#Mira Kano x reader

[eletricheart]

AIB: incorrect quotes

Y: Okay, Mira, slowly repeat after me. I will not gaslight people.

Mira, nodding: I...will...not...gaslight...people.

Y: Good. Now faster, I will not gaslight people.

Mira: Oh honey, why did you change the phrase?

Y: I didn't.

Mira, with an arched brow: "Are you sure?"

Y, confused: Yes?

Mira, smiling softly: It's okay, let's just go again.

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[ghostlynightpanda]

Hiii!! Can i request a AIB x Reader where reader has a golden retriever type personality and is very loyal to their s/o

I rlly like your works!!

AIB Characters react to Reader having a Golden Retriever Personality content/warnings: Ann, Kuina, Mira, Aguni, Niragi, Last Boss, Chishiya, fem!reader, canon typical blood and violence, 5.344 words

Ann

Ann was used to silence. To the weight of watching people unravel, the subtle twitches that gave away a lie, the quiet panic hidden behind false bravado. She could read a battlefield from a glance, dissect a plan with a calm edge that unnerved even the most seasoned fighters. She thrived in the quiet. Trusted the stillness.

So when you came into her life—bright-eyed, full of sunshine and questions and spontaneous hugs—Ann didn’t know what the hell to do with you.

The first time Ann realized just how much you'd gotten under her skin, you were practically skipping through the Beach compound gates after a supply run—arms overloaded with snacks, medical kits, and what looked like a stuffed animal someone clearly abandoned in the chaos. Your face lit up like the world hadn’t tried to kill you five times on the way back.

Ann stood on the upper deck, arms crossed, silently watching you weave through the other residents with your usual bounce, like danger was just another errand to check off. She’d seen you do this a dozen times before—cheerful, loud, impossible to ignore—but today, something about it stuck with her.

You spotted her immediately, like your eyes were tuned to her frequency.

“Ann!” you called, hurrying toward her. “I’m back early!”

She tilted her head slightly as you climbed up the steps to meet her, gaze calm as ever. “You’re not even winded.”

“I ran,” you said brightly, practically glowing. “I missed you.”

Ann blinked, the corners of her mouth twitching the tiniest bit. “You missed me… on a thirty-minute run?”

“Obviously.” You said it like you were commenting on the weather. “You’re my person.”

You grinned so wide it made her stomach twist in a way she didn’t like to examine too closely.

She said nothing—just nodded and helped you offload your supplies. But something in her chest fluttered, a warmth she wasn’t used to. You looked at her like she wasn’t dangerous. Like she wasn’t the cold, calculating force everyone else tiptoed around.

That’s how it always was with you. You brought the chaos—but not the violent kind. You were affection and chatter and boundless loyalty. A little unpredictable, a little loud, but always there. You noticed things—small things. You’d hand her a cold drink after training without a word, or gently patch her scrapes after games, whispering comfort even when she didn’t respond.

Ann didn’t need words. But somehow, you made her wish she had more of them.

One night, after a brutal Hearts game that left her covered in blood and ash, she staggered back into the Beach well past midnight. The place was quiet, torches burning low, only a few silhouettes moving through the dark.

She thought you’d be asleep.

But there you were, curled up by the firepit with a worn blanket wrapped around your shoulders, eyes scanning the horizon like a soldier waiting for their commander. The moment your eyes met hers, your whole body lit up.

“Ann!” you shouted, springing to your feet.

Before she could react, you were running—barefoot, stumbling a little in your rush—and then throwing yourself into her arms with a soft thud. Your arms wrapped tightly around her waist, head pressed into her shoulder.

“Thank God,” you breathed, voice shaky. “You’re okay—I was so scared, I thought—”

“I’m fine,” she said softly, one hand rising to steady you by the back of your head. “I made it back.”

You looked up at her, eyes shimmering in the firelight. “I waited all night.”

She stared at you for a beat longer, lips parting like she wanted to say something—but all that came out was a whisper, low and quiet, like a secret not meant for the world:

“You waited… for me.”

“I always will,” you said, voice sure and soft, without hesitation.

And for the first time in a long while, Ann let her walls down just a little more. Because in a world where loyalty could get you killed, where most people chose survival over sincerity—you were the reckless, loving exception. You didn’t try to fix her. You just stayed.

Your chaos didn’t unsettle her. It anchored her. Because no amount of logic could explain how you made her feel safe.

And in your golden, open-hearted way—you became the one thing Ann stopped trying to analyze.

You became hers.

Kuina

Being with Kuina was like trying to catch sunlight in your hands—fast, untouchable, and burning with life. She moved like a dancer in combat, all grace and danger and raw instinct. Unpredictable. Fearless. Electrifying.

And you? You were the overly enthusiastic puppy sprinting after her every move, tail wagging, eyes sparkling with devotion. Utterly captivated. You didn’t just admire her—you worshipped her. Not from a distance, but right there beside her, even when things got messy.

She first noticed you during a Diamonds game—one of those tricky, logic-based ones where most players kept their heads down and voices low, afraid of drawing attention.

But not you.

"YEAH, BABY, SHOW HIM WHO'S THE BOSS!" you shouted from the sidelines, fists pumping in the air as Kuina delivered a verbal checkmate to her opponent. You were practically vibrating with pride, yelling encouragement like it was a pay-per-view match and not a fight for survival.

Niragi, lounging nearby with a half-amused sneer, cocked an eyebrow and muttered, “Is that your fan club or a lost golden retriever?”

Kuina just smirked, flipping her braid over her shoulder. “That’s my girlfriend,” she said, pride unmistakable in her tone.

After that, it became a running thing—your relentless support. Post-game? You were always there first, rushing into her arms like she'd returned from war. You carried extra water bottles in your pack, plus a stash of her favorite snacks—even if they were crushed, melted, or half-expired. You didn’t care. You’d brush sweaty hair from her face, kiss her knuckles when they were bruised, and tell her she was your hero like she hadn’t just limped out of hell and back.

Kuina acted like she didn’t need it. She had spent years learning how to survive without softness. But the way she looked at you—eyes lingering longer than necessary, always scanning for you in the crowd—you knew it mattered.

One night, after a particularly brutal Clubs game, she stumbled back into camp with a busted lip, knuckles raw, and a grim look on her face. You spotted her from across the lot and immediately sprinted over.

“Jesus, babe—what happened?!” You reached out to touch her face, your voice full of worry, but she pulled back slightly.

“I’m fine,” she muttered, eyes darting away. “Don’t fuss.”

“You are not fine, Kuina,” you said firmly but gently. “You’re limping, you’re bleeding, and you look like you haven’t breathed since the game ended.”

She sighed, shoulders slumping as the adrenaline wore off. “It was a bad one.”

“I know,” you said, reaching for your salvaged, dented little speaker—the one you'd spent two days fixing with spare wires and prayers. You tapped at it until the distorted beginning of her favorite pop song crackled to life.

She blinked. “Seriously?”

You grinned. “Operation: Cheer-Up-My-Badass-Girlfriend is in motion. Dance with me.”

“Right now?” she said, arching a brow as your hand extended toward her in the moonlight.

“Right here. Right now. C’mon.”

She rolled her eyes in mock defeat, but when her hand slid into yours, you felt her fingers squeeze just a little tighter than usual.

You spun her in a sloppy circle, then pulled her in close, swaying barefoot on the gravel like you were in a slow dance at some makeshift high school prom. Her body, stiff with tension at first, slowly began to relax.

“You’re ridiculous,” she murmured into your hair.

“And you love it,” you whispered back, leaning into her.

She didn’t respond—not with words. But the way she rested her chin on your shoulder, the way her grip on your waist didn’t loosen even after the song ended… it said everything.

Later that night, as you lay curled together under a thin blanket in your shared cot, she finally spoke into the quiet:

“I used to think love was a weakness. That needing someone was dangerous.”

You blinked sleepily, running your fingers through her hair. “And now?”

She hesitated. “Now… I think you make me stronger.”

Your heart squeezed in your chest, and you kissed her temple, smiling softly.

"You’re stuck with me, you know,” you whispered. “Like, superglue-level stuck.”

Kuina chuckled—a soft, rare sound that only you ever got to hear. “Good,” she said. “I’d rather face hell with you than heaven alone.”

And in that moment, you knew—no matter how chaotic the world got, no matter how many games there were left to play—Kuina’s fire would never burn you. It would light the way home.

Because you weren’t just her cheerleader, you were her constant. And she was finally starting to believe she deserved that kind of love.

Mira

Mira played with minds the way an artist played with paint—beautifully, dangerously, and with impossible control. She was elegance wrapped in steel, a smile dipped in venom. At the Beach, people didn’t talk to Mira—they orbited her like stars around a black hole, hoping not to get too close.

Except for you.

You were the exception.

You, who flitted through the halls of the Beach like a streak of sunlight in a place that had long forgotten warmth. You were kindness in a battlefield, golden and guileless, with that infectious laugh and a heart that bled loyalty.

Mira noticed you the moment you tripped trying to carry too many towels to the pool deck. You landed in a clumsy sprawl, grumbling to yourself as you tried to scoop everything back up—until you caught her watching.

You waved at her.

Waved.

No fear, no awkwardness. Just an enthusiastic, lopsided smile, like she was anyone else.

“You’re staring again,” she murmured later, reclining like a queen in the velvet chair she’d claimed in one of the Beach’s upstairs lounges. Her legs were draped over the arm, delicate fingers swirling a glass of wine.

“I can’t help it,” you replied honestly, settling down on the floor beside her like it was your rightful place. “You’re really pretty.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “So are jaguars. Doesn’t mean you should cuddle one.”

“Maybe,” you said, tilting your head thoughtfully, “but I think you’d let me cuddle you.”

Mira laughed then—an amused, dangerous sound. She leaned over slightly, brushing your cheek with the back of her hand. “Aren’t you afraid of me, little pup?”

You smiled, pressing your cheek into her palm without hesitation. “Nope. Even when you’re scary. I know you won’t hurt me.”

She tilted her head, intrigued, like a scientist examining a rare new specimen. “And what makes you so certain?”

You looked up at her with the kind of love that was rare and unshakeable. “Because I love you. And I trust you.”

She froze for a moment—just a flicker. Like your words had landed somewhere deeper than she'd meant to let them go.

That kind of loyalty? Blinding. Naïve. It should’ve bored her. It should’ve made her want to twist the knife and walk away.

But it didn’t.

Because you didn’t want anything from her. You weren’t trying to beat her at her own game. You didn’t dig into her secrets, didn’t ask about her past or why her eyes sometimes went hollow after games. You just showed up—smiling, humming, sometimes with flowers stolen from the perimeter, sometimes with tea, always with love.

And you stayed.

One night, after she returned from a particularly vicious Hearts game—one that left three players in tears and one begging for their life—she found you curled up in the library, reading by candlelight. You didn’t even ask what happened. You just looked up and smiled like she had walked in from a rainstorm and you were the fireplace waiting for her.

“You’re late,” you said softly, standing to meet her.

She raised a brow. “And you waited?”

“Always.” You brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her temple like she hadn’t just spent the last two hours dismantling someone’s psyche.

She sank into your touch like it was the only real thing she could hold.

“You’re dangerously sweet,” Mira whispered later that night as you lay together, your head resting on her chest, listening to her heartbeat like it was music.

You looked up at her, lips brushing her knuckles as you held her hand in yours. “You’re sweet too, even if you try to hide it.”

That earned you a laugh—not the cruel, performative one she gave others, but something soft. Real. The kind of sound no one else had ever pulled from her.

“You know,” she said slowly, voice velvet and edged with something unspoken, “you’re the only person here I can’t read.”

You blinked up at her, confused. “What do you mean?”

She ran her fingers through your hair, her expression unreadable. “Everyone else… they’re playing a part. Even when they don’t know it. But you? You’re honest. It’s disarming.”

You nuzzled closer with a sleepy hum. “Guess I’m just not smart enough to fake anything.”

“No,” Mira whispered, kissing the top of your head, “you’re just brave enough not to.”

And maybe that was what undid her in the end.

You weren’t part of her strategy. You weren’t a weakness. You were the first thing that felt real.

And somewhere between her games and your laughter, she stopped playing with your heart.

Because it had already become her own.

Aguni

Aguni didn’t smile. Ever. Not with his mouth, not with his eyes. His presence was thunderclouds and warning signs, and the kind of silence that carried weight. He walked like a soldier, always scanning, always tensed—as if ready for war, even in moments of calm. People didn’t approach him unless they had to.

Except for you.

The first time he noticed you, you were crouched in the dusty courtyard of the Beach, trying to coax a stray cat out from under a broken-down bench. You were speaking softly, offering it part of your precious rations—dried fish and a crumbly protein bar you’d clearly been saving.

He watched from a distance, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

When the cat finally inched forward to sniff your offering, you looked up—and caught him watching. Instead of flinching or looking away, you smiled at him like he was the one who had done something good. Like the moment mattered.

Aguni didn’t say anything. He just nodded once, stiffly, and walked away.

But you saw it.

From that moment on, you made it your mission to crack the fortress that was Morizono Aguni.

“Aguni!” you called one morning, jogging up beside him as he walked to the training grounds. “I brought you water! Also, I packed a protein bar—you never eat enough, and you look like you’re trying to bench-press the entire compound.”

He stopped mid-step and looked at you, sweat already darkening the collar of his shirt, jaw clenched.

“You don’t need to do that,” he said, voice gravel-thick.

You just grinned, undeterred. “I want to. Big difference.”

That was always your answer. When he told you to stop hovering, when he warned you not to get involved in the games, when he gave you those stern, scary stares—you never budged. Never pried. Just offered quiet support, relentless care, and a kind of sunshine he didn’t know what to do with.

He started noticing the little things. How you always waited for him after a game, even the late-night ones. How you instinctively shifted in front of him when someone approached too aggressively. How you handed him things—water, gauze, food—without being asked, like you knew before he did what he needed.

And then came the game.

A Face card. Brutal. Bloody. A no-win scenario full of traps and fire.

During the chaos, someone lobbed a Molotov cocktail across the field, aimed squarely at him while his back was turned.

You saw it before he did.

You didn’t hesitate.

You tackled him, hard, taking the brunt of the blast on your shoulder as fire licked your jacket and bit into your skin. The impact knocked both of you into the dirt, and for a horrifying moment, everything went still.

When Aguni realized what had happened—when he saw the blistering burn on your skin—his vision tunneled. He’d seen pain before, too much of it, but never because of him. Not like this.

“You’re an idiot,” he muttered, hands shaking as he patched you up with a medical kit after the game. His fingers were rough but precise, and he wouldn’t look you in the eye.

You hissed quietly at the sting but grinned through it anyway. “But I’m your idiot.”

He didn’t respond. Just stared at the gauze, hands still hovering over your shoulder long after the wound was covered.

That night, when you lay beside him in the dim, makeshift room you’d claimed as yours—your body curled toward his like a dog to a fire, warm and trusting despite the pain—he sat awake for a long time, staring at the ceiling, guilt and something deeper gnawing at his chest.

And then, very quietly, he leaned down and whispered into your hair:

“Thank you… for not giving up on me.”

You stirred a little, half-asleep, and mumbled, “Never will.”

That was the first night he held you without armor. No walls, no distance. Just him. Just you.

Weeks passed, and people started to notice the change.

Aguni wasn’t smiling—but he softened. Just enough that people dared to look him in the eye again. He trained others more. He let you patch his wounds without protest. And when someone spoke harshly to you during a meeting, his hand came down on the table with a sound like thunder.

“She’s with me,” he said flatly. “Show some respect.”

The room went dead quiet.

You blinked, stunned, and looked up at him, heart fluttering.

Later that night, as the two of you sat on the rooftop overlooking the ruins of the city, you nudged his arm gently.

“You kinda went full knight-in-shining-armor mode today,” you teased.

He exhaled through his nose, barely a smile, but it was one. “Someone had to.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, content. “I’m really glad it was you.”

Aguni didn’t say much after that. But his hand found yours, rough palm sliding over your fingers as he held on—like he finally realized you weren’t a distraction.

You were his anchor.

And he didn’t want to let go.

Niragi

Falling for Niragi was like running headfirst into a wildfire. People warned you off, eyes wide with concern or disbelief. “He’s dangerous.” “Unstable.” “He’ll tear you apart.”

But you didn’t flinch. Because when you looked at him—beneath the cruelty, the rage, the showmanship—you didn’t just see fire.

You saw someone trying desperately not to burn alone.

When you met, he was bloodied from a game, shirt half-singed, laughing like a man unhinged. His gun still dangled from one hand, his smirk sharp and daring.

You were the one who walked right up to him, medical kit in hand, and said, “That looks infected. Mind if I fix it before your arm falls off?”

He stared at you like you were speaking another language.

“Do I look like I care if it falls off?”

You shrugged. “Probably not. But I do.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

You smiled, easy and open. “Because I like taking care of people. Even the ones who growl and hiss.”

After that, Niragi started testing you. Pushing your buttons. Saying the kind of stuff that made most people run for cover. He flirted in that biting, mocking way—waiting for you to get scared, to storm off, to call him a freak.

You never did.

One day, after he threatened a player for looking at him sideways, you walked up, arms crossed, eyes sparkling.

“Wow, edgy and handsome,” you said with a grin. “Real triple threat.”

He blinked. “Are you flirting with me?”

“Duh,” you replied, stepping into his space like you belonged there. “You’re hot. Like, dangerous-hot.”

He scowled. “You’re insane.”

You grinned. “So I’ve been told.”

From then on, it was a rhythm. He'd snarl; you'd nudge. He'd lash out; you'd show up with snacks and bandages and unwavering devotion. You became a constant—an unexpected ray of sunshine in his storm. You didn’t try to tame him. You just… stayed. And that terrified him.

He didn’t get you. But he couldn’t get rid of you, either.

Sometimes he’d find you watching the sunset from the roof, legs swinging over the edge. “You know, you’re gonna fall and die,” he’d call out.

“Then I hope I land in your lap,” you’d shout back, laughing.

And slowly, things shifted.

He started waiting up for you after games. Started pulling you behind him when tensions flared. Started growling at people who insulted you—not just for show, but because it bothered him.

But he wouldn’t admit it.

Not until the game that almost broke him.

You weren’t even supposed to be in it. A high number, ugly and violent. A setup that went sideways. Niragi wasn’t there—but when he saw you limp through the gates of the Beach, bleeding from your leg, face pale and shaking, something inside him snapped.

He stormed up to you, grabbing your arm too tightly. “What the hell were you doing in that game?! You could’ve died!”

You winced, but your hand reached for his, gently loosening his grip. “But I didn’t. I made it back to you.”

He let go like your skin burned him.

“I didn’t ask you to do that,” he muttered.

“I know,” you said, brushing your fingers against his jaw. “You never have to ask. That’s kind of the point.”

He hated how your eyes looked at him. Not with pity. Not with fear. But with something that felt dangerously close to love.

That night, he found you outside, sitting in front of a flickering fire barrel, hugging your knees to your chest. You didn’t hear him approach until he dropped to one knee beside you.

“Don’t do that again,” he said lowly. “Don’t scare me like that.”

You blinked. “You were scared?”

He didn’t answer. Just leaned forward and kissed you—desperate, rough, trembling like a man afraid of what it meant. He kissed you like he thought he’d never get the chance again. Like you were the last soft thing in a hard, ugly world.

When he pulled back, breath ragged, he whispered against your lips:

“I don’t get you.”

You smiled, brushing his hair back from his eyes. “I don’t need you to. Just let me stay.”

He stared at you like you were the only real thing left. And for the first time in a long, long time, he didn’t push someone away.

He leaned in again, burying his face in your shoulder.

“…Fine. But if anyone hurts you again, I will burn this place to the ground.”

You chuckled. “That's the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

He groaned. “You’re so annoying.”

“Yeah,” you said, hugging him tighter. “But I’m your annoying.”

And this time, Niragi didn’t argue.

Last Boss

Last Boss was a ghost of a man.

Still as stone, silent as dusk, always just at the edge of everyone’s vision—like smoke curling around the corners of the Beach. People called him "Last Boss" with a kind of uneasy reverence, the way someone might talk about a ghost story that could suddenly become real. He didn’t speak unless necessary. Never smiled. Always watched.

And yet, somehow, you weren’t afraid of him.

The first time you approached, it was dusk. He sat alone beneath a canopy, sword resting against his shoulder, eyes half-lidded but alert. Most gave him space. You plopped down next to him like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Hi,” you said brightly, a lopsided smile on your face. “You looked lonely. So here I am.”

He didn’t turn. Didn’t speak. Just… breathed.

You didn’t mind.

“I brought tea,” you added, holding out a chipped mug. “It’s a little bitter, but you seem like the quiet, tea-drinking type.”

He finally glanced your way. A flicker of interest passed over his pale features—not surprise, just observation. Your clothes were dirtied from a supply run. There was a scrape on your knee, a leaf tangled in your hair. But your eyes sparkled, unbothered.

“…You are strange,” he murmured, voice like a blade sliding from a sheath—low and smooth and vaguely amused.

You beamed. “Yeah. I get that a lot.”

You didn’t ask why he sat alone. You didn’t stare at the sword. You just handed him tea and leaned back against the bench with a content sigh, watching the sky melt from orange to indigo.

And the next day, you came back.

At first, he barely acknowledged you. But you were consistent. Tea. Small talk. Sometimes rambling about your day, sometimes just sitting beside him in silence like it was sacred. You never asked about his tattoos or the darkness in his eyes. You just existed next to him—warm, loyal, unbothered by the storm that followed him like a second shadow.

Eventually, you noticed subtle changes. He began brewing tea before you arrived. He started positioning the bench to face the sunset. Once, he moved to shield you from the rain.

Little things. Quiet things.

Then came the night you didn’t return on time.

You’d gone into another game—he knew that much, after all your visa was about to run out—but sunset had passed, and you hadn’t come back. He stood at the gate as darkness crept in, his sword strapped across his back, every inch of him coiled in silence.

When you finally stumbled in—muddy, limping, bruised but smiling like always—he moved.

Without a word, he stepped forward and pulled your pack from your shoulder, catching you before your knees gave out. His hands were cold, but his grip was careful.

“You should rest,” he said, voice barely audible.

You blinked up at him, tired but wide-eyed. “You waited for me?”

His eyes flicked away, jaw tight. “I didn’t want to… wonder. If you made it back.”

The confession was softer than a whisper, but it landed with weight. You stared for a moment, heart skipping, then reached out and slid your hand into his—warm against calloused fingers.

“I’ll always come back,” you said gently. “I’m not leaving you alone.”

He didn’t answer. Not with words.

Instead, he stepped closer, hesitating only a heartbeat before folding his arms around you—awkward at first, stiff and unsure. But then he buried his face in your shoulder, letting the tension melt from his frame like melting frost.

His sword clinked softly against the ground.

For a man made of silence and steel, you were the only thing that brought him peace.

And from that night forward, he no longer stood alone at the edge of the compound.

You were always there—chattering, glowing, loyal to a fault—and he was always close enough to protect you.

Even if he never said it out loud, you had become his tether.

His reason to stay human in a world that kept trying to turn him into a monster.

Chishiya 

Chishiya liked things quiet. Predictable. Controlled. He thrived in silence, in spaces where emotions didn’t cloud judgment and attachment didn’t compromise logic. That’s how he survived. That’s how he won.

And then there was you.

You were loud in the ways he wasn’t used to��emotionally, energetically, unapologetically there. You talked too much. You smiled too easily. You touched him casually, affectionately, like he wouldn’t bite. And somehow, he let you stay.

You first met during a Diamonds game. He was already halfway through solving it when you were shoved into the same team. Most people clammed up around him, intimidated by his cool stare and sharper intellect.

Not you.

“Hi!” you said brightly, offering your hand like you were at a brunch, not a death match. “I’m your partner today. Lucky you.”

He glanced at your hand, then your face. “Debatable.”

“Aw, you do have a sense of humor,” you beamed. “This’ll be fun.”

He expected you to be a liability. But you weren’t. You watched people, you picked up on cues, and most impressively—you never questioned him during the game. You trusted his calls, even when they seemed risky.

Afterward, you handed him a protein bar and a lollipop. “I brought extra,” you said, plopping down beside him like you’d known him for years. “You look like you forget to eat.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Do I look like someone who enjoys sugar?”

“Nope,” you said, nudging it against his cheek, “but I enjoy giving it to you.”

He took it. Just to shut you up.

You didn’t leave after that. Not really. You became a constant presence at his side—sometimes talking his ear off, sometimes sitting in companionable silence, sometimes offering snacks mid-strategy sessions like it was the most natural thing in the world.

One night, while the Beach slept in uneasy peace, you were lying beside him on the rooftop. Head on his shoulder. Fingers lazily tracing circles into his wrist.

“You’re too grumpy,” you whispered sleepily.

“You’re too trusting,” he murmured back.

You smiled, eyes drifting closed. “And yet, here we are.”

He rolled his eyes. But his hand found yours in the dark.

You never asked him to change. Never asked for secrets, or his plans, or pieces of his past. You simply stayed—loyal in a way that made no sense to someone who trusted no one.

And that terrified him.

Because while he was always calculating odds, always playing games two steps ahead—you were his anomaly. His unpredictable constant.

Then came the game that changed everything.

A brutal Spades round, full of traps and shifting alliances. You weren’t supposed to be there. He’d told you not to join, but you slipped onto the roster anyway, saying, “I don’t let people fight alone.”

Midway through, things went sideways. One player turned rogue. A shot rang out—aimed at Chishiya.

And you moved before he even registered the danger.

You shoved him aside and took the hit to your side, crumpling behind cover as he caught you. Blood soaked through your shirt as your breathing grew shallow.

Chishiya froze. His mind spun. He’d seen death. Caused it. But this—you—bleeding in his arms—was chaos he hadn’t prepared for.

“You idiot,” he muttered, pressing his hand to your wound. “Why would you do that?”

Your lips twitched into a weak smile. “Told you... I’m lucky. Still breathing.”

After they cleared the area and called the game, he sat by your bedside in silence, eyes trained on your pale, unconscious face. His hand never left yours.

“I don’t understand you,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. “You make no sense.”

And for once, he didn’t need to.

Because in your golden, reckless heart, he knew you’d do it all over again. Just for him.

That night, when you finally stirred, he was still there. Still holding your hand. His thumb rubbed small circles into your palm like he didn’t realize he was doing it.

“You stayed,” you rasped.

“I always stay,” he replied softly.

You smiled, drowsy and aching. “Even when I’m too much?”

He met your gaze then. Something real in his eyes. Unmasked.

“Especially when you’re too much.”

And just like that, the great strategist who never let anyone in finally admitted what you already knew:

You weren’t his weakness. You were his reason.

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(if your requests are open) could you please write a Mira fic (fem reader)

into you - mira kano

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・❥・ requested

cw: yandere themes. manipulating and controlling behavior, false medication prescription, suggestive, basically yandere!psychiatrist!mira controlling your life. mdni!

→ fem!reader

underneath her apathetic nature lies a plethora of longing and long lasting feelings for you, her favorite patient.

when mira received notice that she be taking you under her care, she thought of it nothing more as one of her normal day to day duties. ask you questions how you are, how you're feeling, anything you want to share with her before prescribing you heaps or little dozes of medication.

it isn't a secret that she's a very curious woman, wanting to know how to world looks like in someone else's perspective. she could see the world as black and white but talking to you felt like the world's all glitter and rainbows.

for every time she sat down to talk to you, all the questions that she threw were immediately responded by you. mira didn't seem to think that there is anything wrong with you. but that's the problem now.

she didn't wanted to let go of you.

"i'm happy to hear that!" mira responds, red lips giving you a tight lipped smile. "i'll be giving you these. take them thrice a day. your last session may just be the next time we meet." she says.

but all those words...were lies. you didn't needed those pills anymore, didn't needed to take them thrice a day in a week, didn't needed to come back anymore. but you listened because mira is so nice, so sweet to you, always talking to you with that pretty smile of hers.

eventually, your condition worsened by her false instructions. what was once a happy and cheerful you had turned silent and hollow. as if the all the happiness in you had been sucked out.

after a week, you returned to mira with feelings of weakness and a frown on your face.

"you should try tying your hair up, y/n." mira suggests, running her fingers through your hair. "should i tie it up for you?"

"yes please." you responded quietly, sitting up straight for her.

with a pleased smile on her face, she takes out a comb and hair tie, taking her sweet time tying your hair into a neat tight bun like hers. it would look cute that her and her darling have the same hairstyle!

"you're a little pale today too, y/n. should i apply lipstick on you?" she asks, gently swiping her thumb along your lower lip.

"...okay" you quietly mumbled, watching the older girl right in front of you gap your lips a little, applying her red lipstick on you.

"there you go." she whispers, smiling at her little masterpiece. "you look like me now."

over the course of the next few days, mira continued to have you keep taking the pills. as your feelings worsened, the once a week visits turned twice a week.

"how about this?" mira asks, leading your hand to touch her earlobe. "can you tell me how do you feel?"

she watches your face scrunch a little, eyebrows furrowing. "it feels...weird. like i'm all tingly on the inside."

mira smiles, slowly walking closer to your behind. "are those your honest feelings?"

"yes" you whisper.

"what about this one?" she asks, smiling as her hands cup your breasts from behind, gently kneading them before encircling her index finger around your nipple. "how do you feel?"

the whimper that escaped your lips was more than satisfactory to her. "i feel...weird. i feel all weak yet my body loves it."

"should i keep going?" mira asks, faux sympathy and innocence in her voice.

"yes please"

with your given consent, mira kept fondling your chest, pinching and pulling your soft buds until the sweet sounds of your moans slowly filled the four corners of the room. your body shuddering but kept a firm hold on you, her smile widening as she sees you wreathe and come undone.

"how is it, y/n?" mira asks, holding you in her arms. "is your mind and body satisfied?"

"yes!" you gasp out, tilting your head to face her with a flushed smile. "very much, yes!"

and that's what mira loves about you. you clinging onto her like she's your saving grace, you obeying her like a good girl. you don't even need to know at all what you're taking. just follow her words and you'll always be in her good hands.

maybe, in the next session, mira would not only have your mind and body at ease, but the whole of you as well.

TAGS: @retrospacealien @chishiya-of-diamonds @boowoomuu @ang3liclov3ly @kenqki @shadowheads-shitshow @lunoxxy @supercoffeeblogs

[brokenloverr24]

(Y/N): *screams and jumps off* “Aguni help!”

Legit my fav part

Alice In Borderland

(Y/N) in Borderland

Getting Wasted With The Executives

(Y/N): “Unhand me devil spawn! I refuse to join your legion of darkness!”

Niragi: “I didn’t even touch you, idiot!”

(Y/N): “Your aura did!”

Niragi: “The fuck is that suppose to mean?!”

(Y/N): *stands on the table* That you need to be exercised back to where you came from!”

Mira: “Oh my… How much did they drink?”

An: “Chishisya here dared them to drink ten shots.”

Chishiya: *smirks* “I didn’t do anything, they came to the conclusion to prove me wrong themselves.”

Niragi: “Do you want to die?!”

(Y/N): *points at Niragi* “Bring it! I got the power of God and Kuina on my side!”

Kuina: *snorts*

Hatter: *laughing his ass off*

Niragi: “That’s it!” *lunges at the table*

(Y/N): *screams and jumps off* “Aguni help!”

Aguni: *sighs and stands up*

Samura: *watches the entire fight unfold*

Kuzuryu: “We’re never letting them get drunk again. This is chaos.”

Mahiru: *chuckles* “Agreed.”

[mursetica]

And you can’t prove me for shit otherwise

[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)

[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.

[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?

[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.

[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

[ghostlynightpanda]

Could i please request aib x reader where reader always has trouble sleeping so everytime reader cant sleep reader goes to their s/o room and makes it their problem too, reader either makes them stay up with them or go to sleep with them :3

Feel free to decline this request, i understand making these types of works take a long time and esp considering how many people request so take your time with this! I really like your works, keep it up!! :D

AIB Character react to reader having trouble to sleep

content/warnings: Ann, Kuina, Mira, Aguni, Niragi, Last Boss, Chishiya, fem!reader, fluff, 6.589 words

Ann

The Beach was quiet, its usual chaos stilled for the moment. The only sound was the distant murmur of conversations between survivors, but in your room, it felt far too empty. You had been tossing and turning for hours, unable to find any peace, the uncertainty of your situation weighing heavily on your mind.

You tried everything—counting the cracks in the walls, staring at the ceiling, and even trying to drift into sleep with thoughts of a peaceful life before the games. But it was all in vain.

And so, you did what you always did when sleep wouldn't come: you left your room and quietly made your way down the hallway towards Ann’s.

Her room was always a place of calm for you. Even in the madness of the Beach, Ann's presence had a soothing effect—her soft demeanor, her calm voice, the way she always seemed to know what to say without overwhelming you. Tonight, though, you felt desperate for the comfort she unknowingly provided.

You hesitated for a moment outside her door, a little uncertain whether she'd be annoyed by the interruption, but when you pushed the door open, she was already awake, sitting by the window, her gaze distant but soft.

"Can't sleep?" Ann's voice was gentle, the words feeling more like an invitation than a question.

You shook your head, stepping inside and closing the door quietly behind you. "No... I don't know what's wrong. I just can't seem to get my mind to quiet down."

Ann didn't say anything right away. She just patted the bed beside her, a silent offer. You moved to sit next to her, the space between you comfortable, warm.

She glanced over at you, her calm expression never wavering. "It's okay," she said softly. "It happens sometimes. You're not alone in this."

Ann didn’t push you to talk. She simply stayed there, sitting next to you in the quiet. Her presence was enough, and the way she let you just be—without needing to explain yourself—was a kind of peace you rarely found anywhere else on the Beach.

"Ann..." you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t know why I keep having trouble sleeping. It’s like everything just... keeps spinning in my head."

Her hand rested gently on your arm, her touch light but steady, like a constant that could anchor you in the storm. "I understand," she said, her voice low. "It’s hard when everything around us feels out of control."

She let out a soft sigh, as if contemplating something for a moment before turning to you fully. "Sometimes, you don’t need to fight it. Just let your thoughts pass by. And if you need to, let me be here with you until it fades."

You leaned into her warmth, grateful for her understanding. She was the kind of person who didn’t need to fix things to make them better. She just needed to be there, quietly supporting you in a way only she could.

Minutes turned into hours, and Ann didn’t move, never complaining about the late hour. Her steady presence lulled you into a sense of peace. You felt your eyelids grow heavy as the tension in your body slowly eased, your thoughts slowing to a dull murmur.

"Stay with me?" you asked softly, your voice trembling slightly.

Ann didn’t hesitate. She shifted, sliding down into the bed beside you, her body close but respectful of your space. Without saying a word, she wrapped her arm around you, pulling you gently closer. Her warmth was comforting, and you found yourself relaxing, finally allowing yourself to surrender to the calm that her presence always brought.

"You’re safe here," she whispered, her voice the last thing you heard before sleep claimed you.

And for the first time in a long while, sleep didn’t feel like a struggle. You drifted off in the quiet of Ann’s room, her embrace making the chaos of the Beach feel a little farther away.

Kuina

The dim light from the hallway filtered in through the cracks of the door, casting long shadows across the room. Kuina sat on her bed, her legs tucked underneath her, silently staring at the wall. She had always been a pillar of strength, calm and composed, but tonight, there was a quiet tension in the air. Something felt off, but she couldn’t quite place it.

The sounds of the Beach were distant, but there was no hiding the restlessness in the atmosphere—people moving, talking, plotting—but none of it mattered right now. What mattered was the unsettling feeling that had been nagging at her, the thought of not being able to rest or escape from the tension.

And then came a knock on her door.

You had been pacing in your room for hours, unable to find rest no matter how hard you tried. Sleep was a stranger to you these days, and tonight, it was particularly hard. Your thoughts raced endlessly, and with no one else to turn to, you found yourself in front of Kuina's door. Without hesitation, you pushed it open, your expression a mix of exhaustion and vulnerability.

Kuina’s gaze lifted to meet yours as you entered, the smallest hint of surprise flickering in her eyes. She had been expecting a peaceful night, but instead, here you were—looking for comfort.

"You’re still awake," she observed quietly, her voice tinged with concern as she set her book aside and patted the space next to her on the bed. "Can’t sleep?"

You nodded, not needing to explain. You never really had to with her. Kuina always understood.

Without waiting for a response, she leaned back against the pillows and pulled the blanket back slightly, her usual tough demeanor softened just enough to make room for you. She knew what it was like to lie awake, restless and trapped in your own head.

"You’re welcome to stay," Kuina said casually, but her eyes showed a softness you didn’t often see in the fierce warrior. "This bed’s too big for just me."

There was a comfort in her words, a sense of reassurance. You hesitated for only a moment before slipping under the blanket, the warmth of her body radiating gently beside you. The bed was, indeed, large, but it felt more like a vast, empty space that begged for companionship tonight.

As you laid there, the quiet of the room stretched on. Kuina, who was always full of energy and boldness, seemed unusually still. The rhythmic sound of her breathing, steady and soothing, filled the silence between you.

"You know, sometimes," Kuina started softly, her voice carrying a rare tenderness, "sleep doesn't come because you’re fighting it too hard. You’ve just got to let it happen. And if it doesn’t, then... just let it be. But I’ll stay here, and we’ll figure it out together."

Her words were simple, but they carried a wisdom that you hadn’t expected. In the chaos of the Beach, it was easy to forget that sometimes, all it took to find peace was someone who could offer silent comfort.

Kuina reached over, her hand resting on yours in a quiet gesture of solidarity. "You’re not alone in this," she added, her voice barely above a whisper.

And just like that, the restless tension that had been swirling inside you began to fade. Her presence was grounding, like a calm in the middle of a storm. Slowly, the urge to think, to worry, to fight the sleeplessness, began to slip away.

After a while, you found yourself drifting closer to her, the warmth of her body and the steady rhythm of her breathing calming your restless mind. You didn’t say anything, and neither did she. There didn’t need to be words. Just the simple act of sharing space with someone who understood your struggle was enough to soothe the fears that had kept you awake.

As sleep finally began to claim you, you felt a deep sense of comfort you hadn’t felt in a long time. The chaos of the Beach, the games, the dangers—they all felt far away in this moment.

Kuina’s arm curled around you, pulling you closer, and the last thing you heard before you finally fell asleep was her soft, steady voice whispering, "Sleep. I’ve got your back."

And for the first time in ages, you were able to let go.

Mira

The Beach was quiet that night, the usual clamor of voices and the intensity of survival games left behind in favor of an eerie calm. You couldn’t shake the feeling of restlessness, your mind racing as you stared up at the ceiling, thoughts swirling in circles, too loud to ignore. Sleep had become an impossible task lately.

You sighed in frustration and glanced over at Mira, who sat nearby, flipping through a book in her hands. Her expression was unreadable, her usual composed and confident demeanor unchanged, even in the dim light of the room.

You were about to get up and retreat to your own bed when you caught her attention. She looked at you with an almost knowing smile, a slight glint in her eyes as if she had been expecting you.

"Can’t sleep, hmm?" she asked, her voice smooth and alluring, yet laced with a subtle kindness that felt strangely comforting.

You nodded in agreement, sitting at the edge of the bed with a sigh. Mira studied you for a moment, her gaze unwavering, before she closed her book and set it aside, leaning back against the pillows.

"I suppose I could help," she mused thoughtfully, her eyes sparkling with a quiet mischief. "But I don't want to just leave you to toss and turn all night. How about a story?"

Your curiosity piqued, you raised an eyebrow, unsure what to expect. Mira was never one to indulge in anything so simple, but you had learned that there were depths to her you hadn’t fully understood.

"A story?" you asked, a little surprised.

"Yes," Mira replied with a slight smirk. "A story to help you drift off to sleep. I happen to know quite a few."

She shifted, making herself more comfortable on the bed, her eyes now gleaming with the beginnings of an idea.

"Let me tell you a tale," she began, her voice lowering to a soft, rhythmic tone. "A tale of a queen who ruled with an iron fist and a heart full of rage—a queen who thought she could control everything, only to realize that there was one thing she could never control: herself."

Mira’s voice carried a smooth, almost hypnotic quality, and you found yourself relaxing into her words, your eyelids growing heavy as she spoke.

"Once upon a time," she continued, "there was a Queen who ruled over a land of wonder and chaos. Her name was the Queen of Hearts, and she was feared by all who lived in her kingdom. Her temper was as fiery as her crown, and she ruled with an iron fist. 'Off with their heads!' she would cry, whenever something displeased her, and the people trembled at the sound of her voice."

You shifted slightly to get more comfortable, your mind beginning to picture the strange world she described—an odd, almost dreamlike place.

"But despite her power," Mira's voice grew softer, drawing you deeper into the story, "the Queen had a secret. She ruled with fury, but her heart was as fragile as glass. She couldn't understand why the world didn’t bend to her will completely, why her subjects still dared to question her. Her kingdom seemed to be filled with madness, and no matter how much she tried to control it, everything seemed to slip through her fingers."

You could almost feel the frustration of the Queen in Mira’s words, the weight of her lonely, isolated throne.

"One day, as she sat on her throne, screaming orders to her subjects, a young girl appeared. She was unafraid of the Queen, standing tall with a quiet confidence that the Queen could not comprehend. This girl, who came from nowhere, brought a sense of calm and understanding into the Queen’s chaotic world. She asked the Queen, 'Why do you rule with such fear, when what you really crave is peace?'"

Mira’s voice became softer, almost conspiratorial. "The Queen of Hearts did not know how to answer. No one had ever spoken to her like that before. And for the first time, she realized that perhaps, in all her rage and all her power, she had never truly understood herself. Maybe her heart wasn’t as hard as she had thought."

You felt your body relax further, her soothing voice making it easier to imagine the strange world of the Queen of Hearts. Mira’s presence became the safe haven you longed for, her voice lulling you into a state of peace.

"The Queen thought long and hard," Mira continued. "And though she did not change overnight, the young girl’s words stayed with her. Slowly, she began to question herself, to wonder if there was another way to rule—a way that didn’t require fear, a way that allowed her to understand her own heart. And though she still ruled with strength, she began to rule with wisdom, knowing that sometimes, control was not the answer to everything."

By the time Mira finished, your mind had settled, the story weaving a soft blanket of comfort around your thoughts. She paused for a moment, letting the silence settle between you.

"Did you like it?" she asked, her voice almost a whisper now.

You gave a sleepy nod, your body heavy and relaxed, ready to drift into the embrace of sleep. Mira’s soft smile was the last thing you saw before your eyelids fluttered closed.

“Good,” she said softly, her voice a gentle caress as you fell asleep. "Sweet dreams, my dear."

And as you sank into a peaceful slumber, the words of the Queen of Hearts echoed quietly in your mind, the madness of the world outside slipping away, leaving only the comfort of Mira’s presence and the quiet, soothing power of her story.

Aguni

The night was still, the usual noise of the Beach fading into a distant hum. The only sound that filled the silence was the soft rustling of the wind and the faint crackle of a fire burning somewhere in the distance. You had been lying awake in your bed for what felt like hours, tossing and turning, but sleep refused to come. The thoughts in your mind kept swirling in a dizzying loop, and no matter how hard you tried to shut them out, they wouldn't leave you in peace.

After another long stretch of staring at the ceiling, you finally gave up on trying to force sleep. You had a habit of doing this—when sleep wouldn’t come, you found yourself seeking out Aguni. He wasn’t one for talking, but his presence always had a calming effect. There was something about his stoic nature that grounded you when the chaos of the Beach became too much to bear.

You quietly slipped out of your room and made your way down the hall to his. You didn’t knock; you simply opened the door and stepped inside. Aguni was sitting by the window, his broad frame silhouetted by the faint moonlight. He was staring out at the Beach, but his gaze wasn’t focused on anything in particular. It was the kind of look that suggested he had a lot on his mind.

He turned when he heard the door creak open, his expression softening ever so slightly when he saw you standing there.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked, his deep voice low, but not unkind.

You nodded, feeling the familiar weight of exhaustion settling in your bones. Aguni didn’t speak much, but there was a certain understanding between the two of you that didn’t need words.

Without another word, he patted the empty space next to him on the small cot. You didn’t hesitate, walking over to sit beside him. The warmth of his presence was a comfort, a quiet refuge amidst the chaos. You sat in silence for a moment, both of you gazing out the window at the dark expanse of the Beach.

"What's keeping you up?" he asked quietly after a while, his voice softer than you expected.

You hesitated for a moment before answering, the vulnerability creeping in despite your best efforts to hide it. "Just... everything. The constant noise in my head. The fear of what comes next... I can’t seem to turn it off."

Aguni gave a soft grunt, his hand resting on the side of the cot. He didn’t say anything at first, but you could feel him processing your words. He didn’t offer empty platitudes or try to give advice. Instead, he simply sat there, letting you speak, or not, if that was what you needed.

"Sometimes, it helps to just sit in the quiet," he finally said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "It’s hard to block it all out, but... if you can, even for a little while, it brings some peace."

You let out a long sigh and settled in a bit more comfortably, your body naturally leaning a little closer to his. Aguni was never the type to coddle or try to soothe, but his presence alone made you feel safe. It was a comfort you didn’t realize you needed until this moment.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The silence between you felt easy—almost familiar. Aguni’s presence, despite his usually tough and intimidating nature, was a calm anchor in the storm of your racing thoughts.

After a long stretch of time passed, Aguni’s hand moved, and you looked up to see him offering you a small, subtle smile. It was rare, but in moments like this, it was a sign that he was willing to show a side of himself that he usually kept hidden.

"Come here," he said quietly, his voice almost a murmur.

You glanced at him, surprised by the gentleness in his tone, but you didn’t hesitate. You shifted closer to him, and without a word, Aguni pulled you gently into his arms. His grip was firm but comforting, his body warm and solid against yours. You tucked your head into his chest, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat ground you.

"Sleep," he murmured softly, his voice as steady as ever. "I’ve got you. Don’t worry about the noise or the chaos. Just for tonight, let it go."

The steady rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his embrace, and the calming presence of his silence worked in tandem, easing the tension that had been coiled tightly in your body. Slowly, your mind began to quiet, the anxieties that had kept you awake melting away as Aguni held you close.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Aguni didn’t respond with words. Instead, his hand gently brushed through your hair in a soft, comforting gesture. His strength and presence were enough to reassure you that, for tonight, you were safe.

And, as if by magic, the moment you let yourself sink into his embrace, your racing thoughts slowed, and sleep finally claimed you. The chaos of the Beach faded into the background, and you allowed yourself to rest, trusting Aguni to keep the nightmares at bay—just for a while.

Niragi

The night was unusually quiet on the Beach, the usual chaos and tension of the day now faded into the stillness of the evening. You had tried, again and again, to fall asleep in your room, but the overwhelming sense of restlessness refused to leave you. Your mind wouldn’t slow down, and the weight of everything—of the games, the fear, the uncertainty—pressed heavily on your chest. You could almost hear your own heartbeat in the silence, louder than any thoughts in your head.

In a desperate attempt to shake off the feeling, you slipped out of your room and made your way to the poolside. The soft moonlight reflected off the still water, casting a calming glow across the area, but it didn’t help to quiet your racing thoughts. You walked slowly around the pool, unsure of what you were doing or where you were going, just hoping that the movement might give you some peace.

You didn’t know how much time passed before you heard the familiar sound of footsteps behind you. A voice broke through your thoughts—low and rough, but oddly familiar.

"Can’t sleep?" Niragi’s voice was a mixture of irritation and curiosity, but there was something about his tone that wasn’t as harsh as usual.

You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him, your gaze meeting his with a mix of exhaustion and frustration. You nodded, not really feeling up to explaining yourself. The last thing you wanted right now was a confrontation with him, but for some reason, his presence didn’t seem as threatening as it usually did.

"Yeah, guess I’m just... not tired," you muttered, your eyes avoiding his. You couldn’t explain it. It wasn’t that you were scared of him, but you certainly didn’t trust him either. Still, there was something about the way he lingered in the quiet of the night that felt oddly comforting.

He raised an eyebrow, his usual cocky smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You’re out here wandering around like a lost puppy," he said, taking a step closer. "Don’t know what to do with yourself, huh?"

You shrugged, feeling the weight of the unspoken tension between you both. "Just... trying to clear my head, I guess."

Niragi stood there for a few moments, studying you with his sharp, calculating gaze. He didn’t say anything for a while, but his presence was enough to make you feel like he was just as lost as you were, though he wouldn’t admit it.

"You know," he said after a beat, "if you’re just gonna stand around here, you may as well come with me."

You glanced at him, skeptical. His tone didn’t leave much room for argument, but you hesitated. You knew who Niragi was—his reputation preceded him. He wasn’t someone you’d ever go to for comfort, and you didn’t trust him at all. In fact, you’d bet that most people would warn you that he was the last person you should follow, especially at a time like this.

"Trust me," Niragi said, his voice softening just slightly. "I’m not gonna bite your head off. You’ve got nothing to lose."

You raised an eyebrow, eyeing him warily. "I’m sure a lot of people would warn me that you’re the last person to trust."

His expression remained unchanged, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—amusement or maybe just a hint of curiosity. "Well, maybe they’re right," he said with a smirk. "But, you’re not gonna find peace walking around like this, are you?"

You felt a strange pull to his words, something that made you want to follow through despite the warning bells going off in your head. After a moment of internal debate, you sighed and gave in. "Fine," you muttered, "I’ll go with you. But if you try anything, you’ll regret it."

Niragi chuckled darkly, and for a moment, you almost felt like he was trying to get you to lighten up, which was both strange and unexpected. He didn’t say anything else, simply turned and began walking toward his room, and you followed behind him, your heart thudding in your chest.

The halls of the Beach were quiet, almost eerily so, as you made your way to his room. You couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, unsure of what to expect. Niragi opened the door without a word and stepped inside, motioning for you to follow.

Inside, the room was dimly lit, the faint glow of a single light casting long shadows across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and the remnants of the day’s chaos, but in this space, there was an odd sense of calm. Niragi didn’t make a big deal out of it, merely pulling back the covers on his bed and sitting down. He patted the spot beside him, his usual cocky demeanor returning.

"Sit. You’re not gonna get any sleep standing around out there."

You hesitated, but after a moment, you decided it would be better to just do as he said. You sat beside him on the bed, the silence between you hanging heavy, but not uncomfortable.

Niragi didn’t say anything for a while, as if letting the quiet settle around you both. It wasn’t the kind of silence that made you anxious, though. It was peaceful in a strange way. The tension that had been coiled inside you all night slowly began to loosen.

After a few minutes, Niragi shifted, looking at you from the corner of his eye. "You’ve been on edge all night," he commented. "I get it. But you need to rest. You’re not gonna last long if you keep pushing yourself like this."

You weren’t sure how to respond, but you found yourself nodding, the exhaustion finally catching up with you. Niragi’s presence, although strange, was calming in its own way.

"I’ve never been one for a lullaby," he muttered with a half-smile. "But, I can at least get you to sleep in peace for a bit."

You didn’t ask how he planned to do that. You didn’t need to. You were too tired to question it, too drained to care. For the first time that night, you found yourself feeling more relaxed. Maybe it was the warmth of his room, or maybe it was the quiet company, but sleep finally seemed within reach.

Niragi leaned back, stretching his legs out, and after a moment, you did the same, feeling the weight of the day’s stress lift off your shoulders.

"Sleep," Niragi said quietly, his tone surprisingly soft. "I won’t let anything happen to you."

You didn’t respond, too close to sleep now, your eyes fluttering shut. His presence was enough, and for once, you didn’t feel the need to keep fighting. With a final sigh, your mind cleared, and you finally drifted off, the quiet of the room—and Niragi’s presence—offering the peace you had been searching for all night.

Last Boss

The main hall of the Beach was unusually lively, filled with scattered conversations and clinking glasses as survivors gathered for one of the Beach’s frequent parties. Music played softly in the background, and laughter echoed across the room, but you weren’t really part of it. You never really were.

You sat alone on one of the large couches, tucked into the corner of the room, watching the chaos unfold from a distance. Your gaze lingered on the flickering shadows and the flickering faces, the noise nothing more than a distant hum in your ears. No matter how much you tried, you just couldn’t bring yourself to join in.

You had been trying to get some rest, but your mind wouldn’t let you sleep. The gnawing anxiety that had been with you all day refused to fade, and as much as you tried to ignore it, you couldn’t. So, here you were—sitting in the corner of the hall, far away from the center of attention, hoping for some quiet.

The sound of footsteps approaching caught your attention, and you glanced up to find Last Boss standing at the edge of the room. His usual stoic expression was unreadable, but his sharp eyes caught yours immediately.

He didn’t speak right away, as though contemplating something, before his gaze shifted, assessing the situation around him. Then, with his usual calm and precision, he took a few steps closer.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice low, almost distant. "You don’t usually come to these things."

You gave a small, weary shrug, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve. "I couldn’t sleep," you admitted softly, not wanting to make it a bigger deal than it was. "I’ve been having trouble with it for a while now."

There was a brief pause as Last Boss looked at you, his eyes unwavering but still carrying that quiet intensity. He didn’t seem surprised, but he didn’t press you for more details either. Instead, he simply nodded in acknowledgment and stepped a little closer, looking around the room briefly before turning back to you.

"Come with me," he said, his voice as calm as ever, with no hint of emotion.

You blinked, surprised at his sudden suggestion, but the idea of leaving the noise of the hall behind seemed like a relief. You hesitated for just a moment before getting up from the couch, following him quietly.

Without saying a word, he led you through the hall and out into the corridors of the Beach, where the noise of the party faded behind you. The quiet of the hallway was a stark contrast to the chaos you had just left, and you found yourself almost immediately feeling the tension in your body start to ease.

Last Boss didn’t say anything as he walked ahead of you, his steps steady and measured, his presence commanding without being overwhelming. He wasn’t a man who filled the air with unnecessary chatter, which, oddly enough, was a comfort to you. His silence felt like a steady presence beside you.

As you walked, the tension in your chest began to dissipate, and you found yourself taking in the calm around you. Last Boss didn’t rush you, didn’t make small talk or offer empty reassurances. He just walked beside you, his quiet strength providing a grounding force.

After a while, he stopped at a small window that overlooked the dark expanse of the Beach. The moonlight bathed everything in a soft glow, making the place seem less menacing than it usually felt during the day. You glanced at him, but he didn’t look back. His eyes were focused on the view, his expression as unreadable as always.

"You don’t have to keep walking if you don’t want to," he finally said, his voice a soft rumble. "If you want, I can stay with you for a while. You don’t need to be alone."

The simplicity of his words was enough to make your heart settle a little. He wasn’t offering anything grand or dramatic, just presence. And for some reason, that was all you needed.

You nodded quietly, still feeling the pull of exhaustion, but unable to quiet the thoughts racing through your mind. Last Boss glanced at you once more before turning and leading you back toward your room, his pace steady and unwavering. There was a quiet understanding between you both—one that didn’t require words to fill the silence.

When you reached your door, Last Boss stopped and turned to face you. His expression was as calm and neutral as ever, but there was something in his gaze that made you feel safe. He didn’t offer any grand promises or make unnecessary gestures. Instead, his next words were simple, and they carried a quiet weight.

"I’ll stay," he said quietly. "I’ll watch over you while you sleep. You don’t need to worry."

You weren’t sure if it was the exhaustion, or if it was the quiet sincerity in his voice, but you found yourself nodding without protest. You had never been one to rely on others, but in this moment, with him standing there, you didn’t feel quite so alone.

He didn’t ask for any more words, simply stepping into the room and making space for you to settle into the bed. His presence didn’t fill the space with chatter or unnecessary noise; it simply settled in the corner, still and reassuring.

You slowly made your way into bed, feeling the weight of the day lift off your shoulders as you pulled the covers up. Last Boss stood near the door, his sharp eyes trained on you as if he were waiting for something.

"Sleep," he said quietly, his voice low and steady. "I’ll be here."

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, feeling the tension of the night begin to slip away as you closed your eyes. Last Boss didn’t need to do anything more. His presence alone was enough to make you feel safe, and that was enough to finally allow you to drift into a peaceful, uninterrupted sleep.

Chishiya 

The lights of the Beach had dimmed as the night settled in, and though the party was still ongoing in the main hall, you found yourself standing apart from the chaos. You hadn’t felt like joining in, and honestly, the noise and the energy only seemed to amplify the restlessness that had taken root in your chest.

It had been days since you’d slept properly, your thoughts constantly spinning, your mind too loud to let you rest. You had tried to ignore it, but sleep never came. You paced around your room for hours before you found yourself wandering aimlessly through the corridors, hoping the movement would bring some relief. But it didn’t. Your mind still raced, and sleep remained as elusive as ever.

You weren’t surprised when you ended up by the poolside, where the cool night air and the soft reflection of the water on the tiles provided some peace, though it wasn’t much. You sat down on the edge of the pool, feet dipping in the cool water, staring at your reflection as if the surface could somehow offer answers. But the stillness only left you with more questions.

A familiar voice broke through the quiet.

"You’re awake at this hour?" Chishiya’s voice was as calm and detached as ever, though there was a hint of curiosity in his tone. His presence was quiet but unmistakable, and he was standing a few feet away, arms casually crossed as he surveyed you. "Couldn’t sleep?"

You glanced up at him, and for a moment, the usual distance between you two felt even more pronounced. Chishiya wasn’t one to indulge in small talk, and you didn’t expect him to start now.

"Yeah," you admitted, rubbing your temples as if it might somehow push the nagging exhaustion away. "I’ve been having trouble falling asleep lately. My mind won’t stop."

Chishiya studied you for a moment, his gaze sharp, as if assessing your words. He was quiet, always calculating, always a few steps ahead. You weren’t sure if he truly cared or if he was just interested in seeing how far you’d go with your explanation. Either way, you didn’t feel like offering much more.

"You don’t seem like the type to just wander around at night," he said after a moment, raising an eyebrow, as if genuinely curious. "What are you hoping to find? Quiet?"

You nodded, though you didn’t have the energy to explain that you weren’t just seeking silence. It wasn’t just the chaos of the Beach that had kept you awake—it was the weight of everything. The games. The constant danger. The unknown. The fear of what was to come. But Chishiya didn’t need to know all of that.

"Something like that," you muttered, watching the ripples in the water as you swung your feet slightly. You didn’t mind the silence, but somehow with him standing there, it felt less empty than it had before.

He didn’t say anything else right away, but the quiet didn’t feel suffocating. Instead, Chishiya stood there, leaning against one of the nearby pillars, his expression as unreadable as ever. He was someone who rarely said much, and yet, somehow, his presence was a quiet comfort.

After a while, you sighed and glanced up at him, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore."

Chishiya’s eyes flicked toward you, and for a brief moment, something flashed in his gaze—a hint of understanding, perhaps, or maybe just amusement. "You’re not the only one," he said, his tone so casually detached, it almost made you wonder if he was speaking about himself too.

A part of you wanted to ask him more, to pry into the layers beneath his cool exterior, but you knew better than that. Chishiya wasn’t the type to open up, and you weren’t in the mood to try. Instead, the silence settled between you like an old, familiar companion.

After another few moments, Chishiya pushed himself off the pillar and straightened up, walking a few steps closer to you. "Come on," he said, his voice almost languid, as though he didn’t particularly care about the time or your lack of sleep. "Let’s take a walk."

You raised an eyebrow, unsure of where this was going. "A walk? At this hour?"

"Mm," he hummed, his lips curling into that familiar, half-bored smile. "Better than sitting around here, right? If you’re not gonna sleep, you may as well do something."

You hesitated for a second, but the thought of walking with him, away from the noise and the chaos, did sound appealing. Maybe it wouldn’t solve anything, but at least it would give you something else to focus on.

"Alright," you said, standing up. "I’m in."

Chishiya didn’t wait for you to catch up. He started walking, his pace unhurried, as if the night had all the time in the world. You fell in step beside him, the two of you moving through the quiet halls of the Beach. It wasn’t particularly long before you found yourself outside, the night air cool against your skin.

You didn’t talk much, not even as you walked down the dark paths that led through the Beach, the sound of your footsteps the only noise between you. It wasn’t uncomfortable—just the way things were with Chishiya. There was an unspoken understanding, a kind of peace in the silence.

After a while, you found yourself slowing down, feeling the weariness settle back into your bones. Chishiya glanced over at you, as if sensing your exhaustion.

"Want to head back?" he asked, his voice still as calm as ever, his expression unreadable.

You nodded, not trusting your voice to speak without it betraying how tired you were. You didn’t have to explain it to him; Chishiya understood without needing much.

The two of you returned to your room, and when you stepped inside, the quiet of the night was almost overwhelming after the noise of the hall. You sat on the bed, feeling the tension in your body start to release now that you were back in the safety of your own space.

Chishiya didn’t sit down. Instead, he stood by the door, his figure leaning slightly against the frame. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just watching you.

"Sleep," he finally said, his voice still as lazy as ever. "I’ll make sure nothing happens."

You looked up at him, a little surprised, but you didn’t argue. You didn’t feel the need to. You were tired, and though you weren’t sure why, Chishiya’s presence made you feel like it might be alright to finally rest.

"You don’t need to stay," you said softly, though there was no conviction in your words.

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp as ever, but he didn’t argue. "I know," he said simply. "But I’m here. Go to sleep."

And, in the strange comfort of the quiet room and his calm presence, you finally closed your eyes, letting yourself drift off to sleep—knowing that, for the first time that night, you weren’t alone.

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İ have been wondering how a love triangle where both mira and chishiya have a crush on y/n would be like. Like, y/n is kinda oblivious to it, but chishiya and mira already realised the other likes them too, but they never say it out loud otherwise they'd have to confess their feelings, so they just stay in a kind of cold war between them? Or something like this...🤔

İs okay if you don't wanna write it tho, how have you been? Hope your well. Don't forget to stay hydrataded💕

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AN: I'm doing well, thank you for asking! As I've stated in my other post, I don't know who still wants to remain in the taglist so for now, I won't put it here!

in a love triangle with mira and chishiya:

→ gn!reader

• as a game master herself, mira will design games that are easy for you to win or in an easy level game • likes to strike up a conversation with you, telling you how its nice to see you again in a heart game • as a high ranking member of the beach, she will never put you in a group with chishiya • like ever • and chishiya isn't dumb enough to not notice this • uses kuina to get you away from mira and lure you into his room • when it comes to meetings, mira always speak highly of you, saying how you outsmarted everyone in a, yep you guessed it, another heart game • everyone was confused when chishiya showed up in the meeting holding a chair and placing it beside him • he told you in front of everyone that from now on, during meetings, you will sit beside him • of course mira will oppose this, saying she doesn't like having you seated away from her • but chishiya will backfire her saying that he's a much better seat mate than her • in case anyone forgets, mira sits next to niragi • ann amuses herself when watching mira and chishiya fight over where you sit • whenever she (ann) asks you how you feel about the two, you'd just smile and say how kind of them to take care of you • and obviously ann doesn't want to taint your gullible side and ruin her fun • so she'll just watch the cold war between mira and chishiya fight over 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.

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"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.

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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:

[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 !