#Niragi X Reader

[ankababy]

A Home (part 11)

Part 1 Part 10 Part 12

Chishiya x reader x Niragi

From you breaking plates to Niragi breaking down math problems, it’s not that bad is it?

You were supposed to be in the kitchen by now, making breakfast like you always did. But instead, you stood in your bathroom, your fingers curled around the cold edge of the sink, staring at yourself in the mirror.

You didn’t recognize the person looking back at you.

Your eyes trailed over your reflection, the curve of your cheeks, the softness in places that hadn’t been there before. It wasn’t much—just a little weight, a little change—but it felt like everything. You hadn’t been eating right. Some days, you forgot to eat at all. Other days, you ate too much, and the guilt sat in your stomach like a stone.

Your hand lifted to press against your skin, fingers hesitating before pinching, testing. You knew it wasn’t healthy. You knew your body was trying to adjust, to survive. But it didn’t feel like survival. It felt like failure.

You exhaled, shutting your eyes for a moment, trying to clear your head.

You killed someone.

Your breath hitched.

You were fine with it yesterday.

You had been fine. You had gone to sleep last night with the weight of it settled in your chest, pressing down but not crushing. It was manageable. You were okay. And now? Now you weren’t. Now it was curling in the pit of your stomach, spreading through your veins like something toxic, something wrong.

What was it? What changed?

Your fingers gripped the edge of the sink harder, knuckles going white. Maybe it was always like this. Maybe this was how it worked—grief, guilt, whatever the fuck this was. Maybe it was supposed to come in waves, rolling in and out, sometimes shallow, sometimes pulling you under so fast you couldn’t breathe.

You opened your eyes again, staring at yourself, searching.

They told you it wasn’t your fault. Niragi said it so easily, so confidently, like it was fact, like it was law. Chishiya already knew you’d come crawling back to him for reassurance, for answers, for comfort in his silence. And when you did, when you curled up beside him in his room, he’d just breathe, slow and steady, and let you believe that if he wasn’t judging you, then maybe you were still worth something.

They told you that you were fine.

You sucked in a shaky breath.

You believed them.

Didn’t you?

Your reflection blurred as your vision turned watery. You shook your head, gripping the sink harder, as if that would anchor you, as if it would stop the thoughts from spiraling. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You were supposed to be okay.

You were supposed to make breakfast.

Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you forced yourself to straighten, to take another breath. You pressed your palms against your cheeks, willing yourself to feel something solid, something real.

It’s fine. You’re fine.

You forced yourself to turn away from the mirror, not letting yourself look back. You couldn’t.

Instead, you focused on what you could control—your steps, the steady rhythm of your breathing, the way your hands smoothed down the oversized sweater you’d thrown on before bed last night to cover your body up. You walked through your bedroom, fingers briefly grazing the soft fabric of the curtains as you passed, before stepping into the hallway. The apartment was silent, the kind of quiet that always felt too heavy, too unnatural. But you knew better. They were awake.

Niragi was sprawled out on the couch, one arm resting behind his head, a cigarette dangling lazily between his fingers. Asshole. His shirt was wrinkled, like he hadn’t even bothered changing from last night, and his eyes flicked toward you the second you walked in. Chishiya was seated at the counter, cup of tea in hand, his posture relaxed.

But none of that mattered. Not the weight of their eyes on you, not the cigarette smoke curling through the air, not the gnawing in your stomach that had nothing to do with hunger.

“Morning.” you chirped, stepping into the kitchen like nothing was wrong. Like you weren’t barely holding yourself together.

Niragi smirked, tilting his head as he exhaled a slow drag of smoke. “You look like shit.”

“That’s the first thing you say to me? After I slaved away making sure you two don’t starve every morning?”

He laughed, the rough, low sound of it making something in your chest loosen just a little. It was easier this way. Easier to joke, to tease, to fall into it.

Chishiya hummed from the counter, lifting his cup to his lips. “You’re up later than usual.” His voice was quiet, thoughtful, but you knew him well enough to hear what he wasn’t saying.

Are you okay?

You just smiled, stepping past him to pull ingredients from the fridge. “Guess I needed the sleep.”

That wasn’t a lie. You had needed it. Not that it had done much.

“Or maybe,” Niragi drawled, dragging the word out as he sat up, resting his forearms on his knees. “you were busy dreaming about me.” He flicked his tongue out for a second. “You don’t have to be shy about it.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you grabbed things. “In your dreams.”

“In yours, actually.”

You turned your attention back to the stove, heating the pan. “What do you guys want? The usual?”

“Obviously.” Niragi stretched, rolling his shoulders as he stood. “Not like you’d make anything else.”

You hummed, focused on cooking, pretending you didn’t feel his presence getting closer until he was leaning against the counter beside you. He was too close—he was always too close—but you didn’t move away. You never did.

“Did you have a bad dream?” he mocked.

Your hands froze for a fraction of a second before you forced yourself to keep moving, stirring the food like nothing had changed. “No.”

Niragi studied you, but before he could say anything else, Chishiya cut in. “Leave her alone.”

Niragi clicked his tongue, but you could feel the way his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before he finally stepped back. You swallowed, ignoring the way your heart felt unsteady, the way Chishiya’s gaze was still heavy on your back.

It didn’t matter.

You smiled again, bright and sweet, and turned to place their plates on the counter.

“Eat up.”

~

The shattered pieces of porcelain lay scattered across the floor, sharp edges glinting under the kitchen lights. You stared at them, unblinking, your breath uneven, hands trembling at your sides.

It was an accident.

Just a stupid accident.

You had been washing the dishes—mindlessly scrubbing, trying to focus on something, anything, other than the way your thoughts had been spiraling all day. But then, your fingers slipped. The plate had hit the counter before crashing onto the floor, breaking apart in an instant.

And for some reason, that was what did it.

Not the thoughts, not the memories, not the way your stomach twisted every time you ate, not even the fucking guilt that had been clawing at you since the moment you woke up. No. It was this. A fucking plate.

Your breath came faster, shallower, and your nails dug into your palms as anger surged through you so violently it made your muscles ache. It crawled up your throat, hot and suffocating, making it impossible to breathe. You could feel it in your chest, in your hands, in your legs—this unbearable, burning frustration that made you want to scream, to throw something, to break sixty more plates over your own head just to make it fucking stop.

You wanted to move. Wanted to run. Wanted to destroy something, anything.

But all you did was stand there, staring, shaking, trying to force yourself to calm down. But it wasn’t working. It wasn’t working. It wasn’t—

Niragi stepped into the kitchen, brows furrowed, alert. His face was cautious, not the usual asshole one. You knew why. He could tell. He could always tell when you were on the verge of snapping.

His gaze flicked from you to the shattered plate, then back again.

“You good?” His voice was even, lacking its usual mocking tone.

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

Your hands twitched at your sides, and you felt yourself unraveling, the words fumbling in your throat, breaking apart before they could even form. You weren’t just angry. You weren’t just upset. You were wrong—off-balance, unstable, unable to even fucking speak properly because the frustration had consumed you whole.

Your breath hitched, and you clenched your fists harder, shaking your head once—sharp, jerky, desperate.

That was all Niragi needed.

His expression shifted instantly. The sharpness in his eyes softened, and his posture changed—less tense, more inviting, like he was making himself safe, warm, just for you.

“Hey, hey.” he murmured, stepping closer, voice low and careful. “It’s just a plate, sweetheart. It’s not a big deal.”

But it was. It was a huge fucking deal. You didn’t know why, but it was.

You shook your head again, trying to get the words out, trying to explain, but they stuck in your throat, twisted and tangled. Your breathing was uneven, your chest felt too tight, and you were so angry that it hurt.

Niragi didn’t push. Instead, he reached out—slow—and curled his fingers around your wrist.

“You’re alright.” he said, voice smooth, easy. “Breathe, baby. Just breathe.”

His words were like a hook, dragging you back before you could fall any deeper into the rage bubbling under your skin. Your pulse was pounding, your muscles were still tight, but—fuck—you listened. You sucked in a shaky breath, and then another.

Niragi hummed, pleased. “Good girl.”

You exhaled sharply, your fingers uncurling, the tension in your shoulders loosening just slightly.

“There you go.” he murmured, stepping even closer, his body a solid presence in front of you. His grip on your wrist was firm but gentle, his thumb brushing over your skin in lazy, slow strokes. “It’s not worth it, is it? Getting this worked up over some broken plate?”

You swallowed hard, shaking your head—not in disagreement, just in… something.

Niragi tilted his head, eyes scanning your face like he was reading every little crack, every little weakness. And then, in that sickly sweet voice of his, he said, “You know I hate seeing you like this.”

That made something in your chest stutter.

You blinked up at him, lip trembling just barely, and he took that as his win. He loosened his grip on your wrist, but only so he could trail his hand up your arm, his fingers feather-light as they traced over your skin. It was gentle. He was gentle.

And because of that, you felt the anger start to drain away, slipping through your fingers like water.

“See?” he murmured, dipping his head just enough to catch your eyes again. “You’re okay.”

You let out a breath, shaky and uneven.

He was right.

Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

Niragi had always been good at this. Too good.

It was effortless for him, slipping into the exact role he needed to play, twisting his voice into something soft, his touch into something reassuring. He had spent his whole life mastering control—learning how to push, how to pull, how to break and rebuild. With you, it was no different.

At first, you had just been fun. A challenge. A pretty, fragile thing he could poke at, prod at, just to see what you’d do. And fuck, you had been so easy to figure out. Soft hearted, desperate for connection, a little too quick to forgive. The kind of girl who would rather suffer than let the people she cared about feel an ounce of pain.

It had been so easy to get inside your head.

But somewhere along the way, something changed.

He liked the way you trusted him, the way you always came back, the way you never pushed him away even when you should’ve. He liked the way your voice sounded when you worried about him, the way your hands brushed over his bruises without hesitation. He liked the way his name sounded when you said it—not a threat, not scared, but like it meant something.

And right now, looking at you, he hated the way your body was still shaking, the way your hands were trembling, the way your eyes—usually so warm, so full of life—were burning with something ugly.

He hated that you had gotten this angry without him there to stop it.

But most of all?

He hated that it wasn’t because of him.

So, he did what he always did. He fixed it.

His hand trailed up from your arms, slow and careful, until he was cupping the side of your face, his fingers barely brushing your skin. He could feel the heat beneath his palm, the tension still holding you tight, but he didn’t rush you. No, that wasn’t how this worked.

“Breathe.” he murmured again, voice so low, so gentle that it almost didn’t sound like him.

You let out another shaky exhale, your lashes fluttering as you looked up at him.

There it was. That moment of hesitation. That second where you weren’t sure if you should lean into him or pull away. And Niragi? He fucking lived for that moment.

Because you never pulled away.

Not from him.

Not even when you should.

His fingers stroked over your cheek, feather-light, his thumb brushing against your jaw. “You’re too sweet to be getting this worked up.” he murmured, tilting his head. “It doesn’t suit you, baby.”

Your breath hitched, and his smirk almost returned—but he kept it at bay, kept his expression soft, open, safe.

And when he felt your body start to relax, even just a little, he knew he had won.

“There we go.” he hummed, voice dripping with something close to satisfaction. “That’s better, isn’t it?”

You swallowed hard, eyes flicking to the broken plate on the floor before quickly darting away.

Niragi followed your gaze, letting out a small breath. “It’s just a plate.” he reminded you. “You’re not gonna cry over it, are you?”

The way you tensed made his stomach flip—like he had almost pushed too far, almost cracked that fragile, delicate thing inside you. But then you took a slow breath, shaking your head, and he knew he still had you.

“That’s my girl.”

You let out a breath, still unsteady but no longer on the verge of ripping yourself apart. Your muscles ached from how tightly you had wound yourself up, but Niragi’s touch was grounding you, pulling you back to something steadier.

You had to talk.

So you tilted your head slightly, looking at your fingers as you flexed them, and let out a soft, almost absentminded hum. “I’ve been growing my nails out.”

Niragi blinked.

You didn’t look at him, just kept turning your hand in the light, examining the way your nails had gotten longer, stronger. “I always used to keep them short, but I kinda like them this way.” you murmured. “I think I might file them into a sharper shape, though.”

There was a beat of silence, and then—

“Yeah? What, so you can scratch my back up real nice?”

You rolled your eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out of your head. “Oh my god, Niragi.”

He grinned. The real kind, not just the usual smirk—an actual grin, the type that made his eyes glint with something wicked. “What? You’re the one bringing up your nails.”

You groaned, but there was no real irritation behind it. Just… something lighter. Something closer to normal. And he could see it, could tell it was working, which only made him push further.

“Bet you’d look real nice with long nails, though.” he mused, tilting his head as if actually considering it. “You could dig ‘em into my shoulders real deep—”

You reached out and smacked his arm before he could finish, but the small, exasperated laugh that slipped out betrayed you completely. “Niragi.”

“What?” He smirked, clearly satisfied with himself. “You want me to shut up?”

“I want you to act like a decent human being for once in your life.” you shot back, but it lacked any real venom.

His smirk widened. “You know that’s not happening.”

You rolled your eyes again, shaking your head, but the tightness in your chest had lessened, the pressure behind your eyes no longer threatening to spill over. Your hands were steady now, no longer shaking.

And Niragi? He fucking knew it.

He watched you for a moment, his expression unreadable, before he let out a small breath. “You do this on purpose, huh?”

Your brows furrowed. “What?”

“This whole little distraction thing.” He gestured vaguely at your hands. “You talk about random shit when you’re trying not to lose your mind.”

Your lips parted slightly, but nothing came out.

Because—fuck. He was right.

You did.

You always did.

But before you could even think of a response, Niragi shrugged, acting like he hadn’t just read you completely. “Hey, whatever works.” he said lazily. “At least you’re not about to start breaking shit anymore.”

You scoffed, but the corner of your mouth twitched—just a little. “Does it feel that good to bring it up?”

He grinned. “Are you kidding? You were this close to going completely feral.” He held up two fingers, barely any space between them. “Would’ve been hot, though.”

“Oh my god.”

You groaned again, but it was different now—lighter, easier. You hated to admit it, but… it worked.

Niragi had worked.

When the fuck did he get so wise?

For a moment, there was only silence.

The anger had drained from your body completely now, replaced with something calmer, something warmer. You weren’t sure if it was because of Niragi’s presence or just the exhaustion that followed your outburst, but either way, you felt… better.

You sighed, shaking your head as you leaned back against the counter, your fingers brushing over the cool surface. Then, softly—almost hesitantly—you murmured, “Thanks.”

“For what?”

You glanced up at him, tilting your head slightly. “For stopping me before I lost my mind.”

He blinked. For once, he actually seemed thrown off, like the idea of you thanking him was so foreign that his brain was struggling to process it. But then, after a beat, he snorted, shaking his head. “Wow. You’re welcome or what the fuck.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no real irritation behind it. With a small huff, you pushed yourself up onto the counter, swinging your legs slightly as you settled in. Niragi watched, his eyes flicking down to your bare thighs before quickly dragging back up, and for once, he didn’t immediately say something filthy.

Instead, he leaned against the counter beside you, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re seriously thanking me?” he asked, arching a brow. “The guy who makes your life a living hell on a daily basis?”

You let out a small, breathy laugh. “Yeah, well. You’re the same guy who just talked me down from losing my shit over a broken plate, so…” You shrugged, giving him a look. “Credit where credit’s due, I guess.”

Niragi huffed, shaking his head. “Fucking weird.”

You smiled, and then—almost absentmindedly—you murmured, “When did you even get so good at this?”

That made him pause. His gaze flicked to you, something flashing through his eyes. “At what?”

“This.” you said, gesturing vaguely. “At knowing exactly what to say. At calming me down.” You gave him a curious look. “When did that happen?”

For a moment, Niragi didn’t answer. Instead, he just stared at you. His lips parted slightly, like he was going to say something, but then he stopped himself, rolling his tongue over his teeth as he looked away.

You frowned. “Niragi?”

“Dunno.” he muttered, glancing back at you. “Guess I just pay attention.”

You blinked.

That was… weirdly honest.

And coming from him? Even weirder.

Before you could even process it, though, Niragi suddenly smirked, the shift so fast that it was like a switch had flipped. “Or maybe I’m just a fucking genius. Hard to say.”

You groaned. “There it is.”

He laughed, full and unapologetic, and—fuck—you couldn’t help it. You smiled.

So, without warning, you lifted your leg and kicked him.

Niragi barely reacted. He just glanced down at your foot like it was the least concerning thing in the world before slowly dragging his gaze back up to you, unimpressed. “Really?”

You grinned. “Really.”

He snorted. “You really wanna start that?”

You just kicked him again.

This time, he let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head like you were the biggest pain in his ass. “Fucking brat.” he muttered, but he still didn’t move away.

If anything, he leaned closer, resting an elbow on the counter beside you, one hand tucked into his pocket. He was acting all nonchalant, all indifferent, but you knew better. He liked this. He liked your attention, liked that you weren’t upset anymore, liked that you were giggling instead of fighting off the weight of your own thoughts.

You grinned wider. “You deserved it.”

“For what?”

“For being you.”

Niragi scoffed, but before he could fire back, you kicked him again, and this time, it actually startled a chuckle out of him. It was quick, barely there, but you heard it. And it only made your own laughter bubble up, light and easy and genuine.

You had forgotten what that felt like.

And Niragi had given it to you.

“You two are insufferable.”

Your head snapped up just as Chishiya walked into the kitchen, his usual deadpan expression in place, looking bored as fuck.

You were still giggling.

And that? That caught Chishiya’s attention more than anything else.

His gaze flickered to you, briefly scanning your expression, the slight flush on your face from laughing, the lingering sweetness in your eyes. And then, just as quickly, he looked at Niragi.

There was no immediate shift in his expression, no clear reaction, but you had known Chishiya long enough to see the subtle tightening of his jaw, the way his eyes narrowed just the slightest bit.

Because Niragi had gotten to you first.

Niragi had pulled you back from the edge.

And Chishiya hadn’t been there to do it.

You didn’t notice the tension, too caught up in the lingering warmth in your chest, too distracted by the way Niragi was still leaning against the counter beside you like he belonged there.

Chishiya did.

And he didn’t fucking like it.

He leaned against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, his eyes flicking between you and Niragi. “You have to play today.”

Your breath caught.

For a second, everything felt like it froze. The laughter in your throat, the warmth lingering from your conversation with Niragi—it all vanished, snuffed out in an instant.

Shit.

You hadn’t forgotten about the game, exactly. But you had pushed it to the back of your mind. And now, with one simple sentence, Chishiya had ripped you out of it.

“Oh, right.” you said, keeping your tone light. “Thanks for reminding me.”

But it wasn’t real.

Chishiya saw it immediately. Your smile, your easy response—it was all a front, a desperate attempt to push away the thing clawing at the back of your mind. Because the last time you had played—

Your stomach twisted, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you waved a hand dismissively. “I’ll be fine.”

Chishiya didn’t move. He just watched you, gaze flicking over your face, your posture, the slight tension in your shoulders that you probably thought you were hiding.

And then his eyes trailed lower. It wasn’t intentional, at first. Just another quick, practiced scan, the same way he always read people, analyzing every shift, every detail. But this time, something caught his attention. The slight curve of your stomach, the softness in your arms, the way your clothes fit just a little differently.

Chishiya’s mind immediately pieced it together. You hadn’t been eating right before. He had noticed it, but he hadn’t said anything—had just kept quiet and watched as you fell deeper into whatever self-destructive spiral had taken hold of you. But now? Now you were different.

You looked… fuller.

Healthier.

And—fuck, he wasn’t about to dwell on it—but there was something undeniably attractive about it. Something real. Something that made his stomach twist, just slightly.

But beyond that, beyond anything else, it told him one thing:

You still needed time.

Your mind was not in the right place for this game. You were still hurting, still recovering, still so fucking fragile beneath all that fake lightheartedness. And even if you weren’t breaking apart right now, Chishiya knew better than anyone how fast things could unravel.

He tucked his hands into his pockets, tilting his head slightly. “Are you?”

You blinked. “Am I what?”

“Fine.”

Your stomach twisted again.

Fuck, you hated how he did that. How he could just look at you and know, how he could say one word and make your entire act feel pointless.

But you refused to let him see you crack. So you forced a smile, a little too quick, a little too bright. “Of course.”

Chishiya said nothing.

He just watched you.

You knew he didn’t believe you. Not for a fucking second.

You hated that look. Hated how easily he saw you.

“Fine, whatever.” Niragi muttered, rolling his eyes. “Go play your stupid fucking game. Maybe you’ll finally get your shit together.”

Your head snapped toward him, eyes narrowing. “Excuse me?”

He smirked, all teeth and arrogance, his tone lazy. “What? You still getting all weepy over that guy? It’s not like he was anything special.”

Something cold twisted in your chest. Because—fuck. It was so easy for him to say that, so easy for him to brush it off like it meant nothing. And maybe to him, it was nothing. Just another casualty in a world where people died every fucking day. But you had killed him. You had watched the life drain from his eyes, felt the weight of it settle into your bones, felt it fucking consume you. And now Niragi was sitting here, acting like it didn’t matter. Like it wasn’t the reason you could barely look at yourself in the mirror some days.

You clenched your jaw. And then, instead of lashing out, instead of letting it get to you, you tilted your head, voice dry and unimpressed. “I literally let you smoke inside this morning.”

Niragi blinked.

Chishiya blinked.

For a second, there was a beat of silence, like neither of them knew how to process that completely random, yet somehow perfectly timed response.

And then Niragi scowled. “The fuck does that have to do with anything?”

You shrugged, expression neutral. “I let you. Which means I could’ve told you to take your ass outside, but I didn’t.” You crossed your arms. “And this is how you repay me?”

Chishiya let out a quiet breath through his nose, looking away like he wasn’t entirely entertained.

Niragi narrowed his eyes. “What?”

“I mean,” you continued, pretending to think. “I could just stop letting you smoke in here, you know?” You sighed dramatically. “Maybe that’s what I should do. Since you clearly don’t appreciate me.”

Niragi gawked at you, like you had just personally offended him on a spiritual level.

And then—“You bitch.”

Chishiya actually laughed. It was quiet, barely there, just a small amused exhale—but it was real.

And Niragi hated it.

His scowl deepened, and he pointed an accusatory finger at you. “You loved it when I smoked inside.”

You blinked, face blank. “I hated it.”

“You didn’t.”

You tilted your head, looking unimpressed. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, really.” Niragi huffed. “You made a face, but you didn’t tell me to put it out. And you cracked the window, like you’re pretending you don’t care, but you do.”

You blinked. Then narrowed your eyes. “That’s a lot of detail for someone who claims I love it.”

Niragi opened his mouth. Closed it.

Chishiya smirked.

You crossed your arms, giving him a smug, knowing look. “You notice that much about me?”

Niragi scowled. “Shut up.”

Chishiya let out another quiet chuckle, shaking his head slightly, but he said nothing. He didn’t need to. Because you won, and you all fucking knew it.

You were so smart.

~

The waiting area was tense, filled with people you didn’t know and people you didn’t want to know. Some looked desperate, eyes darting around like they were already planning how to run, how to survive. Others were cold, detached—just waiting for the game to start, waiting to see what fresh hell they’d be thrown into.

Chishiya stood at your left, hands in his pockets, looking utterly unimpressed with the entire situation. Niragi was at your right, already talking shit before the game even started, his rifle slung lazily over his shoulder as he scanned the room.

“Fucking look at that guy.” Niragi muttered, jerking his chin toward a skinny man hunched in the corner, visibly shaking. “Dude’s already about to piss himself. Bet he doesn’t last five minutes.”

“Niragi.” you hissed, giving him a look.

“What?” He grinned, waving you off. “I’m just saying. Some of these people are practically dead already. Just speeding up the process.”

Your stomach twisted. It wasn’t like he was wrong—you had played enough games to know that hesitation got people killed—but hearing him talk about it so casually still made something deep in your chest feel sick.

Chishiya hummed beside you, barely sparing the man a glance. “He’ll probably panic early.” he murmured, tone detached. “Draw attention to himself. If it’s a team game, he’ll be the first one thrown under the bus.”

Niragi snorted. “Good. One less idiot in the way.”

You swallowed, forcing yourself to focus on something else. Anything else.

But Niragi wasn’t done. His gaze flicked to another player—a woman standing near the entrance, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She looked strong, confident, but Niragi’s lips curled into a smirk anyway.

“Think she’ll cry if I point this at her?”

Your head snapped to him just in time to see him lift his rifle, not aiming it, but still waving it in the general direction of the woman, as if it were some kind of toy.

“Niragi.” you hissed, reaching for his arm.

Chishiya didn’t even blink. “Probably.”

“Oh, come on.” You shot both of them a glare, gripping Niragi’s sleeve and yanking his arm down. “Can you not?”

Niragi chuckled, letting you pull his gun away like it was no big deal. “Relax, baby. I’m just fucking around.”

“You’re going to get us killed before the game even starts.” you muttered.

“Not us.” Chishiya corrected, still completely unbothered. “Just him.”

“Ha, ha.” Niragi rolled his eyes. “You’re both a couple of fucking buzzkills.”

You let out a sharp breath, shaking your head. “You’re an asshole.”

He grinned. “And?”

You didn’t dignify that with an answer.

Chishiya just smirked, barely tilting his head. “She has a point.” he said idly. “You don’t need to scare them before the game. You’ll have plenty of time to do that after it starts.”

Niragi snorted, clearly entertained by that idea. “Fair.”

A sudden, sharp beep cut through the room.

GAME: EQUATION ESCAPE

DIFFICULTY: SIX OF DIAMONDS

You exhaled slowly, watching as the screen shifted, revealing a set of instructions in large, bold text.

RULES:

Players must move through the Equation Maze to reach the exit.

Doors will only open if the correct answer to the equation is given

If an incorrect answer is given three times, the player will be eliminated.

The difficulty of equations will increase as the game progresses.

The game will continue until all surviving players escape or time runs out.

TIME LIMIT: 1 HOUR

A beat of silence. And then the sound of quiet, nervous shifting—people glancing at each other, trying to gauge reactions, trying to mask their own.

A math game.Not ideal, but it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. At least you wouldn’t have to play alone.

You could feel Niragi at your side, standing a little straighter now that things were getting real, his fingers drumming against his rifle like he was itching for some kind of action.

GAME START.

And then the doors slammed open.

The group surged forward, but you, Niragi, and Chishiya didn’t move right away.

You stood back, watching as the other players hesitated in front of the first set of doors, numbers flashing above them in glowing red text.

8 + 4 = ?

Someone rushed forward, pressing the number 12 on the keypad beside the door. It clicked open instantly, and the group scattered, some bolting through different pathways, others pausing to strategize.

You exhaled slowly.

Alright. Seemed easy enough.

Niragi let out a loud, obnoxious laugh, swinging his rifle over his shoulder. “Seriously? This is the big, scary fucking game?” He scoffed, stepping forward without a care in the world.

You pressed your lips together, already feeling a headache forming.

The three of you walked deeper into the maze, passing through doors as quickly as they came.

35 - 17 = ?

You pressed 18, and the door clicked open.

9 x 6 = ?

Chishiya entered 54 without hesitation, barely breaking stride.

Niragi just trailed behind, watching lazily, letting you and Chishiya do all the work while he swung his rifle around like a toy. “This is fucking boring.” he complained. “What kind of dumbass thought this was a good game?”

You ignored him, already focused on the next equation.

(12 ÷ 3) + 8 = ?

You quickly punched in 12, and the door slid open.

Niragi snorted. “Oh, yeah. Real riveting.” He turned to Chishiya, grinning. “What, you got some kindergarteners back at your little hospital? They’d love this shit.”

Chishiya didn’t even dignify him with a response, just kept moving, eyes sharp as he scanned the pathways ahead.

You sighed. “You could at least pretend to help.”

“Why?” Niragi smirked. “You two are doing great without me.”

You rolled your eyes, but before you could snap back, the next door came into view.

((45 x 2) ÷ 3) + (16 x 5) = ?

You stared at the glowing numbers, your brain grinding to a halt.

Even Chishiya frowned slightly, tilting his head as he analyzed the problem. It was doable, sure, but the jump in difficulty was insane.

Niragi stepped forward, tilting his head as he studied the equation. “Oh, finally.” he muttered, rolling his shoulders.

You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “You understand this?”

He shot you an unimpressed look. “What, you think I’m fucking stupid?”

You hesitated.

Because, well.

He hadn’t exactly given you any reason to think otherwise.

But instead of snapping at you, Niragi just huffed, stepping closer to the keypad. “Listen up, fucker.” he said, but his tone wasn’t mocking—it was almost teasing.

You blinked.

“First, you gotta do the shit in parentheses.” he said, pointing at the screen. “So, 45 times 2 is 90. Then divide that by 3—that’s 30.” He tapped the other part of the equation. “Then you got 16 times 5—that’s 80. So now, all you gotta do is add the two together.”

You stared at him.

He stared back.

“…Which is 110.” he added, like it was obvious.

You blinked again.

Chishiya hummed, gaze flicking to Niragi. “Not bad.”

Niragi smirked. “Suck my dick.”

You ignored their usual bickering, still looking at Niragi like he had just grown a second head. “…You actually explained that really well.”

He snorted. “Yeah, no shit.”

“No, I mean, you—” You frowned, searching for the right words. “You were patient.”

That wiped the smirk off his face for half a second. But then he scoffed, waving you off. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it.” He said, then clicked 110 into the keypad.

The door opened.

You let out a small, breathy laugh, shaking your head.

He was an asshole.

But fuck.

He was a smart asshole.

You didn’t know what shocked you more—the fact that Niragi was actually solving these equations like it was nothing, or the fact that he was taking the time to explain them to you.

Like, properly.

Without mocking you.

Without laughing in your face.

And the deeper you went into the maze, the harder the equations got.

((72 ÷ 9) x (14 + 3)) - (50 ÷ 5) = ?

You blinked at the numbers, already feeling a headache creeping in. But Niragi just sighed like this was all so beneath him, rolling his shoulders before pointing at the equation.

“Alright, first off, you divide that 72 by 9. That gives you 8.” he started, his voice slow. “Then you gotta do the parentheses—14 plus 3 is 17. So now you got 8 times 17, which gives you… 136.”

You stared at the numbers, trying to catch up.

“Then, 50 divided by 5 is 10.” he continued, nodding at the last part of the equation. “So now you just take 136 and subtract 10.” He glanced at you. “And that gives you…?”

You blinked, still stuck on the first half of the problem. “…Uh.”

He arched a brow, waiting.

You swallowed. “One… twenty-six?”

His smirk returned. “See? Not so fucking hard, huh?”

You exhaled, more out of disbelief than anything. “Niragi, what the fuck?”

“What?”

“You’re—” You gestured vaguely at the equation. “Good at this.”

Niragi snorted, entering 126 into the keypad. The door clicked open immediately. “Yeah? No shit.”

“No, I mean—what?” You shook your head, still processing. “How do you know all this?”

He gave you a dry look. “I went to school, dumbass.”

You shot Chishiya a look, half expecting him to throw in something, but he just watched. Like he wasn’t surprised by this at all.

You turned back to Niragi. “So, what, you’ve just been keeping this math genius act a secret this whole time?”

He smirked, stepping ahead of you. “Never had a reason to flex before.”

You followed after him, still trying to process the fact that out of everyone—Niragi was the one who had this shit handled.

And, okay, maybe that was a little attractive.

Okay, a lot attractive.

Because he was solving these equations without even thinking, explaining them to you without a hint of frustration, his voice steady, confident, self-assured.

You never thought you’d see the day Niragi looked sexy solving math problems.

And yet, here you were.

You swallowed, pushing the thought away.

(102 - (84 ÷ 4)) + ((19 x 5) ÷ 2) = ?

Before you even had time to freak out, Niragi was already cracking his neck.“Alright, listen up.”

And just like that, he dove in again—effortless, fluid, guiding you through the numbers.

Like he had been made for this shit.

Like it was just second nature.

And you?

You just watched him.

Completely and utterly floored.

The second a new problem flashed onto the screen, Niragi was already breaking it down, solving it with the kind of confidence that made it seem easy.

(((256 ÷ 8) + (15 x 4)) ÷ 2) + 37 = ?

You barely had time to take in the numbers before Niragi scoffed. “Okay, this one’s just trying too hard.” he muttered, cracking his knuckles. “First, you divide 256 by 8. That gives you 32.”

You blinked.

How?

“Then 15 times 4—that’s 60.” he continued, barely slowing down. “Now you got 32 plus 60, which gives you 92. Divide that by 2, and you get 46.” He tilted his head toward the last part of the problem. “Add 37, and that’s…?”

You scrambled to add the numbers in your head. “Uh—eighty… three?”

Niragi grinned. “Ding ding ding.”

He punched in 83.

The door unlocked with a soft click, and he shot you a look, all smug satisfaction. “See?”

You let out a breathy laugh, still dazed. “Holy shit, Niragi.”

He arched a brow. “What?”

You shook your head, staring at him like you were seeing him for the first time. “You’re amazing at this.”

It was supposed to be a simple compliment. A casual, honest observation. But Niragi’s smirk faltered for just a second.

You didn’t even notice at first—you were too caught up in your own thoughts, too busy watching the way he owned these equations like they were nothing.

But Niragi? He felt it.

Because nobody had ever said that to him before.

Not once.

And suddenly, he wasn’t in this fucking maze anymore.

He was back in school, back in that stuffy classroom with too-bright lights and the sounds of laughter that wasn’t friendly—wasn’t nice.

Because he had always been smart.

And for some reason, they hated that.

They didn’t just make fun of him.

They destroyed him for it.

Mocked him. Tormented him. Made sure that every single fucking day was a reminder that no matter how fast he solved a problem, no matter how much better he was—

He would never matter.

And here you were.

Telling him he was amazing.

You—who had no reason to bullshit him, no reason to lie, no reason to say something just to be nice.

You meant it.

And that—

That did something to him.

He didn’t know what, but it fucking did.

“…Yeah.” he muttered, clearing his throat, forcing his usual smirk back onto his face. “I know.”

But when he turned back to the screen, his grip on his rifle was just a little too tight.

~

The apartment door swung open, and you stepped inside first, practically glowing.

Your laughter rang through the space, still buzzing from the high of the game. You were smiling—really smiling—as you shrugged off your jacket, launching straight into conversation.

“That was actually so fun.” you said, turning to face the boys as they stepped in behind you. “I mean, okay, maybe not fun fun, but still—holy shit, Niragi, you were insane.” You grinned, your energy infectious. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone do math that fast in my life.”

Niragi just scoffed, tossing his rifle onto the couch like it was nothing. “Yeah, well. I’m gifted.”

You laughed again, shaking your head. “No, seriously—I’m so impressed.”

He paused at that. Not long—just for a split second—but Chishiya caught it.

And he understood it, too.

Because he knew what that meant to Niragi.

Even if Niragi himself didn’t want to admit it.

Chishiya shut the door behind him, his eyes never leaving you.

Because you were fucking glowing.

You were talking a mile a minute, hands moving as you replayed the events of the game, that genuine, sweet excitement pouring out of you without restraint.

And both of them just… watched.

Chishiya kept his usual expression, slipping his hands into his hoodie pocket as he leaned against the wall. But inside? Inside, something in him twisted.

Because it should’ve been him.

It should’ve been his moment to show off, to impress you, to have you looking at him like that.

Not Niragi.

But, of course, Niragi was eating it up.

Acting all nonchalant, all smug, like it was nothing—but Chishiya saw the way his grip twitched, the way his shoulders relaxed just a little, the way he let you ramble, let you praise him without cutting you off.

And, fuck.

Chishiya was irritated.

But—he didn’t actually mind this version of you. The excitement, the laughter, the lightness of it all. Because when was the last time you looked this… happy?

They didn’t know what it was—what the feeling was, that unfamiliar warmth creeping in, that quiet, uncomfortable awareness.

But they liked it.

They liked watching you smile, liked hearing you talk, liked the way your presence filled the room.

And maybe that was the problem.

Because neither of them had ever felt that before.

Not really.

Because how could someone love if they had never been loved?

That was the difference between you and them.

You had grown up surrounded by love.

You were love itself.

And they had never experienced it.

Not until you.

Because you loved them.

And they didn’t know what to do with that.

Didn’t know how to accept it, how to reciprocate it, how to be whatever it was you deserved.

You kept talking. Rambling, smiling, glowing.

And they just stood there. Watching.

Because how the fuck were they supposed to keep up with you?

How were they supposed to understand you, when you were everything they weren’t?

You were warm, open, real. You felt things too deeply, cared too much, loved too easily.

And they—they were just two broken, fucked-up, selfish bastards who had never deserved someone like you.

Niragi slumped onto the couch, spreading his legs, but his gaze never left you. He wasn’t even listening to your words anymore—he was just watching your mouth move, the way your lips curled when you were excited, the way your eyes sparkled when you got lost in a thought.

And he hated that.

Hated that you could be so fucking happy over something so stupid.

Hated that it made you even prettier.

Hated that he fucking liked it.

Because when was the last time he’d ever looked at anything—anyone—and felt something other than the usual burning pit of rage in his gut?

He didn’t know how to deal with this shit.

Didn’t know how to deal with you.

Didn’t know how to deal with the way your voice made his chest feel tight, or the way his hands twitched whenever you got close, or the way it pissed him off when anyone else even looked at you.

Niragi had always been possessive, always been greedy, always taken what he wanted.

But this?

This was fucking different.

And he hated it.

Chishiya, meanwhile, leaned against the wall, arms crossed, unreadable as always. But inside, his mind was racing.

Because he had been studying you since the second you walked through that door, picking apart every movement, every shift in tone, every flicker of emotion behind your eyes.

Because that’s what he did. He dissected people. Figured out what made them tick. What made them weak.

And yet every time he thought he had you figured out, you did something that threw him off completely.

Because you weren’t supposed to be like this.

Not after everything.

Not after what they had done to you.

He and Niragi had broken you down, twisted your perception, rewired your thoughts. They had been relentless, selfish, cruel—and yet here you were. Smiling, talking, moving through the room like the darkness hadn’t fucking consumed you.

Like you weren’t drowning in everything they had turned you into.

That unsettled him.

Because it made him wonder.

Had they really changed you?

Or were you changing them?

He hated the idea.

Because if that were true, if you were changing them, then that meant you had power over them.

And no one had power over Chishiya.

Not even you.

Especially not you.

Because love wasn’t something he knew.

He had never needed it. Never cared for it. Never wanted it.

And yet, he couldn’t look away from you.

And Niragi? Niragi was already gone.

Neither of them knew how to love.

But if they did—

It would have been you.

❤︎︎ @lizntstoptalking @cherryheairt @fiction-fantasy-folks @monkey4lifer @psychicyouthfox @so-dramatic1 @mypsychoticlove @unhinged-sorcerer @rattymess @mocchii-writes @adanfore @scarlet703 @fluentgoddess @maxinehufflepuffprincess @onyxmango @bluerthanvelvet444 @risingofjupiter @enhasrii

[life-is-more-than-just-a-game]

♠️ AiB males in Mingle-Game with you ♠️

A/N: I thought about this kind of headcanons while I was trying to fall asleep. 😬

The game is part of the second season from Squid Game, so if you haven't seen it yet but want to watch it- This writing may contain slight spoilers! 😶‍🌫️

Characters: Aguni, Arisu, Chishiya, Karube, Niragi

POV: gn!neutral

Warnings: Squid Game related; may contain Spoilers for season 2!

A g u n i

That man really hates playing games with you together. He isn't showing, but he is afraid of losing you in one of those games especially when it comes to the thought of losing you 'cause he is not able to protect you ...

He has the will of a leader and he may be pretty strong, physically and psychologically, but not knowing which game you'll join together almost kills him ever and ever again.

That's why Aguni always tries his best to convince you to play different games but this time he lost the discussion.

Thanks god it's not heart game the two of you joined, but clubs.

Bro, that man breathes a sigh of relief, you wouldn't believe it.

No chances he will leave your side, he stands by you and follows you everywhere you go, no matter what.

And he is watching you the. whole. damn. time.

Standing on the circling plate, he will touch you with his elbow when you start moving your body because of the playing song.

"Don't forget, it's all or nothing. Stay focused and stop dancing, you need to concentrate."

... He is finding it pretty cute actually but who is he to confess?

Ah, the plate stops moving and the song stops playing. A voice tells the number of people each group needs before running in one of the rooms you need to hide to win this game.

Good for you, nearly everybody knows Aguni.

And nearly everybody is fine with whoever wants to build a group with them, I mean everyone is just trying to survive ...

"A group of 3 people?" "Can't be this hard to find one more- no time to lose!"

Be prepared, he will carry you over his shoulder without hesitation ... He just grabs you and flicks you over ...

"Wow, alright, calm down Aguni, I have legs myself, you know?!" "Daily dose of training."

A r i s u

Same as Aguni, Arisu wouldn't step away from your side, leaving you alone in the crowd of people you may or may not know by even their names.

He's a cutie pie. While standing on the moving plate, he would stand by you as near as possible, just to make sure he isn't losing you.

Plus he wants to make sure you know he will always be there for you and no matter what happens, he isn't going anywhere without you.

He lost the most meaningful people in his life already. It broke him. Losing you- it's hard to say if he would make it another time.

Still, different from Aguni , he wouldn't mind moving with you to the song a little.

Actually it would be pretty fun to him, dancing to the rhythm with you.

For a second he would forget why you guys are even here ...

Lord have mercy, he loves you for that.

If he is able to, he would even sing along, sadly korean doesn't belong to his strength ...

Freestyle!

"Love, did you even know what the children are singing about?" "Actually no, but this song is both a curse and a blessing."

People will look at you as if you are a couple that is losing their minds- how can you have fun with the knowing this could be your last minute on earth?

Seriously, how?

"Oh, the song ends ..." "And we aren't moving anymore ..." "2!", the unknown voice tells the players.

Arisu grabs your wrist, not thinking about it twice, and drags you behind him, towards the door closest to you.

"Oi, don't be so rough on me!" "Sorry, gamer reflexes!"

C h i s h i y a

The strategist of this game.

Nobody would find a sample in this game as fast as he does.

Play with him the first and second round, and he will be able to guess the number of group members for every following turn.

"They will do everything to kill as many people as possible." "You don't say." "It's important to know. Based on that, the numbers are chosen." "Are you really trying to find a ... system behind this game?" "I'm not trying, I already found it. Just stand near me and everything will be okay."

Remembering the last games you played with him, you know he is right.

At first it was hard for you to trust him. He was always a mysterious person to you- calm, smart, ambitious. That makes him ... kind of a dangerous person.

But since you started "dating" him, it gets easier for you letting him take control in games you play both together.

"Promise you bring us out here alive ...?" "Not a big fan of promises, but this ... this is easy to handle."

He takes your hand you held out to him when you asked him that question. But not just to give you his word- he interlaces his fingers with yours instead, pulling you a little closer to him and making sure you stand by him.

Your face gets red like a tomato ...

"You know, you make the games a little more important to me, Y/N." "Huh? What do you mean?" "Your life matters more to me than my own life- so I'm willing to protect you. Even though it's just with my high level of intelligence." "... Well, who are you and what have you done to Chishiya?", you laugh while he is just giggling a little.

K a r u b e

Fun is important to him, he doesn't want to think about dying the whole time.

So he doesn't want YOU to think of dying the whole time, too.

I guess Karube could be the one dancing with like crazy to the song. Not just moving his body back and forth.

More like Thanos and Nam-gyu did in the series ... I was laughing so hard when I saw them dancing on the plate. 😭

Back to topic; he just wants you to feel comfortable and, above all, safe around him.

He loves having you close to him. As long as you are with him, he is sure that he can do anything.

He is also willing to achieve everything he has set himself as a goal.

Accordingly, if he has made it his goal to leave the game with you ...

... then he WILL leave this game WITH you!

Means, without ifs and buts, he stays with you. From start to finish.

We know how impulsive Karube can be.

Anyone who stands in the way of him and his plans will never be happy again.

For example, the player who tried to push in front of him when you two were running in a room together.

Then he is simply grabbing the clothes and pulls the foreign person out of the room again- with force and full physical strength.

If the stranger is lucky, he gets away with a broken nose.

If not, he will die- Karube has no mercy for people blocking his way.

"Well, you know, it's not necessary always punching people in the face when they are just panicking and fighting for their lives, Babe ..." "I know, but I was panicking, too. And I want to live. And I want you to live, too, y/n. I want a future with you, not with a-" “Unknown human being!", you say, stopping him from uttering an insult. "You are too good for this world, love."

N i r a g i

Bro's kinda rough to everyone, not just you. We all know what a beast he can be, so when it comes to finding group members, he will use every method that comes to his mind to make people join both of you.

Niragi isn't good with words. He would provoke the other players or manipulate them making sure you and himself can leave this game alive.

Yeah ... he has a soft spot for you.

Can you imagine him having a heart!? 😭

Anyways, his life isn't as important as yours, for him at least.

That's doesn't mean he wants to die in here!

You are just his priority, so when the voice is telling a number and other players don't want him to join their group, he would do ANYTHING that you are able to join a group.

Yep, he would grab people by their collar.

And he would punch and kick them if necessary.

... His firearm could also be used.

"Listen here, you litte fuck. You will make sure that you team up with her and you will make sure that you end up properly in one of these ugly rooms, that she gets out of here alive. Otherwise-" Niragi points his gun at the unknown player, ignoring your "No, stop! Put that down, are you crazy?!"

Damn, he would kill everyone in here to make sure you will survive, it's insane ...

Funny to say, his method is working very well ...

[j-jinxee]

𐙚 :: Thinking about Niragi again,,

!! NSFW below the cut !!

₊˚♱ Thinking about the way he'd fuck my face till my throats so bruised I can barely talk. The way he'd pull my hair while shoving my head down until my nose met his pelvis. The way he'd stop just for a second before shooting his seed down my throat, moaning as I swallow every last drop of the hot white fluid.

₊˚♱ Thinking about how he'd swear he just wants to 'help you' in the shower, but it quickly turns into being pinned against the wall as he nails you from behind. Hot steam surrounding you as his fingers find your clit, rubbing the little bud soooo fucking smoothly, contrasting the hard, rough sensations caused by his cock.

₊˚♱ Thinking about how he'd have a thousand different ways to punish you. Ranging from overstimulating you till you cry — to not allowing you to touch him. Some nights, you'd see the sun come up before he was done with you. Other nights, he'd make you get yourself off while he watches, then laugh when you weren't able to. 'Awh baby really needs me? Can't get off without my cock anymore huh? Well, too fucking bad'

₊˚♱ The way he'd give you your own hand gun to protect yourself, even though there's no chance of anyone ever fucking with you. Everyone knows who you're with, as if they'd try anything, but he insists you need it.

₊˚♱ The way he'd come to you after shooting someone. Angry reasoning turns into him crying in your arms from his ptsd, expressing how people just make him so angry until he snaps, even if he doesn't mean to. He doesn't want to face the consequences of things he can't control, so he cries with you, the only person who doesn't make him feel less than.

₊˚♱ Thinking about how unintentionally possessive he gets after those moments. How after you comfort him, he will not let you go. To him its just any other night, but you've picked up on his habits over time. His heart is scared to lose you, so after being vulnerable he'll hold you all night. Not wanting to let you go in fear you'll leave.

₊˚♱ Thinking about how soft he could be with you :( yes he is a sadistic maniac who could kill you at any moment, but he doesn't, and he never would. You're his only place he can be vulnerable, he'd never let anyone else see that.

─────

Dk how I switched from hella sexual to lowk sad but I jus have so many thoughts abt this man so makes sense 🤧🤧 ALSO the way I wrote the first one in first person but then the rest in second lmfao ignore it. Anyways this was like an organised jjinx thoughts ig? Not rlly headcanons but ykyk, hope u like xx

[luvlyfandoms]

As we're doing aib hcs

How about Niragi, Chishiya, Banda and Arisu being jealous ? 👀

Niragi

• he knows that no one compares to him

• he knows that no one can fuck you like he can

• he’ll grab you by the arm and take you to his room and pin you to the bed by your throat

• he whispers in your ear and flicks his tongue ring on your neck

• pushes your knees to your chest as he thrusts into you, fully exposing yourself to him

• will probably hold a gun to your head

• “aww, you poor little thing. scared?”

• “you know you love this shit, dirty whore. take me”

Chishiya

• always calm, cool, and collected

• but when he gets jealous, you’ll know

• he’ll pin you to the wall and bury his fingers inside of you while he keeps eye contact

• “you like getting on my nerves, don’t you?”

• pushes you to the ground and makes you look up at him while you take his cock in your mouth

• tosses his head back and sighs with his signature smirk on his face

Banda

• fucking scary when he’s mad/jealous

• he usually stays pretty quiet, which is why he’s so scary

• ties your hands behind your back and pushes your face into the ground without saying a word

• meanwhile you’re begging for mercy

• holds a knife to your throat and makes you beg for your life

• fucks you from behind with painfully slow thrusts while keeping his eyes on you and slowly dragging the flat side of the knife down your back

Arisu

• usually keeps his emotions bottled up so when he gets jealous, he doesn’t know what to do with himself

• might accidentally go too hard

• makes you ride him while he thrusts up into you, making you cry out as he hits your cervix

• reaches up and grabs your chin to make you look at him, the other hand going to squeeze your boob harshly

• “keep your eyes on me, got it?”

[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! 🤍

[yazzwrites6962]

Please more niragi

Warmth ♡ Suguru Niragi

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Suguru Niragi x Fem!Reader ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Author's Note: UNEDITED! I don't own any characters or images!

Genre: Smut

Summary: After surviving a brutal game, you and Niragi take shelter in an abandoned building on a cold night. Light banter and teasing leads to more intimate moments between you two.

Word Count: 2170

Warnings: OOC Niragi, language, mentions of death, sexual content, penetration, biting, name calling, masochism, degradation, fingering, praise, begging, and some hair pulling.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

It wasn't meant to turn out this way. You and Niragi had barely made it out of the game alive. Now, instead of driving back to the Beach in victory, you were journeying through the empty city on foot because, of course the keys had been left on a dead player and were too risky to retrieve.

"Remind me again, why I let you talk me into switching to your group?" You grumbled, glancing at Niragi as you trekked through the dimly lit streets.

"Because you're hopeless without me." He shot back, smirking despite the exhaustion in his steps. You rolled your eyes, adjusting your grip on the backpack slung over your shoulder.

"Right, because you're the poster child for good decisions." You two had been walking for what felt like hours. The cold night air danced against your skin and your muscled ached from the demanding game earlier.

You weren't sure how much longer you could keep going. Niragi didn't seem too thrilled at the thought of continuing all the way back to the Beach either, although he would never admit it outright.

Eventually, you spotted an old, abandoned building up ahead. Unlike many other buildings, it seemed mostly intact. It looked like it must've been a shop or cafe, but now it was just another hollow shell in the Borderlands.

"Hey, that looks good enough." You say, motioning towards the building. "We can stop and rest there for tonight." You began making your way to your safe haven of the night without waiting for a response.

"Fine." Niragi sighed, catching up to you. For once, he didn't argue. He was definitely tired too. "Don't go falling asleep. There's not a chance I'm taking first watch."

Inside the building wasn't much different from the outside. It was dusty, cold, and lit only by the moonlight filtering through broken windows. Still, it was better than wandering aimlessly through the city at night. You found a pile of old blankets folded neatly on the counter. They were probably left by someone who had been camping there before.

"Toss me one." Niragi hollered to you, sitting against the wall with a grunt. Instead of gently handing it over, like a normal person, you balled up a blanket and threw it at his head.

"What the hell?!" He let out a muffled yell as the blanket hit him square in the face. He yanked it off, glaring at you with an irritated expression.

"Oops." You said, innocently, trying to hide the grin playing at your lips. "Sorry. My aim is shit when I'm feeling so tired." You picked up a blanket for yourself, wrapping it around your shoulders as you approached him.

"Your ass is lucky I'm too tired to get up and strangle you right now." He muttered, with no real threat in his voice. You sat down against the wall beside him. The air was freezing, and even with the added layer, you could feel the chill seeping in.

Glancing at Niragi, you notice him shivering slightly, despite his attempts to look unbothered. Without a word, you shuffled closer, throwing half your blanket over him.

"What are you doing?" He stiffened immediately, giving you a suspicious look.

"Relax. I'm not gonna bite. Not unless you want me to." You teased. "You just look like you're about to turn into an icicle or something." He stared at you incredulously.

"You... You're annoying. You know that?" He said, ultimately deciding not to push you away. His body relaxed as he shifted slightly closer to you. You raise an eyebrow, grinning at him. "Relax. I just don't feel like freezing tonight, okay?"

You hum in acknowledgement before a comfortable silence fills the air between you. The shared warmth made the cold of the night slightly more bearable. Every so often, you would catch Niragi glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

"Why aren't you scared of me?" He asked suddenly, his voice quieter than usual. You turned your head to look at him, slightly surprised by the question.

"I dunno." You answer honestly. It's true, you aren't scared of him, despite everything. "I mean, I know you're just as bad as everyone says, but not to me. Do I personally got a reason to be afraid of you? Should I sleep with an eye open tonight?"

He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it with a thoughtful expression. You wonder what he was going to say before he stopped himself.

"You're really annoying." He muttered after a moment. You chuckle, leaning your head against the wall. If you didn't know any better, you could've sworn you saw a soft smile on his lips.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say." You scoff. "We both know you'd be painfully bored without me." You scoot closer to him, your body searching for warmth.

"You keep acting like you know me so well." He murmured. "You're not scared of what I could do?" There's practically no space between you, and it's almost like he's whispering in your ear.

"I just don't think you'd do anything to hurt me." You reply, your eyes meeting his.

"So, you've either got crazy guts, or you're just unbelievably stupid." You could feel his warm breath hitting your face, and you couldn't help but crave more of his heat.

"Maybe both." You leaned closer, your heart racing as you felt the tip of his nose brush against yours. "I guess that makes us a pretty good match, huh?"

Wordlessly, his hand reached up, brushing against your cheek in a way that was surprisingly gentle for someone like him. You shivered at his touch.

You weren't quite sure who moved first, but before you could overthink it, you found yourselves closing the distance. Your lips met in a rough, but strangely tender kiss.

His hand shift to your scalp, pulling you deeper into the kiss as his tongue slips into your mouth. You can feel the warmth building in your chest as his other hands reaches for the hem of your shirt.

He bites down lightly on your lower lip, earning a yelp to escape from your throat. He chuckled, pulling back for a moment to look at your face. There is a flash of possessiveness in his eyes as he crawls on top of you, carefully laying you beneath him.

Fortunately, the blankets are large enough to still cover both of your bodies. Yet, it somehow didn't matter. You already felt warm enough with his right hand acting as a cushion between your head and the ground, and his left hand snaking up your shirt.

"Cozy?" He asked with a grin. You'd heard the rumors of how rough Niragi could be. However, it felt as though you were seeing a slightly different side of him. Beneath it all, he cared about you. He cared about your comfort and your warmth.

You nod, a similar smile on your face. Niragi lowered his face to yours, peppering kisses along your jawline before reaching your neck. He wanted to mark you. He wanted everyone on the Beach to see you covered in hickies and bruises belonging to him. So, he did exactly that.

He kissed and licked at your neck and collarbone. Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging it slightly as if begging to feel more of his body.

"Are you really so cold, princess?" He teased as he pinched at one of your nipples. You let out a gasp, and he began to pull your shirt higher and higher until your chest was exposed to him.

In his left hand, ne began kneading at your breast while his mouth worked on the other. You felt your arousal growing, and you wrapped your legs around his hips. He growled, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

"Fuck..." He whispered, pulling his mouth off you. You shivered; your cold wet skin exposed to the chilly air. "You're intoxicating." He grumbled, reaching for the hem of your pants. You quickly assisted him in removing your clothes, your heart racing with anticipation.

Niragi shifted his weight to one side, lifting two fingers to your lips expectantly. You opened your mouth, allowing him to push his fingers against your tongue.

"Suck, like a good girl." He commanded; his voice low with desire. You did exactly as you were told, sucking and likcing his fingers until they were properly lubricated. He pulled his fingers from your mouth, lowering them to the wet warmth between your legs.

"Please..." You whimpered, the word slipping from your lips. He paused, shutting his eyes and biting his lip as if trying to control himself.

"Fuck. Do you even know how hard you've made me?" He groans, shoving his fingers inside you. You yelp as they immediately curl against your sweet spot. "All the fucking time, with all your teasing. Fuck. You make me want you so bad."

His fingers pump in and out of you, stretching you out as his lips reattach to yours. Your whimpers and moans are silenced in his mouth. You grow lightheaded, and you can tell Niragi's composure is slowly eroding away.

Your hands reach down to his belt and you unbuckle it, pulling it from his pants. His breath hitches and he pulls away from your passionate kiss. A string of saliva still connects the two of you.

"Don't start something you can't finish." He growls, his fingers still curling inside you. You bite your lip, suppressing your sounds of pleasure for a moment.

"Oh, I'll m-make sure you finish." You tease, stuttering your way through your words. He huffs, pulling his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty.

He works his way through his own clothing as you strip your remaining garments and toss them aside. In a matter of seconds, you are both completely bare and vulnerable in front of each other.

He grips at your thigh, leaving nail marks in it as he hoists your leg over his shoulder. He positions himself at your entrance, his cock already leaking precum.

With the quick motion of his hips, he begins pushing into you, making you feel fuller than ever before. He bottoms out, suppressing a moan behind his thinly shut lips.

"Please, Niragi." You whine, rolling your hips. He inhales sharply, squeezing his nails so roughly against your skin that you believe it may bleed. "...Move."

"Yeah?" He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours as he pulls back, then thrusts forward. You squeak with pleasure as he repeats the action. "You want me to move? Alright, slut. I'll give you exactly what you're asking for."

The way he pounds into you is animalistic. Possessive. It's impossible to contain the moans flowing from your lips as you take him. Your nails dig into his back, leaving scratch marks which will remain in his skin for several days.

"You squeeze around m-me so good. F-Fuck." His voice quakes in your ear. "Like y-you're sucking me in. Such a fucking whore. So desperate f-for my cock."

His sweat drips onto you, but you couldn't care less. Your mind is swirling from the pleasure, and you're locked in on the sounds of your wet skin slapping against his. The warmth and passion are overwhelming.

"Niragi!" You whimper, breathlessly. "P-Please- I'm so close!" You beg as he drops your leg off his shoulder, allowing him to press his chest against yours. You lock your legs around his hips, as if pleading for him to keep going.

"Shit." He gasps, wrapping his arms around you. "Me too, princess." His thrusts grow sloppy and his breaths shorter. "Beg for it, my good girl."

"P-Please!" You can feel the pressure building as you beg for your release. "Fuck- Please Niragi! Please let me cum- Please! I n-need to c-cum, please!"

"A-Ah-" His thrusts stutter as he twitches inside you. "Fuck- Cum for me, baby." He huffs before pressing his lips against yours.

He continues messily thrusting into you as you both ride out your highs, his seed spilling inside you. He moans in your mouth, pulling away from the kiss as he pulls out of you, combined liquids spilling out of your body.

His trembling body slumped beside you. Never before had you seen Niragi so drained of energy. Slowly, your heart calmed, and your breathing slowed back to normal.

You rested against his side, enveloped up in the warmth of shared blankets and lingering closeness. Niragi didn't have much to say, but he wrapped his arm firmly around you, holding you in an oddly comforting way.

"You're still annoying." He exhaled, but there was no malice in his tone. Only exhaustion and playful teasing. You chuckle, nestling closer to him.

"You're still pretending like you don't like me." You shoot back, but the comment falls on deaf ears. Niragi has already drifted into a rare, but peaceful sleep.

Maybe the Borderlands was cold and cruel, but at least you had found some warmth in each other.

[realisticjupiter]

HEYHIHIHEYHELLLO <33333

Ahem-well. How would Chishiya and Niragi (optional) react to a reader who's really quiet in bed? Like no moans, very shy and doesn't want him to hear them. Thinking that they're embarrassing.

Feel free to reject if it's too much

-𓆉anon77

HEADCANONS: CHISHIYA & NIRAGI

summary: chishiya & niragi's reaction to quiet in bed fem!reader.

a/n: people hating dori for playing niragi just means he's a great actor. thank you for requesting again<3

CHISHIYA he wouldn't really mind you being quiet. In fact he most prefers it. As long as you show your enjoyment in other ways; like your body language and facial expressions he wouldn't even think twice.

He'd definitely overhear others on the beach about the subject. Maybe a guy bragging about how loud his girl is in bed.

At first he thought it was different for everyone, but he quickly put the two and two together when he could recall the moments you'd stop yourself from even making the slightest noise.

And when he asks you about it, as nonchalant as he is, he still assures you that it shouldn't be embarrassing.

Then he'd start listing off the female anatomy, and the psychological reasonings behind every noise.

NIRAGI was confused at first. You not making much noise definitely bruised his ego, making him think he wasn't good enough for you.

Every time you'd try again you'd notice how he'd try different things. Going faster, harder, and switching between different methods of dirty talk just to get a noise out of you.

He'd definitely urge you to make noise, to tell him just how much you like it. You'd definitely try, but you wouldn't help how embarrassed it made you feel.

He finally has enough and eventually gives up. Giving this entire speech of how 'he just must not be good enough for you'.

You assure him and finally explain why you aren't as loud, causing him to feel like a bigger idiot than he always had been.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[dreamwavesexploringreality]

A life worth living:

Niragi x reader

Requested: Before Borderlands, Y/N and Niragi were close, but during the King of Spades' attack, the reader is gravely injured.

----

"If only everything had stayed as it was. If we were still at The Beach, or back home. Yes. I wish we were home. Or at school. Maybe we could still be at school. That's where everything began to unravel, wasn’t it? When those boys first harassed him in that alley behind the school. When they attacked him with baseball bats for the first time. Or maybe it was when they took his textbooks and rolled them through the mud. I couldn't even remember... If only... if only everything had stayed the same..."

Y/N felt the searing pain in her abdomen long before she heard the gunshot. By then, the blood was already flowing freely from the wound, threatening to end her life. She had collapsed to the ground when her legs gave way, scraping her knees against the rough asphalt. She hadn’t even noticed it, and now, lying there on the cold ground, her hands pressed desperately against her abdomen, all she could think of was him.

Niragi had been her confidant, her friend, her refuge. He had been everything to her, and in her selfishness, she liked to believe she had been everything to him, too.

She gazed up at the blue sky, not a cloud in sight. She squinted against the blinding sunlight, its heat warming her skin, though perhaps it was the blood that was bathing her body in warmth.

Niragi had been with her in her darkest moments, and she had been with him in his. By fate, or perhaps coincidence, they had found a shoulder to lean on during the bleakest chapters of their lives. And then, when life finally began to smile on them again, they were hesitant to sever that bond. They had stayed in touch during the early months of their university years. Maybe it was the distance, or their conflicting schedules, but inevitably, their connection had cooled. Though... upon reflection, perhaps it was also because of Chishiya. But that was much later, wasn’t it?

Y/N brought one bloodstained hand to her forehead, attempting to rearrange the fragments of her memories. Thick red liquid trailed down her cheek.

Yes, Chishiya came later, after arriving to Borderlands.

The day the people of Tokyo vanished, the day she played the deadliest game of hide-and-seek of her life, was the day she met him. That man with white hair and a hood, more intelligent than the rest, with an aura of mystery that stirred something deep within her. Oh! It was also the day she ran into Niragi again. She remembered it as it was yesterday, though weeks had passed. Months? Perhaps even years? Yet, it was all so vivid, so clear. He was so... different.

He was no longer the Niragi she had left behind years ago in high school. This one wore piercings and had a sharp tongue. Of course, he melted when he saw her.

Y/N stifled a small laugh at the memory, which was quickly drowned by a cough and a sharp, stabbing pain in her stomach.

Niragi had stared at her as if seeing a ghost. She recalled how he grabbed her wrist, nearly dragging her without hesitation to his room, and there… there, he embraced her. A hug she had waited years for, one reserved only for someone very special.

She closed her eyes. She could still feel that embrace, still remember the sensation, his scent... she could almost feel it again now.

"Y/N! Y/N! No, no, no—don’t fall asleep! Don’t close your eyes!"

She could even hear his voice.

"Y/N, damn it! Look at me! Look at me!"

It was so cruel, so perversely cruel of fate, that in what she was certain was her deathbed, her thoughts uncontrollably turned to him. To his voice, his scent, his very essence.

A smile tugged at her lips, and suddenly, the pain in her abdomen seemed almost insignificant. Was this what it felt like to die? If Niragi were here, he’d call her stupid. He would say it in that irritable, frustrated tone of his, the same one he used when explaining math homework in high school and she couldn’t understand a thing. But wait, why would he call her stupid? She didn’t want to die, not willingly… So why had she jumped in front of that bullet? No. She hadn’t jumped. She had run. She had run and pushed someone else aside. She… she had thrown herself in the path of the bullet. In the path of the bullet… meant for whom?

"Y/N, I swear, if you die now, I will never forgive you. Do you hear me? Never!"

Niragi.

It was almost as if some otherworldly force compelled her to open her eyes, and there, eclipsing the sun, was a face, contorted in anguish, backlit by its harsh light.

“That’s it, Y/N. Open your eyes. Open them! I’m here, I’m with you… You’re so stupid, do you know that? What the hell were you doing jumping in front of that bullet? It was meant for me! You are so damn stupid!"

Y/N stretched out one trembling hand, trying to touch the face that hovered over her. Her arm felt weak, as though it could hardly bear the effort, but she needed to touch him, to feel him, to be sure that it was truly him and not her imagination playing tricks.

"N-Niragi," she heard herself whisper, her voice low and cracked, rougher than she remembered.

"Shh, shh, don’t talk. Just stay calm. I’m here," he said, taking her hand and guiding it back to her abdomen, pressing down to try to staunch the bleeding. Y/N writhed in pain as another wave surged through her body.

"Where’s your idiot boyfriend when you need him, huh? Isn’t he a doctor? I told you he wasn’t good for you, that I didn’t like him, but you just had to go after him anyway, didn’t you? When do you ever listen to me, huh? Not even when we were kids, and I swore up and down that six times nine was fifty-four! That’s why you failed math!" He kept ranting, but Y/N had stopped listening.

Her eyes remained fixed on him, on the figure leaning over her. She could barely make out his features, swallowed by the backlight that surrounded him like a halo. Her vision was growing blurry, and as her eyelids grew too heavy to keep open, and a high-pitched ringing filled her ears, another voice entered the mix.

"Were you looking for me?"

© 2024 [@dreamwavesexploringreality]

----

I hope you enjoy it, and to the person who requested it, I really hope it’s exactly what you were hoping for... or even better!✨

[evilmenenjoyer]

not now kitten daddy is writing reader insert fanfiction about highly problematic fictional men

[organic-bloodbath]

i love ur chishiya fics so much, can u please write something about niragi because im starving over here 😔🙏🏻

3 times a charm (or maybe the 6th?)

Niragi x Reader

Summary: Five times Niragi tried to flirt with you and that one time when he succeeded.

Warnings: NSFW 18+ smut -> minors get out

A/N: Thank you ♡ I've needed to get Niragi smut out of my system. Hope you're well fed now for a moment.

♤♧

One

You arrived to the Beach with Arisu and Usagi. Half of the people at the pool party stopped and turned to look at you, making you feel a little awkward of the attention you were pulling to yourself.

A few people introduced themselves to you, until you noticed a certain man looking at you from head to toe, his stare more intense than the others there.

"Hey there, pretty face," a man with black hair smirked, walking towards you. "What's your name?"

You rolled your eyes, already able to tell what kind of man you were about to be dealing with. "What's it to you?"

"Well, i'd like to have a name to call you with, but i can keep 'pretty face' too if you're into that," he smiled.

You hesitated for a few seconds, studying his face for a moment. He was probably around your age, certainly taller than you and, you had to admit, quite a good-looking too. "Y/N."

"Pretty name for a pretty girl," he smirked and offered his hand to you. "Niragi. Pleasure to meet you."

You hesitantly took his hand in yours to shake it, but when he had a grip on you, he yanked you forward so fast that you almost tripped, crashing against his chest. He lifted your face upwards to make eye contact with you by his forefinger under your chin.

"Can't wait to get to know you better, Y/N," he said quietly, biting his lower lip as he quickly glanced at your lips. It happened so fast you could have easily imagined it though.

Him saying your name outloud made your heart flutter a little, and his words were about to make you slightly blush, so you were fast to brush his hand off your face and return to hang out with Arisu and Usagi.

"I don't think so," you said right before you left him alone.

You could feel Niragi's stare on you when you walked away from him without another word.

♤♧

Two

You were on your way to the pool when Niragi appeared behind a corner, almost crashing on you.

"There you are," Niragi greeted, a smile spreading on his face.

"Um, hello?" you slowly said, confused and eyebrows furrowed.

Niragi pushed you backwards until your back hit the wall. He trapped you there, hands on both sides of your head.

"Finally got you alone, princess," Niragi grinned. "Want to have some fun, hm?"

"I'll pass," you stated coldly, face completely serious. Niragi slowly dropped his hands down, moving to rest them on your hips instead.

"Come on, princess. I can make you feel so –"

You lifted your leg, your knee kicking him hard on his crotch. Niragi folded in half in pain, falling on his knees on the floor. You pushed him to lay on his back, keeping him there by laying your foot on his chest. His face looked genuinely surprised.

"Call me princess again and i won't be as gentle with you anymore," you gritted between your teeth.

Niragi only grinned. "Sorry, but your effort of intimidating me backfired a little because that was actually pretty hot."

You just huffed and left him to lay there without another word.

"You'll give in at some point, sweetheart!"

♤♧

Three

You were laying by the pool in your red bikinis when you felt a shadow landing on top of you.

"You're blocking the sun," you muttered.

You thought he had left you alone when the shadow was gone, but when you opened your eyes, you saw him laying down next to you, only a small gap between your bodies.

"Niragi, can you get it into your head already – i'm not going to sleep with you," you sighed, starting to get really annoyed.

"Hey, i didn't even mention anything about sex now, no need to get defensive," Niragi said but you saw the usual smug grin on his face. "You look good in bikinis though."

"Thanks," you spat with no actual gratitude. "What do you want?"

"I thought we should get to know each other better."

"You want to get to know me?" you asked, getting up enough to lean on your elbows. You narrowed your eyes, feeling suspicious. "Why?"

"You intrigue me," he admitted.

"I intrigue you?" you repeated, sure you heard him correctly. "Just because i'm pretty and i don't want to fuck you?"

Niragi let out a laugh. "Partly."

"There's literally dozens of girls here, why don't you go bother someone else?"

He turned to lay on his side, his body towards you. "Because you're different. We're more alike than you think."

"Yeah? How exactly are we alike?"

"First of all – you're hot, i'm hot."

"Me? Obviously. You? Debatable," you corrected him.

"Excuse me?" Niragi said, raising his eyebrows and pretending to act offended. "You don't think i'm hot?"

"I've seen better," you shrugged, trying to act all nonchalant.

"See, that's the second thing we have in common – mocking sarcasm," he pointed out.

"And a third thing?" you asked.

"We're both outcast."

"You don't even know me," you stated. "How can you know i'm outcast? I could have been the most popular and wanted girl in our school."

"Oh, i'm sure you were wanted by many, many guys," he grinned, eyeing your body again, until he narrowed his eyes, locking eyes with you. "But i can tell you were the black sheep. You don't follow and do what other people do just because the society tells you you should act certain way."

You furrowed your brows. You hated when people were able to read you. You wanted to deny every word he claimed to be true about you, but you couldn't do that.

"See, i knew i was correct," he said when he got only silence from you, clearly proud of himself.

"Shut up," you spat.

"What do i have to do for you to stop resisting my company so hard, hm?" he asked. "Do i have to bring you flowers or whatever the hell girls like to get as gifts?"

"Giving gifts shouldn't be an obligation," you said. "And i don't care about flowers."

"What do you care about then?" Niragi asked, narrowing his eyes and mentally taking notes.

"I know you only care about getting into my pants and i'm not that kind of girl."

To be honest, you'd had hookups with a few men you knew you'd never see again afterwards and you had nothing against that. Sometimes mindless sex with no commitments was what you needed, but for some reason you didn't want to give in to Niragi, no matter how good-looking you had to admit he was – you'd never say it outloud to his face though. You didn't want to make his ego any bigger.

"You're not, hm?" he asked. "Do i have to buy you a dinner first?"

"No, thank you," you refused and turned your face away from him. You closed your eyes and tried to ignore him, continuing to enjoy the sun.

"Well, what do i need to do to get your attention?"

"You could start by going away."

♤♧

Four

A guy approached you and this time, it wasn't Niragi. "Hey, there," he greeted with a smug grin on his face, eyeing you from head to toe. Way to go to be subtle. "What's your name, beautiful?"

"Too-good-for-you," you responded and crossed your arms against your chest, as if that would cover enough of you wearing only the bikini top. You felt awfully exposed under his hungry gaze.

"Sassy, i like that," he grinned. "Come on, we should get to know each other." He stepped closer, while you took automatically a step back.

"No thanks," you said, trying to put a polite smile on your face.

"What's going on here?" a familiar voice asked, appearing next to you out of thin air. You smelled his cologne when he pulled you close to his side, arm around your waist.

The man, whose name you didn't know, made eye contact with Niragi, trying to look all defensive.

"Sorry, but i think i was talking to her, so i'd suggest you to leave," the man stated, and you were a little taken aback how directly he was defending himself to Niragi.

"I don't think so, pal," Niragi said, giving him a death stare. After a moment of trying to decide if he should stand up to Niragi or not, the man walked away, knowing Niragi owned a gun.

Nobody wanted to make a man, who owned a gun, angry.

You hadn't fully realised that Niragi was actually touching you, keeping you against him, since you had been partly even grateful that he had stepped in to get the man away from you. You quickly pushed him away.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

"I'm not going to let other men touch my girl," he stated like saying a fact everyone should obviously know.

"I'm not your girl," you denied and crossed your arms.

"Yeah? Still, you didn't pull away when i grabbed you like this," he pointed out and pulled you against him one more time by your waist, his touch sending you goosebumps around your body, radiating to every direction from the spot his hand was resting. "Admit it, you like that i show others i've claimed you."

"You haven't claimed me!" you shouted, a little too loudly, trying to push him away from you but he wouldn't let go right away.

"Tell yourself whatever you want, pretty face," Niragi smirked.

You didn't want to admit it to yourself but you did like it when he had his hand on your skin.

♤♧

Five

"She's the witch! Let's burn her!"

A man lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you towards the fire outside.

"Let go of me!" you screamed.

You were hitting his back with your fists, trying to get him to let you down but his grip was too tight, and he didn't mind the little pain against his back you were causing. You were trying to kick him with your feet but it was no use, he was a lot stronger and bigger compared to you. You were starting to get awfully close to the fire.

Burning alive wasn't on your list of preferred causes of death.

"Hey, asshole!" someone yelled, making the man carrying you stop on his tracks. "Put the lady down immediately."

You recognised the voice easily, you'd recognise it everywhere by now.

"But, but she might be the witch!"

"Shut the fuck up and put her down," Niragi commanded.

He let you down, probably having a gun pointed at his face. As you had been put down, that same man fell down on the ground almost instantly, a bullet pierced right through his forehead.

"Was that really necessary?" you asked and crossed your arms against your chest.

"He was just about to throw you in the fire," he stated, stepping closer to you, only a little gap between your bodies. You didn't back away from him. "A thank you would be nice."

"Well, thank you," you muttered and avoided eye contact with him, but he turned your face towards him with his hand on your cheek.

"Don't you think i deserve a kiss for saving you?" Niragi asked, lifting his left eyebrow.

"A kiss?" you asked, not sure if you heard him correctly. "You genuinely want only one kiss?"

"Yes."

"I don't think so," you chuckled.

"Come on, sweetheart, it's only a kiss, i'm not going to start ripping your clothes off," Niragi smirked. "We don't have time for that right now."

"On the cheek," you insisted.

"Better than nothing."

You rolled your eyes and leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek, but just in time he turned his head so that you kissed him straight on his lips.

You gasped in horror and was about to slap him on the cheek, but he figured out you'd lift your hand to do that and grabbed your wrist.

"Calm down, princess," Niragi said, smile on his face. "You can admit that you liked it."

"I didn't," you stated, but a part of you would have wanted to do that again. Properly to see how his lips really felt like on yours.

"Tell yourself whatever you want." He winked at you and then left you alone, resting his gun against his shoulder.

For a moment you looked after him, keeping your finger on your lower lip, cheeks warming up a little bit.

♤♧

Six

You had entered the King of Clubs game with your friends, and had surprisingly gotten the man who had become obsessed with you along – Niragi, of course.

Currently, you were standing next to Niragi, just the two of you, facing a man from the opposite team. You didn't have much time left to beat the game, your team was losing and your death was near. Still, you had to take every point you'd get.

Niragi offered his hand to you. You only looked at it with a slight disgust on your face.

"Come on," Niragi rolled his eyes. "It's just for the game."

You hesitantly took his hand in yours, raising your points to 5400. You managed to touch the man, adding 500 points for your team and making the man curse under his breath.

"See how good team we are," Niragi leaned in to whisper into your ear, his hot breath on your skin sending tingles down your spine.

You tried to yank your hand off but Niragi wouldn't let go.

"Niragi, let go of me," you groaned.

"But your hand feels so nice," he complained.

"Nice?" You lifted your eyebrows. "My hand feels nice?"

"Yeah, it's softer than i imagined," Niragi plainly said.

"You've imagined what my hand would feel like?" you asked.

"Sweetheart, i've imagined what your entire body would feel like on mine," Niragi whispered, now standing in front of you, extremely close.

"I told you, i'm not going to sleep with you," you insisted.

"Mhm," he hummed. "You know that our team is clearly losing and we only have 15 minutes to live. Might as well use it better than dwelling on self pity how we're going to die soon. Don't you think?"

Niragi lifted his hand on your cheek, but you brushed it off and turned around to leave. Before you were able to get further than a few steps, Niragi grabbed your elbow, pulling you back.

"Why don't we finish what we should have started at the Beach, hm?" he murmured in your ear, standing behind you and wrapping his arm around your waist. "We're gonna die anyway soon so why waste the time just sitting around when we can make a use of it?"

Niragi had tried to get your clothes off since the day he first saw you but you had resisted him every time he was about to put his hands on you.

The only thing you were able to think about right now was that you truly were going to die soon. There was no hope for you anymore, for none of your friends. Why not replace all that pouting and depressed waiting with one round of mindless, meaningless sex - even if it was with Niragi.

"Oh for fuck's sake," you mumbled and turned around, seeing the hungry smirk on his scarred face. You were going to hate yourself for this but you didn't care to think anymore, sure you were dead meat already.

You pulled Niragi into a kiss, and he didn't hesitate a moment longer to kiss you back, forcefully sneaking his tongue inside your mouth to taste every part of you.

He pulled your top off, admiring the view of your bare upper body. He was about to unclasp your bra as well, but you slapped his hand away.

"Even though we're about to die, you don't get to see everything," you stated seriously, amusing Niragi.

"I like how hard to get you're constantly playing with me," he smirked. "Even now."

He pushed you against the red container behind you, your bare back being glued on the cold metal. Niragi pulled your shorts down and didn't hesitate a second longer, pushing two fingers into your vagina, making you let out a loud gasp.

"Yes, be as loud as you can, princess," Niragi murmured and pumped his fingers harder inside you, curling his fingers and hitting just the right spots, as if he had done this to you already many times before.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped, but then he pulled his fingers off and started unbuckling his belt to get his pants off. You shot him an angry glare.

"Time's running, we don't have time to do everything and i want to cum inside your sweet little pussy before i die," he growled, making you even more aroused than before.

He stroked his cock a few times and then pushed inside you. You let out a loud moan, not able to keep it down.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted against your neck.

He grabbed your ass, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist and didn't let you adjust more than a few seconds, starting to push in and out of you roughly.

Having him inside you, you started to regret a little for pushing him away at the Beach. You didn't want to admit it to yourself though. You didn't want him to know that he had finally won after his several attempts, but being inside you he was well aware of that.

Just now you realised how much you truly had craved sex and having someone this close to you – even if it was Niragi.

He moaned and grunted against your neck as he fastened his pace. He started sucking on different spots around your neck until he found one which made you insane and feel so good. You could feel his tongue piercing against your skin, the metal ball feeling slightly cold.

"Oh my god," you moaned, grabbing his hair roughly with your fingers.

You were starting to reach your climax, sharp nails digging on his shoulders, most definitely leaving marks. He came right after you, his body squeezing you harder against the large container when he let his body relax a little bit, but still managing to keep you up and not make you fall on the ground.

"My god, you felt so good," Niragi sighed, brushing your hair behind your ear, taking you into a hungry kiss.

Suddenly, a familiar female voice spoke again.

"The scores have changed," the voice announced. "The player team now leads with 500 points."

Both you and Niragi stopped moving, breaking the kiss, freezing to your places as you turned your heads to the large white screen showing the scores of both teams.

"What the-"

"Fuck," you breathed out.

There was only a minute left of the game by now and your team was suddenly winning. You weren't going to die? What the hell had Arisu and the others done?

Niragi looked at you, grinning.

"Well, well," he mumbled. "I guess we can have a round two some other day, since we won't die after all."

You scoffed, pushed him off you and pulled your shorts back on.

"Not going to happen," you denied and shook your head, pulling your top on as well. Right after, Niragi pulled you towards him, your back against his chest once again.

"Well, i'm sure we'll end up in another situation where we're gonna die in a few minutes and you'll need a quick last minute fuck," Niragi said and lowered his voice into a whisper, speaking right into your ear. He brought his hand up and massaged your left breast. "I'll be there waiting for you, princess."

You pushed him off again, a little too roughly. Cum was dripping down your leg. You brushed the cum on your hand and cleaned it on Niragi's shirt.

"Oh you want to attach your smell on me so i surely won't stop thinking about you, huh?"

"Think whatever you want, i don't care. I just don't see a sink or toilet paper here to clean myself up right now."

Arisu, Kuina and Usagi saw you and Niragi approaching them a few minutes later.

"Where have you two been?" Usagi asked, looking genuinely worried with her furrowed brows. "We've been looking for you."

Niragi smirked. "Wouldn't you want to know."

You smacked him on his chest and gave him a death stare. "Not. A. Word," you gritted through your teeth.

Your words managed to only amuse Niragi even more.

♤♧

[halbravd]

in honor of alice in borderland coming back...

aib vs. babe i'm at the hospital

⪧ niragi suguru,

⪧ chishiya shuntaro,

⪧ hikari kuina,

⪧ daikichi karube,

⪧ yuzuha usagi,

⪧ ryohei arisu,

⪧ sunato banda,

[ankababy]

A Home (part 12)

Part 1 Part 11

Chishiya x reader x Niragi

One lightbulb, one chair, one girl, one—bullet?

Niragi was still not a morning person.

Actually, scratch that—Niragi wasn’t a person who functioned at any time of day unless he had a cigarette in one hand and his gun in the other.

So when he dragged himself out of bed, still half-asleep, still rubbing his eyes, looking horrible because who the fuck was he trying to impress—

The last thing he expected was you.

Balanced on top of some fucking chair-pile contraption from hell.

He stopped dead in his tracks, one foot in the living room, one foot still in the hall, blinking hard because—

What. The fuck. Was he looking at?

You were standing—no, teetering—atop a fucking tower of stacked furniture, one foot on a chair, the other on some books stacked haphazardly on a stool.

And you were just up there.

Poking at the lamp.

Muttering under your breath.

“…The fuck are you doing?”

You turned your head over your shoulder, looking at him like he was the crazy one. “The lamp.” you said simply. “It’s not yellow enough.”

Niragi just stared.

You turned back to the lamp, squinting. “It’s supposed to be warm. Soft. Cozy. But it’s just wrong, Niragi. It’s not right.” You huffed in frustration, tapping at the glass like that would somehow make it glow the exact shade you wanted. “The aesthetic is completely ruined.”

Niragi took a slow step closer, staring at the fucking death trap of furniture you had somehow not fallen from yet.

“What the fuck are you standing on?”

“A chair.”

He gave you a blank look. “No, that—” he gestured at the entire unstable mess under you “—isn’t just a chair. That’s some final-destination-shit waiting to happen.”

“It’s fine.” you said dismissively, tapping the glass again, completely unbothered. “I made sure it was balanced.”

“Balanced?” Niragi repeated. “You’ve got a fucking stool on top of a table on top of a chair. What part of that sounds balanced to you?”

You didn’t even look at him. “The part where I haven’t fallen yet.”

Niragi just dragged a hand down his face.

This was a fucking joke.

You were rambling to yourself about the fucking hue of a fucking lightbulb, picking apart details that no one—except you—would ever give a shit about, your whole body swaying slightly as you balanced on that death-trap, completely unphased.

And Niragi? He was just standing there, watching, like some fucking idiot.

Because he knew you were going to fall.

Had to fall.

There was no fucking way someone could balance like that, no way you could just stand up there for this long without—

You reached up, adjusting the light slightly.

The stack wobbled.

Niragi felt his stomach fucking drop.

“Hey—”

You shifted. Like you expected it. Like you knew exactly how to keep yourself steady.

And you just—

Did.

Like it was fucking nothing. Like you weren’t about to break your skull open on the floor. Like you weren’t even remotely aware of how fucking insane this whole situation was.

Niragi just stood there.

Jaw clenched. Hands tense.

Heart beating a little too fast.

He hated this. Hated how easily you moved, how confident you were, how your focus was completely on that stupid fucking lamp instead of the fact that you were standing on a structure that should not be able to hold you. Hated that, for some fucking reason—

He didn’t want you to fall.

Not because he gave a shit about you breaking something. Not because he thought you couldn’t handle it.

But because the idea of seeing you hurt made something in his chest go tight.

That pissed him off.

“Get the fuck down.” he finally snapped, stepping closer, ready to just fucking drag you off if he had to.

You let out a dramatic sigh. “I just need to fix this—”

“I swear to god—”

“The glow just isn’t soft enough—”

“I will shoot the fucking lightbulb.”

You gasped like he had just threatened your firstborn child. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

You scowled, crossing your arms. “You’re just mad because you don’t understand aesthetics.”

“Aesthetics?” Niragi scoffed. “You’re out here risking your life over some shitty warm lighting.”

“It’s not warm enough.”

“Oh, boo-fucking-hoo.”

You gave him a dramatic look, then sighed, stepping down onto the back of a chair—

And jumped.

Niragi swore his heart stopped for a second.

He thought you were actually going to fucking fall.

But you didn’t.

You landed perfectly, somehow already moving, already stretching your arms over your head like this whole thing had just been a normal part of your morning routine.

Niragi was still standing there.

Trying to remember how the fuck to breathe.

Trying to ignore the way his palms had gone sweaty.

Trying to ignore the fact that his first instinct had been to catch you.

You turned to him, still looking mildly pissed off about the lightbulb. “We’re changing it.” you declared.

Niragi clicked his tongue. “You’re fucking weird.”

You rolled your eyes. “And you’re an asshole.”

He didn’t mind this. Didn’t mind your weird perfectionism. Didn’t mind your ridiculous need to make everything match your vision. Didn’t mind that you were standing on top of death-trap furniture at seven in the fucking morning just to complain about the shade of yellow in a fucking lamp.

Didn’t mind that, somehow, you made the apartment feel less like a place to rot and more like something… real.

He wouldn’t admit it.

Wouldn’t even think about it too hard.

But something about you? Something about this whole fucking moment?

Made him like mornings just a little more.

“You know lightbulbs?” you asked suddenly, your tone half-skeptical, half-curious.

Niragi’s eyebrows shot up. “What kind of dumbass question is that?”

You narrowed your eyes. “A normal one. Do you know lightbulbs?”

He just stared at you, completely silent.

You blinked.

He blinked back.

Nothing.

No response.

No answer.

Just his stupid, smug face watching you.

You sighed, already exasperated. “Niragi.”

Still nothing.

Your foot tapped against the floor. “Niragi.”

He finally tilted his head, lips twitching like he was barely holding back laughter. “Huh?”

You groaned. “Oh my god—”

“What do you mean, do I know lightbulbs?” he cut you off, voice all slow and lazy. “Like, personally? Am I best fucking friends with them?”

Your fingers twitched. “Do you know how they work?”

He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip, eyes flickering with something that really didn’t need to be there this early in the morning. “I know a few things that turn on.”

“Oh my fucking god.”

You spun on your heel, already walking away, already regretting everything. But you didn’t get far. Because in a second, he was behind you, looping an arm lazily around your shoulders, tugging you back just enough to throw you off balance, his breath warm against your ear. “Relax.”

You shoved at him, rolling your eyes, but he didn’t let go. “You’re an asshole.”

“And you—” his grip tightened for half a second before he finally let go, voice laced with laughter “—are so fucking easy.”

You scowled. “Oh, fuck off.”

He grinned. “Make me.”

You turned to face him fully, crossing your arms. “So? Do you know how lightbulbs work or not?”

His smirk lingered, but there was something knowing behind his gaze now, something too aware. He let the silence stretch just long enough to irritate you again, just long enough for you to open your mouth, ready to yell, before he finally—finally—answered.

“Yeah.” he said simply, shrugging one shoulder. “I do.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Really?”

He scoffed. “What, you think I’m fucking stupid?”

You raised an eyebrow. “I just think you’re an asshole.”

Niragi let out a low hum, but didn’t answer much more.

You let out a long sigh, running a hand through your hair, already feeling tired just dealing with him. But at least you had your answer. And if he knew what he was doing… well. That meant you didn’t have to.

“Alright, genius.” you said, looking him dead in the eye. “Go get me new ones.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.” You gestured vaguely toward the lamp. “If you know how they work, you know what I need. So go get them.”

He blinked. “Why the fuck would I do that?”

“Because I don’t know what I’m doing.” You placed a hand on your hip. “And you do.”

Niragi stared at you like he couldn’t believe what you were saying, like this was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. “You were the one complaining about the color—”

“And you were the one being a smartass about it!” you cut him off. “So if you’re so damn smart, go get me new ones.”

He licked his teeth, tilting his head slightly, watching you. “You think I’m just gonna listen to you?”

You just lifted your chin, meeting his gaze with absolute certainty. “Yeah.”

Niragi’s grin twitched.

Because the worst part? You were fucking right. And he didn’t even know why. Didn’t know why he was going to do it. Didn’t know why he was already thinking about where the fuck he could find the right ones. Didn’t know why he cared.

But he did.

And that pissed him off.

So naturally, he turned to make you feel just as pissed off as he did.

“I better get something for this.” he muttered, already walking away.

“You get to keep living here.” you called after him. “For free.”

He turned back just enough to flash you a grin. “I meant something better.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fuck off, Niragi.”

“What type is it?” he asked, turning his head just enough to look at you again.

You stared. “What?”

He gave you a long, expectant look. “The lightbulb, princess. What kind is it?”

You blinked.

Opened your mouth.

Closed it again.

Because—what? What kind? Did lightbulbs have kinds? Wasn’t it just… a fucking lightbulb?

You felt your brain stutter over itself as you looked at him, eyes darting between his face and the lamp in front of you, suddenly very aware that you had no idea what the fuck you were talking about.

“…The… normal kind?” you tried, voice slow, uncertain.

Niragi just stared.

He sighed.

“Jesus fucking christ.” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. “You don’t even know what you need?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I do—”

“No, you don’t.”

Your fingers twitched. “I know the vibe I want.”

Niragi let out a laugh. “The vibe?”

“Yes, the vibe, Niragi.” You gestured aggressively toward the lamp. “The warmth, the color, the—”

“Oh my fucking god.”

You scowled. “You asked, asshole!”

Niragi ran a hand through his hair, muttering something under his breath before rolling his shoulders back. “Alright, alright, shut up.”

You glared. “You shut up.”

“You—”

“You—”

“You—”

“Niragi!”

“Y/N!”

You huffed, crossing your arms tightly over your chest.

He huffed, mirroring you just to be an asshole.

A long, tense silence.

“…Just fucking take it out and bring it to me.” he muttered, jerking his chin toward the lamp.

Your lips parted slightly.

You looked at the lamp.

Then back at him.

Then back at the lamp.

Then back at him.

Niragi’s eyes narrowed.

“Take. It. Out.” he repeated, voice sharp, slow, like he was talking to a child.

You blinked again.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t even breathe.

Just stared harder.

“You do know how to do that, right?”

More silence.

You gave him nothing.

Not even a blink.

“…Are you fucking serious?”

You continued to stare.

“Oh my fucking god.” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face before stepping forward. “Move.”

You stepped back instantly, watching with way too much amusement as he grabbed a chair, adjusting it under the lamp.

“See?” he muttered, stepping up. “It’s not that fucking hard.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, you’re taller.”

Niragi scoffed, twisting the bulb out easily, not even looking at you. He hopped off the chair, taking a look at the bulb before tossing it into your hands without warning. You barely caught it, fumbling slightly as he smirked down at you, clearly entertained.

“There.” he muttered, shaking his head. “Now I can go find your dumbass ’vibe’.”

You clutched the bulb tighter, glaring up at him. “You’re the dumbass.”

He just grinned. But even with all his smugness, all his teasing, something about him felt different.

Because even though he called you impossible, even though he acted like this was the most annoying thing in the world, he was still doing it. Still helping. Still listening.

“What do you actually want?” he asked, voice slower now. Less teasing.

You blinked up at him.

He met your gaze, unbothered. “You know. The wattage, the lumens, the temperature—”

“…The what?” you said dumbly.

Niragi rolled his eyes. “The brightness. The warmth. The kind of light.”

Your lips parted slightly.

That was… a thing?

He knew all that?

You stared harder.

For some reason, you hadn’t expected this to be something he was good at. It was lightbulbs, for fuck’s sake. And yet, here he was, asking technical shit that you did not know the answer to. Which, admittedly, made you feel kind of stupid.

Your grip tightened around the bulb as you inhaled, turning your gaze back to the lamp. “…I just want it to look good.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It is an answer.”

“It’s a shit answer.”

You huffed, shifting your weight. “I just want it to be… softer. Warmer. Not so—so bright—”

“Warmer temp, lower lumens.” Niragi nodded once. “Got it.”

You just blinked again, slightly thrown off by how easy that was for him.

“…Yeah.” You nodded slowly. “That.”

He smirked. “I know.”

You wanted to kick him.

But you didn’t. You just crossed your arms tighter, shifting under his gaze as he grabbed his gun before heading toward the door. “I’ll be back.” he muttered, already turning away.

You rolled your eyes. “Bring me something nice.”

He scoffed. “Like what?”

You grinned. “A surprise.”

Niragi paused for a split second. Then he shook his head, muttering something under his breath before stepping out, the door clicking shut behind him.

You sighed, glancing down at the bulb in your hands before looking back up at the empty socket, staring.

It looked weird like that. Bare. Unfinished.

You didn’t even notice Chishiya come in.

“Something wrong?”

You turned your head just in time to see him step into the kitchen, looking just as calm and put-together as ever, hands in his hoodie pockets.

Your entire posture eased at the sight of him.

He always had that effect on you.

“Morning.” you greeted softly, immediately perking up.

He just gave you a slow nod, eyes drifting toward the chair under the lamp. “Do I want to know?”

You grinned slightly. “It’s fine. I was just fixing it.”

He arched an eyebrow.

You sighed. “I was, but I made Niragi do it.”

Chishiya hummed knowingly, stepping past you toward the counter.

You swayed slightly as you watched him. “I was about to make you breakfast.”

His eyes flicked toward you, just for a second, before looking forward again. “Mm.”

You took that as a yes. Smiling softly, you moved toward the counter, setting the bulb down before grabbing ingredients. “You know, I think Niragi actually knows his shit.” you muttered, rambling as you reached for a pan. “He asked me what kind I wanted, and I didn’t even know lightbulbs had kinds. But he did. He’s out getting one now. He’s still an ass, though. Kept messing with me before he left.”

Chishiya barely reacted. “Sounds right.”

You smiled. “He also took my request for a surprise very seriously.”

He gave you a sideways glance. “You think you’re getting something good?”

You just shrugged. “I think he likes me.”

Chishiya’s expression didn’t change. He just let that thought sit in the air as you started cooking, humming softly to yourself.

He never understood how you did that—how you could switch moods so easily. How you could go from chaos to sweetness without a single moment of hesitation. You were an angel in moments like these, making breakfast for someone who had done nothing but manipulate you, talking like this wasn’t a fucked up situation.

And yet, you were still you.

And right now, you were especially soft with him. You turned your head slightly, glancing at him as you flipped the food in the pan. “I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

He met your gaze, unbothered. “No.”

Your lips curled up slightly. “Promise?”

His expression didn’t change. “I wouldn’t be here if you had.”

You hummed, nodding slowly as you turned back to the stove. “Good.” you muttered, satisfied.

Chishiya just watched you, quiet, hands still tucked into his hoodie pockets. You were different from earlier. You talked more when you were like this, rambling, making conversation just to fill the air.

Not that he minded.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you much.” you continued, plating the food. “You were gone a lot yesterday.”

Chishiya exhaled through his nose. “Not much to see.”

You pouted slightly as you set the plate in front of him. “I like seeing you.”

His eyes flicked up to yours, his face unreadable as always, but something in his gaze shifted. Something quiet.

You didn’t even seem to notice.

Instead, you just smiled, reaching up to pet his head, fingers running through his soft hair. “You’re too cold sometimes, y’know that?”

Chishiya didn’t react. Didn’t pull away.

He never did.

You let your fingers linger for just a second longer before pulling back, grabbing yourself a glass of water as he sat down. “Did you eat at all yesterday?”

He glanced at his plate, then back at you. “Does it matter?”

You narrowed your eyes. “It does matter.”

He quirked a brow. “To who?”

“To me.”

Chishiya leaned back slightly. “And why’s that?”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “Because you’re my friend?”

His lips twitched slightly. “You sure?”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up and eat.”

He gave you an unimpressed look before grabbing his fork.

You sat next to him, bringing your knees to your chest, watching as he took his first bite, chewing slowly. He was never one to rush, always taking his time, analyzing things even when he didn’t need to.

You liked watching him.

Something about the way he carried himself, the way he existed so easily in his own head—it fascinated you.

“What’s wrong with you?” you mused suddenly, tilting your head.

He arched a brow. “Be more specific.”

You grinned slightly. “You don’t get attached to people, do you?”

Chishiya’s chewing slowed.

Your gaze stayed steady, curious, soft.

He swallowed, setting his fork down. “No.”

Your lips pursed slightly. “You say that like it’s normal.”

His expression didn’t change. “It is for me.”

You exhaled through your nose, shifting slightly in your seat. “That’s kinda sad.”

Chishiya’s brows lifted a fraction. “Is it?”

You nodded. “Yeah. No one’s ever made you feel something? Like—actually cared about you?”

He just stared at you.

His silence was louder than words.

Your chest tightened slightly, your fingers gripping your glass a little tighter.

“…That’s not fair.” you muttered.

Chishiya tilted his head. “To who?”

“To you.” you said simply, eyes soft, searching his. “That’s just not fair.”

He didn’t look away. Didn’t even blink. He only exhaled softly, a slow, almost unnoticeable movement, before looking back at his plate.

“…You don’t have to care for me.” he said finally. But it was quiet. Softer than before.

You smiled.

“You say that.” you murmured, reaching out again, brushing your fingers through his hair once more. “But you’re eating my food, aren’t you?”

He didn’t deny it. Didn’t tell you to stop.

That was an answer all on its own.

Your fingers traced gently through Chishiya’s hair, soft and absentminded, but your words were anything but.

“I’m sorry.” you said, voice light, but full of something deeper. “I’m sorry you had to live like that.”

Chishiya’s expression didn’t shift. Not on the surface, at least. But there was something unreadable in his eyes, something quiet.

You pulled your hand back, leaning against the counter. “And before you start,” you continued, anticipating whatever cold dismissal he was about to give. “I don’t mean it in a pity way. So don’t think of it like that.”

He hummed, taking another bite of food, as if that response was enough.

You sighed, tilting your head as you looked at him. “You’re… different. But in a good way.” you said carefully. “You think differently. You see things differently. You’re analytical, you’re smart—”

He huffed a small breath. “Flattery?”

You shook your head. “No. Just the truth.”

He glanced at you, skeptical.

But you weren’t lying.

You never lied to him.

You leaned in slightly, your voice softer. “I don’t think you’re incapable of caring, Chishiya. I think… no one’s ever given you a reason to.”

He stilled for a moment.

Your words settled between you, sinking into him like a weight.

You knew how to talk to people. You always had. You did psychology for fuck’s sake—you knew how the brain worked, how defense mechanisms worked, how he worked. And yet, even knowing all that, even recognizing every wall he put up, every quiet manipulation, every careful detachment—you still cared.

And he knew that.

He wasn’t an idiot. He saw through people too easily for his own good, picked apart their intentions before they even realized them themselves. But with you, there was no motive. No selfish gain. You just meant it.

Chishiya had always known he was different. Even as a child, he had been too quiet, too perceptive, too detached from things that were supposed to matter. While other kids cried when they scraped their knees, he had just stared, fascinated by the blood pooling beneath their skin. While other kids looked for comfort from their parents, he had learned, very quickly, that his parents had nothing to give.

Emotions were irrelevant. Affection was useless. Weak.

So he learned to exist without it.

And for years, that had worked.

He went through school the same way he went through life—observing, learning, excelling, all while keeping himself at a safe distance. He understood people better than they understood themselves, knew what made them tick, knew how to use that.

But he never let them close.

Because why would he?

Affection was a concept he had never been taught, never been given, never needed. He functioned just fine without it.

Until you.

You, who looked at him like he was worth knowing, not just useful. You, who didn’t pull away when he said something cruel, who didn’t shy away from his presence. You, who ran your fingers through his hair and made him breakfast and looked him straight in the eyes and said sweet words.

Chishiya swallowed slowly, setting his fork down.

He didn’t meet your gaze this time.

You watched him carefully, your expression soft. “You’re not some unfeeling machine, y’know.”

He scoffed lightly. “Could’ve fooled me.”

You tilted your head, smiling slightly. “Yeah. You like to think that.”

He didn’t respond.

Didn’t need to.

Because you were right.

Chishiya had spent his whole life believing he was incapable of love, incapable of forming any real attachment, incapable of feeling anything the way other people did. And maybe, for a while, that had been true.

But now? Now, he wasn’t so sure.

Your voice was steady, sweet. “You are amazing, you know that?”

Chishiya barely looked at you, his eyes cast downward as he spun his fork between his fingers. If the words had come from anyone else, he would have dismissed them entirely. But they were coming from you. And that? That was a different kind of problem.

You sighed, shaking your head. “And I don’t just mean smart. I mean you. You’re… unique.”

He gave a small scoff, finally glancing at you. “That’s just another way of saying ‘weird.’”

You shrugged. “Maybe. But I like weird.”

His fingers stilled against the metal fork.

You pushed yourself off the counter, brushing your hands together. “But hey, I’m not gonna force myself on you. Just eat up, alright?”

And with that, you turned, heading toward your room without waiting for a response.

And just like that—he was alone again.

As a child, he was the type of kid who preferred books over people. He never understood why classmates flocked together in tight, desperate groups, why they were so emotionally dependent on each other, why they needed so much. It seemed weak to him. Inefficient.

So he kept to himself.

School was easy. People were easy. Everything was just one big equation, and he had already solved it. A simple balance of power and perception—figure out what people wanted, what they feared, what they needed, and use it. Manipulation wasn’t even a malicious act to him. It was just logic. Strategy. A means to an end.

And it worked.

Always.

He climbed through life easily, acing exams, cutting down competition, proving time and time again that he was better. He didn’t need approval, he didn’t need connection—he needed control.

Because control was safe.

But you—you were something else entirely.

You didn’t want anything from him. You didn’t try to break through his walls, didn’t push or pry or demand the way others did. You just were. You existed around him, with him, and for some fucking reason, he let you.

Chishiya tapped his fingers against the table, staring at the empty spot where you had been just moments before.

His chest felt… weird. Not tight, not painful, just—unfamiliar.

He exhaled sharply, tilting his head back against the chair.

Alone. Again.

That was how he preferred things.

…Right?

~

You stood below Niragi, arms crossed as you looked up at him perched on the chair, twisting the lightbulb into place.

“Don’t fall.”

He scoffed, sparing you a quick glance. “Tch. I’m not you.”

“I didn’t fall either!”

“You should’ve. That whole tower of death you built was ridiculous.”

“It was efficient.”

“It was fucking stupid.”

You rolled your eyes, watching as he gave the bulb one last turn before pulling his hand away. The soft glow of light bathed the room in a warmer hue, and you tilted your head slightly, inspecting it.

“…It’s kinda nice.” you admitted.

Niragi smirked, stepping down from the chair. “Told you.”

You huffed, glancing toward the counter. “Well, thank you for doing it.”

He chuckled, grabbing the chair and dragging it back to its spot. “Yeah, yeah. You should be grateful you’ve got me around.”

“Oh, so grateful.” you teased, leaning against the counter as he shot you a look.

For a moment, it was quiet between you two, but a good quiet. Comfortable. The glow from the lightbulb cast shadows along the walls, making the whole room feel warmer, softer.

Then Niragi snapped his fingers suddenly, as if remembering something.

“Oh, right.” he said, reaching into his pocket.

You raised a brow. “Huh?”

“The thing.”

You blinked. “What thing?”

“The thing you asked for.”

Your brain scrambled for a moment, trying to recall what the hell he was talking about. You had told him to bring you a surprise, but that was just to mess with him. You never expected him to actually—

He pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it your way. You barely caught it, fumbling with it before looking down at the object in your hands.

It was… a tiny, plastic keychain. Shaped like a cat.

You stared.

Niragi snorted. “The fuck is that face?”

You looked up at him, then back down at the keychain. It was cheap, scratched up, completely useless—and you loved it.

A slow smile spread across your face. “You actually brought me something?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, don’t make it weird.”

You held it up, inspecting it in the light. It was dumb. Utterly useless.

“I love it.”

Niragi’s lips twitched slightly. “You would.”

But beneath his teasing tone, there was something else. Something unfamiliar. He had grabbed the stupid thing on a whim, thinking it was funny, thinking you’d brush it off, thinking he’d have something to tease you about later—but you liked it. Really liked it.

And somehow, that made his chest feel weird. Not in a bad way. Just… weird.

You turned the tiny cat keychain over in your hands, running your fingers along the worn plastic, completely enamored with the stupid little thing.

A delighted laugh bubbled out of you as you held it up, inspecting it under the new warm light. The glow made the tiny scratches on it even more visible, but somehow, that just made you love it even more. It had history.

“Oh my god.” you gasped, grinning as you turned to Niragi. “Look at this little guy. Look at him.”

Niragi watched you, arms crossed, eyebrow quirked. “I see it.”

You clutched it to your chest dramatically. “No, but do you see it?”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “Jesus. It’s just a fucking keychain.”

“It’s not just a keychain.” you corrected, beaming as you held it up again. “It’s my keychain.”

Niragi snorted, shaking his head. “God, you’re ridiculous.”

You took a step closer, grinning up at him. “But, seriously, thank you.”

“For what?”

You gestured vaguely. “The light. The cat. Your general existence.”

Niragi rolled his eyes. “Don’t start.”

You laughed, rocking on your heels. “What? You want me to be mean to you instead?”

He smirked. “Wouldn’t hurt.”

You huffed, poking his arm playfully. “Fine. You’re insufferable.”

“And?”

You squinted at him. “Fucked in the head.”

“Keep going.”

“A literal nightmare of a human being.”

He grinned. “Now we’re talking.”

You shook your head, still smiling as you rolled the keychain between your fingers. The apartment felt good in that moment—warm, safe, a little less suffocating than usual.

And Niragi… he wasn’t soft, not really. But every once in a while, when he thought you weren’t paying attention, he did things like this.

He didn’t have to fix the light. Didn’t have to bring you anything. And yet, here you were, under a warm glow, holding a tiny plastic cat in your hands like it was the most precious thing in the world.

You glanced up at him again, watching as he pretended he wasn’t watching you.

“…I really do love it.” you said softly.

Niragi clicked his tongue, looking away. “Yeah, yeah.”

You could see it—the slightest tension in his jaw, the way he shifted his weight, the way his lips twitched just barely at the edges.

He liked that you liked it. And that? That made your chest feel a little weird, too.

Niragi side-eyed you, watching the way your lips curled up slightly, how you kept flipping it over like you expected to find something new. It was so stupidly cute, he almost wanted to snatch it back just to see you pout.

“Anyways, I have to go out tonight.” you said casually.

Niragi’s brow twitched. “What?”

“For restocking.” you clarified, slipping the keychain into your pocket. “We’re running low on some stuff, so I have to—”

“Are you kidding me?” Niragi groaned, tilting his head back in frustration. “Now you say this?”

You blinked at him. “…Yeah?”

His eye twitched. “You could’ve told me earlier, and I just would’ve gone with you then. Instead, I went out in the middle of the fucking day—for lightbulbs.”

You grinned. “And you did a great job.”

“Fuck off.”

You laughed as he ran a hand down his face.

“Come on, it’s not that bad.” you teased. “Look at it this way—at least you got to enjoy a nice, peaceful trip without my constant chattering.”

Niragi shot you a look. “Yeah, I hated it.”

You smirked. “Aww, you missed me?”

He clicked his tongue, glancing away. “Shut up.”

You giggled, opening one of the cabinets to take inventory of what you needed. “Well, if it makes you feel better, I was going to ask if you wanted to come with me tonight.”

He scoffed. “Like that was even a question.”

You glanced over your shoulder. “So that’s a yes?”

Niragi rolled his eyes. “Obviously. You think I’m just gonna let you go out there alone?”

You raised an eyebrow. “I have gone alone before, you know.”

He snorted. “Yeah? And how’d that work out for you?”

You hesitated. Okay, so maybe there had been a few close calls. Not anything you couldn’t handle, but still.

Niragi smirked, catching your hesitation. “Exactly.” he drawled. “You’re a fucking magnet for trouble.”

You pouted. “Am not.”

“Are too.” he shot back. “You could walk into an empty fucking alley, and I guarantee you’d still manage to find some kind of bullshit waiting for you.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “You make it sound like I try to get into trouble.”

Niragi leaned against the counter, grinning lazily. “Oh, you definitely do.”

“Whatever.” you muttered. “Just be ready to go after dark.”

He scoffed. “Like I wouldn’t be.”

You smiled as you turned back to the cabinets. Even with all his bitching, you knew he didn’t really mind. If anything, he liked having an excuse to go with you.

Not that he’d ever admit it.

~

The streets were eerily empty. Broken glass, torn banners, and abandoned cars lined the roads, all remnants of a world that didn’t exist anymore. The city felt like a ghost—hollow, still, waiting for something that was never going to come.

“You literally could’ve warned me.” you huffed, shaking your head as you nudged Niragi’s arm.

He grinned, swinging the flashlight lazily at the ground in front of him. “Oh, where’s the fun in that?”

“The fun,” you deadpanned. “would’ve been me not stepping into a fucking pothole.”

Niragi let out a sharp laugh. “You should’ve been watching where you were going.”

“You were leading!”

“And?”

You groaned dramatically. “God, you are insufferable.”

“Yeah, yeah.” he muttered, flashing the light in your face briefly before you smacked his arm.

“Hey!”

He snickered. “What? Just making sure you’re still awake.”

“You are so annoying.” you grumbled, but there was no real bite to it.

Chishiya, who had been walking slightly behind you both, was silent as usual, watching. Listening. Niragi was good at pulling your attention away from everything else, keeping you focused only on him. It was his favorite thing to do.

But you—you were always aware of him, of everything. Even while bickering with Niragi, you still turned back, slowing your steps just slightly to look at him.

“Hey, Chishiya, look at this.” you said suddenly, crouching down beside an overgrown crack in the pavement.

He raised an eyebrow as you reached out, carefully plucking a tiny flower growing stubbornly between the slabs of broken concrete.

“It’s so cute.” you said softly, twirling the delicate stem between your fingers.

Chishiya didn’t say anything, just studied you, the way your lips curled up slightly, the way your fingers were careful, gentle.

You held it out to him, grinning. “Here, for you.”

Chishiya blinked, then exhaled. “What am I supposed to do with that?”

You pouted dramatically, standing up. “Appreciate it, obviously.”

Niragi clicked his tongue. “Tch. Are you seriously giving him some shitty little weed?”

You turned back to him, still smiling. “It’s not a weed. It’s a flower.”

“It’s ugly.”

“You’re ugly.” you shot back.

Niragi smirked. “You wish.”

You ignored him, turning back to Chishiya, who just sighed and took the flower from your hand, twirling it between his fingers for a second before tucking it into his pocket.

Satisfied, you beamed before returning to Niragi’s side.

“Finally.” he grumbled. “I thought I lost you to the nerd back there.”

You snorted. “You’re so dramatic.”

He swung the flashlight toward your legs, tapping your thigh with it. “That’s mine, by the way.”

“What?”

He poked you again. “The flashlight. It’s mine.”

“I found it first.”

“Yeah? And who’s holding it?” He waved it in your face.

You huffed. “You stole it.”

“Finders keepers, baby.”

“That is not how that works!”

“It is now.”

You groaned, throwing your head back. “You are such a child.”

“You’re following me around like a lost puppy.” he teased, flashing the light at the ground ahead of you.

You kicked at the back of his leg lightly. “Shut up.”

Chishiya watched you both, hands in his pockets as he walked a few steps behind, letting Niragi soak in all of your attention—for now. But he noticed things. The way Niragi was always just slightly closer than necessary, how his hand hovered near yours even though he never reached for it, how he used the flashlight to poke you just to get any kind of reaction.

He wanted you all to himself.

Chishiya let a small smirk pull at his lips. How predictable.

You, completely oblivious to the silent battle happening behind your back, turned your attention forward, eyes scanning the abandoned stores up ahead.

Niragi sticked out his foot in the middle of one of your steps.

You didn’t even have time to react before your balance tilted forward, and with a sharp gasp, you stumbled. But before you could fall, you caught yourself, spinning around to face him with wide, betrayed eyes.

“You bitch!” you gasped, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

Niragi burst into laughter, throwing his head back as he clutched his stomach. “Oh my god—your face—!”

“You tripped me!”

“Yeah? And?”

Before he could react, you swung your leg out, aiming to knock his foot from under him the same way he did to you. But Niragi was quick—annoyingly quick. He sidestepped easily, grinning down at you like he knew you were too slow for him.

You huffed, planting your hands on your hips. “Coward.”

“Loser.”

Wit a growl of frustration, you tried again, stepping closer to kick at his ankle—but Niragi was already ready for it. He reached out this time, grabbing your wrist and pulling you forward just enough to throw you off balance instead. Your feet scrambled against the cracked pavement before you caught yourself again, but it was too late. Niragi was already dying of laughter.

You launched yourself at him, tackling him with all the force you could manage, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling as hard as you could.

He stumbled, caught off guard, his laughter cutting short as he struggled to keep his balance. “Hey—!”

But you didn’t let up, using all of your weight to keep pulling him off center—until finally, his foot hit an uneven part of the sidewalk, and he went down.

Hard.

The second his back hit the ground, you jumped back, throwing your arms in the air like you had just won a wrestling match. “HAH!”

Niragi groaned from the ground, blinking up at the dark sky. “What the fuck?”

“You deserved that!” you said proudly, grinning down at him. “That’s what you get!”

But before you could bask in your victory for too long, Niragi reached out and hooked his arm around your ankle, yanking hard.

And just like that, you were falling too.

You landed with a loud oof, your back hitting the pavement right next to him.

For a moment, everything was quiet.

And then you lost it. Laughter bubbled up in your chest, spilling out in bright, gasping giggles that you couldn’t stop. You turned your head to look at him, and Niragi was laughing too, chest shaking as he sucked in sharp breaths between each laugh.

It was stupid. The whole thing was stupid.

But god, it felt good.

You wiped at your eyes, still giggling, turning onto your side to look at him fully. Niragi did the same, facing you with a shit-eating grin that matched yours.

“You suck.” you wheezed.

“You suck.” he shot back, nudging you with his knee.

You stuck your tongue out at him.

Chishiya, watching all of this from a few steps behind, felt something sharp twist inside his chest.

Jealousy was an ugly thing.

Not just at the fact that Niragi was the one next to you, making you laugh so hard you were crying—but at the fact that you were happy.

If you and Niragi were capable of feeling happiness in this miserable fucking world, then why couldn’t he?

His eyes lingered on you, watching the way you reached out to push Niragi’s shoulder, the way your nose scrunched up when you smiled so hard it nearly hurt.

And he wondered—if he was the one by your side, making you laugh, making you smile like that…

Would he be happy too?

Would he even know what happiness felt like?

He shoved the thought away stepping closer. “Are you two done rolling around in the dirt, or should I come back later?”

You turned your head, still giggling as you propped yourself up on your elbows. “You’re just mad you weren’t invited.”

Chishiya let out a small huff, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Hardly.”

Niragi sat up, stretching his arms behind his head as he grinned. “Yeah? ‘Cause I think you are.”

Chishiya didn’t respond. He just looked at you, still lying on the pavement with flushed cheeks and a bright, glowing expression.

And yeah, maybe he was jealous.

He turned on his heel and started walking, making it clear he wasn’t waiting for either of you.

Niragi scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Fucking prick.” he muttered, standing up and dusting off his pants before reaching a hand down to you.

Still giggling, you took his hand without hesitation, letting him pull you up in one smooth motion. “Thanks.”

He just clicked his tongue, like he didn’t care, but his grip lingered a little longer than necessary before he let go.

The second you were on your feet, you took off—practically sprinting after Chishiya.

“Hey, wait up!” you called, running to catch up to his side. “Why are you walking so fast?”

Chishiya kept his eyes forward, jaw tight. “Didn’t realize we were stopping for playtime.”

You huffed, nudging his shoulder with yours. “Oh, please. You know you liked watching us fight to the death.”

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. “I don’t see how attempting to kill each other on the pavement is a good use of time.”

“You wouldn’t understand.” you teased, nudging him again.

He sighed through his nose. He couldn’t be mad at you like this, could he?

You, with your bright eyes and your breathless smile, so full of energy even in this dead city. You, who had just spent minutes rolling around on the pavement, laughing so hard you could barely breathe, and still had the nerve to come bouncing up to him as if he hadn’t spent the entire time stewing in jealousy.

No.

He could never be angry at you.

“Come on.” you whined, looping your arm through his without a second thought. “Don’t be grumpy. You get to walk with me, isn’t that a privilege?”

Chishiya arched a brow. “A privilege?”

“Yes.” you said seriously. “An honor, actually.”

He scoffed, but he didn’t pull away.

Behind you, Niragi made a disgusted noise. “Gross.” he muttered, dragging his feet as he followed. “You’re gross. Both of you.”

You just giggled, squeezing Chishiya’s arm before letting go.

And as much as he didn’t want to admit it—he kind of missed the warmth of you next to him the second you did.

Niragi had his flashlight in hand, lazily swinging it back and forth, not even bothering to aim it at the road ahead.

Before he could react, you lunged forward and flicked the flashlight beam directly into his face.

Niragi hissed, throwing an arm up to shield himself. “What the fuck?”

You snorted, holding back laughter as you kept the light steady on him. He flicked his own flashlight at you, shining it right into your eyes in retaliation.

“AHH!” you shrieked, flailing back dramatically. “Niragi! That’s cheating!”

“Cheating? You started it, dumbass.”

“You’re supposed to accept my attack like a noble warrior—”

“You blinded me, not stabbed me with a sword, you fucking idiot.” he snorted, but there was no real malice in his tone.

You giggled and swung the flashlight up again, flashing it right in his face. “Bam!”

“Fucking—” Niragi barely flinched this time before shining his right back at you.

For a few seconds, it was nothing but the two of you flicking lights at each other’s faces, stepping back and forth, cackling like children. Niragi was determined to win somehow, even though there were no real rules, and you were just thrilled at the fact that he was playing along.

Chishiya was still walking, hands in his pockets, not looking at you two.

He told himself it was annoying. Told himself it was a waste of time. You were in the middle of a dead city, risking your lives just by stepping outside, and instead of being serious, you were fucking around.

But his fingers twitched in his pockets.

Because he knew that wasn’t really why his chest felt tight.

It was you.

The way you laughed, bright and breathless, unbothered by everything. The way Niragi grinned at you, softer than usual. The way you looked at each other like you were actually happy, like you were living in a world that wasn’t already doomed.

And Chishiya hated that it wasn’t him making you smile like that.

He had never cared before.

He didn’t like it.

And yet, he found himself slowing down, just slightly, turning around to watch you two play with those damn flashlights, trying to tell himself that none of this mattered.

Trying to convince himself that he didn’t want what you had with Niragi.

That he didn’t want you.

~

The door swung open, and the three of you stepped inside. The apartment was dim, barely lit by the yellow glow of the lightbulb Niragi had installed earlier, casting long shadows across the walls.

Niragi wasted no time tossing his gun onto the couch, stretching his arms above his head with a lazy groan. “Fuck.”

You set your things down on the counter, barely able to catch your breath between fits of laughter. “No, but seriously, you should’ve seen your face—”

“My face? What about yours?” Niragi shot back, jabbing a finger at you as he leaned against the counter beside you. His grin was wide, teeth glinting under the dim light. “You were the one who tripped and ate shit right into that pile of rubble—”

You doubled over, gripping the edge of the counter to keep yourself upright. “Oh my god, Niragi, that was your fault! You pushed me!”

“Bullshit! You fell on your own.”

“I literally felt your foot hook around my ankle—”

“You’re making shit up.”

“You’re delusional—”

The two of you were practically in tears, shoulders shaking with laughter, voices bouncing off the walls of the apartment. It had been a long time since you felt this light—since you felt anything other than the crushing weight of survival. And maybe it was stupid, maybe it was reckless, but right now, you didn’t care.

Chishiya, however, was quiet.

He stood by the door, watching the two of you, his hands buried deep in his pockets. He had been silent the entire way home, but now, in the dim light of the apartment, that silence felt heavier.

BANG.

The sound cracked through the apartment like a whip, cutting through your laughter so sharply it felt like the air had been sucked from the room. Your breath hitched in your throat as your entire body went rigid, the sound ringing in your ears.

Your eyes snapped to Chishiya.

Smoke curled from the barrel of Niragi’s gun, his fingers still wrapped around the trigger.

And then—slowly, with a sickening kind of horror—your gaze drifted to Niragi.

His body swayed, the color draining from his face, and for a second, it was like time had stopped. The sharp scent of gunpowder burned your nose, but all you could focus on was the way his lips parted in a breathless, disbelieving sound.

And then you saw it.

The dark stain blooming across his side. The way his fingers twitched as he reached down, pressing against the wound like he could somehow stop it from being real. His breathing came sharp and uneven, his body finally catching up to the pain.

Your stomach lurched.

Your pulse pounded in your ears.

Chishiya shot Niragi.

❤︎︎ @lizntstoptalking @cherryheairt @fiction-fantasy-folks @monkey4lifer @psychicyouthfox @so-dramatic1 @mypsychoticlove @unhinged-sorcerer @rattymess @mocchii-writes @adanfore @scarlet703 @fluentgoddess @maxinehufflepuffprincess @onyxmango @bluerthanvelvet444 @risingofjupiter @enhasrii @potato-vagina

[life-is-more-than-just-a-game]

♠️ AiB males playing "7 minutes in heaven" ♠️

A/N: A friend of mine and I came up with this topic very randomly. Still, I think this can get interesting and also kind of funny, so I wanna give it a try at least. Are you in? of course you are, hehe! 🤭

Summary: Everyone knows The Beach and of course next to parties, there will be enough time for some funny games you and the other members can play together. Beside dangerous games, someone mentioned "7 minutes in heaven".

7 minutes in heaven- Rules: Two chosen people are getting into a private, dark room. Doors are closed and now the both have to find a way to pass the time- that's it.

Characters: Aguni, Arisu, Chishiya, Karube, Niragi

POV: gn!neutral

Warnings: Not given.

A g u n i

Tatta: "..." Chishiya: "..." y/n: "... So ... you are playing with us?"

Literally everyone is in shock and irritated when Aguni is joining the group for playing this dumb game.

Niragi would like to say "How pathetic" but since Aguni is not only his leader, but also attends the game himself, he prefers to keep his mouth shut.

It should come as no surprise that hardly anyone don't want to be locked in a dark room with him.

He always exudes something threatening and the fact that he is extremely radical in some situations doesn't really make it any better.

Arisu and Karube aren't keen on spending seven minutes alone with him- that's how everyone feels, except maybe Niragi, "Last Boss" and you.

He never did anything to you.

However, you don't have much to do with each other either.

Which doesn't mean he didn't notice you.

He can tolerate your presence and you can tolerate his.

This is also the reason why the two of you are ultimately put in the room together.

An: "Sorry." y/n: "Don't be, I'm really fine with that."

You are not afraid of him, just very respectful.

The fact that he is so quiet and says so little about himself makes you believe that there is more to his character than most people would probably believe.

It's risky, but once you've arrived in the room - where you've both found a place to sit or lie down - you just ask him.

y/n: "Tell me … what actually made you the person you are now?" Aguni: "You really try to start a conversation with me?" y/n: "Sure. I have nothing left to lose."

It gets quiet between you for a moment.

Aguni: "Me neither."

Well, that hits differently, but:

Aguni: "Not interested in idle Chit-Chat. I don't need someone listening to me." y/n: "Alright ... I'm sorry." Aguni: "No ... I am."

You don't exactly know what he is sorry for but you can tell by his voice that he means it.

Deep down he would like to talk to you.

And he is pleased that someone is interested in him and his story.

But he doesn't want to show weakness- and anyway, it's just not the right time to open up to anyone about it.

A r i s u

He's a clever boy, but one has to explain the rules for him twice ...

It's so easy but, what? He? Alone in a room with someone who is allowed to do everything he wants?

Arisu: "Didn't you guys say this game isn't dangerous at all?" Kuina: "I ... don't think someone wants to kill anyone here." Niragi: "Uh-" Chishiya: "Please, do us a favor and keep your fantasies to yourself."

*Gulps*

However, he breathes a sigh of relief when he realizes that he is being put in a room with you.

And after that ... he gets nervous.

Damn, he thinks you are so beautiful/handsome- you make him literally SPEACHLES!

Speaks to himself in his head: it's only seven minutes, time will pass quickly.

So, the both of you go in the room ...

Aguni: "Don't forget, the room is next to us- we will hear everything."

Yeah, actually, they will hear nothing, because Arisu and you are just sitting there, towards each other, in silence.

You both are so shy, that's cute! UwU

But he tries his best to start a conversation with you at least.

Arisu: "Well, this ... uhm ..." y/n: "I can't hear you, it's too dark ..."

With that, you finally got him- like, he's going to laugh, because he knows that quote exactly.

Arisu: "Did you seriously quoted Spongebob?!" y/n: "No, I quoted Patrick Star."

And that's it.

Yes, you guys are sticking to the Spongebob references and holy, time suddenly goes by so fast.

The others are simply shocked and can't believe the conversation they're hearing …

Well ... you can't take another fandom if you want to if you can't relate with it but, hm ... shame on you ...

C h i s h i y a

The calmest and most composed of all.

If you're nervous, rest assured: he's not.

Kuina wouldn't have put you two in the same room if she didn't know he had a thing for you- but don't expect him to show.

Kuina: "Have fun you two!" Chishiya: "Be sure we will have." y/n: "Uh- will we?" Chishiya: "We will see."

Well, luckily everyone defines “fun” differently.

He laughed at you when you bumped into something as you entered the room.

y/n: "Ouch!" Chishiya: "Watch out." y/n: "IT'S DARK INSIDE HERE, I'M NOT AN OWL!"

He would be willing to help you, but he's no more an owl than you are.

Chishiya: "Ouch!" y/n: "Watch out." Chishiya: "Maybe I deserve that."

Once you have settled down somewhere, peace and quiet return.

For a very long time.

Chishiya doesn't speak if he doesn't have to.

And he is patient.

A person with lots of time.

But you aren't in here with him to remain silent.

y/n: "Haven't you told me we will have fun in here?" Chishiya: "Question is, what kind of fun you think of."

Thanks god it's dark inside here so he can see how your face is turning red now.

Chishiya: "Did you know: Owls can turn their heads by up to 270 degrees, as they have twice as many neck vertebrae as humans." Kuina: "You should give y/n compliments instead of boring them with your knowledge." y/n: "UP TO 270 DEGREES?!" Chishiya: "You know, Kuina- you aren't in the room, so leave us alone."

K a r u b e

The brother has no inhibitions. When he hears that you should go into the room with him, he stands up, grabs you by the wrist and pulls you behind him, no hesitation.

The other players already have a premonition of what's going to happen with you two, which is why they deliberately stay away from the door.

The only thing is, they are wrong.

You aren't about to start a wild make-up-session.

Instead, Karube simply leads you to the window of the room, where he quietly and secretly draws the curtains.

y/n: "You know, this is against the rules ..." Karube: "Rules are made to be broken."

In any case, the little romantic has a plan for how you can make the seven minutes pass quickly together.

Karube: "Have you ever noticed how brightly the stars shine outside at night in this world?" y/n: "Honestly, no. I … I've never really felt like looking at the stars in this world. I never had someone to do that with, plus ... it kinda makes me sad, 'cause of all the people we have already lost and kill ourselves." Karube: "But the deceased can be better remembered in the dark and in peace."

That leaves you speechless.

You know that Karube can be a bit of a jerk.

But you also know that he's not stupid.

And you really love like how kindhearted he can be if he wants to.

Karube: "So, seven minutes to just stand here and watch the stars getting brighter together- will you join me?"

You smile at him and this is your answer, before you turn your head in the direction of the window- whispering a quiet "Wow" while your eyes are getting a litte teary.

y/n: "You are a blessing, Karube ... you really are ..."

N i r a g i

Niragi is the most annoying partner you can get from any player.

Unlike Chishiya, he wouldn't talk about any 'useless' knowledge, but he would be nagging and complaining.

And above all, he would be offended because he doesn't get what he wants from you.

Niragi: "Come on, seven minutes would be enough for a-" y/n: "I said no and no means no!"

But who would he be if he just accepted it.

y/n: "And anyways, it wouldn't be much fun if we aren't able to see each other ... right?"

You can then hear a choking noise from outside, which is uttered by Tatta.

Nevertheless, Niragi gives you the point and just sits back from that now on.

At least for a while until he gets bored again.

Niragi: "And now? Are we just sitting here, doing nothing at all?" y/n: "We can play “I see something you don't see”." Niragi: "Are you fucking kidding me?" y/n: "Alright, then let's call it "Guess what I see"." Niragi: "Stop it." y/n: "Well, than stop nagging, you can't be bored enough then."

Just be happy about the fact he do like a lot.

We all now Niragi is none who is listening to a "no".

If he wouldn't care about you … just think about what he did to Usagi …

Still, he is happy when things are finally over.

Karube: "So, how does it feel like to be dumped?" Niragi: "You should know the best." Karube: "Sorry boy, none has ever rejected me."

[j-jinxee]

[ ⟡​ ] — NIRAGI NSFW HEADCANONS,,

NSFW under the cut! ⊹ Niragi x Reader

✦ [warnings – weapon play, oral, handcuffs, pet names, spit, licking, uhh just v nsfw]

─────

₊˚♱ Ok so let's start with the fact he's always armed, carrying that rifle like it's a basic necessity. He uses those firearms in many ways, from simple intimidation, to having you suck on the barrel while his finger hovers over the trigger. He pushes it deeper down your throat as you here the safety click off, he never actually has the safety on normally, it was just to make you all the more scared. It puts him on a power trip, knowing he could absolutely waste you at any moment, even if he never actually will.

"You could kill me right now if you really wanted to"

"I know, and maybe one day I will. But right now I need those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, come on baby."

₊˚♱ Speaking of oral, he's obsessed with making you gag on him. Leaning his head back against the headboard, your nose poking his stomach as he forces your head further down. He'll let you go your own pace for the first few minutes, riling him up with how painfully slow your going — kitten licking his tip, giving lots of attention to those pretty veins decorating his shaft. That's how it goes until he needs to feel dominant again, his hands going to grip your hair, beginning to thrust upwards as he kept your head still. Tears starting to cloud your vision as your throat started to bruise.

"Fuckkk, whore can't even take dick properly? It's ok, gagging you like this is so fucken hot."

₊˚♱ Is definitely one for humiliation, but not in the common ways. He's not gonna make you suck him off in public, he's the only one allowed to see you like that. Niragi is the type to handcuff you to him, letting everyone at the beach know you're his, and anyone who tries to get with you will soon be staring down the barrel of a loaded rifle. He'd somehow get access to handcuffs, clasp them to one of your wrists, then the other end to his belt. Walking around, flaunting you like a trophy.

"You're mine baby, and I'm gonna show you off whether you like it or not."

₊˚♱ Pain kink 1000%, and shockingly, actually prefers receiving it rather than inflicting it. He'd have a nice silver pocket knife and ask you to use it on him after you suck him off. It's a nice interval between the oral and then actual sex, just a little something more to get him really fucked up. You'd be sitting on his lap as he comes down from his high, opening the knife and gliding it across his collarbones, it gets him hard immediately. You leave a few little cuts near his biceps and chest, until he says there's enough.

₊˚♱ Spit kink, no questions asked. Remember the way he spat on Hatter's dead body? Yeah. This ties in with his oral fixation, the way he's constantly sticking his tongue out, the way he adores licking every inch of your body, the way he loves when your teeth clink against his tongue piercing. He'll hold your face up by your chin while you're on your knees, standing over you as he spits in your mouth.

"Don't swallow it so soon baby, taste it, taste me."

₊˚♱ You can't convince me he wouldn't love being called daddy. He actually wouldn't realise at first, unaware of how much he loves it, until one night you unintentionally moaned it out as he was drilling you from behind. His movements stopped, making your heart sink. He leaned down towards your ear.

"What was that baby?"

"Nothing- sorry"

"Say it again."

Since then, he can't get enough of it. Constantly demanding you to moan it out as loud as you can, letting everyone know how good he fucks you.

----------------------------------------------------

I could honestly go on for so long abt this man and I'm not proud of it cuz yk 💀💀 but it's not my fault he happened to be SO ATTRACTIVE LIKE WHY'D HE HAVE TO BE SUCH A PRICK WHEN HES THAT HOT 😔 anywayzzz hope u enjoyed hehe :33

Ok cya, luv ya x

[luvlyfandoms]

Chishiya, Banda, Niragi, Arisu's reaction to "fuck me dumb"

Chishiya

• “is that what you really want? hm?” he asks with a sly grin on his face

• “I think you need to beg a little harder than that”

• “alright, you asked for it”

• when he finally gives in…

• holds your arms behind your back at such an angle that you feel like your sockets will dislocate while he’s fucking you

• ignores your cries

• “shhh, you asked for this”

Niragi

• “you don’t have to tell me twice”

• “I knew you’d come around”

• holds a gun to your head if you misbehave

• pins you to the bed and pounds you with your legs over his shoulders, head tossed back and eyes shut in pleasure

• a mixture of moans, groans, and growls escape his lips

• holds you down so you can’t move

• you’re sure you’ll have bruises the next morning

Banda

• it makes him chuckle when you start begging for him to manhandle you

• will snatch you up by your hair and drag you to your knees in front of him

• “look at me”

• slaps you as hard as he can

• lays you on your side and folds your legs up so he can get as deep as possible while choking you out and dancing his knife around your bare skin

Arisu

• “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

• “you’re gonna take what I give you”

• sits on the edge of the bed and makes you ride him

• soon he’s got his hand around your throat and he’s thrusting up into you as hard as he possibly can while you cry out and try to hide your face on his shoulder

• he doesn’t let you

• “ah ah ah, you wanted this. so take it”

• pinches your nipples harshly and chuckles at your reaction

[gyaruhana]

Hiiiii! If it isn’t to much of a bother could I maybe request Yandere Niragi headcanons?

-🧸

Suguru Niragi - Yandere!Niragi Headcannons

Synopsis: yandere niragi headcannons !!

A/N: may have made this a little dark but it's niragi there's no way to make him bright..

Warnings: NIRAGI, non-con elements (it's niragi what do you expect), yandere content, smut content

➠ First things first, I think it's pretty clear he'd be one of the more scary yanderes

➠ the moment he sees you, you're all his no matter what

➠ given his reputation at The Beach, no one stops to help you whenever Niragi clearly makes you uncomfortable

➠ they honestly just ignore and avoid you

➠ Niragi doesn't hide his obsession with you and his behaviours either

➠ He's super touchy with you and always planting kisses on your neck regardless of if you like it or not

➠ don't even try push him off because he'll get really annoyed and warn you not to fuck with him

➠ If someone is stupid enough to even breathe in your direction, he'll shoot them dead in front of you immediately

➠ If you have the audacity to talk to someone else, he will hit you and then shoot the person you talked to before blaming their death on you

➠ if you don't return his forward advances, he will just force himself on you

➠ whether he drugs your drink or just drags you away depends on how he feels and if your the type of person to put up a fight

➠ he will tie you down to the bed if necessary

➠ fighting back is not recommended because he gets violent fast

➠ Reaaaally into choking you

➠ his hand is on your throat the whole time he's fucking you

➠ he will carve his initials into your body to stake a permanent claim on you

➠ If you cry about it, he honestly gets turned on more because he loves your tears

➠ calls you every degrading name in the book as well

➠ his goal is really to fully break you so he can mold you into 'his perfect bitch' (as he puts it)

➠ After the first time he fucks you, he's always dragging you around and keeping you close to him

➠ there's really no chance of escaping given that everyone will snitch if they see you out of fear Niragi might hurt them otherwise

➠ Niragi stopped fucking other girls after you but that just means he's always on you since he has a high sex drive

➠ During games, he goes out of his way to keep you alive because he wants you with him forever

➠ If you're in a situation where you'll die and there's no chance of saving you, he'll fuck you and then kill you with his own hands

➠ he is absolutely into gunplay for the record

➠ finds it so hot to shove a gun in your mouth or even into your tight hole to watch you cry out

➠ of course, the gun is never loaded because he's not trying to accidentally shoot you

➠ he doesn't tell you that though because he likes the fear in your eyes when he threatens to pull the trigger and kill you if you disobey him

➠ big on hair pulling too

➠ he loves pulling your hair to pull your head back or dragging your around by your hair when you misbehave

➠ he keeps you inside his room most of the time because he really doesn't want anyone else to see you

➠ especially in the swimsuit/bikini you have to wear on The Beach

➠ when you have to go to play a game, he doesn't let ANYONE look at you

➠ the moment they do, a bullet is shot right between their eyes

➠ overall, very forceful yandere who hides nothing from you and proudly destroys you

"You fucking slut. Fighting me for what? You're clearly enjoying this," Niragi says as he fucks his cock into you roughly. He had his gun in your mouth so it's not like you could protest his words. All you could really do was cry and hope for the best. Niragi let out a cruel laugh at your tears as his free hand wrapped around your neck and squeezed it slightly. He loved seeing you like this with every fiber of his being. You were so pretty and, although you tried to fight him at first, you were finally submitting. He loved how your body went limp and you just gave into the way he was thrusting his cock in and out of you quickly with no proper rhythm. He was having too much fun destroying you. "Fuck, I'm gonna fill you with my seed, yeah? You'd like that, wouldn't you? To be fucked full of my seed and turned into my bitch? Yeah.. yeah, you would,"