheek.

— Thank you.

Mira blinked in surprise, but instead of her usual confident smile, a faint shyness appeared on her face. It was something unfamiliar for her, but in its own way, it suited her.

The quiet of the evening was lulling, and a hint of drowsiness crept in as a small yawn escaped you. Mira, noticing this, gently touched her shoulder.

— If you want, you can lean on me.

— Huh? T-thank you…

It was an opportunity too precious to miss. A little hesitantly, you rested your head against her shoulder. Mira remained still, not wanting to disrupt the moment.

Your hands brushed against each other, and you felt her fingers softly intertwining with yours. Together, you continued to swing, enjoying the peaceful night and each other's company. Your eyes grew heavier, and for a moment, you allowed them to close.

You didn’t fall into a deep sleep, so you were able to feel it—Mira leaning in slightly, leaving a soft, barely perceptible kiss on the crown of your head.

[moon-kitsune]

Mira's Gambit

Summary. Mira challenges you to a personal game devoid of the usual rules, stakes high with the promise of possession or power. As you agree the air crackles signaling an impending shift— leaving you caught in her web as chaos erupts.

Pairing. Mira Kano x Reader

Word Count. 1K

Warnings. Psychological manipulation, implied danger, intense power dynamics, suggestive content, emotional tension.

The air in the Borderlands usually feels heavy to you, like it's pressing down on your lungs just to remind you that you're still alive. Tonight, though, it's different.

It's sharper, electric, as if the world itself knows something's about to snap.

You stand in the shadow of the Beach's flickering neon lights, the distant hum of chaos buzzing in your ears. The game's over—for now—but the real one that's been simmering between you and her is only beginning.

Mira steps closer, her heels clicking against the cracked pavement like a metronome, counting down to something inevitable. Her lips curl into that signature smile—half amusement, half menace—and her dark eyes glint with a curiosity that's both predatory and unnervingly intimate.

She's beautiful, of course. She always is. But beauty in the Borderlands is just another weapon, and Mira wields it better than most.

"You are the only game I can't seem to win," she says, her voice smooth as silk, laced with something dangerously close to frustration. She tilts her head, studying you like you're a puzzle she's one move away from solving—or breaking apart entirely.

You don't flinch. You've learned not to, not with her.

Mira thrives on reactions, on the little cracks people show when she twists their minds into knots. But you? You've always been different. You see the strings she pulls, the way her words bend reality into whatever shape she wants. And somehow, you keep slipping through her fingers.

"Is that why you keep playing?" you ask, your voice steady despite the way your heart hammers against your ribs. You step closer, closing the distance she's so carefully maintained.

It's a risk—you know it is—but you've survived worse than Mira Kano. At least, that's what you tell yourself.

Her smile falters, just for a fraction of a second, and it's enough to send a thrill down your spine. She hates this. Hates how you unravel her, how you make her feel something she can't control. Vulnerability isn't in her playbook, yet here you are, rewriting the rules.

She recovers quickly, stepping even closer until the space between you is nothing but heat and tension. Her fingers brush the edge of your jaw, light as a feather but heavy with intent. "You're either the smartest person in this world," she purrs, her breath warm against your skin, "or the dumbest. Which is it?"

The question hangs there, sharp and taunting. You could answer—could throw something clever back at her, keep the dance going, but instead, you hold her gaze. Her eyes narrow slightly, searching for the tell she's so used to finding in everyone else. But you don't give it to her. Not yet.

"Maybe I'm just the only one who's not afraid of you," you say, voice low, daring her to prove you wrong.

Her laugh is soft, almost genuine, and it sends a shiver through you. "Oh, darling," she murmurs, her fingers trailing down to your collarbone, lingering there like she's marking her territory. "You should be."

There's a moment—a heartbeat—where neither of you moves. The world around you fades, the Beach's noise swallowed by the gravity of whatever this is.

You've seen Mira toy with people and break them down until they beg for her mercy or approval. But with you, it's different. She doesn't just want to win. She wants to understand. And that's what keeps her coming back, circling you like a moth drawn to a flame she can't touch without burning.

Her hand drops suddenly, and she steps back, the mask slipping back into place. "Let's play a game," she says, her tone shifting to something lighter, deceptively playful. "A real one, just you and me. No cards, no lasers, no rules the others have to follow."

"Just me and you..."

Your stomach twists. Mira's games are never simple, and they're never safe. But the way she's looking at you like you're the only thing in this twisted world worth her attention makes it impossible to say no.

"What's the prize?" you ask because you're not naive enough to think she'd offer this without something at stake, something that she could gain. Her smile widens, and there's a glint in her eyes that promises chaos.

"If I win, you're mine. Completely. No more of this… resistance." She gestures vaguely at you as if your defiance is a tangible thing, and she can wave away. "And if you win…" She pauses, letting the words dangle like bait.

She hums to herself like a child playing a game when they already know what they want from the interaction. "Well, you'll have to decide what you want from me. Assuming you can."

It's a trap. You know it is. But the challenge in her voice, the way she's daring you to step into her web, ignites something reckless in you. You've survived the Borderlands this long by playing smart and staying one step ahead. Maybe this is how you finally beat her—or maybe it's how she finally gets you.

"Deal," you say, and the word feels like a gunshot in the silence.

Mira's eyes light up, and you see something raw beneath her composure for the first time—excitement, maybe, or something darker. She steps closer again, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers, "Then let's begin."

Before you can react, the ground beneath you trembles. A low rumble builds, the kind that signals a game's about to start—or end.

Mira pulls back, her expression unreadable, and the neon lights flicker wildly overhead. Somewhere in the distance, a voice crackles through the air, distorted and mechanical: "Players, prepare for the next stage."

Your eyes lock with hers, and in that split second, you realize she knew you'd agree; she knew she'd get you. She planned this. Whatever's coming, it's not just a game between you and her—it's something bigger, something she's already three moves ahead in.

"Run," she says, her voice soft but commanding, and then she's gone, vanishing into the shadows as the world around you erupts into chaos.

Would anyone be interested in a part 2 to this?

[lulu-bin]

Oh my fucking god I have Alice in Borderland brainrot. Someone please fucking talk to me about it I am begging.

If you have no idea what it is, go on Netflix and watch it right now, your cult leader demands it.

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aib girls and texts they'd send you

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Pavlov's dog

Part 1

Yandere!Mira x male!reader

Trigger warning: Swearing and mentions of car crash and guns. Mira is manipulative and doesn't seem people as actual complex human beings

Please note: this isn't proofread

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"A little more"

You worked at a local frozen yogurt shop and have had unreasonable customers before but this middle aged woman telling you to bombard their frozen yogurt in way too many sprinkles was definitely the worst.

"Here you go ma'am"

"More"

With a sigh you mustered your best 'I'm not being paid enough for this smile' and added four more spoonfuls of sprinkles.

It's been a trend lately. So called influencers would come into the shop and shove a camera in your face while asking for an ungodly amount of toppings. you're not exactly sure why but it's made your job harder to do that's for sure.

"Thanks" She paid without even leaving a tip.

~*~*~*~*~

Despite dealing with unreasonable customers,cleaning up after questionable puddles in the bathrooms and working under a tight time crunch you did have a pretty kind manager.

Workers were allowed to take some ice cream home with them which you definitely enjoyed. You'd always pack some to take home with you to share with your roommate.

By the time you closed the shop and drove home it was dark, no one was on the road. You were exhausted and just wanted to go home so you passed a red light. You didn't see the other car coming. It hit your left at the intersection and sent you swerving. you desperately tried to take control by frantically turning the wheel but it happened so fast.

I'm dead. Atleast I hope so. I can't pay that insurance so god help me.

Your car was upside down and you had a giant fucking migraine. You reached out to soothe the pain. Blood. There was blood on your hand. It took a while for your body to move, unbuckle your seatbelt and crawl out the car with slow tired movements.

"Are you alright?"

...what the actual hell?

The other driver was just here. How'd they disappear. Did they just drive off?

"Damn hit and runners" You couldn't shake this feeling though that something was off. This city felt more empty.

~*~*~*~*

"You're such a slut. Am I not enough for you?"

The beach was thrilling at first. Mira loved the borderlands. She loved the way her little boytoys got so worked up when she played their small minds like her own personal orchestra.

She yawned as she heard this guy yap angrily about her sleeping around. She really didn't care that she hurt his feelings. He was just a toy that frankly wasn't as fun to play with anymore "Can we wrap this up?"

"You fucking bitch" the man's anger was riled up by her nonchalance.

She rolled her eyes as he stormed out and decided to pour herself a nice cup of tea. The woman sat on the balcony of her private,upgraded room. She peered down at the crowd.

Playing with men and women were fun but the thing she loved most was watching how people tried to find meaning in this world. Hatter with his drinking and Chishiya with his overthinking and forced apathy. It was so entertaining but she's growing bored.

She needed something new. A new doll to play with. These people have become way too predictable.

That's when she saw you. She's never seen someone look so unsure of themselves. The way you moved so stiff like a robot made her smile.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

You tried doing things on your own but one game of diamonds and you were positively traumatised. You'd often get nightmares about all those innocent people.

At first you thought this was a hell made specially for you but upon meeting a man called Arisu you got more clarity over the situation.

This place was suspected to be some alternative universe that's called the borderlands. No one's sure how it works but you have an expiration date and need to compete in games to survive. There's also this place called the beach.

It feels weird seeing people have fun and party when there's so much death happening around them.

"Arisu?" At some point you've lost him in the crowd.

You tried to weave through the cluster of people to catch up with the acquaintance in the distance, accidentally bumping into a dark haired man with multiple piercings. "Oi,you messed up my shirt you little shit"

A gun was pointed at your chest before you could even stutter out an apology over the spilled drink. "I-I didn't mean to...I just-" Why couldn't you speak? You felt frozen like a deer in headlights. Why isn't your brain working? Why can't you just move or at least say something and talk your way out of this?

"Put the gun down Niragi"

This Niragi guy looked annoyed but reluctantly put his gun down. "Fuck this" He spat on your shoes and you cringed at the gross sight but decided to be passive and not say anything.

Mira smiled in response. Usually she wouldn't care about who Niragi shoots but she can't let him break her toys before she gets to even play with them. That would just be unethical.

Upon looking closer she had a moment of recognition and it only made her more excited but she masked it well "Y/N-san"

Her smile was sweet yet not warm or genuine. It irked you a bit that someone could look so...welcoming yet threatening all at once. For a moment you were confused by her comment "You know my name?" How the hell did she know your name?

Then it hit you.

"Mira?"

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A/N: I'm trying out something new. let me know if you want a part two :)

Part 2:

[ghostlynightpanda]

AIB x Reader where reader is extremely clingy, cuddly, and touchy with them. Like whenever reader is with them, reader needs to be hugging them, holding their hand, cuddling them, or leaning on them 24/7

AIB Characters react to Reader being clingy 

A/N: I'm sorry for taking so long. I've just gotten a puppy, so I haven't had much time the past few days. I still hope you like it!

content/warnings: Ann, Kuina, Mira, Aguni, Niragi, Last Boss, Chishiya, canon typical blood and violence, 3.451 words

Ann

Ann had always been composed. Private. Untouchable, almost. She didn't flinch in life-or-death situations, never raised her voice, and rarely smiled in front of others. She'd spent most of her life learning to be still—calm in chaos. Which made you, by all accounts, the opposite of everything she was used to.

You clung to her like static. A walking, talking, warm-blooded koala with a heart too big for your own body. The first time you held her hand in front of everyone at the Beach, she nearly pulled away on instinct—not out of discomfort, but surprise. You had beamed at her like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"You don't like holding hands?" You'd asked, tilting your head.

She stared at your interlocked fingers. "It's not that I don't like it."

You leaned your head on her shoulder, unapologetically content. "Then I'll just keep doing it."

And you did.

Whenever you walked together, your hand always found hers. When you sat down to eat, your leg pressed to her thigh like magnetism. When she was patching a wound or cleaning her gear, you were either leaning on her, cuddling her arm, or slumping against her back. Like it was a reflex. Like your body simply needed to be touching hers to function.

At first, it was… distracting.

Ann was used to solitude. Quiet corners. The absence of warmth. You, however, treated physical affection like oxygen.

She tried to resist, once.

You had dozed off against her after a long patrol, your arm slung across her stomach and your nose buried in her neck. Ann lay there stiffly, staring at the ceiling of the dark dorm room like it might offer answers. She debated gently moving you off her, but you made a small content noise in your sleep and cuddled closer.

She didn't move after that.

Eventually, your clinginess stopped being strange. It just became… you.

Like when you plopped down beside her during a strategy meeting, immediately draping yourself across her lap with zero shame. Arisu gave a short, surprised laugh. Chishiya didn't even look up.

Ann didn't say a word. She just reached out and began running her fingers through your hair while she listened to the game plan.

After that, no one questioned it.

There were still moments when it caught her off guard. Like when you wrapped your arms around her waist while she was sharpening a knife, or when you hugged her from behind in the hallway and buried your face between her shoulder blades.

"You could have startled me," she murmured once.

"You knew it was me," you mumbled into her back.

She couldn't argue with that.

One night, after a long and grueling Hearts game, Ann returned bloodied and bruised. You were waiting in her room, pacing like a nervous animal. The moment you saw her, you practically tackled her with a hug.

"You're okay," you whispered, voice thick.

She winced slightly but didn't push you away. You were trembling.

"I thought—what if you didn't come back? I didn't even get to say goodbye properly—"

Ann's arms wrapped around you, firm and grounding. "I'm here."

You pulled back just enough to cup her face. "You're not allowed to leave me. Ever. Got it?"

There was something teary and fierce in your expression—your love wrapped in desperation.

Ann didn't flinch from it. She reached up, rested her hand over yours, and nodded once.

"I'm not going anywhere."

You curled into her chest and held her like the world was ending. She let you. And when she finally lay down beside you, she didn't resist when you latched onto her like a starfish.

She just closed her eyes… and pulled you closer.

Kuina

Living in the Borderlands meant accepting a certain level of unpredictability: deadly games, crumbling buildings, and people who could snap at any moment.

And then there was you.

You, with your relentless affection, soft eyes, and the absolute refusal to go more than five minutes without touching Kuina in some way.

She first noticed it when you started draping yourself across her lap during downtime at the Beach, completely unfazed by the stares from other residents. You'd hum little songs under your breath while tracing lazy shapes on her arm. Or you'd press your cheek to her shoulder like it was the comfiest pillow on earth—even if she was actively cleaning a blade.

"Do you ever sit on your own chair?" she asked one afternoon, cocking an eyebrow as you once again settled yourself half on top of her.

You blinked at her. "But your lap is right there."

Kuina smirked. "Fair point."

It wasn't just about sitting. You were tactile in every situation.

If you were walking, you were holding her hand—or her sleeve—or looping your arm through hers like it was second nature. If she was eating, you were leaning against her side, sometimes stealing bites from her plate with the most innocent expression imaginable. If she was gearing up for a game, you were fixing her collar, brushing her hair behind her ear, giving her a forehead kiss like you were sending a soldier off to war.

It should have been overwhelming. Too much. Clingy, even.

But it was you.

And with you, nothing ever felt like too much.

After one particularly brutal Diamonds game, Kuina limped back into the compound, blood crusted on her knuckles, muscles aching. She expected to collapse in bed, maybe shower if she could keep her eyes open long enough.

Instead, she found you waiting at her door.

You didn't say anything. You just opened your arms and let her fall into them.

You hugged her so tightly she could feel the beat of your heart against hers—like it was trying to sync with her own.

"You're late," you whispered into her hair.

"Game ran long," she mumbled, burying her face into your neck.

You pulled her into the room and onto the mattress in one smooth motion, wrapping yourself around her like a blanket.

She blinked at you in the dark. "You're going to suffocate me."

"I will die before I let you sleep alone tonight."

Kuina laughed—soft and real—and tangled her legs with yours.

"You're ridiculous."

"You love it."

And damn it, she did.

But it wasn't until one night, another post-game, when she was trembling from adrenaline and anger and the ghosts that always came back when it was too quiet, that she truly realized what your affection meant.

You didn't ask what had happened. You didn't demand she talk.

You just held her.

Arms around her back. Legs tangled. Fingers stroking through her hair.

And Kuina, who had built her life on strength and steel and silence, let herself be held.

"You're not subtle," she whispered into your collarbone, voice hoarse.

"I'm not trying to be," you murmured, kissing her temple. "I'm just trying to love you."

She didn't say anything.

But she didn't let go either.

Mira

If Mira was ice—elegant, composed, untouchable—then you were her fire. Not explosive, but warm. A slow, constant burn. You clung to her like you were solar-powered and she was your only source of light.

And she noticed.

The first time it happened, Mira had been seated in one of the plush velvet chairs in the Beach lounge, wine glass in hand, idly flipping through a deck of playing cards. You strolled in, casual as ever, and draped yourself over the arm of her chair like you belonged there.

Correction: you draped yourself half on the arm and half on her.

"Mmm. You're comfy," you sighed, tucking your face into the crook of her neck.

Mira blinked, amused. "Is that so?"

"Very. You smell like rose and danger."

She let out a soft, velvety laugh. "What an intoxicating combination."

From that moment on, you became a constant fixture by her side. Or on her lap. Or sprawled across her bed like a cat waiting to be pet. You always had to be touching her somehow—fingers brushing her wrist, head on her shoulder, hand intertwined with hers like the connection physically soothed something in you.

Others noticed, of course. Whispered about it.

"She's so clingy," a jealous player sneered one day when you leaned into Mira during breakfast, your legs draped across her lap like you owned her.

"She's affectionate," Mira corrected with a cool smile, her hand sliding into your hair. "And she's mine. That's all that matters."

You flushed. "...I mean, she's not wrong."

Sometimes, Mira tested you—pushed to see how far your need for closeness went.

She'd walk a few paces ahead of you, ignoring your outstretched hand just to see if you'd pout (you did). Or she'd sit just slightly out of reach on a couch, watching you squirm until you inevitably crawled over and curled into her side like you were magnetized.

"You're hopeless," she teased once, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I get separation anxiety," you replied, arms firmly wrapped around her waist. "You're my emotional support queen."

There were quiet moments too—ones she never let anyone else see.

Late nights when you were half-asleep on her chest, murmuring nonsense. Days where she'd read aloud from a book while you rested in her lap, fingers ghosting through your hair. And after every game, no matter how bloody or brutal, she always let you cling to her like a lifeline.

"You don't have to touch me constantly, you know," she whispered once, voice oddly gentle.

"I know," you replied without opening your eyes. "But I want to."

Mira stared at you for a long moment, then pulled you closer.

"You're addicted to me," she said lightly, a smirk playing on her lips.

"And you love it," you shot back, grinning.

She kissed the top of your head like a silent admission.

Because she did.

Aguni

Aguni didn't know what to do with someone like you.

You were the kind of person who walked into a room and immediately gravitated toward him, like his presence had gravity. You clung to him like he was your anchor—which, ironically, was what he thought of you.

The first time it happened, you caught him off guard. He'd just come back from a brutal game—bruised, bloodied, adrenaline still racing through his system—when you ran straight into him, wrapping your arms tight around his waist.

"You're okay," you whispered against his chest, voice shaking slightly.

He stood stiff as stone, unsure what to do with the sudden affection. You didn't even flinch at the blood on his shirt.

"…You always hug like this?" he muttered.

"Only when I'm worried," you said. "So… yeah. Pretty much all the time."

He grunted, but he didn't pull away.

From that day on, it was a pattern. You touched him constantly—an arm looped around his when you walked beside him, a hand on his back when he was brooding, curling up beside him on a couch like it was your designated spot. You weren't subtle. You didn't try to be.

Aguni, for the most part, tolerated it in silence. He wasn't exactly a words of affirmation kind of guy. But the way he subtly leaned into your touch, the way his hand always hovered just slightly before resting on your back? That was his version of returning it.

Once, Hatter made a joke about your attachment.

"Can't even go five minutes without clinging to him, huh?" he smirked.

Aguni shot him a glare so sharp it could've cut steel. "And?"

You beamed, clutching Aguni's arm tighter. "It's true. He's warm. And he's mine."

Late at night was when the vulnerability crept in—when his guard dropped enough to let you in deeper.

You'd lie across his chest, listening to his heartbeat, your fingers tracing the old scars on his arms. He rarely said anything. Just held you, big hand splayed across your back like he was afraid to let go.

One night, after a nightmare woke him, you curled around him without hesitation, draping yourself over his tense body like a blanket of safety.

"You always do this," he mumbled, voice gravelly.

"Do what?"

"Hold me. Even when I don't ask."

You looked up at him, your hand gently resting over his heart. "You don't have to ask. You never do."

He didn't respond. But he turned, pulling you fully into his arms like you were the only thing tethering him to the world.

"Thank you," he said quietly, rough and barely audible.

You smiled against his chest. "For what?"

"For always coming back."

Aguni didn't know how to be soft. But with you—your constant presence, your quiet affection, your need to always be touching him like it kept you both grounded—he didn't have to know how.

He just had to let it happen.

And he did.

Every single time.

Niragi

Everyone thought you were a little unhinged for being so attached to Niragi.

He was loud, volatile, armed, and not exactly known for being emotionally available. He flirted like it was a weapon, pushed people too far for fun, and had a temper shorter than a fuse soaked in gasoline.

And yet—there you were, latched onto him like he was your emotional support war criminal.

You hugged him constantly. Slung yourself across his lap in the common room like you owned the space. Played with his hair while he cleaned his rifle. Held his hand when he was in a mood, like that could keep the violence in check.

The first time you back-hugged him in public, everyone tensed like someone was about to die.

Instead of shoving you off, Niragi just muttered, "You're clingy as hell," but his hand casually found yours and stayed there.

No one knew what to do with that.

He never told you to stop.

"Do you ever not touch people?" he grumbled once as you climbed into his lap after dinner.

"Only when I'm dead," you replied sweetly, settling your head under his chin.

"Great," he huffed. "Guess I've got a parasite now."

But he didn't move you. His hand ended up resting on your thigh, tracing lazy shapes into your skin like it was second nature.

You brought him snacks before patrols. Pulled him down onto couches so he'd nap. Snuck into his bed when he stayed out too late after a game, curling up like a cat in his arms.

"You're gonna make people think I'm soft," he muttered once while brushing your hair out of your eyes.

"You are soft," you teased.

He gave you a sharp grin. "Only for you."

What no one saw was how he started seeking it out, too.

He got twitchy when you weren't around. Wouldn't admit it, but his mood tanked. And if anyone else tried to be touchy with you? He was suddenly at your side, draping an arm around your shoulders like a warning label: Mine.

"Didn't peg you as the jealous type," you'd whisper, amused.

"I'm not," he'd snap—before pressing a kiss just behind your ear, possessive and rough. "I just don't share."

One night, after a brutal Hearts game, you found him in your room instead of his. Shirt off, bruised and bloody, sitting on your bed like he belonged there.

"I didn't know where else to go," he said gruffly, not looking at you.

You didn't say a word. Just walked over, dropped to your knees in front of him, and wrapped your arms around his waist like you were the only thing holding him together.

He leaned into it.

Hard.

"You're still clingy as hell," he whispered into your hair.

"And you still love it," you replied.

He didn't argue.

Last Boss

No one touched Last Boss.

They didn't joke with him. Didn't pat him on the back. Didn't nudge him or loop their arm through his. He moved through the Beach like a ghost in boots, silent and sharp, sword always strapped to his back.

And then there was you.

The polar opposite.

You draped yourself over him like it was a habit — always hugging his arm, pressing your cheek against his shoulder, leaning into his side like he was made for it. If he sat, you sat closer. If he stood, you'd hold onto his jacket until he noticed you.

You were soft smiles and sleepy cuddles. A quiet hum when you were near him, like being close made you content in a way no one else could understand.

At first, people watched you with baited breath, sure you'd get sliced in half.

Instead, he let you stay.

One afternoon, you wandered into the quiet hallway where he was sitting alone, sharpening his blade.

Without a word, you plopped down next to him and curled your arms around his torso, resting your head against his chest. His hand paused mid-motion.

"…You're clingy," he said softly, not even turning.

"Mhm," you mumbled, eyes fluttering closed. "I missed you."

"We saw each other an hour ago."

"I still missed you."

There was silence. And then, slowly, he shifted — just enough so your head rested more comfortably against him, and his arm came to rest loosely around your back. His fingers brushed your side, hesitant, like you were something fragile.

At night, you curled up in his bed like a cat, pulling the blanket over both of you with zero shame.

"Don't you get tired of needing to touch me all the time?" he asked once, voice barely above a whisper.

"Nope," you replied, already halfway to sleep. "You're my favorite."

He stared at the ceiling for a long time after that. Then, gently, carefully, he tucked your hair behind your ear and let his hand rest there for a moment longer than necessary.

He never initiated — not in public. But when no one was around?

His hand would find your lower back. His thumb would trace circles against your arm. He would hold you so tightly some nights it was like he was afraid you'd vanish.

You never said anything. Just held him tighter.

You gave affection like oxygen. Constant, necessary, unyielding.

And Last Boss — blade-wielding ghost of a man — let himself breathe only when he had you in his arms.

Chishiya 

Chishiya didn't do affection.

He didn’t need it. Didn't crave it. And definitely didn't expect it. People were liabilities, emotional messes he preferred to keep at arm's length — or further, if possible.

And then there was you.

You were like static electricity — always close, always buzzing. The kind of person who couldn't just sit next to someone. No, you had to lean against them. Hold their hand. Hook your pinky through theirs. Climb into their lap when you were bored and drape yourself across them like a blanket.

You were, by all definitions, clingy.

And for reasons unknown to everyone — including Chishiya himself — he let you be.

"I think you might be a cat," you told him once, lying across his chest as he read a weathered book by flashlight. “You always look so calm. Detached. But you get all twitchy when someone you don't like gets too close.”

"I'm not a cat," he replied, not looking up. "You're the clingy one. You're like… a human scarf."

You grinned and nuzzled under his chin. "Then wear me."

He sighed, but his hand found the small of your back anyway.

During games, you stuck to his side like a shadow. Arm brushing his, pinky loosely linked with his until he gently tugged your hand fully into his.

"You're distracting," he muttered under his breath during a particularly tense Diamond game.

"You still haven't let go," you whispered back, lips brushing his ear.

He didn't respond. But he squeezed your hand tighter.

Back at the hideout, you always found your way to him. If he sat on the couch, you'd stretch across it with your head in his lap. If he sat in a chair, you'd squeeze in sideways and curl up like it was built for two. If he went to bed first, you'd follow five minutes later, crawling under the covers to tuck yourself into his side.

And no matter how many times he rolled his eyes or exhaled like he was so put upon, he never moved away.

One night, you whispered against his collarbone, "Am I too much?"

He didn't answer at first. Just let the silence linger like it always did.

Then he murmured, "You're exactly enough. For me."

You smiled into his skin.

And though he didn't say another word, his hand slipped into your hair and stayed there long after you'd fallen asleep.

Masterlist

[mareighs]

hello hi ! i’m mareigh. i write for alice in borderland , squid game , resident evil and criminal minds but you can always ask if i write for more.

my current favorite shows:

- alice in borderland

- criminal minds

- s.w.a.t

- supernatural

- resident evil: vendetta

- resident evil: infinite darkness

- resident evil: death island

characters i write for:

- chishiya shuntaro (aib)

- niragi suguru (aib)

- mira kano (aib)

- leon kennedy (re)

- luis sera (re)

- spencer reid (cm)

- aaron hotchner (cm)

- emily prentiss (cm)

- jim street (swat)

if you wanna request you can comment or go to my request thingy. don’t be scared to ask!! i lose motivation a lot so don’t worry if i don’t do your request right away.

thank you for reading and hopefully you’ll like it here !

[eletricheart]

I absolutely love your writing ❤️‍🩹 and since aib3 is going to come out, my Mira obsession also surfaced. I need some Mira angst, or like hurt/comfort pls 😭 ily

Mastermind

(Mira Kano x Reader)

*image creds to owner

Word count: 862

Hii, hope u like it sorry for the delay😔🫶 i tried my best to do a hurt/comfort, for me its not angsty enough if someone survives but since u wanted the comfort i couldnt go on a killing spree😭😭😭

ps: not proofread pls lmk any mistakes

ps2: taylor swift song at the end

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First move

You and Mira met during a Hearts game, being placed as partners was enough to spark a conversation before the start but not to form an alliance, at least not yet.

You would always find each other during a game, sometimes you were with your friend (who Mira hated), but mostly alone. You found the meetings fun, and even though it saddened you to leave after it you kept hoping she would find you again the next time.

Mira, on the other hand, was intrigued by you since your first encounter. A world such as the one you were in was quite difficult to maintain contact, but not impossible.

She planned every move, she knew which game you would be, who you would be with. She calculated every step, she needed to see you but most of all she needed you to want her. Nothing was coincidental.

Second move

Mira saved your life.

A spades game was always an issue to you, but you always survived.

Maybe you made too much noise or triggered a trap. A mistake that could've cost your life, if Mira hadn't shown up and killed the adversary.

She didn't understand you.

You acted happy to see her but never asked her to stay, you constantly stayed close, helped, even took risks. Maybe you needed a push.

It wasn't hard to lure the player in your direction, it was also incredibly easy to swoop in and "save" you.

And how grateful you were, enough to finally ask her to stay.

Third move

Your friend was a nuisance, Mira could tell they didn't like her, in fact it was impressive how you didn't notice. You were never alone, they would find an excuse to pull you away or simply join the moment.

Mira knew they were important to you…but…pain is only temporary, and she would happily be there for you.

Your friend was suspicious of Mira wanting to join their game, but relented after your insistence that she was just trying to help.

How tragic their death was.

Fool's move

You were standing in front of your camp, rain falling down your body, completely soaking your clothes.

You had run into an acquaintance, who was kind enough to not only offer their condolences but explain how it happened. You were feeling angry, confused, sad, betrayed. You wanted to scream, fight, run, cry.

Instead, you stood in the rain.

After a while Mira noticed you outside, she could tell something had happened and how deep your frown became when you saw her.

You took a breath, flexing your hands to calm the nerves. "I had an interesting conversation today."

Mira eyed you carefully but smiled nonetheless. "Why don't you tell me inside, you could get a cold with this rain."

You shook your head, swallowing the tears threatening to fall. "Why did you do it?"

She tilted her head, slowly making her way to you. "Do what?"

You flexed your hands again, taking a step back. "You killed them."

She stopped walking and held her hands in front of her body. "You have to be more specific."

You let out a humorless laugh. "My friend! The one who has been with me ever since I was a child! The one that I encouraged to trust you! How could you do this!" Your breaths were coming quicker, the air barely reached your lungs, you could feel yourself crying.

Mira knew she messed up, she knew who might've seen and regretted not killing them too, but she couldn't tell you that. So, she faked sadness and tried to be gentle towards you. "They weren't good enough for you. Look at how much better things are, how many games we're winning together."

You clenched your hands, using every strength in your body to not break down. "Fuck you, Mira."

As you turned around to leave she held your hand to pull back. "Are you serious? I was helping you. You can't leave."

You could see the slight fear in her eyes. A few days, even hours ago you would've relented, but not this time. "I hope I don't ever see you again."

Checkmate

The aftermath of the face cards was chaos, there were bodies on the street, some people were celebrating others were crying.

That's how you found each other again, she was as poised as ever while you were covered in soot.

You slowly made your way towards her, offering a hesitant smile to which he returned.

You fiddled with your hands before speaking. "Hi."

Mira let out a breath. "Hi."

You looked around before staring back at her. "So…you accepted whatever offer that was huh."

She nodded, smiling. "So did you."

You bit your lip and chuckled. "We're probably crazy."

She laughed and bumped you. "I prefer the term ambitious."

You both laughed, still a bit awkward.

You flexed your hands and momentarily looked at the floor. "So…I have these friends…do you want to meet them?"

Mira's eyes sparkled with the request. "Yes, of course."

You nodded and held her hand to lead towards your new group. "Don't kill them this time."

She held your hand tighter. "No promises."

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[myraniellejkelly]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛: 𝕆𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤

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Previous: Chapter 2

Author’s note: Managing between writing fics and getting break, but mostly I am too addicted in writing anyways, no worries.

This work includes/warning: All images aren’t mine, grammars ahead, vulgar language, mentions of drugs, mentioning about Y/N’s absent parents, mentions of An’s past interaction with Niragi, transphobia (initially related to Kuina’s past, and pre-transitioned Kuina), mentions of bullying and suicide (related to Niragi’s past and his struggles), Kuina coming out to Y/n that she’s trans, and this story includes Kuinann and Kuzumira.

Summary: Y/n used to be in a dojo with Kuina in the past, until now Y/n finally recognized her after many years. While Niragi struggles to move on from his past experiences as well as he visits Kuzuryu at the hospital.

pink text represents Y/n’s POV

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I remember for a long time when I was fifteen… as much as I never doubted anything else in that past. I remember back when I was that kid, a kid who watches by, then I met this “boy” and “he” was there.

He was walking to get some water at the convenient store but his eyes tells me he wasn’t happy, then walked away while I stand there as I was watching him. If I didn’t met the boy, things would’ve been different at a single part of myself would remember how he look like. When I was in the dojo, a group of guy as I was the only girl in the dojo, kneeling down and watching my sensei.

Then I saw that boy as I always saw him during in the convenient store or in the dojo. But I didn’t bother to even talk to him, he was fighting against sensei as I watch. He struggle to maintain and to take a stance; he fell down and the only thing I do was watch, like the rest of the teammates.

After the fight, I begin to practice my kicks and punches as I stand straight taking a deep breath, fists on my waist as I glare, letting out my full potential and energy. “HIYYAH!!” as I broke every board there is, then I turn my leg and spin as I kick the last board. “HAH!!”

I stand straight with my fist on my waist, then I take a deep breath and bow down. The rest of my teammates left, while I was still there and I begin to notice what happened from the cover, as I heard my sensei talking to the boy, “I thought I taught you better than this, son.”

I was surprise, the boy I didn’t expect was my sensei’s son as if there’s something going on that I didn’t know of. Seeing that boy upset and bow down as he apologize to him, he felt like a failure in able to succeed, “I’m sorry, papa…”

As my sensei felt tired talking to his son, the boy start to notice me as I move out of the way after peaking through the covers. “Kitachi,” I heard my sensei calling me as I quickly turn around and bow down.

“Sensei,” I said, feeling a bit afraid, when he slowly approached to me.

Sensei was a serious, disciplined man as much as I experience the first time I was there, the rest of us would fight and get a head start when it gets a little bloody: a brutal practice of kata. But all the time, it’s always that boy who I only barely knew him was his son.

I looked at him and stand straight directly into his eyes, following the rules carefully, “Will you stay at my dojo for a bit?”

I wasn’t so sure as the other of my teammates are gone, but I was the only person who’s still there at the dojo. I quickly nodded without even thinking what to say, bowing down again and answered, “Yes.”

“Then will you be going against my son?” he told me, my eyes were widened and that I looked down just to think. “I want his fullest potential on himself, instead of distractions went ahead with him during his fight with me.”

I take a deep breath and replied, “Yeah,” as I bow down again, “yes… sensei…”

As I was standing there and the boy comes right in front of me, he was looking a little worried of me and then my sensei said, “Have I ever introduce to you to my son?”

I lay my head down, “No, sensei…”

“This is Kuina Hikari, a successor in my own dojo,” he said, turning back to his son knowing he looks rather disappointed in him. “Hikari, this is Kitachi Y/N, you will be fighting against her.”

“Papa!” as I see him refusing to fight against me, he freaked out. “I’m not… gonna…”

“Let me tell you this, son, Kitachi, is one of a kind skilled woman,” he said about me, I refuse to take that praise from him as well as I don’t intend to be called “very skilled” and that I was looking at the boy, “she’s the youngest fighter at my dojo as she has the same level as you do.”

I can’t believe this… I had lost my respect towards my sensei, but feeling guilty over that boy, Kuina… as I watch him standing without any response like he was afraid, the thing say to him is: “Pa…”

“Don’t you ever disappointed in me, you do what I told you to do,” he said with such anger, that I shouldn’t be standing there as if I’m a part of this issue. But it reminds me so much of myself and my own father. “You are a man, don’t stand there, weak, unskilled to this family,” seeing my sensei as much as I felt uncomfortable in not doing anything, but following up the rules, “stop acting like a girl, who couldn’t at least try to take a stance of my position in this dojo, I want you to redeem yourself and prove that you are worthy of something to your own father.”

Kuina sighs after hearing the most harshest words he said by his father, “Understand?”

I looked away as I feel guilty as much as I had to follow everything according to my sensei. Then we take a stance and bow down at each other, the only thing I could tell is how much he tried to defend himself and so do I; he come forward for a kick while I go backward as he begin punching me, so I grab him by the arm thus I used my elbow and hit his arm.

He was grunting and that he moved back in pain, but seeing that his father really wanted him to win; he was sighing in disappointment and said, “Again!”

Every time I did, I keep my stance firm and steady, while all I could see was Kuina being fragile and unsteady. Several times I did, I won, yet he lose several times, he fail. Fighting against him again felt like torturing but his father is furious about it, “Again!”

The only thing I could do was tell him something to make us stopped, going against each other, I gave him an advice to beat me and so he did. He finally gripped straight as I wanted him to take it easy, so he takes a deep breath and letting out his energy, then he shouted and I was beat fair and square; I tripped down to the floor as he looked at me like he was about to punch me in the face.

“Stop, stand and bow,” his father said.

We look at each other as we move and he stand up, then he took his hand out to me. As I grab his hand and pulled me up, we proceed to bow down.

Afterwards, I walked away holding my bag but then I knew that his father would never be proud of anything to his son, as if I know what he is going to say to him after he knows I was giving a heads up.

Three days later, I was at the convenient store sitting down outside at the table just as he noticed me, Kuina was smiling at me. “Hey!” he said.

I was even more surprised to see him and said, “Senpai!”

As he sat down at the table, “How old are you, you shouldn’t be calling me like that?”

“Fifteen, why?”

“Because it sounds like you’re up look to me.”

“Then how old are you?”

“I’m seventeen.”

“Still calling you, senpai.”

“Fine,” he said. “But why did you decide to learn karate?”

“Well, I just want to protect my little sister,” I answered, and that I had to raise myself alone with my little sister, “even for myself.”

“What’s her name?” as he open the can of soda.

“Aine,” I answered.

“Aine?” he repeated and smile, “Your sister really do have a unique name.”

“Why thank you,” I said, then started drinking my water, but suddenly I keep thinking what happened after I helped him.

I looked down while he said, “You were good out there.”

“You too…” as I reply back to him with a low sorrowful voice.

“Why are you upset?”

“Did your father know I was helping you?”

His eyes tells me why, if so then I felt sorry for that to happened. But for him, he just brush it off and laughed about it. “Nah, he doesn’t had the time to focus, pa just wanted me to prove myself that I can. It seems bearable to me.”

How much it reminded me when I once told someone about my father that he was unbearable, now it start to bring me back so much memories before they were even there with me and my little sister.

“Did your father do that to you, isn’t he?”

“Well… just don’t think about it too much,” he says, “he’s your sensei right?”

“I know… but I was worried about you, senpai,” I said, looking directly at him, “you know after seeing who he truly is towards you, I know something for a fact that he always does that you, is he?”

“Y/N-chan… I appreciate that you’re worried about me and I know pa, isn’t what you think he is,” he said, looking down at the soda. “It’s hard being his son all the time, just following his footsteps or not, I am still his son.”

After a little while, quite frankly I get to know him for most of my time as well as he met my sister in person and my best friend, Yui Hitsuji. Kuina was my teammate and my best friend. Quite oftenly, I rely on him so much that I really don’t like how his father treated him, except for his mother who love him so much that it reminded of my own mother.

After all, since we’ve been hanging out like a bunch of teenage kids, we were then shopping around in the mall just as we were talking nonstop. We were laughing, taking photos of each other and even if I didn’t know what he was doing at that time. We were stopped by at the clothing isle as I was just giving something of a sweater, but then he wasn’t there as I was looking all over him. But I stopped by and saw him comparing himself with girl clothes as he was staring at himself in the mirror, I was confused after seeing him looking down and sigh.

Putting back the clothes and looking at himself at the mirror, it seems like it doesn’t sit right to him. I was there as I was smiling and shrugging off of how confuse I was, and when I pulled him just as I was getting some cosmetics for myself; it was obvious that he might be looking at lipstick and so I never understood what that meant for him. I drag him to sit down and look at himself in the mirror, so I just picked up a red lipsticks and put it on his lips.

I was chuckling and asked him, “What do you think? You look beautiful with that lipstick.”

“Beautiful?” he said, looking at his lips while trying out different types of cosmetics. My smile begin to fade after I saw Kuina crying.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

“Will you still love me, even if I’m different?” he asked me this confusing question, that had already now unforgettable and is now kept in my mind.

“Hikari-senpai…” I said as I lay my hands on his shoulder, “I will always accept you whatever you might be, you’re my best friend,” as I hug him.

He was crying like a little girl and that makeup was now smearing on his face as I just laughed, “Alright, we should be removing that makeup, the mascara is smearing off a little.”

Kuina laughed and sniffs after he had cried, I help him remove the make-up off his face as I smile. The time when we were in dojo, we usually joke around if his father wasn’t here; we somehow had to fight against each other, or us breaking boards every time. We were competitive to each other, beating who has a high score in how many boards we break. His father was there and we stopped joking around as we go through a serious lesson from him, we bow down but our eyes looked each other and tried to hold a straight face.

From time to time, I bow down when I came to visit to Kuina’s house, I smile while all I could think was being the guest; Kuina was there waving at me and that my eyes were always on sensei because after all, I mostly would hated him anyways.

As I was just helping his mother out and cutting out some vegetable, she was smiling at me and that I laughed because I haven’t been myself in ages. But as I was chopping down and I start to hear something out in the kitchen, I told his mother that I need to go to the bathroom as I bow down, then I walked away. Until now, I saw what’s going on again in fact I heard his father talking to him, “I told you stop acting like a girl, you are not a girl, you’re a man. A man should be tougher enough, not some weak and fragile in spite that you want to act like one.”

After all, it was the time I never understand what it meant from that moment, Kuina was upset and looked down in spite of hearing his father just keep complaining that he acts like a girl. From my understanding, he is more than just weak and fragile, he is quite determined and sympathetic. That’s what the most memorable thing to me, is that without him I would’ve understand my own feelings and morals towards others. I see his father slapped him in the face as I already know he was this abusive.

At dinner, I looked down and pretend like I didn’t saw it and even Kuina was looking down at his food, while his father keeps eating but his mother was confused. “So, Kitachi, how’s your day going?”

“I’m fine, thank you, I just got so busy taking care of my little sister.”

“Oh, aren’t you such a nice sister, isn’t that really hard for you to take care of her in such a young age?”

“I… gotten used to it, the only thing I would do is for my sister since it’s just me and her.”

“You’re very courageous to do that just for her,” she said to me, knowing some of these conversation are becoming quite personal, then proceed to eat some food and just trying to relax a bit.

“Of course, I am.”

“How come you never mention us about your parents?”

Suddenly I heard Kuina stopped and look at his mother, “Ma, you shouldn’t be asking that question to her,” he said it calmly.

“Oh, no, no, no,” I said. “It’s been a while that someone mention about my parents and well…” I explained to them in a thorough simple answer about my parents and that his parents begin to make different reaction. But Kuina get off the chair and grabbed me away from the dinning room, we were outside and he was furious at me.

“Why do you have to tell them about your parents, Y/N?”

“I just didn’t want to upset them,” I said, shouldn’t directly answer about my parents and that felt so personal to me.

“Y/N, you know it’s personal to you. To. You,” he said, and well he is right about those things he said to me, “so you just gonna answer everyone about your personal life? God, Y/N, you should’ve kept silent and stop trying to be nice to my parents for once.”

I storm out all of a sudden, “How should I KNOW?!”

His eyes widened like he had never saw me like this at all, I kept bottling up my emotions for how much longer I’ve been holding up. I cry and I cry just to take my anger so much, that I hated crying like a damn child.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, Hikari, how am I supposed to know?” I said furiously. “I haven’t saw my parents for many years, years I tried to raise my little sister. The only thing I could see was from your parents because they reminded me of so much like mine, you reminded of me. I rely on you, how much I hated so much of myself and everything felt so weird to me!” as my tears fell down, “I just wanted to feel something because I hadn’t felt love towards my parents in such a while…”

Suddenly Kuina wipe my tears and hugged me as I couldn’t bear but to feel so open to him about my problems. One week later, I gave him something: a cosmetics and perhaps clothes that I brought from the mall. In fact, Kuina loved it and hugged me and telling me thank you, for some reason, he just thank me for being his best friend.

But things took a turn when I saw Kuina running away and I shouted, “HIKARI! SENPAI!”

He was crying and I held his face as I saw a mark on his face, “What happened, did he?”

“He already know… Y/N-chan… he already know…”

I saw shake my head slowly as I hugged him, “Hikari-senpai, you’re going to be okay, we can get through this,” as I pause for a moment and then I think as I look at him. “Hikari-senpai, I think I know what you should do.”

We both looked at each other and said, “I think you should leave,” but then Kuina shakes his head.

“No… no…”

“Senpai, you’re better off without his success on you,” I said. “You’re no longer under your father’s shadow, you’re free… you should live another place where you could be yourself… come on, Hikari, just please leave and if you find me again, remember the colour of my lipstick.”

Hearing him sighing and said, “What colour is it?”

“Red dahlia.”

He sigh again and look at me, “What about you?”

“I’ll be fine, I still need a little training left,” I told him. “You should be leaving tomorrow at the morning.”

Lastly, I heard his mother calling him but then he immediately left, that the only time I see him is when he gets out of his father’s dojo, he was out and I was standing there.

My little sister was behind me as Kuina slowly smiles, squatting down and said, “How’s our little tiara doing?”

Aine come forward and was sad to see him leave, “I’m sad to see you go,” she said. “Are you gonna come back?”

“Hey, I will, even your sister told me about that.”

My little sister ran for a hug as Kuina carried her as he stand up, “Little tiara, I should be going right now.”

“No!”

“Nene, you need to let go of him,” I told her as I tried to gently take my sister away from him.

Kuina smiled at me and lastly hugged me as he cried saying, “Thank you…” and there he left off, walking further away from me.

Back when I was fifteen, I should’ve realize those little hints on what Kuina has been struggling with, and that I shouldn’t be calling Kuina, a boy anymore.

In fact, I am happy for “her.”

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Earlier, the alarm noise went on, casually caught Y/N waking up too early as she stopped the alarm. While Aine was still sleeping in her curled up blanket all over her, makes Y/N chuckle as she then kissed her forehead. She slowly gets up from her bed quietly, stretching her arms afterwards, but still tired from moving too much in the bed while sleeping.

Bet that, she sleep in the wrong bed all of a sudden, that each of her arms begin to feel sore. Y/N takes some painkillers as she swallowed, then she looked from her mirror table was a small box present, but didn’t bother to open it anyways. Too lazy to look at it or too focus on her plans for today this weekend.

Y/N came upstairs and went inside of the bathroom as she locked the door, then brushed her teeth whiles looking at the mirror then she spits immediately, as she floss her teeth in between her gums; Aguni knocks on the door just as she was flossing in the bathroom, “Yeah?” as she asked.

“I made breakfast, Y/N, wake your sister up,” while she was sighing and kept flossing. “Uh-huh,” she replied.

“Also, paid up for your little sister’s school.”

She stopped flossing and turned to the door, yet hadn’t plan about her sister going to school. However, Aguni did manage to planned it ahead of time, “Wait, Aguni-san, did you—”

“Don’t judge me, kid, if it ain’t for your sister,” said Aguni, “she would’ve be enliving in the streets, if it weren’t for your independence rolling,” as Y/N sighs after hearing from him. “Plus, I’ve became your guys’ legal guardian right now, you don’t need to worry too much or taking care of your sister all day.”

“Well, thanks, Aguni-san...” as she looked down and thought about her parents, “...Aguni-san...”

Aguni would be smiling behind that door, that's been locked but Y/N couldn't see that. She really appreciate the help she needs, in fact Aguni already see them as family; of course, he would do everything for them even though they're not relatives. “No problem, Kitachi,” said Aguni, it made Y/N weakly smiles as if it made her go back when she feel so small. The time her father sometimes was a good father who does care so little of things, despite that his intention was awful. Having the most complicated relationship in her life with her father, sure, she hadn't thought about neither of her parents at all and had tried to move on.

Then she get out of the bathroom and came back, just to wake her sister up from bed, carrying her while she was still too tired; Aine was hugging her thus she yawns. “Nene, sorry, if I woke you up too early.”

“I'm fine,” she yawns again, while Aguni dropped off the breakfast on the table. As he heard his phone ringing then he walked away, just as the sisters came to the dining room; dropping Aine down at her seat and her breakfast right in front of her, then she eat her breakfast. As well as Y/N, sitting beside her as she also eat her breakfast toast. Aguni was still talking on the phone and perhaps it’s Hatter calling on him, while Y/N smile as she moved a strands of her over her ear, just so her little sister could eat her cereal properly.

Aguni came back after hanging up the phone, went back and sit along with them, and ate his own breakfast. Y/N questioned, “Who are you talking to on the phone?” as Aguni tried to think of better answer, just simple and thorough explanation to them.

“Just an old friend I spoke to,” he answered, proceed back to eating his breakfast, then he asked her about something. “Do you have any plans this weekend, Y/N?”

“Well, I’m just gonna go to the mall for shopping, maybe?”

Aguni looked at Aine as he slowly smiles, “How about you sport, you wanna spend some time with me while your sister is in for her weekends?”

“Yeah!” she immediately says with her arms up.

Aguni and Y/N laughed at her adoration, while she was jumping up in the air. “Okay, Nene, just finish your breakfast, dear,” said Y/N.

Meanwhile, Niragi heard his phone ringing, as it distracts his slumber as he moves his body as he suddenly fall to the floor, groaning in constant pain when he end up with a thud; a little sore from the back part to where he moves his shoulder. “Ah… shit…” as his face was on the floor, that he couldn’t comprehend to move his own body. Niragi was still tired, like he hadn’t had a proper sleep in months, since he’s not just staying at his home. Rather, his job is taken him into a stress and fatigue state, that he couldn’t maintain his sleep schedule.

He tried to get his glasses from the nightstand while his phone was still ringing. “I swear to fucking god… who the fuck is calling me…” as he groaned, too much to stay healthy as he put on his glasses. Niragi was still on the floor like a fish struggling to breathe on land, that it tried to get back from the sea; his phone slide away when he move his hand, so he crawl in the most lazily motion as he reaches to the phone as it was on the floor. Niragi couldn’t use his hands, either he used his tongue and pick up the phone. After someone picks up the phone, it was Kuzuryu Keiichi, “Hello?”

Niragi quickly slapped his face and wake up and grabbed the phone, but instantly slipped from his phone as if it were a hot potato hitting his hands; he was struggling as his phone was about to fall.

“Niragi?” Kuzuryu called him.

Then finally he caught his phone as he sighs, Niragi get up and said, “Heeeyyy… Kuzuryu…”

“Why heeeyyy, Niragi.”

“Are you trying to be sarcastic, sir?”

“What am I going to say to you then?”

“Noted,” said Niragi, sitting down at his own bed. “So, why are you calling me right now? I thought you were busy this days?”

He heard him sighing, “Well, are you curious to know what happened to me last night?”

“Wait, what?!” Niragi quickly stand up.

“Just got to a car accident,” he spoke calmly, while Niragi was screaming silently as Kuzuryu sense the silent and asked, “Hello? Niragi Suguru?”

“Sorry, Kuzuryu,” he finally replied. “You got to a fucking car accident?!”

“Yes, my leg was dislocated and my other leg had a fracture to which now I’m in a cast at the hospital,” he replied, seeing like it’s not a big deal.

“Are you seriously, okay, sir?”

“Yes, never better,” he said, while he was on the phone, feeling in pain at the nursery bed. Mira was sitting down bringing him food as he slowly smiles. “But I’m fine, Niragi, it’s just an accident.”

Niragi scoffed in shocked, “Seriously Kuzuryu? You just told me every single detail, that your leg was dislocated while the other had been fractured, you’re telling me it’s just a basic accident, sir. When it’s serious?!”

“Niragi, don’t take it too personally,” Kuzuryu told him to calm down and it’s not like it’s a big deal, at least he’s fine.

While Mira was feeding him some meal she made, Niragi could hear Mira giggling in the background; unlike he had to roll his eyes and it felt like a middle finger insult to him, “Kuzuryu, is your wife feeding you?”

“Sorry, sorry…” he was laughing and smile at her for a moment, “how can you tell?”

“Well, let me guess,” as Niragi tried to guess, “Mira was giggling because you were trying to swallow the food she feed you, even you make that silly face when you’re eating. I bet she was just laughing at you because her husband,” he sighs and spoke in sarcasm, “is adorable,” as he rolled his eyes.

“Sarcastic much? Niragi?”

“Alright, I’ll be there in a minute,” he said. “Also… hi, Kano.”

“Hello, Niragi,” she said towards the phone.

Then he hung up the phone as Niragi sat back on his bed, taking a moment of silence as he takes a deep breath and quietly talk to himself, “What the fuck is going on…”

Nuriki knocks on the door and opens it, “Morning sir, breakfast is served.”

At the luxurious kitchen, Niragi sat down on a stool as Nuriki serve him an exquisite breakfast. “Ah, Nuriki, you shouldn’t have,” as he smile at him.

“Of course, sir, who’s been a busy man all day,” he said, “I made your favourite food.”

Niragi laughed happily, “What am I gonna do without you, ay?”

He nodded at his response as he continue back to cleaning the dishes, while Niragi was still laughing as he tied his hair into a ponytail as he start to eat the breakfast that he made for him; at that moment, his eyes stared out of nowhere as it felt like he is looking back again when he was a bullied kid.

“Hey, Nuriki?” as he tried to move on from that, just by talking to himself about Kuzuryu. “Do you know what happened to Kuzuryu?”

“No, sir, what is it?”

“He got to a major car accident,” he told him coldly, then proceed to eat the bits of the breakfast.

“Huh? Really?” as he wasn’t completely surprise because of how cold he was and nodded.

“Indeed, I never expected any of this from Kuzu-san,” he said, “even he got his legs in the most disturbing directional details after the accident.”

Nuriki hissed and look at Niragi as he felt that Kuzuryu’s pain, “Ooh… that’s not good…”

“Yeah, it was terribly awful.”

Meanwhile, after Y/N had taken a bath as she was looking over a fashion chic outfit from her closet, Y/N immediately saw a perfect outfit for herself: a white floral dress and a black bell bottom pants. She wears it and fix up the wrinkles from her outfit, then Y/N sat down and look at herself in the mirror table, despite that she ignore the small box present.

She pulled the drawers as Y/N pick up a random lipstick as she puts it on her lips, while she lastly fix herself and wear her sneakers. Y/N was outside holding hands with her little sister as Aguni was at the car, she opened the door for Aine as she seat belt at the back seat. Y/N slammed the door as Aguni opened the car window, “Are you sure, you don’t want me to drop you off at the mall?”

“I’m fine, I’m just exploring anyways.”

“Well then, stay safe kid,” he told her.

“Take care of my sister, Aguni-san.”

“I promise, kid, I promise,” said Aguni, lightly smile at her. “Aine, would be having too much fun with me after you’re gone.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she said, chuckling. “Bye.”

Aguni open the blinds in the back seat as Aine wave at her, “Bye!”

As Y/N smile and laughed at her little sister, while the car start to move as he drove away as she was still waving at them; afterwards, she proceed to walk away while Niragi went downstairs as he was well dressed, with his mask on as he was getting on the motorcycle. They didn’t notice each other, likely Y/N already went out at the right way while Niragi drove his motorcycle at the opposite way.

Y/N was walking through miles as she was taking a selfie at the view in Shibuya. But she felt bored all of a sudden, without her little sister around as she came by taking a selfie all the time. Even Y/N get to experience back when she’s a kid, it was fun except for some people out there.

It’s only been one hour, Y/N thought it would be fun by her own but now it felt more silent or so dying of boredom, she sat down on the bench and groaned; it became more harder to just look around and eat other restaurant, but now she got nothing else to do. Y/N heavily sigh and continue walking by in the streets.

“Guys, seriously,” she heard an unfamiliar voice. “Do I really had to be the one to hand out papers to anybody?”

“Come on,” some friend spoke to her, “we need more members.”

She sighs feeling irritated a little and takes a deep breath, while her friend shuts the door for a second. However, Y/N didn’t seem to know her by the dreadlocks of her hair that’s tied in a pony tail, then her designable sleeveless t-shirt and blue bell bottom jeans.

She seems familiar but I don’t think I know her at all, where have I met her…?

Just by looking at her, all I could see was someone else that I missing of.

Then the girl in dreadlocks face to her and say, “Hi, would you like to join in for martial arts?”

Y/N took the paper from her as she was smiling at her, “We’re willing to find someone like you to join in, whether you like or not that’s your choice.” But it felt very familiar when she took the paper from her as Y/N reads about the opening of martial arts.

But then the girl in dreadlocks stared at her for a moment, Y/N was standing so still awkwardly while the girl was looking down at her lipstick; in fact she remember who told her that if they met each other again, she’ll always remember about the lipstick red dahlia. Until now, she asked Y/N, “Is that a red dahlia lipstick you had on your lips?”

“Uhh… yeah?”

The girl gasped in surprise that no other than—

“Y/N-chan?”

Y/N blinks as she tilted her head and asked, “How did you kno—wait a minute…” as she looked up and down, “…Hikari-senpai?”

The girl in dreadlocks was Kuina.

She was genuinely shock of how different Kuina is as before, seeing her right now. In fact, she slightly knows that Kuina turn out to be the way, that Y/N could accept her immediately for who she is.

Kuina scoffs and smile at her, she slowly comes forward for a hug and said, “It’s so good to finally see you for all this years?”

“Is it really you?”

“I know you haven’t seen me… well, let’s talk at the cafe restaurant maybe, after I’ll inform my friends.”

Her tears slowly cries after looking at her, like she had remember that kid she was once knew at her father’s dojo; Kuina quickly saw her crying as she sniffs, “Y/N-chan?”

“I thought I’ll never see you again.”

She sighs, “Seriously, Y/N-chan, remember what you told me about what colour is your lipstick?”

“Yes…” she nodded, “…yes, I did…”

“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t had recognize you immediately,” said Kuina, holding her hands together. “Come on, let’s go!”

At the cafe, Kuina had brought her favourite order and for herself, Y/N smiled. “You still remember my favourite coffee,” she said.

“Of course,” Kuina sat down, giving her favourite coffee. “You’re my best friend, I just kind of missed that day and because I always keep thinking about you, honestly.”

“You never told me… about… well, you know…” as Y/N tried to explain to her that she already transitioned.

“Oh yeah… I umm…” Kuina looked down and a bit nervous as she was fidgeting her fingers, then drinks her coffee and looked at her.

“Actually, never mind, it really suits you, honestly,” as her eyes widened after Y/N quickly accepted her anyways and even she smiles at her. “The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Y/N… you’re ruining my mascara,” she cried and sniffs.

“I-I didn’t mean to ruin it!”

“No, no, no, I just…” she said, wiping off her tears, “…it’s hard when you’re in a place where it’s hard for me to get accepted…”

“Hikari, you’re my best friend, of course you’ll be accepted,” Y/N said, “we’ll just get through this together… one way to another, I’ll always be with you.”

“Y/N-chan, you make wanna cry more than I already am,” she said.

“Hey, hey, you’re gonna be alright,” as she handed a tissue to Kuina. “Just stop crying, you’re ruining your beauty self.”

After Kuina confronts to her, Y/N already in fact know and didn’t even speak about it; she accepted her. Kuina wiped her tears with a tissue and sniffs as she smiled at her, “So, how are you doing today?”

“Well, I’m just wondering off in Shibuya,” Y/N explained, “it’s just a long time ago since I left Shibuya, then move out from Yokohama, then got back to Shibuya as well as I came back,” she sighs, “at least my boyfriend was there.”

“Ooh, who’s this boyfriend of yours?” she rested her chin on her palms, so smugly. Y/N becomes a little red.

“I-It’s Yui Hitsuji.”

Kuina was surprised and said, “Eh?!” she slammed the table. “Ain’t he used to be your neighbour?”

“Well, yeah, after you left,” said Y/N, “he asked me out and well we just kinda got together for years now.”

“Oh my god!” she said, “That’s so wonderful to hear that.”

“Well, I didn’t expected him to ask me out in some way,” said Y/N, drinking her favourite hot beverages. “So, are you seeing anybody?”

“Oh, why yes,” Kuina said and smiled.

“Tell me all the details about this partner of yours?” she smirks.

“Well, her name is An Rizuna—”

“Your girlfriend is An Rizuna, the model in Tokyo?!”

Kuina chuckled, “A former model actually, she recently worked as a forensic for the police in Tokyo,” she said. “About to engaged for a month, just waiting for the right time to confessed to her.”

“Seriously?! Wow, you’re so lucky!” Y/N nervously laughed. “I just kinda envy you honestly.”

“Oh, don’t be,” she said. “You already found someone immediately, while it took me one month in a half to find someone.”

“So, how’s your day been?”

“Honestly, I love my life… I got a girlfriend, and well… I would say job but I was there to promote from my friends’ dojo,” she said. “You?”

“Not gonna lie, my life has been shit at the start until so far, it pretty well,” as she rolled her eyes and sighs, drinking her hot beverages.

“What made your life worse?”

“Well, one year ago, I met this guy at the convenient store,” she explained. “My sister was wondering off until this asshole tried to do something about it, I was mad.”

“By whom?” as Kuina lifted her eyebrow.

“I don’t know his name, but it seems so off about that asshole,” she was mad and complains, “who tried to touch my little sister. It was that guy with piercing and a black mask,” as Y/N rolled her eyes, “obviously he has a motorcycle.”

Kuina slowly widen her eyes, “Wait… I think I know this guy…”

But Y/N was to focus on explaining that she furthermore continues, “He’s even my shitty neighbour, next door.”

“Y/N!”

She flinched, “Senpai! You scared me!”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Kuina immediately apologizes, then said, “but this guy… ain’t he… Niragi Suguru?”

Y/N was genuinely shocked and look at her in the eyes, Niragi Suguru, she knew him a long time ago; a long time ago when she was a middle schooler and saw a bullied high schooler getting beaten up by bullies. Y/N jokes about it, “There’s no way… that’s Niragi Suguru…”

“Kitachi Y/N… you just met Niragi Suguru…”

She shakes her head, “Kuina, let me tell you about that,” Y/N said, heavily sigh after she hadn’t heard that time a long time ago. “I’ve met Niragi since I was fourteen. Fourteen, I was in middle school, he was a high school nerd who got bullied.”

“Wait what?! You’ve met way before when he’s famous?” Kuina said. “Y/N, you’re more shocking than how you told me about my girlfriend.”

“Kuina, Niragi was famous?” she said, confused and that she furrowed her eyebrows at her.

“You haven’t heard?”

Y/N shakes her head.

“Oh my god, Y/N,” Kuina slowly says, “I am so gonna tell you everything, girl, you’ve just came back for Shibuya for what?”

“I was just having a new life in Shibuya.”

“So, how the heck are you not seeing this?” she said. “Niragi is not some asshole, he’s actually very sweet to kids in Tokyo,” as Kuina takes out her phone and show the video.

Y/N look at the video as her eyes went to a confused to a shock. From the video, it was a show, as the camera falls on Niragi visiting kindergarteners at school; he was bowing and waving at them. The kids genuinely loved him while he was teaching the kids, as if he was a teacher and gave them a lesson about himself, he was looking at the camera with a big smile and winks. Then he turns back to look at the kids running around; he was also running around playing with them.

Y/N was completely shocked and didn’t say anything, watching Niragi getting along with the kids and even when he feels exhausted, as they keep on pushing him badly; Y/N feels like she wants to laughed, but she covers it in clearing her throat.

“Hikari, just stop!”

“What, Kitachi, did you change something about him?” Kuina smirked.

“I have a boyfriend, jeez!”

“What I didn’t say about cheating your boyfriend,” Kuina said. “You know… Niragi maybe had a soft spot for kids, but for the fans… he was doing for fan services and oh yeah… he’s a former actor but he still running for model.”

As she took out a magazine of Niragi and pass it to Y/N, “Senpai, why are you showing me this?!”

“Hmm…” she smiling so smugly, resting her chin on her hand and blinks at you, “if your boyfriend is gonna dump you…”

“Oh my god, Hikari-senpai!” Y/N slams the table. “He’s nothing like that.”

“Alright, I’m sorry,” Kuina said. “It’s just… he’s nothing to my taste but he’s hot…”

Y/N facepalm herself in frustration, “Oh my god, Kuina, can you just shut up!”

“Okay, okay!”

Meanwhile Niragi was driving his motorcycle as he was miles away from being close to the hospital, then the traffic light was on as he stopped then check the time from his watch. He sighs as there’s little minute to catch up on, Niragi looked at the traffic lights as he twist the handle as the motorcycle go vroom vroom, then he accelerate; a police car shows up as he heard the ambulance, Niragi sighs as he stopped his engine, opening the shield from his helmet.

A fellow policeman comes around and bow as he said, “Excuse me, sir, you went above the speed limit of thrity kilometres per hour on normal roads.”

Ah, shit, Niragi thought and look at them, “Oh, did I?” he asked as he play dumb.

“Yes, and you sir been over the speed limit,” said the other policeman. “Mind if we check your ID?”

Niragi rolled his eyes and takes out his ID as he pass it to him, the policeman checks his ID licenses, “Eh?!” a policeman said after looking at his ID.

“Sir, is that…” another policeman said.

They were both shocked as he look at the man who’s riding a motorbike, “Is there a problem officer?”

The other policeman removes a speeding ticket as he writes it down, then pass it to Niragi who silently sighs after looking at the speeding ticket. A policeman written: Are you Niragi Suguru?

He rolled his eyes and paid the speeding ticket, “thirty thousand yen right?” as if Niragi change the topic. The policemen slowly nodded.

“Yeah, thirty thousand yen,” the policeman said.

Afterwards Niragi paid for speeding violation. “Hey, is there by any chance… if we could… remove your helmet and tell us your name?”

Niragi sighs as he put down his shield, then remove his helmet as he slick back his hair; furrowing his eyebrows at them. “It’s Niragi, Niragi Suguru, it says in my ID.”

“The mask, please.”

Niragi was looking at them very still, literally in disgust as he move his mask off, “Better?”

“Is it possible if we could take you a selfie, perhaps?”

Niragi maybe too tired for this, who knows, he’s just doing it anyways and sighs. Then he gets off on his motorcycle and said, “Yeah, whatever, just get in here.”

As he takes each two of the policeman’s phone and take a selfie with them. Afterwards, Niragi puts back his mask then his helmet, “Bye sir,” they both bow down. As he awkwardly wave at them, “Don’t start avoiding the speed limit!”

Niragi was thumbs up as he flees away, he sighs after an awkward interaction with the police officers. At the hospital, the motorbike was then slide to the side as it parked right over the parking lot perfectly, then he stopped the engine as Niragi took out his keys. Then remove his helmet off and hanged it on the handle as he start spinning the rings from his keys, then he put it on his jacket as he tie his hair into a bun.

He walked inside of the hospital and just as the receptionist lady was talking on the phone, Niragi showed up. The receptionist looked at him while talking to the patient on the phone, “Okay, your appointment will be next Tuesday, is that okay?”

She hang up the phone, the receptionist lady bow her head down and look at him, then she begin speaking to him, “Hi, how may I help you?”

He bow and chuckle, “I came here for visit, Kuzuryu Keiichi.”

“One moment,” as she typed on the keyboard. Niragi looked at everyone in the hospital, he even notice Kuina’s mom on a wheelchair with a nurse. He sighs and turned back to the receptionist. “Alright, room 352,” she says, taking out a printed paper and pen, then shows him which way to go. “Just go right and where you see the elevator, then you go to the left corner where you see the numbers signs where it explains. Lastly, this is where you’ll be end up by those,”—she pointed up there to where the between wall paths comes the right and left—“two paths going left and right, so it’s best if your turn right to where Kuzuryu’s room is.”

The receptionist cleared her throat, “Aside after explaining to you, are you by any chance a family member of Kuzuryu Keiichi?”

“Uhh… a colleague actually,” he answered, while the receptionist types on the keyboard.

“Okay,” as she take out a hardboard that he has to write on. “You’re going to write your name, date on what day you visit, and even your signature,” and she even hand him a pen.

Niragi wrote down on the paper as his eyes glance when he smiles, bowing down and said, “Thank you, kind lady,” then he leaves.

The receptionist notice the board and is surprise, “Niragi Suguru…” she slowly said, then she get up from her seat and looked at Niragi walking away. “I was talking to him,” she talks to herself quietly.

Niragi followed the receptionist’s direction and goes to the elevator as he presses the button; everyone went out as he comes inside, the elevator was about to shut but then a doctor smoothly went inside, without a problem as he was beside Niragi. The elevator went up for a minute as a doctor with ponytail speaks, “Niragi.”

“Chishiya,” he respond back to him.

“What a surprise,” Chishiya calmly said. “Is it about Kuzuryu?”

“Yes, I am.”

Chishiya slowly smiled.

“You?” Niragi asked.

“I was visiting one of my patient the other day, who had chest pain, short-term breathing, usually that day he was getting more ill or so a fever,” Chishiya turned to look at him, “it turns out… he was diagnosed with pneumonia because the air sac cannot operate well to his lungs. It seems common and risky for a patient who’s at the age of sixteen, but if it gets worse he might—”

“Die,” Niragi finishes his sentence while looking down.

“Yes, he might die, looks like someone had got their research,” Chishiya said, then he slowly frown and lifted his eyebrow at him. “You seem to be very worked up over some things, Niragi.”

Niragi didn’t respond.

“Did you take your medications of antidepressants or antipsychotics?”

Niragi heavily sigh, “Yes, I did,” he slowly respond. “Never been better but to feel everything from how stupid my life was before. Taking medication a lot seems to give me so much shit.”

“You shouldn’t take too much, Niragi.”

“You’re not my doctor.”

“Neither, you’re not my patient,” Chishiya said coldly. “But as a friend, you know how medication works?”

Niragi sighs and rolled his eyes. “You do know there were many types of side effects going on with you, you shouldn’t be risking your life,” Chishiya continues, “plus, those medications you’re taking, could effected you, especially your mood.”

“Thanks for your concerns,” Niragi finally spoke. “But you and I may not talk much at this moment.”

As the elevator dings as Niragi and Chishiya walked out separate ways but then—

“Niragi.”

As he turns to Chishiya.

“Whenever there’s a problem,” Chishiya said, “you know I’m everywhere,” then lastly. “But don’t even try risking your life like that,” as he was putting a straight face so coldly towards him, but deep down he does care about his concerns.

Niragi nods and walked away as he remembered the direct when he saw the number sign, then he end up on which direction as he go right. Then he saw room 357 as he went inside.

“Niragi.”

Niragi remove his mask, waving at him and said, “Heya sir,” as he came sitting down and look at him. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m having a hard time and overthink too much about my important job as a professor.”

“Or just relax,” Niragi said.

“How am I going to relax? I’m a professor at JUE,” he calmly replied.

Niragi sighs and tried to think while he complains, “Another start of the year of JUE is coming soon.”

“Well… I don’t know if I’m telling you about this, sir,” he said, catches Kuzuryu’s attention, “but I do have a bachelor’s degree on philosophy, despite from my former career as an actor and even still running for modelling.”

Kuzuryu looked at him as he already think up of his own mind about Niragi.

“But anyways, you get the idea,” said Niragi. “Where’s Kano?”

“Oh, she’s just going back to her job.”

“I see,” he says, “a break time.”

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As I came for a little visit at Kuina’s house, simply I was amaze in checking the luxurious furnitures they have.

“So, this is where me and my girlfriend live.”

“Wow, it’s very classy and fancy,” I said.

But then I saw a woman leaning on the door frame, she was wearing in black trousers, vest with a blazer over her shoulders, and high heels; a type of business office suit, even her hair was slick back and shades on. But holy shit, am I seeing Kuina’s girlfriend right now; jeez, I’m sweating. “And who might this cutie be?”

She even removes her shades off, An Rizuna… oh no, she’s hot… why am I forgetting that I have a boyfriend, why does she had to be like this?

I blushed uncontrollably and clear my throat as I couldn’t bear of how fucking hot she is; curse you, Kuina for getting a girlfriend this hot. “Rizuna!” I heard Kuina calling her.

But fuck, she’s laughing at her and even she hugs her; I have a boyfriend, I have a boyfriend, I have a boyfriend, I have a boyfriend.

She even hugged her, “You came here early today than I expected?”

“I’m working part-time today, not full time,” An said, putting her blazer around Kuina, god, they’re so good for each other. “Anyways, hi, darling,” as she even kissed her on the lips. “Aren’t you gonna introduce to your little friend of yours?”

“Rizuna,” she introduce her girlfriend to me, “this is my old teammate from my father’s dojo, Kitachi Y/N,” as I was too focus that my cheeks had gotten visible, that I cover my face. “Y/N, I think you already know my girlfriend since she’s a model,” as I saw Kuina whispering to her, “also Rizuna, Y/N is kinda a big fan of you before when you’re a model.”

“Really?” as she’s walking to me. Oh no, she’s coming, she’s coming!

“Y/N, darling, I’ve heard a lot about you,” An said, she even hugging me. Stay calm, stay calm. Then she look at me after she hugged me, “My girlfriend had told me everything, so you do help her get out of her old life, am I right?”

“Uh… yes,” I answered, trying not to get so nervous.

“Hey babe?” oh, please for the love of god, I can’t stand this.

“Yeah?”

“Is your old teammate alright? She’s burning up and even her cheeks had gotten red?” she said and look at me. “Are you okay, darling?”

I heard my best friend sighs, “That’s because she had a little crush on you.”

“Oh, are you?” God, why is she asking me, directly at my own eyes, damn it!

I awkwardly smiled, “Yes.”

She laughed and even squish my cheeks, “Well, I’m flattered,” An said, “of how adorable she is.”

“Honey, you’re hurting her!”

“I’m fine, senpai,” I said, “it reminds me… how… my mother did that to me when I was little…”

“Such a sweetheart,” An smiled at me.

I cleared my throat and tried to break it up and start acting up as I take a deep breath, “Hey, An, am I allowed to talk to you for a moment? If that’s okay with you, Hikari?”

“Sure, I would love to talk to you.”

Five minutes later, I sat on a luxurious couch as well as it has a rest for my legs, able to feel relax; Kuina was making something in the kitchen, An was sipping her tea at the moment. While I was just, well, sitting down and feel more comfy.

“Is there something you want to say?” she asked me.

“Well… do you know Niragi?”

I heard her choke on her tea as she was putting her hand on her mouth, then swallowed it as An get her napkin and wipe out of her face. “You mean that two-face wretched scumbag?”

I was shocked and said, “Wait so you—”

“Oh, don’t get me started, honey,” seeing her eyes looking cold as she take way to calmly, in fact I don’t know if she was this upset about him; I knew it, I knew there’s something about that asshole. “He’s a pain in the neck, that’s for sure, either way, you didn’t even know who he might be, showing by his enigmatic presence; Niragi is everyone’s praise and they idolized him,” as I saw her roll her eyes, “but not in private… you can see he’s not that of a man he was, rather something off.”

She was sipping her tea and continue, “Anyways, the first time I met him, he was a timid and quiet boy as much as I see him as a stray; I was that young girl when I saw him walking in the streets. I don’t know what got him to stay silent for as long as I could remember, he was covered in bruises as I could tell.”

I looked down and think about it, I remember how he end up like that. “I was there when I brought him, he was eating a lot as I never expected that boy was left with starvation and emptiness in his eyes. His uniform was ragged like someone had scratch and tear it away, glasses were broken, his mind and attitude had change,” she explained and sighs. “What had gotten him to end up like this? For there I’ve tried helping everything I can, but he was the most complicated person I have ever met.”

“Actually, he was bullied a long time ago… I don’t know how long that was… but I never that’ll cause an impact of his life,” I said, looking at the tea. I didn’t know that asshole was Niragi, likely I feel guilty after acting out just a year ago.

“You knew him don’t you?”

“I don’t think I know that guy named Niragi, Niragi that I know wouldn’t act like an asshole and is Suguru,” I said. “I’ll just ignore him anyways, I don’t want to deal with that shithead.”

“You know… he maybe a scumbag, but I never resented him ever,” she said. “The only thing I hate about him, is how childish and selfish he is sometimes. Somehow, I always wanted to pinch his ear or even smack the back of his head if I saw him.”

A sighs and she look at Kuina for a moment, “At least, Niragi had a sense of a doubt and principles, or else he would straight up be a complete scumbag in disgust.”

“I guess I didn’t know anything about Niragi at all.”

“Me neither,” she looked back at me. “But he’s just Niragi, you know?”

Outside of the hospital, Niragi sat down on the bench in private, smoking as he looked at the sky, furrowing his eyebrow as he turned to his expensive zippo lighter as he play tricks with it, then lands on his leather gloves without burning; he stopped for a moment and looked at nowhere as he think back about the bullies, that he close his expensive zippo lighter.

Niragi heavily sigh and remove his leather gloves, putting his hair down as it’s now on his wrist, and even unzipped his leather jacket, then take it off as he lays it at the bench. He looks at his black nails that’s been there for a long time since Saiko painted them a while ago; he was wearing a black tank top as well as exposed his wounded scars from his arms, and he was rubbing the back of his neck: a small hidden tattoo underneath the back of his hair, as it was a symbol of a red spider lilies with three hares in a trinity.

He turned back to his expensive zippo lighter and turns it on as he looked at the light of flames blazing, Niragi stares at it for two minutes then he slowly drag his lighter, towards his invisible scars from his wrist until someone interrupted and called him, “Niragi?”

Niragi quickly shuts his lighter and stops then turned as he slowly widen his eyes.