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ghostlynightpanda · 3 days ago

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

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

Ann

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She thought you’d be asleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You waited… for me.”

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

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

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

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

You became hers.

Kuina

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

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

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

But not you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She blinked. “Seriously?”

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

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

“Right here. Right now. C’mon.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mira

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

Except for you.

You were the exception.

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

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

You waved at her.

Waved.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it didn’t.

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

And you stayed.

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

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

She raised a brow. “And you waited?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And maybe that was what undid her in the end.

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

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

Because it had already become her own.

Aguni

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

Except for you.

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

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

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

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

But you saw it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then came the game.

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

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

You saw it before he did.

You didn’t hesitate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you… for not giving up on me.”

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

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

Weeks passed, and people started to notice the change.

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

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

The room went dead quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were his anchor.

And he didn’t want to let go.

Niragi

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

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

You saw someone trying desperately not to burn alone.

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

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

He stared at you like you were speaking another language.

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

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

He narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

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

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

You never did.

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

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

He blinked. “Are you flirting with me?”

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

He scowled. “You’re insane.”

You grinned. “So I’ve been told.”

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

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

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

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

And slowly, things shifted.

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

But he wouldn’t admit it.

Not until the game that almost broke him.

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

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

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

He let go like your skin burned him.

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

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

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

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

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

You blinked. “You were scared?”

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

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

“I don’t get you.”

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

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

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

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

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

He groaned. “You’re so annoying.”

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

And this time, Niragi didn’t argue.

Last Boss

Last Boss was a ghost of a man.

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

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

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

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

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

You didn’t mind.

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

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

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

You beamed. “Yeah. I get that a lot.”

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

And the next day, you came back.

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

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

Little things. Quiet things.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He didn’t answer. Not with words.

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

His sword clinked softly against the ground.

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

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

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

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

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

Chishiya

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

And then there was you.

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

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

Not you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He took it. Just to shut you up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that terrified him.

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

Then came the game that changed everything.

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

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

And you moved before he even registered the danger.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And for once, he didn’t need to.

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

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

“You stayed,” you rasped.

“I always stay,” he replied softly.

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

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

“Especially when you’re too much.”

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

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

Masterlist

#alice in borderland #Ann x reader #Ann Rizuna x reader #Kuina x reader #Kuina Hikari x reader #Aguni x reader #aguni morizono x reader #niragi x reader #Niragi Suguru x reader #last boss x reader #takatora samura x reader #mira kano x reader #mira x reader #chishiya x reader #Chishiya Shuntaro x reader

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maxinehufflepuffprincess · 2 days ago

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I Vote Aguni

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader x Niragi Suguru

(So I was gonna wait before posting this. However, Jack of Hearts is almost done. Yay. However, I can not write anymore tonight, I have a migraine coming on. So I'm taking a break. Hopefully, Jack of Hearts will be out tomorrow. Fingers crossed. For now, enjoy this story. Sorry if it's bad. Probably is.)

Warnings: Mentions of death. Cursing.

Masterlist. Progress Update. Love Line Collection.

Summary: Hatter is dead, and Niragi wants Aguni to be the new leader. You and Chishiya will support him on this, right? He won't take this too far, right?

“What the hell do you two want? No one asked you to come here.” Niragi's voice pulled you out of your daze. You had been looking out of the window, watching the people below. You turned to see Arisu and Usgai.

“Actually, I'm the one who asked him.” Chishiya made his way over to Niragi, hands shoved into the pockets of his white jacket.

Niragi turned to him and scoffed. “Yeah? Who says you can summon people now?” His gun was resting on his shoulder.

Chishiya walked a little closer to Niragi. “There's something important he has to hear.” His eyes shifted to Arisu. “Let's go in.” The blonde turned to look at you. “You too, sweetness.” You smiled at your boyfriend and walked over to him. You looked over at Niragi for a moment and gave him a sweet smile. It made his heart swoon.

“See you later,” Arisu says to Usgai, who gave him a nod. “What's going on?” He asked Chishiya as he walked to his other side. The three of you approached the doors. “Not a clue, but it's gotta be something pretty serious.” Chishiya pulled open the doors and walked into the room. There was Hatter, dead.

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Tatta and Ann come in mere seconds later. “He couldn't clear the game,” Tatta said as Ann stepped closer to the body. “The maintenance team just happened to find him in Shinjuku while we were filling up with gas.”

As Ann stepped closer, her hand reaching out to Hatter’s body, a voice filled the room. “Hey, do me a favor and keep your hands off him. You’re obsessed with dissecting things.” Niragi told her as he walked past her and over to Aguni.

“This is from a bullet. Did the game he was playing involve a gun?” Ann asked.

“Seems like it. Apparently, people around the game area heard gunshots.” Tatta explained to the woman.

“Holy shit! Looks like he should’ve brought the militant corps along with him.” Niragi seemed almost happy at that idea.

You were standing between Chishiya and Arisu. You watched as Chishiya looked at Arisu and shook his head. You felt bad. Whilst you weren’t Hatter’s number one fan. Seeing him dead was an upsetting sight.

“So now what? What happens to the beach?” One of Hatter’s guards asked. Joe. You were sure that was his name.

“Nobody says a word about this, understood?” Mira demanded, looking as composed as ever. “We don’t want people freaking out.”

“I’ll step in as leader since I’m number two.” Kuzuryu stated as he took a step forward, ready to take on the role.

“Wait a second.” Niragi made his way from Aguni’s left to his right to walk over to Kuzuryu. “Shouldn’t the strongest person be the leader?” He asked, looking over at Aguni and then at Kuzuryu. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re the ones who have been getting rid of the traitors, but we’ve been thrown into the shadows the whole time. This bullshit ends now, you got that?”

“If number 1 dies, everyone moves up a number. We all knew that.”

“Yeah, well, this elitist dictator is dead. The power had shifted, hasn’t it? Let’s just be democratic and go with the majority.” Niragi let out a scoff. “Who’s with me and thinks that Aguni should be our new leader?” He asked, standing between Kuzuryu and Mira.

No one moved. You noticed Last Boss straighten up.

Niragi scoffed, and he looked disgusted. “Are you all serious right now? Last Boss.” He gave his friend a nod. Oh, that wasn’t good. Those two fed off each other’s violence.

Last Boss pulled out his sword as he walked over to Ann. He raised it, pointing it at the woman.

“So I’ll ask again. Who thinks Aguni should be the leader?” Ann raised her hand.

“This is not a democracy,” Mira stated calmly, and Niragi let out a scoffed laugh. He walked to the other side of her. “But I think it is, isn’t it?” He aimed his gun at her, keeping it low so that it was under her chin but not touching. “You can vote however you want, right?” He stuck his tongue out before licking his bottom lip. Mira lifted her hand.

“And how about the former number two over there? What do you think?” Kuzuryu raised his hand. Niragi turned, causing Joe to lift his hand. His gaze settles on you and Chishiya. He cocked his gun. “And what about you?” He asked, pointing the gun at the blonde as he walked over to the pair of you.

Chishiya looked at him. He wasn’t impressed. He looked a little bored. “Chishiya.” Niragi put his gun down so it was facing up. “You’re not looking down on us, are ya?” Niragi licked his bottom lip as he looked at the shorter male. He could see that look in Chishiya’s eye. Whilst to others he looked like he didn’t care, you and Niragi saw the challenge in his eyes. He was ready to play a little

“Y’all morons in the corps?” Oh okay. That’s how it was. This was how they flirted in public. With jabs, insults, with pointing weapons at one another. It was like a strange little dance between the two of them, but It always ended with the three of you having fun in bed.

Niragi stepped close to Chishiya. He placed his gun under the blonde’s chin. “Those eyes of yours piss me off sometimes, you know that? You think you’re better than us, don’t ya?” The two were silent. Everyone thought it was a strange little power battle, but you knew better. You saw Chishiya smirking, Niragi looking at his lips. Then Chishiya raised both of his hands, leaning back slightly. “I vote for Aguni to be the leader.” He looked at the gun and then at Niragi. A smug look on his face. “I’m pretty sure that’s what you want to hear, don’t you?” Chishiya asked, the cocky little shit. He was pushing it. He knew he was. He would pay for it tonight. But for now, he was having fun. “Well, let this be a reminder of how you should act in the future.” Niragi glared at the blonde. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Chishiya told him, causing Niragi to turn to you.

“Baby. Why’s your hand not up?” He asked, walking over to you. His voice, softer than he had been with the others. He stood between you and Arisu. His hand slipped around your waist, pulling you close to his body. “Maybe I wanted you to raise it for me? Or maybe, Chishiya’s second hand can count as my vote.” You told him with a smile on your lips. Niragi licked his lips and let out a chuckle. He took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles before lifting your hand up. “Oh look. Another vote for Aguni.” You said in mock surprise. Niragi shook his head. “You’re getting dangerously close to a spanking, Princess.” He did not just say that in front of everyone. Chishiya turned to look at you both. He very clearly liked the idea. You locked eyes with him.

“Hey, why are you looking so freaked out?” Niragi asked, turning to Arisu, who had been watching the three of you. It was almost like he could tell something was going on. ”I thought I told you to give me an answer.” Niragi walked over to him, gun pointed at him. “Whose side are you on, anyway?” Last Boss suddenly pointed his sword at Arisu. The poor boy looked scared, though it just made Niragi giggle. “You just about shit yourself there, huh?” Arisu raised his hand as Niragi laughed. “Look at his face.”

“Niragi.” You said, causing him to turn to you. “Yes, doll?” He asked as he walked back over to you. “Leave the poor boy alone.” You told him as you put your hand down, worry and sweetness dropping from your voice. You looked at Arisu, then at Nragi, then at Chishiya. He was amused. Of course, you were standing up for the pawn in his plan. Niragi reached out, grabbing your jaw in his hand, making you face him. “Be a good girl and keep your hand up, Princess.” He told you before letting go of your face. You had to swallow your whimper from his words. “Alright. Looks like we have a unanimous decision. So we’ve got a new leader, right?”

“Hatter would not allow this,” Mira commented. “If he were alive, he would not have allowed this.”

Niragi chuckled as he walked over to Hatter, standing beside Ann. “But he’s not alive. Is he?” The hit Hatter’s face with his gun, causing you to gasp. You looked away. “The dead really have no say as to what’s going on. Watch.” He hit him again and again, and again. “See.” He continued to hit him until Aguni spoke up.

“That’s enough.” Niragi straightened up and walked over to stand by Aguni’s side. His eyes are on you and Chishiya. The two of you were standing close together. “From this day onwards, I will be the Beach’s new king.”

Niragi let out a sigh. “Yeah, let’s hear it for the King, huh?” He asked as he clapped his hands. Though he was the only one. A part of you felt bad, so you did a small clap, which caused Niragi to grin at you. “Good girl.” Oh, now was not the time for that. He then turned to Aguni. “Okay, boss. Time for the succession ceremony, right? Maybe you should open up the black envelope.” He said as he turned to face Aguni.

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Chishiya was happy to hear about that. This meant that the plan could move forward. Everything was falling into place, and by the look on Niragi’s face, he knew it too. They knew the best time to act would be when Aguni gives his speech in the annex. The opening of the black letter would take place. However, after that and just before Aguni’s speech, the three of you were able to slip away.

Chishiya leant against a wall, looking at the two of you. “Did you have to go that far?” He asked Niragi. The taller male shrugged. “Don’t be like that, you loved it. I saw it written in your pretty eyes.” Niragi told him. You let out a soft giggle at them, causing them both to look at you. You gently grabbed their hands. “Did you have to threaten everyone?" You asked Niragi, who nodded confidently.

"Are you sure this is going to work?” You asked the two. You had to ask. Just one more time. Niragi let out a small sigh. "Yes. It'll work." Chishiya let out a small sigh. “I’m sure. Niragi will be with Aguni, I’ll make sure the pawn is in place to be caught. I need you to make sure everything is ready to go. As soon as I get those cards, we’re out of here. Tonight.”

You nodded. Though you didn’t like that he wasn’t telling you who the pawn was. You had a suspicion, though you hoped you were wrong. “Alright. I’ll see you two back in our room after this, okay?” You gently kissed Chishiya before turning and kissing Niragi. You smiled at the two and shook your head. “Be quick. I’m missing you both already.” You told them with a teasing wink before you walked off.

Niragi and Chishiya watched you walk away. You were heading to your shared room, ready to make sure everything was packed. The two turned and walked to the annex. Chishiya got ready to get into position. “Be careful, alright?” Niragi said. Chishiya nodded his head. “I will. Just be ready. Once Arisu is in position, I’ll come get Aguni.” The coast was clear and the two shared a quick kiss. “See you soon, pretty boy.” With that, the two parted ways. Both are ready for the plan to take place. Both were ready to get to you as soon as they could, so the three of you and Kuina could leave the beach.

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╰┈➤ 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! 🤍

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gyaruhana · 2 months ago

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Hiiiii! If it isn’t to much of a bother could I maybe request Yandere Niragi headcanons?

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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,"

#xaeinfinity #alice in boderland x reader #alice in borderland #suguru niragi #niragi alice in borderland #niragi suguru #aib niragi #niragi x reader #aib

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ankababy · 3 days ago

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A Home (part 23)

Part 1 Part 22

Chishiya x reader x Niragi

Finally someone who sees your potential.

Then, still in the middle of the party, a guy came towards you. He was an executive, someone important in the Beach’s little hierarchy, but he wasn’t someone you needed to know deeply. Not yet, at least.

“Niragi.” the guy started, his voice smooth. “There’s an executive meeting called. Hatter wants you there. He also requested that—” His eyes flicked to you. “—you join us.”

You felt a little spark of excitement. You didn’t know what the meeting was about or why Hatter wanted you specifically there, but your curiosity was piqued. Plus, there was something thrilling about being called into a room full of power, to be part of whatever they were planning. And if it involved you, well, you were always up for it.

“Great.” Niragi muttered under his breath, barely loud enough for anyone to hear, but you did. You always did.

The guy just stood there, silent for a moment longer, before a sigh slipped past his lips.

“You happy now?” Niragi muttered, voice low. It wasn’t a question aimed at you, not really.

You nodded cheerfully, too oblivious or too excited to notice the tension in his voice. “Yeah, of course!” you said, your smile bright and infectious as always.

The executive glanced at you briefly again, clearly a little surprised at how easily you took the news. He probably expected you to hesitate, question the sudden call, maybe even challenge the order. But no.

Niragi, though, didn’t seem to share your enthusiasm. He looked away, his jaw tightening, and you could practically feel his mood souring by the second.

“Fine.” he said finally, his voice dripping with something close to sarcasm.

But the way he said it didn’t sound like he meant it. It sounded like he was resigned to something he didn’t want to deal with. You saw the corner of his lip curl, a little sneer forming, but he made no attempt to fight the order.

The executive didn’t seem to care about Niragi’s attitude, nodding. “Good. We’ll be waiting for you both in the meeting room.” he said, then turned and walked off without another word.

Niragi let out another annoyed sigh. This one was louder, and the scowl on his face deepened. You couldn’t quite figure out why he was so upset. The fact that you were called too, or something else entirely?

“I don’t know why I bother.” he muttered under his breath, too low for anyone else to hear, but loud enough for you to catch.

You tilted your head, sensing the weird shift in his mood, but you didn’t say anything. You didn’t want to poke at it. Instead, you flashed a smile.

“Come on. It’ll be fun.” you said lightly.

He didn’t respond immediately. Just a sneer before he rubbed the back of his neck, irritated. He didn’t want to go. That much was obvious. But it didn’t matter. He had to.

You smiled at him and took a step closer, ready to head off.

Niragi followed as if the entire situation was a chore he couldn’t avoid, but it wasn’t like you cared about his mood—at least not right now. There was an adventure waiting ahead of you, and you weren’t going to let anything, least of all Niragi’s grumpy attitude, get in the way of it.

You were seated in Niragi’s chair again. He just stood behind you, close enough to cast a shadow over your shoulder, hovering over the Beach’s favorite little sunbeam.

You didn’t belong here, not really. Not by title, not by rank. But you were there.

Dressed in pale pink and still damp from the pool, legs crossed delicately, your hair pulled back in a messy clip that somehow made you look even more ethereal, you sat like you didn’t have the faintest idea how much power you suddenly had. There was the unmistakable shape of Niragi’s teeth on your collarbone, half-visible just under the strap of your swimsuit. No one commented on it. No one had to.

Your presence was a statement.

Everyone watched you, and of course, Hatter himself. Eyes flicking between everyone but always returning to you. He was smiling, as he often did, that same half-manic, half-enlightened grin that made people both love and fear him.

“Quite the turnout.” Hatter said, finally, as he spread his arms like a showman presenting his finale. “And with a new guest of honor.”

He gestured to you, and several eyes—again—cut toward the bite on your collarbone.

You smiled, sweetly, innocently, as if the eyes crawling over your skin didn’t mean anything. As if you didn’t feel Niragi standing behind you, hands twitching slightly, like he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to pull your chair back or punch a hole through the wall.

“Thanks for inviting me.” you said, chipper, folding your hands neatly on the table. You sounded like someone who’d just been asked to tea. Not like someone sitting in on a meeting of killers and tacticians.

Mira let out a soft laugh, delighted. “You’re very composed.”

You tilted your head slightly. “I just like knowing things.” you said. “And I’m pretty good at listening.”

At that, Chishiya shifted slightly, just enough to glance at you out of the corner of his eye. No smile. But there was something else. Recognition. You were good at listening. Too good. He hadn’t decided yet if that was a problem.

“I thought this was a strategy meeting.” Aguni grunted, leaning forward. “Not a tea party.”

Aguni, c’mon, we know you like Y/N too. Who doesn’t?

Ann cut him a quick look but said nothing. She was watching you too carefully to interrupt.

“It is.” Hatter said, still smiling. “But the girl’s proved herself useful. Delivering messages, gathering intel, talking to the right people. She’s got connections that none of us do. Even the dumb ones like her.” He winked at you, and you laughed, like it really was a tea party.

But Niragi—behind you—did not laugh. He just shifted, once.

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. Not for you, anyway. You were too busy watching everyone, your big eyes bouncing from face to face, absorbing everything. The games, the plays, the war behind every line of dialogue. You had no idea what cards they were playing, but you were the one everyone was looking at, and wasn’t that something?

Chishiya leaned forward slightly, his eyes on Hatter. “What’s the purpose of this meeting?”

Hatter clapped his hands once, sharply. “To make sure we’re all on the same page. Card collection. Border progress. Internal control.”

You listened. You weren’t dumb. You leaned back just a bit, letting your shoulder rest against the armrest of Niragi’s chair, unconsciously claiming space like you had every right to be there.

And Niragi stayed behind you.

He hated this. Not you. Never you. But the way people looked at you. The way Hatter smiled at you like he owned your time. The way Mira cooed at you like you were a doll she could pick apart at the seams. The way Chishiya’s eyes lingered too long. Niragi wanted to put a bullet between everyone’s eyes.

But he said nothing.

Because none of them, not even him, could take their eyes off you.

The meeting rolled on from that point. Hatter spoke in half preacher, half CEO.

You sat there, legs crossed, arms neatly folded in your lap, nodding when appropriate, silent and smiling as though you belonged in every room like this. And in a way, you did. You had that impossible, golden kind of presence—one that made people listen to you, not because of power or fear, but because you meant it when you spoke. Because your eyes never lied, and your mouth always had something sweet to say, even when everything around you was violent and twisted.

But that didn’t mean you were stupid.

Far from it.

You watched everyone. Every twitch, every blink, every little tell from every person around the table.

You loved them. All of them, in different ways. Not romantically, not really—though the lines blurred there, didn’t they?

Especially with those two.

Chishiya and Niragi.

Your boys. Your… favorite tragedies.

You knew what they were. Not in some naive, cutesy way—but deeply, intimately. You understood them better than they thought. Maybe better than they did.

You had seen that crack in Chishiya. The one he didn’t want to show. When you fell asleep beside him back at the apartment, or held his hand in the hallway, or smiled too long while asking him therapist questions. He wasn’t made for soft things like you. And yet… he didn’t pull away. Not really. Because maybe some part of him wanted to be studied by you. He just wanted to be understood. He longed to be understood.

And Niragi—fuck. Rage and need, teetering on the edge of self-destruction. He was sick in the head and he knew it, used it like a weapon. He didn’t understand softness, but he understood you. You who were soft but not weak. Gentle but not passive. You didn’t flinch from him. You touched his face like he was a boy who maybe just wanted to be loved.

That fucked him up worse than anything.

So yeah. You watched the room with wide, sparkly eyes like you were a butterfly in a war room. But you were playing the game too. Just in your own way.

Hatter leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers behind his head as he spoke, “We’re close. One day, we’ll have enough cards to make our final push.”

“Final push for what?” you asked, voice soft, genuinely curious.

There was a pause. Not tense.

“To complete the deck.” Kuzuryu said evenly. “To see what happens.”

“To win.” Hatter said, eyes gleaming. “Whatever that means. Emigrate.”

You nodded, processing, your mind working even as you smiled. You glanced over at Chishiya. He was watching Hatter with the same look he might give a poorly written math problem. Dismissive. Already moving five steps ahead.

Niragi leaned forward slightly behind you, hands braced on the back of the chair. You could feel the heat of him.

The conversation moved to logistics. Manpower. Intel. Control. You let it wash over you, tucking away every detail, cataloging expressions, voices, like a librarian.

You were happy here, in a weird, broken kind of way. Among the chaos. Among these monsters and maniacs. You never quite fit in with the normal world anyway. You were too much of something. Too soft, too kind, too weird, too alive.

But here?

Here you were worshiped. Or wanted. Or both.

And even if they didn’t say it—Chishiya and Niragi both wanted you. In different ways. In dark ways.

Niragi wanted to own you, protect you like a rabid dog guarding the one hand that didn’t hit him. You were the only softness in his scorched world, the only thing he didn’t want to destroy. And that terrified him more than anything.

Chishiya didn’t want to care about you. But he did. You were this beautiful mess of feelings and chaos, all the things he’d surgically removed from himself to survive. And now? He was starting to wonder if maybe he’d made a mistake.

The meeting began to wind down, voices growing quieter, more tired. Hatter gave a final flourish with his hands, “Well, then. Let’s keep the pieces moving. And let’s hope we survive long enough to see the end.”

People stood. Some filed out. Others lingered.

You stayed seated a moment longer, glancing up at Niragi with a little grin, tilting your head. “You okay?”

He didn’t answer, just looked down at you with eyes like gasoline fire and something else. Something that scared him too much to name.

You stood, slowly, smoothing your light skirt(AN: I see Y/N always wearing some light, see thru, pretty clothing above the bikini. Just to be cute.) giving a nod to the rest of the room. “Thanks for letting me sit in.”

“You can sit in again.” Hatter said, clearly pleased.

“She’s not a fucking executive.” Niragi muttered under his breath.

But he didn’t stop you.

You had started to turn, your soft smile ready for anyone else you passed on the way out, ready to float back into the madness outside and play the same part you always played—kind, beautiful. But then—

“Not you.” Hatter said smoothly. “Stay.”

And just like that, the air in the room changed.

Every pair of eyes landed on you again. Yours flicked up, curious, but not confused. If anything, you looked almost pleased to be asked. You turned back, gently as always, your expression bright and open.

Niragi’s jaw twitched.

Chishiya didn’t move a muscle, but you could feel it.

“Alone.” Hatter clarified, flicking his gaze lazily to the rest of the room.

No one protested. No one dared—not even Niragi, who, for a second, looked like he might say something. But Hatter didn’t even glance his way. He didn’t have to. Power bent the space around him like gravity. And Niragi might be the firestarter, but even fire needed oxygen. Hatter was the one who decided who breathed here.

Niragi rolled his eyes and scoffed under his breath, turning on his heel. Chishiya didn’t look at you—just shoved his hands into his pockets and slipped out like a shadow. You watched them both go, not saying a word, not asking them to stay.

You knew better. Knew when not to interfere. You were sweet, not stupid.

And once the door clicked shut, the world felt like it had changed color. The stillness was different now. Warmer. Stranger.

You turned your gaze back to Hatter, smiling softly as you stepped forward, your little platform sandals making little quiet noises against the floor. You didn’t sit in the chair again. You slid onto the table instead—right in front of him, ankles crossed, skirt falling neatly over your knees.

“You wanted to talk to me?” you asked.

“I always want to talk to you.” Hatter said, smiling like a man who had everything. “But yes. This time, specifically.”

You tilted your head, all attention. “About what?”

He leaned back. “You’re very loved, you know.”

Your eyebrows lifted, but you didn’t answer right away. Your hands rested beside you on the smooth tabletop, the bite mark on your collarbone visible like some badge.

“You’re like sunshine in this godless place,” he continued. “and sunshine is dangerous when you’re trying to control the weather.”

You smiled gently. “That was poetic.”

“I’m a poetic man.”

“I think you’re an ambitious man.”

“And what do you think you are?”

You paused. Thought about it. “I think I don’t fully understand everything.” you said honestly. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not watching.”

Hatter’s smile was warm. “I don’t underestimate you, little star.”

“I don’t underestimate you either.”

He studied you for a long moment, eyes roaming your face. You didn’t flinch under the weight of it. You didn’t try to flirt or joke your way out of the tension like you did with so many others. Here, you were open. Still sweet. But still.

“Do you love them?” he asked suddenly. Not cruelly. Not sharply. Just… honestly. The way one might ask about the weather.

You didn’t pretend not to understand.

Your lips curved softly. “I do.” you said. “I think I could love anyone, if they gave me enough time.”

“And if they’re monsters?”

“Then I’ll find something in them that isn’t.” you said, lifting your eyes. “Even if it’s just a tiny piece.”

Hatter exhaled, like the answer pleased him.

There was a pause. One where he didn’t speak, and neither did you.

“You don’t belong to anyone, do you?” Hatter asked.

“No.” you said.

He nodded, slow, thoughtful. “But they want you to. Both of them.”

You gave the tiniest shrug, your eyes flicking to the door. “Let them want. I’m not something to put in a cage.”

Another pause. And then, a laugh. Low and genuine. “You’re going to burn this whole place down, aren’t you?”

Your smiled, soft and honest. “I hope not. I like it here.”

You just let the quiet settle again, your legs swinging gently off the table, brushing the polished surface like a child on a park bench, casual and harmless and completely disarming.

Hatter hadn’t moved either, head slightly tilted as if you were something fascinating in a museum. Not to possess, no—he knew better than to believe you could ever be possessed. But maybe… to keep close. To admire.

“You’re thinking something.” you said softly.

“I’m always thinking something.”

You tilted your head in that gentle, playful way you did—and your eyes turned a little sharper. A little brighter. You let your fingers trail across the edge of the table, like you were tracing out invisible thoughts in the wood.

“I could teach you something.” you said, as though offering a cookie.

He raised a brow, amused. “Oh? What’s that?”

“How to get what you want without making people feel like they’re being taken.” you said sweetly. “How to make them love you for it.”

“I already know how to manipulate people, sweetheart.” he said, smiling as he sat up straighter.

“Mm, I know. But you do it like a king, not like a god.” You paused. “Kings command. Gods are adored.”

That made him still. You could see it—the flicker in his expression, the small curl of interest tightening at the corners of his mouth. He didn’t laugh at that. Didn’t wave it off.

You turned slightly to face him better, leaning forward on your hands just a little, eyes wide. “You’ve got the power.” you said. “You’ve got the clothes and the voice and the throne. You’re magnetic, Hatter. But you’re also trying too hard.”

He let out a quiet, amused breath. “So I’m not a god yet?”

“No.” you said, with that gentle kindness you always carried. “But you could be.”

The silence that followed hung between you like a held breath. And then, slowly, like it was the most natural thing in the world, he reached out and placed his hand on your thigh.

Just above the knee.

And you didn’t move away. Your body remained soft, warm, calm. You didn’t even blink. Your eyes simply dropped to his hand, then up to his face again. Still smiling.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t justify it.

You just laughed a little under your breath and said, “See? You’re already using the tools I’m handing you.”

His fingers tensed slightly. “You think this is a tool?”

“I think everything is a tool.” you replied easily. “Words. Looks. Hands. Especially hands.”

And for a long moment, neither of you spoke. His fingers remained there, unmoving. Your leg stayed relaxed under his touch. And your eyes—so wide and sweet—were not innocent at all.

You weren’t flirting. Not really. You weren’t manipulating him either, not the way others might think. What you were doing was far more subtle. You were showing him the blueprint. Of people. Of power. Of what worked.

You were still just being sweet, helping him. Helping him to get what he wants.

“Tell me,” you said, gently. “what are you really trying to build here?”

“A kingdom.” he answered. No hesitation.

“And what’s a kingdom without people who’d die for their king?”

He smiled, slow and strange. “You think I should be loved?”

“I think if you want to last, you’ll have to be.”

“And you?” he asked, voice dropping a fraction. “Would you die for me?”

“No.” you said. “But I’d make everyone else want to.”

God, you were terrifying in the kindest way.

He exhaled like you’d just opened a new door in his mind. And still, his hand stayed where it was—not moving, not pushing, just… resting. Warm.

“You should smile more.” you told him kindly. “You’ve got a really good smile. But people are scared of it.”

“They should be.”

You giggled. “Maybe. But wouldn’t it be more fun if they smiled with you while you crushed them?”

He actually laughed then. Low and real.

Another silence. Comfortable this time.

Then, you turned your head slightly and said, “If I were you, I’d move that blonde executive guy piece soon. I don’t know his name, but you sure do. He’s good, but he’ll waver if you let him sit too long. He’s restless.”

“And what about you?” he asked, voice dipped in curiosity again. “What would you do with you?”

You smiled. “I’d give me attention. Trust. A little space to feel important.”

“Anything else?”

You looked him right in the eyes. “Nothing else.”

He didn’t reply. Just looked at you. Maybe for the first time, he was seeing you—really seeing you—for what you were.

A field of poppies that made men sleep forever.

The softest threat in the world.

He stood then, offering you a hand. “Go on, little star.” he said. “Go shine on someone else.”

You took it, light as a feather. “Thank you.” you said sweetly, standing with grace. “I like talking to you.”

He bent down, just slightly, and kissed the back of your hand. Not flirtation. Not seduction. Respect.

“You’ll do fine.” you said sweetly. “But if you need help… you know where to find me.”

And with that, you turned and left—the door swinging closed behind you like the end of an era.

He didn’t stop you.

He just stood there, thinking of gods.

Niragi was leaning against the wall when you stepped out. Just to the right of the door, half-shadowed by the dim hallway light. Gun over his shoulder, like he hadn’t been waiting at all. But you knew better.

Niragi didn’t wait for people.

He hunted them.

But there he was. Waiting. For you.

You smiled—so soft, so damn sweet it could knock the wind out of someone if they weren’t braced for it. The kind of smile that made people want to be good. Or worse, pretend they already were.

“There you are.” you said gently, like he wasn’t the one who had been lingering in the hallway like a phantom for who-knows-how-long. “Did you hear anything through the door? Are you here to interrogate me?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just looked at you with something tight in his jaw, like the sight of you physically hurt. His eyes dropped to the faint red bite mark on your collarbone, still visible above the fabric of your bikini top and your little throw-on wrap.

He put that there. And it looked so good on you.

“Wasn’t eavesdropping.” he muttered, pushing off the wall. “Not my style.”

You tilted your head. “Sure it is. You just make it look cooler.”

He didn’t even crack a smirk. He looked annoyed you knew him that well. Like that was more intimate than anything physical could be.

You started walking, and he followed. Of course he did.

He always did.

You didn’t look back, but you knew his footsteps by now.

“Were you bored while I was inside?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder finally, all cheek and light.

He didn’t say anything for a second, just walked beside you now. Closer than before. Your arms brushed once. His eyes flicked to that spot like it betrayed something.

“…What did he want?”

You glanced up at him. “Hatter?”

“No, the fuckin’ frog on your table.” he said dryly. “Yes, Hatter.”

“He wanted to talk. Just me and him.”

Niragi’s tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. His jaw flexed, hands curling slightly at his sides. But you kept your voice soft, disarming.

“He likes me.” you added gently. “That’s all.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” he muttered under his breath.

You reached out suddenly, without thinking, and touched his hand. Just your fingertips grazing over his knuckles.

“And you don’t?” you asked, lips curving.

He jerked his hand away, barely. But not in the usual way—not violent or disgusted, just… scared. Like you burned hotter than his own fire and it terrified him how much he wanted to stay close to it.

“Don’t start with me.” he warned.

“I’m not starting anything.” you said, walking again. “You came to me.”

He didn’t deny it.

You were the sun. You were the goddamn sun in this place. And he hated it. Hated that you made his teeth grit just by existing. That you smiled at other people and meant it. That you touched him like he was something good.

He hated that he wanted to be good, just for you.

He hated how impossible that was.

“Let’s walk a little more.” you said softly, brushing your shoulder into his.

He let you. Didn’t snap. Didn’t move away.

You kept talking, not about the meeting, not about the cards, not about plans. You talked about the shape of the clouds outside the window earlier. About how the light hit the pool just right this morning, like glass. You told him weren’t sure what you’d do if your frog and lobster started fighting.

He listened. He really did. He didn’t say much, but you felt it in the way his walking matched yours now. In how his shoulders relaxed by a fraction. In how his eyes flicked sideways at you and stayed there longer than they should have.

“The bite.” he said suddenly. “Everyone fucking saw it.”

You looked down at it and gently pressed your fingers to the bruised skin, then smiled. “Oh. That. Well, yeah. You left it. What, want me to put a Band Aid over it?”

He looked like he wanted to snarl. Or maybe drag you into the nearest wall. Not to hurt you—no. He’d never hurt you. But to claim something. Make it impossible for people to look at you without remembering who got there first.

“You shouldn’t let people stare.” he muttered.

“They stare no matter what.” you said softly.

You were right. Of course you were.

Everyone stared. Everyone wanted you.

And he knew, deep in that fucked-up little heart of his, that you were too much for this place. Too good. Too soft. Too fucking perfect.

But still, somehow, you walked beside him.

Like he was worthy of that.

Like you chose it.

And Niragi had never been chosen. Not once. Not until now.

He didn’t reach for your hand. He couldn’t.

But he walked beside you, and when you bumped your shoulder into him again—barely, barely there—he didn’t move away. He stayed close. Like he’d burn down the world if you asked.

And maybe you would. You, with your laugh and your little frog.

Maybe one day you’d ask.

And he’d be ready.

You didn’t say anything for a little while. Just walked.

The hallways were nearly empty now, the moon and the party lights bleeding in through the windows, but you glowed more. And Niragi walked beside you like some fucking feral animal on a leash made of pink ribbons and sugar—and he hated it, and he loved it, and he hated that he loved it.

The way your fingers brushed the walls sometimes as you passed. The way your hair bounced a little with every step. The way you hummed under your breath, no real tune, just the sound of you filling up the silence.

He could’ve killed you for that.

He could’ve dropped to his knees.

He could’ve done both in the same second.

He stole a glance at you—not a glance, really. It was more like a gaze, hungry and territorial and scared all at once. You didn’t notice. You were too busy rambling again, about how the ceiling tiles were weirdly shaped in one hallway and how the water in the kitchen tap tasted slightly like lavender, and that you thought someone had stolen one of your lip glosses, but it was okay because you had, like, five more in your drawer.

And every single word felt like you were threading soft little thorns through his ribcage, stringing them tighter and tighter until he could barely breathe.

He wanted to ruin you. No—cover you. Drown you in him, like his mark on your collarbone wasn’t nearly enough. He wanted to rip your sweet voice in half with his mouth. To be the only one you talked to like that. To be the only one who got to see your stupid little smile.

He thought about your room. That big fancy space he got you, and you somehow made soft and warm with your dumb frog tank and your glittery hair clips and your weird fucking lobster.

He thought about the way your perfume smelled on his clothes after he touched you.

He thought about you in that fucking bikini. Not just how you looked in it—fuck, you looked good—but the fact that you smiled like that at someone else while wearing it. The way other people looked at you like you were some prize, like they had a chance. Like they could even dream of being wanted by you.

He wanted to break all of them. Right in front of you.

Not because he didn’t want you to talk to people—no, he liked that. He loved that. Loved watching people orbit you, beg for your attention, try to make you laugh. Because in the end, it was always him you walked back to.

Niragi—violent, blood-coated, trigger-happy Niragi—was utterly owned by someone soft. By someone who could spend the morning naming her animals and the evening giving advice to the most powerful man on the Beach, and still find time to pat him on the chest like he was something worth touching.

He was diseased with it.

You were beautiful. Not just in your face or your body—he didn’t give a shit about that kind of beautiful. It was in the way you made people around you human, even the ones who didn’t deserve to be.

You were the only soft thing in this place he didn’t want to destroy.

He hated that, too.

“Hey.” you said, breaking the silence again. “You’re quiet.”

He blinked, dragged himself back from whatever sick shrine of you he’d just built in his head. “You’re loud.”

You laughed. “Fair. Where are we going?”

He didn’t even know.

Didn’t care.

“Anywhere.” he said.

You nodded like that was good enough. Like walking next to a loaded gun with a god complex was your daily treat. Like you weren’t just safe, but right here.

Like you belonged.

And Niragi felt it again—that twist in his stomach, the sharp ache of wanting something he didn’t think he was supposed to have. Not even sex. You. The way you looked at him like he wasn’t broken beyond repair. The way you touched him like it was okay that he was a fucking monster.

You weren’t stupid.

You knew what he was.

And you still smiled at him like this.

He clenched his jaw, turned his head so you wouldn’t see whatever expression was about to crawl up his face. It wasn’t a smile. Wasn’t a frown. It was something monstrous and devoted and absolutely feral. Like something rabid guarding its first real treasure.

“You okay?” you asked softly, catching it anyway.

No. He wasn’t. Not even close.

But he looked down at you and nodded.

He wasn’t gentle. Not with anyone. Not with anything.

He barked, spit, bit, dragged people by the collar when he wanted something. Respect, loyalty, obedience—he took it all through fear. Controlled it. Crushed it. That was how you stayed on top here. You didn’t ask for space. You carved it out with bullets and bodies.

You had never lifted a weapon. You never needed to.

You never needed to. (Unless he was the one who put it in your hands)

Because the world carved itself out for you.

And Niragi… he was part of that world now, folding for you in ways he didn’t understand and didn’t want to look at too hard. Because when you smiled at him—when you tilted your head, glowing dumb and soft and sweet like it wasn’t him standing there, like you didn’t know what he’d done with those hands—it made something in him kneel.

And he hated it.

But he couldn’t stop.

The way he let you slide into his seat at the executive meeting, legs crossed as if you belonged there—that should’ve pissed him off. That should’ve made him grab you by the wrist and pull you away, because that was his. His chair. His name. His place.

But he didn’t.

He just stood behind you, teeth grinding, eyes locked on the soft curve of your back, your shoulders, that ridiculous collarbone he’d marked with his own mouth like a wild fucking animal. He hadn’t even realized what he was doing when he let you sit—it was automatic.

It was instinct.

Any other girl, he’d have dragged back up by her hair. But you? He stood behind you like you were something sacred, like you were meant to be looked at.

Worshipped.

And when someone talked over you during that meeting—someone who clearly didn’t understand that you were there because the king said so—Niragi’s hand had twitched toward his gun.

Just a twitch.

But it was real.

He didn’t pull it, because you were there.

Because you were the only leash that ever sat comfortably around his throat.

You could say something as dumb as “lobster” and suddenly the chaos in his brain would quiet like a lullaby. He didn’t understand it. Couldn’t wrap his head around it. You were nothing like him—not cold, not cruel, not jagged and cracked from the inside out.

And maybe that was why he couldn’t stop looking.

Because in a place like this you were still soft. Still smiling. Still offering advice to Hatter, and you were sweet enough to kiss someone’s cheek after a win.

And Niragi?

He wanted to fall apart under your hands.

He wanted to press his forehead to your stomach and stay there.

He wanted to crawl inside your skin and make sure no one else could have you.

He didn’t say that, obviously.

No. What he said was—“You always talk this much?”

And you’d smiled—beamed, really—and said, “Only when I like the company.”

He didn’t know what to do with that.

Didn’t know what to do with the way that made his stomach twist and clench and ache, like you’d laced something sharp and warm through his ribs and yanked.

So he said nothing. Let the words rot in his mouth like cherries gone too sweet.

But the truth?

He would’ve killed for you.

He would’ve lined the entire Beach with bodies and fire if someone so much as made you cry.

And not just because you were beautiful.

Not just because you looked good in that ridiculous bikini, soft and glowing and untouchable.

But because you were his beautiful.

You just didn’t know it yet.

And maybe he didn’t know how to tell you.

But his actions did. His silence behind your chair. The way he let you tug him by the wrist like he was just another pretty accessory to your night. The fact that he hadn’t blown any guy’s face off for looking at you wrong.

You didn’t know what it meant when a man like Niragi let you do something.

But he did.

And it was terrifying.

Because the thing about monsters is they don’t give—they keep. They cage. They burn anything that tries to take what’s theirs.

And Niragi was a monster, through and through.

But for you?

He might’ve become a temple.

One that worshipped quietly, obsessively, and with loaded guns.

And all you had to do was smile.

Worship. What a dumb word.

Niragi thought it tasted cheap. Too soft on the tongue, too close to the things he hated—kneeling, begging, bleeding for something other than violence. He was a fucking killer, not a monk. And yet, there was no other word that truly fit the way he looked at you.

Worship. Obsession. Possession.

Take your pick.

He’d never call it that out loud. He’d rather put a bullet through his own skull than admit it in those terms. But the way his hands twitched when someone looked at you too long, the way he watched you from doorways, from balconies, from shadows with the cigarette burning down between his fingers… yeah.

It was worship.

Chishiya did it too. You just didn’t see it. He wore his devotion with a scalpel’s precision—never touching, never speaking it, but letting it hang in the air between you both. You didn’t even need to smile at him. Just exist. That was enough.

And Kuina—poor fucking Kuina—she tried not to want it. She really did. But even she wasn’t immune to that gravitational pull you carried around with you. The softness. The goddamn glow. The way you touched people like they weren’t already covered in blood and ruin.

But only one of them had you now. And it was Niragi.

You stood wrapped in his blanket on his balcony, the air clinging to your skin, hair messy from sleep, eyes squinting at the soft sunlight. You looked human. Not otherworldly, not the usual radiant little thing floating through the halls of the Beach like the goddamn messiah. Just… you.

And for a moment, he hated how much he liked that.

He smoked without speaking, elbows leaned on the cold metal railing, the cigarette barely staying in his fingers from how hard his grip was clenched. You stood next to him, barefoot, sleepy, the blanket hanging off your shoulder in a way that showed off the curve of your neck—the same one he’d bitten last night with too much hunger and not enough shame.

The mark was there. Still red. Still his.

You hadn’t tried to hide it.

And fuck, that did something to him.

He didn’t talk, but you did. Of course you did.

You always talked. About the seagulls. About how the sky looked different from this side of the building. About how you liked the breeze and how it smelled like soap and salt and something old. About how his room was “so unfairly nice.”

And how you’d looked for him this morning.

He had no idea what to do with that information.

You told him you’d padded through the halls, looking for him. Him. Of all people. With your arms folded over your chest, still half-asleep. And when you found him in his room, he let you in.

That’s how you ended up here. On his balcony. Wearing his blanket. Talking too much.

And he let you. Because it was you.

He kept his eyes trained on the horizon. Pretended he wasn’t listening when you mentioned saving another bug. Or when you said you’d been thinking of naming the frog. Or when you asked, very seriously, if lobsters had dreams.

You were insane. And perfect.

“Hey.” Your voice cut through the quiet again. Soft, curious. Always curious. “Can I have one of those?” You nodded at the cigarette.

He scoffed, finally glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. “You don’t smoke.”

“Maybe I do.” you said, wiggling your brows, which made him nearly choke on the drag he just took. You looked at him again, more carefully this time, and asked: “You okay?”

What a dumb question.

But coming from you?

It was like prayer.

He didn’t answer. He never really did. But his hand reached out and tugged the blanket a little higher around your shoulders, then flicked his half-finished cigarette off the balcony like he was done pretending he cared about anything other than the warmth of you standing next to him.

“‘Course I’m okay.” His voice was rough. “You’re here.”

You smiled.

And it was that same look again—the one that made his stomach turn inside out and his brain go fucking static. Like he couldn’t even hold onto his thoughts long enough to feel anything but this—the heat of you, the sound of you breathing, the idea that you came looking for him.

God, what a weak fucking thing to admit.

But maybe, under it all, that was what worship really was.

Letting someone see the worst parts of you and still wanting them to stay.

Even if you didn’t know what you were doing to him.

Even if you never said it.

You were doing it anyway.

He scoffed, turning his face away.

“No.” he muttered. “You can’t have a fucking cigarette.”

The refusal wasn’t cruel. Just blunt. That signature Niragi harshness that never really went away, but right now it didn’t bite the same. It was lower, closer to annoyed worry than rage. And you blinked, caught off guard by the answer. Not by the no, but by the softness underneath it, buried.

“Why not?” you asked. You were holding the blanket around you like a cape, standing barefoot next to him, sunlight hitting your hair and that sleepy tilt to your mouth. You weren’t really challenging him—you just liked asking questions. It was who you were. Always reaching, always curious, always wanting to know people, even the ones who didn’t want to be known.

He looked at you from the side, jaw tense. A quiet beat passed.

“It kills.” he said. And then, with less bite: “It was you who wanted me to stop, no?”

Your face shifted. Genuinely surprised now. You blinked again, softer this time, and tilted your head like you were playing the moment back in your mind. Yeah… yeah, you did tell him that once.

And he remembered.

He remembered.

“Oh.” you said, voice gentle now. “I wasn’t serious about the cigarette. I just wanted to try one. But okay.”

You didn’t ask again. Didn’t pout or whine or try to pry it from his hand. You just stood there, blanket swaying against your calves, as content as ever. If anything, your smile got a little brighter. The fact that he remembered what you said—that you’d gotten through to him, even a little—was enough to make you feel warm all the way through.

And Niragi… Niragi hated how good that made him feel.

Because he did remember. He remembered everything you said to him. Every tiny thing you ever did. How you tapped your fingers against your leg when you were anxious. How you always turned around when someone called your name, even when it wasn’t for you. How you never said someone’s name without softening your voice, just a little.

He hated that he knew all this. That he cared.

He leaned back against the railing again, letting the silence take up space between you, but he couldn’t stop watching you. That fucking blanket, swallowing you whole. Your bare legs. The ghost of his bite mark still shining red against your skin like a goddamn brand. The way your hair fluttered in the morning.

He wasn’t afraid of death. Never had been. He’d stared it down more times than he could count. But you—you made him scared of a different kind of ending.

One where you weren’t standing here anymore.

One where you stopped looking at him like that.

He growled low under his breath, trying to shake the thoughts off. The softness. The panic. He could kill a man with a flick of his wrist but couldn’t handle the way his chest squeezed when you did something as simple as smile at him.

What the fuck had you done to him?

You stretched your arms high above your head like a cat, yawning so hard your eyes watered, and mumbled, “M’gonna steal your food if you have anything in your mini fridge.”

He didn’t say no. He never said no to you.

“Help yourself.” he grumbled.

And you padded off inside, dragging his blanket across the floor behind you.

He watched you disappear.

Lit another cigarette.

And didn’t take a single drag.

The sunlight danced off the water behind you as you went up to Kuina and Chishiya at the pool, glittering against your skin, and the oversized black sunglasses sliding down your nose only made you look more otherworldly.

Kuina spotted you first. She always did. Her eyes caught the movement, tracked the sway of your hips, the way your towel bounced at your thighs, your wet hair twisted up into a lazy bun that still somehow looked good. But it was Chishiya who stiffened.

Because you were heading straight for him.

You didn’t even hesitate. Just closed the distance. And then you were there.

Clinging.

Your arms slipped around one of Chishiya’s, wrapping around him like ivy. Soft and secure. You leaned your head on his shoulder for a second, just long enough to let your affection settle into his skin, before straightening up again, tugging him down a little by the arm.

You were practically whispering when you spoke. “How’s the plan? Any updates? Or is that top secret info still?” Your voice was quiet, but full of that same lighthearted charm, like you were gossiping and not whispering about literal treason.

He didn’t pull away.

He should’ve pulled away.

Instead, Chishiya just glanced down at you, mouth a flat line, and for a moment Kuina saw something in his eyes. Something soft and sharp and possessive, and for once, it wasn’t hiding. She looked away quickly, trying not to feel that pang behind her ribs. Because she was your friend. She didn’t want to be bitter. But fuck, it was getting hard not to be.

Chishiya kept his voice low. “We might have a shift. Something in motion soon. But not here. Not with all these ears.”

You nodded like it made sense, eyes flicking around the pool. You knew better than to think you weren’t being watched. You were always being watched.

You turned slightly, adjusting your grip on Chishiya’s arm like you didn’t even notice the way his shoulders tensed under your touch.

“Okay.” you whispered. “Just wanted to make sure you weren’t ditching me because you’ve already fled the Beach and I didn’t get the memo.”

Kuina snorted, her arms crossing over her chest. “If we were gonna ditch, we’d at least take the lobster with us.”

You beamed, bright and full of delight, because you loved when they remembered your pets. “He’s doing great, actually. Started kicking the frog’s rocks around yesterday. Power move, honestly.”

Chishiya raised a single brow. “Did you name him yet?”

“I’m waiting for him to tell me.” you said, completely serious. “You don’t just name a lobster. That’s disrespectful. You wait. You listen.”

Kuina smiled behind her hand. Chishiya didn’t smile, but he didn’t roll his eyes either. And from him, that meant everything.

For a moment, the three of you just stood there—an odd little triangle.

And then you tugged gently on Chishiya’s sleeve again, whispering, “Hey. Are you okay? Like… really okay?”

You weren’t asking like someone who just wanted reassurance. You meant it. You were always checking in on people, even when they didn’t deserve it. Especially when they didn’t deserve it.

Chishiya didn’t answer at first. His gaze lingered on you—your sincerity, your softness, the fact that your hair still smelled like Niragi. That bite on your neck still fresh. And somehow, you were still looking at him like he mattered.

“…Yeah.” he muttered. “I’m fine.”

You turned to Kuina. “Do I have time to get another drink before the Beach implodes?”

Kuina nodded. “I’d say you’ve got five minutes. Maybe six if Hatter starts monologuing again.”

You laughed, light and bright, and pulled away from Chishiya’s arm with one last squeeze. “Okay. Be right back. Don’t betray me while I’m gone.”

And you disappeared back into the crowd, just like that.

Both of them watched you go—Chishiya’s gaze locked on your back, Kuina’s smile fading slowly.

You were the eye of the storm. The sunshine. And neither of them, no matter how smart or dangerous or ruthless they were, could stop circling you like moths to a flame.

They didn’t stand a chance.

A guy, drink in his hand, sunburn on the bridge of his nose, shirt open to the fourth button looked at you.

“You.” he said, grinning, pointing his cup at you. “You’re that girl.”

You blinked, then smiled, slow and warm as the recognition sank in. “Oh my god. The tunnels! That one game with the switches. You almost fell into the spike trap because you thought red meant stop and green meant go.”

“It does mean stop and go.” he grinned. “They just messed up the system. You saved my life, actually.”

“And you still almost fell into it.” you teased, folding your arms with a tilt of your head. “Some reflexes.”

He laughed, loud and bright, and you took a sip of your drink with a smile like you’d just gotten away with murder. He wasn’t flirting in a gross way, not really. Just playful. Casual. And most importantly, harmless. You didn’t feel like you were being hunted. That was a rare gift in this place.

Across the pool, Kuina tilted her head, her tongue clicking once against the roof of her mouth. “Who the hell is that?”

Chishiya didn’t answer. His eyes hadn’t left you since the guy walked up.

Your laugh—that laugh—cut through the air again. You leaned into the conversation, tilted your head back, nodded along, made some stupid hand gesture that made the guy laugh too. You were all pink again today. That soft bikini. That light sweater thrown over your shoulders. That bite on your collarbone still purple and sharp against your skin.

Chishiya didn’t do feelings. Not the loud kind, not the obvious kind. But you weren’t just a feeling. There was no escaping the gravity of you. Not for Kuina, not for Niragi, not even for Chishiya—who’d spent his whole life above it all.

You were leaning in again, bumping your shoulder into the guy’s like old friends, laughing as he offered to go grab you another drink.

Chishiya’s thoughts were static. Loud, high-pitched white noise.

That guy didn’t know what you liked to drink. Didn’t know your tells, the little nervous things you did with your fingers when you were lying. Didn’t know the color that looked best on you. Didn’t know you had a lobster and a frog. Didn’t know you wanted to decorate your (ex) apartment with all pink. Didn’t know you used to be a therapist.

Chishiya did.

Chishiya knew.

And he was going to kill that guy.

(He won’t. But he wanted to.)

Kuina glanced at him. “You’re really bad at hiding this.”

“Hiding what?”

She just smirked, then nodded back toward the pool. “She’s not yours, you know.”

He didn’t respond. Because she wasn’t wrong.

And yet, when that guy came back with a drink, when you took it with your sweet little “thank you!” and leaned on the edge of the bar, when you didn’t look back once—Chishiya felt something in his chest snap.

Not loud. Not dramatic. Just a thin, high-tension line pulling taut.

And he stayed silent.

Because he didn’t get to pull you back. He hadn’t put his mouth on your throat. He hadn’t marked you.

But god—he wanted to.

After a while, you walked back to them like nothing had happened.

“Hi.” you greeted, voice soft and sweet, arms already stretching out as you reached them. Without even asking, you curled yourself into Kuina’s side, head pressing against her shoulder. She barely reacted anymore. Just leaned into it, automatically, like your gravity pulled at her too hard to resist. Her arm slung around your waist, fingers pressing lightly into the fabric of your soft pink top/sweater/the fuck it is.

“You missed me?” you asked, looking up between the two of them with a playful little smile.

Kuina snorted. “You were gone for five minutes.”

“And you missed me every second. I get it. You don’t have to say it.” Your tone was dramatic, teasing, but the warmth in your eyes made it clear that you were so happy to be with them again.

Then your gaze settled on Chishiya. Your body didn’t move from Kuina, but your attention locked fully on him, like a spotlight. “You too.”

He didn’t respond right away. Just stood there, hands tucked in his hoodie pockets. If he’d been burning inside before, it didn’t show now.

“I missed you.” you said, completely unashamed, your voice as honest as a confession under a starless sky. “I always do.”

Still, nothing from him. Not even a flicker of expression. But Kuina noticed how he shifted his weight—how his foot edged a little closer. You noticed it too, but you didn’t say anything. You never called him out. That was part of your genius. That was part of why people loved you.

Because you didn’t need anything more than this. Just being near them. Just watching Chishiya breathe, just feeling Kuina’s warmth under your palm.

They could give you nothing and you’d still give them everything.

And it made Chishiya sick.

Not because he didn’t want it—god, he wanted it, wanted you—but because it felt like you cracked him open without trying. Like he’d spent his life building walls no one could climb, and you came skipping through them with a smile and a frog in hand.

You tilted your head at him. “Are you mad at me?”

“No.” he said flatly.

You giggled. “You are.”

“I’m not.”

Kuina rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like “both of you are insufferable.”

But you just tucked closer into her, nuzzling her shoulder for a second before letting your eyes flutter back to Chishiya. “Well. Whether you’re mad or not, I still love you.”

You threw around “love” like it was candy. But he felt it differently. Every word from your mouth stuck to his ribs like honey. And every time you touched him—even just his sleeve, even just your shoulder brushing his—he felt it like a curse.

Because he wanted to be made of stone. But when you said “love” he was nothing but flesh.

He looked away. But you were already smiling at Kuina again.

“You smell good.” you told her, burying your nose in her neck.

She laughed, exasperated but obviously loving it. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“So many things.” And then you looked between the two of them again, a little more serious this time. “I’m really glad you’re here. Both of you. It’s so dumb, but… I always feel better when you’re around.”

Neither of them responded. Kuina swallowed. Chishiya’s gaze dropped to the ground.

You, of course, just kept going, like your mouth could never stop once your heart started talking. “I was thinking earlier… maybe this place is only survivable because I’m not alone. Like if I didn’t have anyone, I’d just melt into a puddle in the hallway.”

Kuina muttered, “you already do that” but her voice was gentle.

You smiled, rubbing her back lightly. “I know. But you two—you’re like… little anchors. Or like—like… those weighted blankets. You know, the ones that help people sleep? I feel like that around you. Even when you’re moody.”

Chishiya inhaled sharply through his nose. Kuina let her head tilt against yours.

“And I know you’re planning important stuff and I’m not, like, the most useful person in strategy or whatever, but I just… I’m really proud of you. Of both of you. And I want to help however I can. Even if it’s just… being your emotional support lobster.”

You managed to make both of them feel like the only two people in the world.

Chishiya hated how much he wanted to reach out.

Kuina hated how much she wished you’d stay leaning against her forever.

They both wanted to pull you closer.

They both thought the other didn’t deserve you.

And neither of them said a word.

Before you could keep talking—before another string of affectionate nonsense could come off your tongue like honey—someone stepped up to your little circle under the sun. It was a girl, probably another one of Hatter’s messengers, one of his hoes, sunglasses too big for her face.

You blinked up at her, lifting your head slightly from Kuina’s shoulder, hands still half-curled around her.

“Hey.” the girl said, a polite smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Hatter wants to talk to you.”

“Oh! Really? Now?” You smiled.

She nodded. “He said it’s not urgent, but he wants to speak in private.”

And of course you lit up immediately, almost bouncing, barely untangling yourself from Kuina without pushing her into the fucking pool. “That’s so nice! Okay. Okay, yeah. Thanks for telling me!”

The girl just tilted her head once and turned to go, clearly expecting you to follow—but you turned back around, just for a second. Looking at Kuina, at Chishiya, heart beating like it always did when something was happening.

Kuina was already watching you with something complicated in her gaze—jealousy, admiration, worry—but her smile was there, soft on her face. “Don’t let him charm you.”

You grinned. “Me? Never. I’m the one with the real charm around here.”

Then your eyes slid to Chishiya, and your heart did that stupid thing again. Like it always did around him.

Still no visible expression from him, but you watched his gaze shift up and down your frame, then settle on your face like a full stop at the end of a sentence. You didn’t know what he was thinking. You never really knew. But the way he looked at you was… intense.

“I’ll come right back.” you told them both, and you meant it.

And then you turned, following the girl through the crowd and the music and the warm wind that blew over the glittering pool.

Hatter poured himself a glass of something golden and smooth, and you were curled up in one of his armchairs, legs crossed beneath you, gaze floating over every inch of his ridiculously luxurious room.

You dragged a finger along the carved arm of the chair, nails painted with tiny glitter hearts. “This is such a vibe.” you murmured, grinning.

He laughed—short, low. Then he turned toward you, swirling the glass in his hand as he leaned a hip against the edge of the desk. “I’ve been thinking about what you said.” he said, voice heavier now. Charisma.

You blinked. “Which part?” you asked lightly. “I say a lot of things. I think my brain’s on fire half the time.”

“The part about people.” he said. “The part where you told me how to use them. Told me how to pull strings without letting them see the threads.”

You tilted your head and offered a small, bright shrug, as if you hadn’t just been talking high-level manipulation. “I mean, it’s not that hard. People just want to be heard. Or adored. Or useful. You just have to find out which.”

“And what do you want to be?” he asked, studying you now.

You smiled, all sunshine. “I want to be adored and useful.” you answered honestly. “Why pick?”

“I think you’re dangerous.” he said, and it wasn’t a warning. It was admiration. Deep, appreciative admiration.

You beamed. “Thank you!”

“And I think I need dangerous people.”

Your legs swung a little from the chair. “You already have dangerous people. Aguni, Niragi, Mira, Chishiya…” You squinted at the curtain, then looked back at him.

“I think you’re the most useful person here.” Hatter said, finally sitting back down, across from you now, resting both elbows on the armrests. “You’ve talked to everyone. They trust you. They like you. You’re not a soldier. You’re not a manipulator. You’re just…” He gestured to all of you. “This.”

You smiled. “You make it sound like I’m a secret weapon.”

“You are.”

You rested your cheek in your hand, eyes sparkling. “You’re very sweet when you want something.”

His lips quirked. “Is it working?”

You shrugged, coy. “Depends what you want.”

He didn’t answer. Not directly. But his gaze dipped for just a second—over your legs, the curve of your throat, the faint shimmer of something expensive on your collarbone. Niragi’s mark was still faint, still there.

He saw it. Of course he did.

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t need to. You just stretched a little, arms over your head, pink sweater sliding a bit off your shoulder, and then you asked, with perfect innocence: “So, what now?”

“I want you closer to me.” Hatter said.

You nodded. “Okay.”

Just like that. No fanfare. No questions. You knew how to play the game. Knew it better than most. It wasn’t about agreeing to whatever he meant. It was about letting him think you had.

You were dangerous in a way no one else here could afford to be. Because they all thought they were playing you.

And that meant none of them were watching you properly.

Just how you liked it.

He leaned back in the armchair, resting the crystal glass on his knee, eyes on you like you were something rare and beautiful that had just sprouted in front of him—something glittering, delicate, and completely unexpected.

His silence made your brows lift slightly. Your legs swung gently, the way they always did when you were comfortable.

“You want me to be the next one.” you said, like you were just naming clouds. Like this was the weather. Like it wasn’t the biggest unspoken secret between you now laid bare.

He didn’t even blink.

You tilted your head. “The next boss. When you get all the cards.”

There it was. Clear. Bright. Unapologetic.

His mouth curved, just a little. “You catch on fast.”

You shrugged, looking at your nails like this was nothing. “You’re not the only one watching people all day.”

That made him laugh. A short, quiet sound that sounded too tired to be flirtation. You knew it wasn’t. Not really. There were prettier people than you at the Beach. There were louder, crueler, more obvious options. But you were the one everyone watched without realizing they were watching. You were the one who got into every room just by smiling.

And somehow… here you were.

“I think Kuzuryu’s going to be real disappointed.” you said airily, crossing your legs. “Technically, it’d be his seat, right? He’s second by rank.”

Hatter didn’t correct you.

“But you want me,” you continued, running your finger along the curve of the table. “because Kuzuryu leads with logic. And you want someone who leads with love. Well, something that looks like love.”

He didn’t deny it.

“And I mean… yeah. I can do that.” you added. “People like me. I don’t even do anything and they still want to follow me around like ducklings. Even the scary ones.”

Hatter just watched you, quiet.

You leaned forward a little. “Do you think it’s weird? How fast this happened?”

“I think it’s exactly how it was supposed to happen.” he said, swirling his drink once. “You walk into a room and people turn toward the warmth. You don’t even try. It’s effortless. You don’t need a gun. You don’t need a crown. You just exist and they… orbit.”

You flushed, just a little, from the praise. Even if you knew it was true.

Hatter studied you for another long, slow moment. Then he said, voice quieter now, “You’ll make them feel safe, Y/N. Like there’s still something human left in all this.”

“Even if there’s not?” you asked.

He smiled. “Especially if there’s not.”

You gave a little sigh and leaned back in the chair, arms stretched along the rests like a child playing queen. “I’m gonna need better clothes.” you said. “Maybe something with rhinestones. Do you think being a leader calls for more glitter or less?”

“I think you can wear a paper bag and they’d still kneel.” Hatter said simply.

That… made you quiet for a moment. Because it was the kind of thing Niragi would think, maybe Chishiya too, but Hatter just said it, out loud, without flinching. It made your heart feel like it had been gently twisted.

“I’m good with people,” you said softly. “but it doesn’t mean I always know what to do with them. Are you sure?”

“Completely.”

“And you’re sure they’ll follow me?”

“Completely.”

You sat with that. Not smiling. Just breathing.

Then, finally, you nodded once. “Okay.”

And that was it. A single word, but it was the start of everything.

“Okay.” you said again, more grounded this time. “So let’s say you do want me to be the next one. Say you get the full deck. What happens after that? Do I have to sit on a throne or something? Give speeches? I’m not that good at speeches. I mean, I talk, I talk a lot, but like, formal stuff? I’ll need practice.”

Hatter grinned at that, slow and approving. “No thrones. No speeches. You just keep being what you are. People follow light. You’re all light.”

You tilted your head at him, voice a little lower. “It’s not just about light though. You don’t pick me just because people like me. You’re smarter than that.”

He gave a slow nod, like he wasn’t surprised you saw through it.

“You understand leverage.” he said. “You understand timing. You know who to be in every room. You don’t think you do—but it’s instinct. The way you survive. And people like you want to make things better. It’s rare.”

“I also carry lobsters in my purse.” you added, gently. “Let’s not forget that.”

That made him laugh again, full and deep. But it faded quickly, his gaze turning distant for a moment. He looked at you like he was memorizing something. And then he said it.

“Something’s going to happen to you.”

You blinked. “What?”

“I don’t know what. But it’s coming.” His tone didn’t change much—still smooth, still calm—but something about the way he said it sent a strange chill through the room. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his fingers laced. “I’ve seen too many players. Watched the way fate curls around certain people. And with you… it’s circling. Something’s coming. I feel it.”

You paused, staring at him, for once not having anything quick to say. You didn’t laugh, didn’t call it dramatic, didn’t offer some witty remark. You just… looked at him.

Because a part of you knew it too. Even in your silly, soft world full of frogs and lobsters and candy-colored swimsuits—you felt it. That hum beneath the surface. That something was changing. That something had to.

“…You think I’m going to die?” you asked, quietly.

“No.” Hatter said. “No. Not death. You’re too golden for that. But you’re going to change. You’re going to become something bigger than you ever meant to be. It’ll tear things apart.”

You stared down at your hands, soft fingers and perfect nails. You’d never broken a bone. You cried when you saw roadkill. You fell asleep holding stuffed animals. And yet somehow, people kept handing you their secrets, their loyalty, their knives.

Your voice was small. “I don’t want to tear things apart.”

He nodded slowly. “That’s why it’s going to hurt.”

You let that sit between you, heavy as concrete. The room felt warmer than before, despite the air conditioning. You blinked, eyes glassy, but not crying.

“Will you still want me then?” you asked. “When I’m not all glitter and sunshine?”

“I’ll want you more.” he said. “Because that’s when the world will finally see what you are. Not cute. Not sweet. But power wrapped in a pink bow.”

You looked at him, silent. And then—softly, because you meant it—“I don’t want to be alone.”

“You won’t be.” he said. “Not ever.”

That, somehow, scared you more than anything.

“Thank you.” you said. Not light, not playful—no dramatic hand gestures or air-kisses or quips. Just two words. Solid. Real. And full of so much fucking gratitude it made Hatter lean back, like maybe the weight of it surprised even him.

You didn’t just mean thank you for the compliment, or the belief, or the safety of the room. You meant thank you for seeing you. For noticing that beneath the softness, the pink, the love for frogs and the way you were always touching people like the world might shatter without warmth—there was something more. Something sharp. Something terrifying. Something that could change everything if it wanted to.

And he saw it.

You hopped off the table. You just stood for a second. Watching him. Letting yourself be watched.

“I won’t let you down.” you said. And you meant that too.

“I know you won’t.” His voice was quiet. “Go now.”

He didn’t say it unkindly. There was nothing dismissive in the way he said it. Just… trust. And the kind of calm someone has when they know they’ve made the right bet.

You turned, soft steps already moving toward the door, and you paused only once—your hand on the frame—just to glance back and offer one last radiant smile.

Then you slipped out.

Hatter sat there long after the door closed behind you. Fingers steepled beneath his chin, elbows on his knees again.

He had no illusions about people. He knew most of the Beach would turn on him the second it served them. He knew men like Niragi would shoot their way to the top if they could, and men like Chishiya would wait for the perfect second to pull the rug out from under someone’s feet. Everyone here was a loaded gun waiting for the trigger.

But you? You were a bomb. Not even because you wanted to be. You didn’t crave power. You didn’t manipulate like Mira or command like Aguni or dominate like Niragi. You didn’t move like someone with ambition in their veins. You moved like someone who just wanted to love things. Everything. Everyone. It made people give you everything.

And when someone like that finally realized how much they were worth?

When they stopped trying to just survive and started to use it?

That was the kind of person history bent around.

Hatter leaned back in his chair and stared at the door, a slow breath pushing past his lips.

You weren’t ready to be worshipped.

But you were already being followed.

And if there was one person in this whole godforsaken Beach who had the potential to burn the entire system down—

It was you.

You’d waited by the pool, your arms folded beneath your chest at first, eyes sweeping the crowd for a flash of blonde or a blue bikini. Kuina. Chishiya. Where did they go? You left them right here. But they weren’t anywhere.

You thought about going to look for them—briefly. But the mood, the lights, the people calling your name, pulling you into conversations like you were the center of gravity—it swallowed you back in.

Yeah, it was nighttime by now.

So you stayed.

The Beach’s golden girl, barefoot by the water, skin kissed by the lights around the pool. Your pink sweater was long gone, peeled off sometime around your fourth half-drink, now left on a chair somewhere you’d definitely forget. All that was left was your bikini, a soft pink shade that somehow made you look both divine and painfully human. Your body looked like it belonged here. Your laughter did too.

You twirled someone’s sunglasses on your finger. Spoke to a group of players and made them smile. Someone offered you fruit cut into little stars. Another said you should be on a card. Someone called you the Beach’s luck charm.

And then—

Fingers at your back. A palm, brushing slow against your spine, curling into the strap of your bikini top.

You gasped—not because you were scandalized, but because your first thought was it’s falling.

You twisted around quick, your hair whipping across your bare shoulders.

Niragi.

Already holding the back of the strap in place like the asshole he was, one finger looped under it, tugging just enough to make your heart leap, but not enough to really take it off.

“Scared ya.” he said, so fucking smug.

Your mouth parted, words caught between a scold and a laugh.

“Are you serious?” you breathed, hand going to your chest as if he actually had pulled it off. “Niragi, I will end you.”

“You’d need both hands.” he said, voice lazy, cocky, leaning in. “And I think you’d like them somewhere else.”

Your jaw dropped. “You are so—oh my god—”

He was already letting the strap fall gently back into place, smoothing it over with an unnecessary graze of his thumb against your back. His hand lingered. Too long. He didn’t move away.

“You’re so annoying.” you muttered, even as you turned your face up to him with the same grin he’d seen you give strangers all night. Sweet. Lovable. Angelic.

But Niragi? He got the real version of it. The version that wanted to smack him and kiss him in the same breath.

He didn’t take you seriously. Not right now. He was like a fucking high schooler—so immature, grinning like he just stole a candy bar, like you were his favorite game.

But could you be angry?

No.

Not when he looked at you like that. Not when you knew the way he’d stood behind you in that meeting earlier, let you take his chair.

Not when he touched you like you were something to be handled carefully, even if he didn’t say it.

You rolled your eyes and pushed at his chest with one hand, but he caught your wrist. Held it. Not tight. Just… there.

“Don’t wander off like that.” he muttered, barely audible over the beat of the music.

“I didn’t.” you said. “You wandered off. Left me all alone in your room in the morning.”

He snorted, gaze dropping to your mouth, then to your legs, then back up to your eyes. “You’re a fuckin’ walking target like that. Someone’s gonna try something.”

“Someone did, actually.” you said, smug, chin tilted up.

His jaw twitched. “And?”

“And I said no.” you replied, simply. “Why would I say yes to someone when the person I actually want is just—”

You caught yourself.

He watched the stutter of your breath like a predator. “Go on.” he said. “Finish that.”

You just smiled again.

“I’m gonna get another drink.” you said, pulling your wrist from his hand gently. “Coming?”

He stared for a second longer, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to follow or grab you again, say something wild, say stay here with me, but in the end—

He scoffed.

And followed anyway.

You leaned half over the bar, arms bare and glittering slightly from whatever shimmer you’d slapped on earlier, as the bartender handed you another tall glass—fruit, mostly, juice, something sweet.

Niragi stood just behind you, close enough that you could feel the heat off him again, close enough to let everyone else know not to get any ideas.

“I’m gonna get you a lava lamp.” you announced, spinning around to lean your back against the bar now, drink in hand.

Of course you were still talking. Like always. Like he wasn’t dangerous. Like he wasn’t the guy who would gut someone in the hallway over a bad look. Like he didn’t burn things just to feel something. Like he didn’t hate the world and himself and everything in between.

Like you weren’t the one thing he didn’t hate.

He blinked at you. “…What the fuck are you talking about?”

“A lava lamp.” you repeated, sipping. “You know. Those glowing blob things? I just feel like you need one.”

“What the fuck am I gonna do with a lava lamp?”

“Look at it, obviously.” you said. “It’s soothing. Mood lighting. You could stare at it instead of staring at people like you want to murder them.”

He stared harder now. At you.

“You think a lamp’s gonna fix me?”

“I mean.” you tilted your head. “It probably won’t make you worse.”

“You’re fucked in the head.” he muttered, finally, poking at his mouth with his tongue, his piercing sliding over his lips.

“And you’re not?” you said, tone light and sugar sweet. “Please. We’re so similar.”

He scoffed again but didn’t disagree.

He never disagreed with you when it came to things like that.

You started walking, slowly, along the edge of the pool, and he moved with you, just barely a step behind, like it was natural. And it was.

That was the thing—you two got along. It didn’t make sense. No one would believe it. But it was true. You two got along so well. It was alarming.

You rambled, talking.

And he listened.

He didn’t interrupt much, just let the sound of your voice keep going, like it helped his brain from spiraling too deep into the other things—the hate, the self-loathing, the mess of rage constantly buzzing in his pretty skull. With you talking beside him, the world didn’t have to be like this. It could be soft. Ridiculous. Weird. Human.

And Niragi? Niragi just existed beside you.

He hated himself. He hated his past. He hated how fucking easy you made everything feel. Like this was normal. Like he was normal. And god, he wasn’t. He wasn’t.

He didn’t deserve you walking next to him, glittering like sunlight, talking about lava lamps and sipping some fruity shit with your mouth so pink and soft.

But still.

Still, here you were. With him.

“You know,” you said suddenly, glancing up at him as you walked. “no matter how much of an asshole you are, I actually really like talking to you.”

He didn’t respond.

Didn’t need to.

The silence was heavy between you, but not awkward. Not anymore. His hand brushed yours once. Then again. Not by accident.

You didn’t pull away. You just looked up at him, smiling that tired, crooked smile that came out when you were relaxed, real. Honest.

And Niragi? He didn’t smile back.

But inside—somewhere under the chaos and the rot and the fucked up parts of himself he usually tried to drown in smoke—his heart ached. Burned.

Because he knew, right then, that if he had to be stuck in this world forever, if it meant he could walk beside you like this, laughing about useless shit like lava lamps and watching you sip stupid drinks—

He’d take it. Every time.

Even if he hated himself for it.

He would burn the whole fucking world down for you.

No hesitation. No mercy. He’d do it smiling, with blood on his hands and smoke in his lungs. He’d watch everything turn to ash if it meant keeping you warm.

Because he was that kind of broken.

The kind of fucked up that didn’t need a reason, didn’t ask for justification. The kind that saw something beautiful—someone like you—and thought, mine. Immediately. Permanently.

And god, he knew how wrong that was.

He knew he wasn’t gentle. Knew he wasn’t soft. He wasn’t someone you could show off. He wasn’t the kind of boy you brought home to your family—he was the one you kept hidden. The one whose hands had already killed, already torn through skin, already carved pain into the world and felt nothing.

But when it came to you?

Everything in him screamed. Every nerve. Every cell. He couldn’t ignore you. Couldn’t even breathe without some part of him aching from it.

And it wasn’t just lust, wasn’t just obsession—not completely. It was deeper. Sicker. Worshipful. He thought about you constantly. The way your lips moved when you spoke. The dumb little expressions you made when you were telling one of your never-ending stories. The way you touched everyone without thinking, like your hands belonged on people’s arms and cheeks and shoulders. And how he’d kill anyone who got used to that.

They don’t get to touch you like that.

Because you were light. And he was rot. A thing full of rage and bitterness and cruelty, the kind of man people crossed the street to avoid, the kind that would never get love in return—just fear, just submission, just sexual touches in the dark.

But you? You had smiled at him from day one. Unafraid. Curious.

You’d kissed him. Told him you wanted to. Said it like it was no big deal, like it didn’t mean everything. And that kiss had lodged itself in his skull like a bullet, still there, still bleeding. You didn’t know what this was.

But he did.

It was everything.

He watched you now, walking ahead slightly, your hair catching the lights from the party, hips swaying in that goddamn bikini that made him want to break furniture and bite through his fucking lip.

And it made him mad. Mad that someone like you existed. Mad that someone like him got to be near you. Mad that he wanted more than this, more than what you’d already given him.

He wanted your trust. Your time. Your whole body under him, around him, your smile made just for him. He wanted your loyalty, your softness, your everything.

And yeah. He was sick in the head. He knew that.

He would chain the sun for you if you asked. Would tear down every tower in this city and light the sky on fire just to make you laugh.

He would paint your name in blood and swear it was poetry.

That’s who he was.

And he hated it. Hated that you made him want to be seen. Hated that when you were around, he didn’t feel empty. He felt human.

He hated that he loved it.

“You’re staring.” you said, turning back to glance at him, head tilted. Innocent. Unaware.

“Yeah?” he said. “Get used to it.”

Because there was no world—no Beach, no Borderland, no Earth—where he would ever stop.

Hopeless. That’s what his heart was. Niragi—who had no business having one in the first place—felt it fracture in slow, quiet pieces every time you turned that sunlit face away from him, smiled at someone else, touched someone else.

He was too far gone.

He wanted mornings with you. Not just nights full of smoke and skin and laughter muffled into kisses, but mornings. That soft light through the window bullshit. Waking up with your hair against his chest, your legs tangled with his. You in a hoodie that wasn’t yours—maybe his, maybe stolen from someone else just because it made you look that cute.

He wanted to hear your voice in the morning before it smoothed out. Wanted to be the first thing you saw when you opened those ridiculous eyes. Wanted to make coffee with you and let you feed your stupid lobster and your frog, and act like any of this was normal.

Wanted to sit in silence with you. Wanted to hold your hand in a room full of people and never explain why.

He wanted all the things he wasn’t supposed to want.

Things no one like him deserved.

And the worst part? You didn’t even know. You never noticed how he was coming apart at the seams for you, how just the way you said his name could change the whole fucking temperature of his body. How badly he wanted to undo himself, completely, just to make you smile.

And then—fucking then—Akira.

Of course it was Akira.

He always looked clean. Cool. Smelled like expensive cologne and didn’t have blood on his hands. Probably never killed anyone with his bare fingers. The kind of guy who called you “princess” in his head.

Niragi knew the type. Knew he had nothing on him when it came to danger, but that was the issue, wasn’t it? You liked danger. You liked him. But Akira was safe. Akira didn’t bite. Akira didn’t bleed out at night in his head thinking about your laugh.

The guy nodded at Niragi. Nodded. Like they were boys. Like they were on the same level.

Niragi’s eyes didn’t move. Didn’t twitch. He watched Akira’s hand slide too casually over your shoulder, fingers brushing the soft skin of your upper back like he’d earned that right.

And you—too sweet to notice the shift—just turned to talk to him, light in your eyes, sun in your voice.

That was it.

Something in Niragi cracked so deeply it didn’t even make a sound. It was clean, internal, permanent. Like a light switch flipping off inside.

He didn’t growl. Didn’t scream. Didn’t grab the guy and snap his wrist like he wanted to.

Instead, his hand—steady, gentle, controlling—landed on your waist. He leaned in, teeth brushing your ear. “Aguni wants to talk to you.” he said. Voice soft. Controlled.

You turned to him immediately. “He does?” Like it was the best news you’d heard all night. He nodded, brushing a stray bit of hair from your cheek, then let you go.

He watched you walk away, smiling over your shoulder. Always smiling.

And then he turned.

No expression on his face now. Just something new behind the eyes.

He had never done this before.

Never willingly sought him out.

But right now? There was only one person sick enough, smart enough, and cold enough to understand what needed to be done.

And he knew exactly who to ask.

Chishiya.

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♠️ 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 ...

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sk1ndx0 · 5 days ago

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yall I need to start working on part 4.

I have NOT been keeping up….. lately js been doing stuff like requests and such.

I shall work away for you guys.

Edit: YOU CAN FIND THE PART 4 HERE!!

#alice in borderland #aib #fanfic #chishiya #fluff #niragi x reader #chishiya x reader #alice in boderland x reader #angst #chishiya shuntaro #Nijiro #Skz #Stray kids x reader #stray kids fake texts #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfic #stray kids smut

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realisticjupiter · 1 year ago

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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

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thecheshireprincess · 13 days ago

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Cat and Mouse

Chishiya x F!Reader x Niragi

Summary: A sexy game of cat and mouse, but how fair is it when there's two cats and just one mouse?

Content Warning: NSFW (18+); porn with some plot, smutty smut, just smut fr, threesome, Chishiya and Niragi are both dominant with reader; Niragi is more dominant with Chishiya, curse words, this is smut in case I didn't mention it

I won't tell anyone what or what not to do, but please interact responsibly ✨️

A/N: I should be put down for this immediately

You had asked for this.

No, you had begged for this. It was all a part of your carefully crafted plan to get both of your boyfriends in bed with you together. To cultivate that final connection to complete your little love triangle.

Because having two handsome, smart, sexy boyfriends was a miraculous thing in such a bleak world, but having the three of you all be together would be next level. Earth shattering, even. You wanted it so much that it hurt. Everyone at The Beach knew that you were Niragi's girl. That kept you safe, ensured that no one looked at you without good reason much less hurt you in any way. They also knew you were Chishiya's girl. That made sure they respected you, that they knew you were smart and cunning to be able to draw emotions from a man like him. Most people referred to you as a throuple, always together, rarely one without the others. What they didn't realize was that while there was a line connecting you to each Niragi and Chishiya, you were missing that third line. The one that connected the men together.

It was there, you knew it. Felt it. But along with their similarities came a deep stubbornness to remain in quiet competition over you that you needed to break. You knew they cared for each other; you saw it in the way Chishiya's eyes softened in worry when his steady hands patched Niragi up after a particularly challenging game. You saw it in the way Niragi's jaw tightened when someone said something snarky in passing about the blonde - "Wanna say that again?" Of course they didn't. And you? You felt partially empty every time you laid down with just one of them at night, having just one of them between your legs, being filled with cum by just one of them. You needed both of them. All the time.

And tonight, you were finally doing something about it. "Hunt me," you'd said seductively to the two of them, "Catch me if you can, and whoever does gets to have me tonight." Chishiya had scoffed, the simplicity of the task you were asking of them hardly worth the effort if it meant that he'd just have you tomorrow night instead. But Niragi's eyes had sparkled in amusement, a predatory grin spreading across his face, "Fuck yes." So similar those men of yours, but so different too. But if Niragi was playing your game, Chishiya would play too and he would win, no matter how frivolous it seemed.

So that is how you found yourself creeping quietly through the thorny brush at the edge of the resort's fencing. You have no plans of getting caught by either of them, no. Your game is slightly more fixed than you'd let on. You're in your skimpiest bikini, the one that neither of them are thrilled about you leaving the room in. They'd both laid eyes on you once already, their pupils dilating to shining black orbs when they had. You plan to keep letting them get just close enough to get excited a few times, then nimbly slipping through their fingers. Waiting for them to get hot, flustered, and irritated. Then they'll come storming back into your room ready to fuck you. And hopefully each other.

Niragi is not difficult to avoid. The man is loud, behavior spontaneous and erratic. Every once in a while he shoots his rifle in the air or at the ground, loving the way adrenaline flows through him at the loud cracks. You want to roll your eyes at his childlike behavior, but right now it is working in your favor.

Based on the sounds echoing out through the courtyard, you know the man is about to round the corner of the building in search of you. Lucky for you, the strange overgrowth of plants and vines that have been taking over Tokyo have recently extended to this back area of The Beach; coating even the colored gingko trees that stood majestically around the property. Double lucky for you, you are a deft and skilled climber.

Testing one of the vines hanging from a tree to your right, you prepare yourself to swing on it up and away from your boyfriend. But first, you stand enticely with a hand at your hip, twirling the vine playfully in your hand like it could be a whip in another life. Niragi whistles out as he sees you in the courtyard. "Fuck, angel. Wanna show me what you're planning to do with that?" he drawls in a gravelly low tone, the sound traveling straight to your core. You nearly crumble, coming close to waving your metaphorical white flag.

A sweet, playful grin spreads on your face as you let out a chuckle, "Perhaps another time? Looks like I have to go!" You pull back with the vine, getting a running start to swing up into the tree as Niragi reaches to snatch you. He snarls as he barely misses your ankle, and you land gracefully in the neighboring tree. Niragi is not particularly fast, so you are able to deftly move from tree to tree in pursuit of your next destination - the pool. You hear him call out from below, "Just wait until I get my hands on you, angel!" You can't wait.

The crowded pool deck was not a good place to hide from Niragi; his presence made people part like the Red Sea, and especially so if he was looking for you. No, those jerks had no loyalty - they'd hand you straight over to him in a second. It was, however, a fine place to hide from Chishiya. Your shorter blonde boyfriend would never have the patience, nor the height to look for you in a crowd like this.

The flashing strobe lights streak bright colors across your face as you carefully filter your way through the sweaty bodies bumping and grinding against one another. Eyes shift in every direction, searching for his characteristic white hoodie - you need to be on high alert now.

That little performance should be enough to have your boyfriends' pants fitting a little bit tighter, so you sneak away toward the side of the resort that houses your room. You jump up on top of the air conditioning unit to scale the wall, grabbing onto the window ledges to swing yourself up. Luckily, you're only on the third floor, and you stealthily climb back through the unlocked window to your room with ease. Releasing your hair from the ponytail it had been in, you sprawl yourself just so across your cozy bed to wait for your cats to return to you.

Unlike Niragi, Chishiya is like a little ninja; covert and stealthy. You've often considered putting a bell around his neck because of the number of times he's nearly given you a heart attack just appearing beside you. You reach the outdoor bar, pulling yourself up to sit on the granite bar top. Tatta smiles when he sees you, coming over to see what's up. "Tatta! Have you seen Chishiya?" He nods knowingly, eyes focusing behind you but not responding.

"Looking for me, sweetheart? I thought we were looking for you," his monotone voice drawls, approaching the bar from behind you. You squeal in anxious anticipation, thinking you might have let him get a little too close this time.

Tatta, who is decidedly an incredible friend, looks between the two of you rapidly before reaching out to pull you onto his side of the bar. You flash him a dazzling grin of thanks, dropping to the floor and crawling out the open back of the bar. You disappear into the brush once more, but not before hearing the blonde call out to you, "You'll be back on your knees just like that when I catch you!" Fuck yeah, Chishiya, you're in.

You begin to get antsy after about thirty minutes, the anticipation of them finding you building in your chest and pooling in your core. At long last, you can hear Niragi's booming voice berating Chishiya in the hallway, the two of them arguing already about who was closest to winning. Showtime.

The door slams open, both men spilling into the room in irritation. Niragi is already shouting nonsense about how he'd been closest to catching you, so he was the winner; his pent-up frustrations obvious in his jeans. Chishiya is in no better shape and retorts sharply but at a much lower decibel.

"Join me, both of you," you command, patting the spots on the bed on either side of you. "You both found me, and now I want you both to have me. Together," you breathe. Chishiya sucks in a breath, turning away from you and Niragi's face snaps to yours in disbelief. This was not a new conversation; you've tried before to bring them together. Stubborn.

You giggle from the anxiety, "Please, just this once - we'll go slow, I promise. I have to know what it's like to have you both here at the same time. I'm begging." Chishiya chews on his cheek in thought, Niragi glancing in annoyance between the two of you. You can see through both men; they're both horny as hell, and neither are likely to deny you, their princess, something that you want so badly.

Despite their relentless hesitation, both Niragi and Chishiya obey your whims and sit on either side of you. The former glares at you, arms crossed over his chest as he waits; the latter facing away from you toward the window instead. A heavy blanket of lust is spread over the three of you, the tension feeling thick enough to slice through with a knife.

You pull yourself up against the velvety headboard of your bed, crossing your legs underneath you and wrapping your arms around Niragi's neck to drag him into a wrathful kiss. You can feel the quick thump of his pulse in his neck, your kiss quickly turning to all tongue and teeth. His large hands easily slip under your tiny bikini top, thumbs rubbing roughly over pebbling nipples. A salacious moan escapes you as Niragi bites your lower lip, taking the opportunity to lick sensually into your mouth. Your stomach clenches as you notice how Chishiya finally turns towards you in response, obviously wanting to make you moan like that too. Your left arm reaches out to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

Your pulse thunders in your chest in anticipation as you pull away from Niragi and lock your spit soaked lips with Chishiya's. He is much more patient in his kisses, taking his time in mapping out every inch of your plush lips with his own. Niragi licks and nips his way up your right arm, pressing the cool metal of his tongue ring against the crook of your neck. The contrast of his warm, wet tongue and the cool metal never fails to leave your head spinning.

Chishiya's dexterous fingers find the waistband of your bikini bottoms, dipping easily underneath to spread your dripping folds for him. He smirks between open-mouthed kisses, "So wet, sweetheart. Desperate for us, hm? Tell us what you want, baby." Your head falls backwards in a needy moan, because fuck yes. This is exactly what you've been waiting for. You nearly wail, "Please, Chishiya!" Niragi halts his ministrations on your neck - where you're certain he's left multiple colorful bruises - to study your desperate face. "Please what, babe? Use your words," he coos almost mockingly. You feel utterly wrecked by the two of them already; both men staring at you expectantly, eyebrows furrowed, and swollen lips parted.

Your pussy clenches around nothing, your arousal blooming more urgently in your belly. "Fuck me with your fingers, baby, pleaaaase," you whine, any shame of telling the men what you wanted dissipating as the burn of your longing courses through you. Chishiya is quick to oblige, slipping two fingers into your cunt, an obscene squelching noise giving away just how turned on you've become in such a short amount of time. A growl rumbles in Niragi's chest, the man pushing your bikini top to the side, taking one of your perky nipples into his mouth and massaging the other between two fingers. His left hand snakes down to join Chishiya near your core, swirling his middle finger on your clit.

Both men feel foggy, heads clouded with desire just listening to your lewd mewls and cries; pride that they have ravaged you like this without even undressing yet. When Chishiya curls his fingers toward your spongey spot, you reward him with a low, broken moan that brings Niragi's attention back up to your face. You have never looked more stunning to him than in this moment, eyes half-lidded and mouth agape as Chishiya works you ever closer to your release. He looks up at the blonde, too, a familiar longing burning in his core. The way the cat-like man looks at you, his angel, as he expertly drives his fingers in and out of your pussy. Niragi realizes that he is so fucked, he does want both of you. More than anything.

Even through your haze of nearing your peak, you see the way Niragi looks now at Chishiya. It's now or never, you decide. One hand comes to gently caress Niragi's face, your left one doing the same to Chishiya, both men maintaining their pace on your core. You press your lips seductively against the former's lips first, moaning at the taste of him on you, before turning your head to the left to capture Chishiya's lips once more. It's now, while both men are watching you hungrily, that you tenderly guide their faces to each other.

Your heart drums in excitement, pressing another chaste kiss to the corner of Chishiya's mouth and then the same to Niragi. After what feels like a century of you waiting with bated breath, the two allow their lips to crash together fervently. Mentally, you squeal and cheer for them. Outwardly, Chishiya is still working you on his fingers, Niragi circling your sweet spot; both men moving more urgently as they lick experimentally into each other's mouths. Your orgasm crashes over you at the sight of your two boyfriends joined together in a passionate kiss, both of them turning back to you to watch their favorite show when you squeal for them.

Niragi's eyes are black as charcoal, grabbing onto your hips to keep you from writhing away from them, "Good fucking girl, baby. Such a good girl when you cum for Chishiya." His praise makes your pussy flutter around Chishiya's fingers, the man groaning as he continues to pump in and out, guiding you gently through your orgasm.

When Chishiya pulls his fingers out of you, your arousal dripping down onto your silky sheets, a wicked idea comes to you. Gripping Chishiya's wrist, you pull his fingers to Niragi's mouth to let him suck your arousal off of him. You groan when Niragi wraps his lips around Chishiya's long digits, maintaining first eye contact with you and then shifting eye contact to the blonde in front of him. Fuck. You see how Chishiya's breath hitches at the intimate contact, clearly surprised by how much he's enjoying it.

You don't think you've ever whined so much in your life. You've certainly never been this turned on, your pussy dripping through your bikini bottoms and soaking the bed under you. Your neighbors absolutely know what's going on in here, and you don't care; you hope they're listening. Niragi releases Chishiya's fingers with a wet pop, grinning down at you. "Now that I've got a little taste, I want the whole thing," he growls, hooking his arms around your thighs and dragging you roughly to the edge of the bed pulling a high pitched yelp from you. He kneels with his torso pressed still against the end of the bed, pulling your soaked through bottoms off and tossing them somewhere in the room. It doesn't matter. You are never wearing that suit out of this room again. The man takes his time, biting and kissing every inch of the soft, supple skin of your inner thighs, making you whimper out in excited anticipation.

Chishiya strokes a thumb over Niragi's swollen marks on your neck, leaning down to claim your lips once more and silence your whining. His warm hands wander to help remove the tiny bikini top still clung to your chest, goosebumps trailing in their wake. Your entire body jolts as Niragi finally licks his tongue up through your folds, his metal piercing catching deliciously against your clit. He hums against you as his tongue cleans up the mess Chishiya made of you - that they made of you - the vibrations traveling through you like an electric current.

The pleasure of their combined ministrations against your body brings you near the edge of your orgasm once more. Niragi feels how your pussy floods with arousal, talented lips coming to suction around your clit, suckling deeply and slipping two fingers into your wet heat to give you something to squeeze around. He knows his angel needs to have something for her tight hole to cum around.

Chishiya, who was busy sucking marks into your belly and massaging your super sensitive nipples, looks up at your blissed out expression, smirking. "That feel good, sweetheart? You like the way Niragi eats your tight little pussy?"

That filth is all you need to hear, crying out desperately for both men, nearly crushing Niragi's head between your legs as you approach overstimulation. Niragi presses his hands firmly into your thighs, keeping you against him in the aftershocks of your peak. Your hands claw desperately into Chishiya's hair, pulling his head impossibly closer to you to deepen your kiss. His tongue takes the lead against yours, your orgasm washing over you entirely and swallowing you whole.

"Damn, angel. You taste so good, I could lay between your legs all day. Wanna taste?" He asks the man to your left, raising a pierced eyebrow. You think you've died and gone to heaven when Chishiya pulls Niragi's lips to meet his, instantly deepening the kiss to taste your arousal on his tongue. Yep, you knew this would be the hottest encounter on the planet.

You lay beneath the two men completely bare and panting still from two orgasms crashing through your body, watching in awe as Niragi runs his fingers through Chishiya's locks, pulling the blonde closer through them. Chishiya responds earnestly, wrapping his arms around Niragi's neck as their mouths move in tandem. You watch with widened eyes as the blonde enjoys the sensation of Niragi's tongue ring against his own, something you completely understand.

You realize that everyone in bed is overdressed except for you, and sit up to try and change that. You start with Chishiya, unzipping his white jacket the rest of the way to expose his chest and abdomen. The man assists you by shrugging the garment off his body, letting it pool to the floor. Your lips connect like magnets to his neck, running your hands over him as you suck colorful bruises into his porcelain skin.

Your fingers deftly find their way underneath his swim trunks, finally capturing his hard, leaking cock in your hand. A whimper escapes his mouth, only spurring you on further. Niragi watches your movements curiously, his heart hammering against his ribcage. He knew what he wanted, and why would he not take what he wants?

He grips onto your wrist, halting your movements against Chishiya's hardened member. You look at him questioningly, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. "Let me," he says, voice low and gravelly. Both you and Chishiya feel that in your cores, breathily moaning in tandem. Niragi's hand joins yours on Chishiya's cock at first, both of you pumping him as you find a pace that makes the blonde needy in the best way.

Your brain is starting to short circuit, watching your two loves finally coming together in pleasure. Your now empty hands come to work on removing Niragi's belt and unzipping his dark jeans. His cock springs out, hitting his abdomen when you finally release him from the restraint of the material. Your mouth salivates staring at the hardened member, flattening yourself to the bed between the two men to take his cock in your mouth without hesitation. Tongue swirling the tip, you taste the salty sweetness of his pre-cum dripping into your mouth. Chishiya's fingers easily find your clit, rubbing circles in pace with the rest of your motions. For the first time in your relationship with the two, all three of you are finally connected together.

Through heavy pants and delectable moans from all three of you, you decide you don't want to cum again like this. If this will be a one time encounter, you have a different idea.

You sit up, wrapping an arm around each of their necks, pressing a quick kiss to each of their lips. When you pull back to look at them, both are looking at you with a glazed, far away look. You rub a thumb on each of their cheeks, glancing between both of them as you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. Nerves are fluttering in your belly as you prepare to tell them what you want.

Chishiya notices your hesitation, pulling you closer to the two men to provide comfort. His hand comes to your cheek, stroking it gently. You feel Niragi's hand come to rest at your waist, also stroking gentle patterns into your skin.

"Go on, sweetheart. Tell us what you want," Chishiya coos. Niragi nods, "You know we won't say no to you, angel." You let out a shaky breath, heat pooling again in your core at how sweet and generous your lovers are. "It's just, I've waited so long for this, and I really really want to feel you both inside me. Together." Your eyes look down to study the soaked sheets, embarrassed despite all three of you literally being nearly naked together on the bed.

Niragi needs to hear no more, unbuttoning his shirt quickly and letting his jeans pool to the floor. The man lifts you easily with him to carry you to the couch against the wall. "Come on pretty boy, our princess needs us." Chishiya rolls casually off the bed to follow the two of you, allowing his swim trunks to fall to the floor as well.

Niragi sits on the couch, legs spread slightly. You whimper kneeling over him, feeling the blunt tip of his cock tease your entrance, your dripping pussy already soaking his length. "Fuck babe, so wet for us," he growls, wasting no time splitting you open on his hard cock. The man reaches out toward the blonde as you wail in pleasure, pulling him by his hand to join you.

Chishiya moves your hair out of the way to suck on your sweet spot from behind you, bringing one hand around to rub tight circles on your clit as Niragi pounds deep inside your pussy. You feel your body temperature rising, sweat starting to drip down your face, your walls fluttering tightly around his cock. Niragi reaches a hand down to gather your arousal, a ring of white already forming around the base of his cock. His soaked fingers wrap around Chishiya's hardened length to coat him in the slick that they've both pulled from you.

The blonde gasps at his touch, but doesn't shy away. No, it feels amazing having Niragi coat him in your slick. And Niragi? He could get used to the weight of Chishiya's member in his hand. Drooling at the thought of taking it into his mouth.

And you? Have died and gone to heaven.

"P-please Chishiya. Need to feel you too," you whine pathetically. So fucking desperate to have them both inside you. The man hums, still sucking on your neck while also bringing his hand to gather more of your slick, fingers grazing Niragi's balls as you continue bouncing on him. Niragi's pace stutters when Chishiya touches his balls. Holy fuck.

You've never felt so full in your life, Chishiya gently working his way into your other tight channel. Your head falls back on the blonde behind you, face contorting with the pleasure they are giving you. The two men move closer together, joining their lips once more as they find a pace that works for all three of you. Niragi smirks when he feels the way your cunt squeezes around his cock.

You are absolutely cockdrunk for them, head lolled back on Chishiya's shoulder, skin coated in a gorgeous sheen. Their absolute goddess. Niragi can feel his balls tightening, knowing it won't be long before he's filling your tight pussy with his cum. Chishiya is a sight for sore eyes too, eyebrows furrowed and sweat dripping. Your tight little hole squeezes his cock in a way that he's never felt before.

You wail incoherent strings of words to your boyfriends, the pace you've created together is brutal and you aren't going to last. Sweat is dripping from all three of you, desperate to keep moving. "N-niragi . . . C-chishiya . . . s'too much, gonna cum," you stutter, you are so fucking full.

Both men groan in response to your words, cocks throbbing deliciously inside you.

"Me too, angel. Gonna fill you up so well, my baby."

"Fuck, sweetheart. Can't hold it any longer."

Your entire body goes electric, your orgasm exploding through every nerve ending in your body. You're vaguely aware that you're screaming out, but you can't hear it, can't feel it. All you can feel is the blissful tingle of your high, and the incredible warmth blooming through you as your loves fill you to the brim with their cum.

You can just barely hear the men talking around you, your body falling limp against Niragi on the couch. "Good fucking girl, baby. You are such a good girl for us, we're so proud of you angel." You can feel his nails scratching down your back soothingly, your eyes unwillingly falling shut.

After you've all been cleaned up and are dressed for sleep, you lay cradled between the two. "Can we do that again sometime?" You ask hesitantly, unsure if maybe the two would regret what had just happened between you all.

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

"Are you kidding?" Niragi speaks, "Now that I've had you both, I'm never letting either of you go."

Your triangle was complete, at long last.

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s0ullove22 · 1 day ago

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When the AIB Boys Realize They’re in Love with Her

How they react when they fall in love with you

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Chishiya:

She steals a fry off his plate.

He raises an eyebrow, clearly judging her.

But when she grins like she just committed a high-level crime and got away with it, something shifts in his chest.

She laughs at his sarcasm. She’s not scared of him.

He watches her eat his food and thinks:

“…Oh no. I like her. I really like her.”

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Last Boss:

She grabs his hand in the middle of a game and doesn’t let go—even when chaos erupts around them.

She looks at him like he’s not a weapon, but a person. Like he’s hers.

Later, when she falls asleep on his shoulder, softly mumbling his name in her sleep, he freezes.

Quietly, he slips his jacket over her shoulders.

“If anyone hurts her, I’ll kill them.”

…Yeah. He’s in deep.

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Arisu:

She trips over her own feet and laughs it off like it’s nothing.

He rushes over like she’s broken every bone in her body, borderline panicking.

She teases him for being dramatic, ruffling his hair.

He blushes so hard he forgets what planet he’s on.

That night, he keeps hearing her laugh in his head and thinks:

“Oh. I’m done for.”

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Niragi:

She talks back. Boldly.

Real sass. No fear. She calls him out when he’s being ridiculous, then winks at him like she’s challenging him to do something about it.

At first, he’s thrown. Like—who does she think she is?

But then she laughs, all pretty and smug, and his stomach flips.

“If anyone else makes her laugh like that, I’ll set them on fire.”

Yeah. He’s completely gone.

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Tatta:

She laughs at his dumb joke. Not a pity laugh—like, full-on giggles that make her clutch her stomach.

He turns bright red. Literally short-circuits.

She calls him “cute” when he stammers through a sentence, and his brain immediately reboots.

Later, she gives him a goofy smile and says, “You make me feel safe.”

He doesn’t even know how to process that. Safe? Him?

He goes to bed smiling like an idiot.

“I think I love her. Oh no. I definitely love her.”

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Aguni:

She’s the only one who doesn’t treat him like he’s made of stone.

She teases him. Pokes his arm when he’s brooding. Smirks when he says something serious.

One day, she hands him a bottle of water after training and says, “You really should rest more, y’know.”

It’s simple. Soft. Real.

And for some reason, it hits him harder than any fight ever could.

He watches her walk away, ponytail swaying, completely unaware of the war she’s just started in his chest.

“Damn it… I’m in love with her.”

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Hey my loves❤️

Hope you like this one

*the next one is probably how they’re gonna confess*

Bye!!

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ghostlynightpanda · 2 days ago

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helloo again i have again, another stupid request 💔 can i get a aib characters fic where the reader looks like a guy but a girl?? i get mistaken a lot as a guy when im a GIRL 💔 (again take ur time and ur also always free to decline my request 🥳)

AIB Characters react to fem!reader looking like a guy

A/N: I totally get that. When I was in middle school, I had short hair, broad shoulders, and was quite flat-chested, and I was constantly mistaken for a guy. So, I really enjoyed writing for a fem!reader with the same experience. Thanks for requesting it!

content/warnings: Ann, Kuina, Mira, Aguni, Niragi, Last Boss, Chishiya, fem!reader, mentions of blood and violence, 4.541 words

Ann

Ann had always trusted what she saw. She was analytical. Calculated. Observant. Her job before the Borderlands had demanded it—and surviving here demanded it even more. She caught every detail: twitches, glances, shifts in body weight, the slight raise of a voice before a lie.

Which is why it frustrated her that you had slipped past her radar.

You blended in at first. Short hair, broad shoulders, sharp jawline—most people at the Beach pegged you as just another quiet, capable guy. You didn’t correct them. You barely spoke unless necessary. Just handled your tasks, stayed out of the drama, and vanished when it wasn't game time.

It wasn’t your appearance that made Ann notice you—it was your consistency.

You didn’t posture like the others. Didn’t try to impress or get involved in the constant Beach politics. Instead, you showed up when people needed you—always calm, always ready. You stayed late to help count supplies. You picked up trash without anyone asking. You quietly patched up teammates after games, even ones who didn’t deserve it.

And Ann—who trusted discipline and function over flash—noticed.

You started trailing her in small ways. Sitting beside her during briefings. Standing a little closer during tense games. Offering her water or field dressings when you noticed a scrape she hadn’t even felt yet. At first, she assumed it was practicality. Maybe admiration. But it didn’t feel like that.

It felt… steady. Familiar. Like the kind of loyalty that didn’t ask for anything back.

The night she really saw you—saw you beyond your sharp lines and silent presence—was after a particularly brutal Diamonds game.

Rain pelted the compound as Ann returned, soaked to the bone and limping from a fall she hadn’t even registered during the adrenaline rush. Her wet clothes clung to her, cold already setting into her bones. The firepit glowed in the distance, and there you were—already back. Already waiting.

You stood up when you saw her, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders and moving to meet her halfway.

“You alright?” you asked, your voice low and warm over the rain.

“I’m fine,” Ann replied automatically.

“You’re lying,” you said, just as calmly. “Your right leg is dragging, and you’re holding your ribs.”

She gave a tired sigh. She didn’t have the energy to argue. Not with you.

Without waiting for permission, you pulled out a sealed thermal bottle and handed it to her.

“Tea,” you explained. “Still hot.”

She accepted it.

Then came the gauze and antiseptic from your inner jacket pocket. You always carried a basic kit, even outside of games. You motioned to the bench under the roof, out of the rain. Ann followed silently, watching you kneel beside her and start unwrapping her arm like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She studied you in the quiet moments between the sting of alcohol and the soft press of gauze. You worked methodically, but gently. Respectfully. Not once had you treated her like she needed saving—but you never let her walk away bleeding, either.

Then, just as casually as you began, you asked:

“You know I’m a girl, right?”

Ann blinked once. Looked down at you.

“I figured,” she replied.

You smiled faintly, but your voice remained steady. “Most people still think I’m a guy. I don’t really care. It’s just… easier not to explain.”

Ann gave a soft hum of acknowledgment. She appreciated that kind of practicality. You weren’t hiding. You just had other priorities.

“I’ve known for a while,” she said finally, tone even. “Doesn’t change anything.”

You met her gaze then, really looked at her.

“It doesn’t?”

“No,” she said. “You're still you.”

And that was what mattered.

You sat back on your heels, brushing your hands on your pants. “Guess I wanted to make sure… you knew. That you saw me.”

Ann's eyes softened—just a fraction. “I see you.”

There was something grounding in the way she said it. No embellishment. No overcompensation. Just truth.

You reached into your pocket and offered her half a protein bar. “You should eat something too.”

Ann accepted it. As her fingers brushed yours, she felt the familiar weight of your presence—the calm beneath the chaos, the way you were always just there, quietly choosing her without needing anything in return.

And for a moment, she let herself lean toward you. Just enough to rest her temple briefly against your shoulder. Not long. Not dramatic.

But enough to say: I trust you too.

You stayed that way for a while. The fire crackled. The rain eased. The world, for once, slowed down.

Kuina

The first time Kuina met you, she thought you were a guy.

To be fair, most people did. You had short-cropped hair, a low voice, strong shoulders, and a way of walking that screamed quiet confidence. You dressed in hand-me-downs that leaned masculine, and you didn’t offer much in the way of personal details—not in a world like this, where names and pronouns were often the least of anyone’s worries.

You showed up to the Beach after a club game, face smeared with dirt, eyes sharp and tired. You didn’t talk much—just helped two wounded strangers limp through the gates, then sat in the corner while others celebrated the victory like it was a festival and not just a temporary pause in survival.

Kuina noticed you right away.

Not because of how you looked—but how you moved. Like you were used to being overlooked. Like you knew how to take up space just enough to be useful, but never enough to be noticed.

She’d been that person once, too.

So she approached you first.

“Cool under pressure,” she said, flopping down beside you on the sun-warmed step of the pool deck. “You always this calm?”

You looked over, surprised. A flash of something curious passed through your eyes.

“Not really,” you replied. “Just too tired to freak out.”

Kuina chuckled. “Relatable.”

You shared a water bottle. She made you laugh. And by the end of the day, you were still sitting side by side—two strangers pretending they didn’t already like the other’s vibe.

A few weeks passed, and your paths kept crossing. She’d bump your shoulder playfully when you walked by. You’d share your rations with her after games—always saving her favorite snack without her asking. There was something easy about you. You didn’t flirt. You didn’t brag. You just showed up, again and again, steady as hell.

Then one day, it happened.

Some loudmouthed Beach member was talking to Kuina by the bar, throwing off-handed remarks about how “her boyfriend” always hung around like a guard dog.

Kuina raised an eyebrow. “My what?”

The guy motioned toward you, where you were lounging against the wall with your usual calm, masculine swagger. “Tall, quiet, short hair. What’s his name again?”

She smirked. “Her name is Y/N.”

He blinked. “Wait… she’s a girl?”

Kuina leaned in, voice low and dangerous. “Problem with that?”

The guy backpedaled. “N-no. Just didn’t know. Thought she was—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Kuina warned, smiling like it wasn’t a threat when it very much was.

Later that night, when you found her on the rooftop overlooking the dark city skyline, you handed her a salvaged soda can and leaned on the railing beside her.

“Heard you corrected someone today,” you said casually, not quite meeting her eye.

Kuina shrugged. “Wasn’t a big deal.”

You gave her a sideways glance. “You didn’t have to.”

She turned to you then, leaning her side against yours. “Yeah, I did. You’re not hiding who you are. You just don’t walk around explaining it. And I like that about you.”

You swallowed a flicker of emotion and tried to hide it behind a chuckle. “Well… I guess I’m not the most traditionally feminine.”

Kuina rolled her eyes, then reached up to fix a piece of your wind-tossed hair. “You’re you. And honestly? I’ve never been into labels. Strong. Loyal. Smart. Brave. Girl. Guy. Who cares?”

You looked down at her, touched by her certainty. “Doesn’t weird you out?”

She snorted. “Y/N. I’m a trans woman who used to get beat up for wearing lip gloss. I think I’m the last person who’s gonna get weird about gender.”

You laughed softly, and for the first time, you let your head rest gently against hers.

“I like you,” you murmured.

Kuina smiled and nudged your side with her elbow. “Good. ‘Cause I already decided I’m keeping you.”

The two of you stood there under the stars—neither of you fitting into any neat little boxes, but fitting perfectly together.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt seen—not despite who you were, but because of it.

Mira

The Beach was a stage, and Mira played her role flawlessly.

Graceful. Poised. Untouchable.

She weaved illusions with her smile, wielded charm like a weapon, and left most people either worshipping her or terrified of her. Sometimes both. And she liked it that way.

So when you arrived—stoic, sharp-jawed, with short hair and an air of unbothered calm—she immediately noticed. People assumed you were a guy, and you didn’t correct them. You never did.

That only made you more fascinating to her.

At first, Mira observed you like she would a puzzle. You didn’t chase clout, didn’t flirt for power, didn’t clamor to be noticed like the others. You just existed, somewhere on the edges of every room, somehow present and invisible at once.

Strong hands. Square jaw. Voice low and steady. Everything about you screamed masculine at first glance. But when she looked closer, there was more than your looks—softness in the way you helped carry another player to the infirmary after a brutal game. Gentleness in the way you tucked your jacket over a child’s shoulders during a cold night.

She cornered you one afternoon, just outside the lounge.

“You don’t talk much,” she said, her heels clicking across the tile as she approached.

You shrugged, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. “Not much to say.”

She smiled, tilting her head. “You’re not like the others.”

You raised a brow. “Because I don’t flirt with you?”

“No.” Her eyes twinkled. “Because you don’t try to impress anyone. And yet, you still stand out.”

You blinked. “…Was that a compliment?”

She stepped closer, voice lower. “Maybe.”

There was a pause before you said, “You know I’m a woman, right?”

Her smile didn’t falter—if anything, it sharpened. “Of course.”

You waited for the awkwardness. The judgment. The shift in energy you’d felt with others once they realized you weren’t the man they assumed you were.

But Mira just looked at you like you were a riddle she wanted to solve.

“I like things that defy expectation,” she murmured, circling you like a cat. “You… are very unexpected.”

“And that doesn’t bother you?”

She chuckled, stopping in front of you. “No. People never see what’s real. But you—” her fingers gently grazed the collar of your shirt, eyes flicking up to meet yours, “—you don’t hide. You just don’t explain. That’s far more honest than most.”

You swallowed, caught off guard by how close she was, how easily she slipped under your skin.

“…You’re not what I expected either,” you admitted.

“Oh?” She leaned in, whispering against your cheek. “And what did you expect?”

“Someone colder,” you said honestly. “But you’re warm. In a scary way.”

She laughed, genuine and soft, brushing a kiss against your jawline. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Later that night, you sat with her in the candlelight of her private room, legs stretched out beside hers, your short hair still damp from a post-game rinse.

Mira toyed with your fingers, examining them like they were rare treasures. “People see what they want,” she said. “But I see you. And you’re… beautiful, in a way they don’t have the vocabulary for.”

You looked at her, disarmed. “Is this flirting or psychoanalysis?”

“Yes,” she just whispered, smiling.

You didn’t need to play pretend with her. And she didn’t need to wear a mask around you.

In a world of illusions, you were a constant.

And to Mira, that was the most dangerously attractive thing of all.

Aguni

No one questioned Aguni. He didn’t leave space for it.

With his broad frame, stern eyes, and a presence that silenced rooms, most people either followed his orders or gave him a wide berth. He didn’t speak unless necessary. Didn’t smile. Didn’t entertain foolishness.

And yet… there was you.

You, with your short-cropped hair, muscular frame, and steady, quiet confidence that matched his own. You didn’t dress to be seen, didn’t care for appearances. Most people assumed you were another one of the Beach’s more intimidating men—until you spoke, and the edge of your voice softened into something unmistakably feminine.

It always caught them off guard. Never you.

You didn't bother correcting anyone anymore. You let them think what they wanted. But Aguni? He knew—from the very first moment.

He remembered the first time he saw you. You were helping lift a wounded player onto a makeshift gurney, barking orders with efficient calm. People listened. And he watched—not because you were loud or flashy, but because your presence settled over the space like gravity. Like his own.

You noticed him watching, gave him a nod.

Not a smile. Not an attempt to charm.

Just recognition. Like two wolves meeting eyes across a clearing.

From then on, he watched you more.

And when people made snide remarks under their breath—about how you “must be a guy” or asked dumb, dismissive questions like “you sure you’re in the right body?”—he saw how you absorbed it. Quietly. Like a bruise you didn’t bother treating.

One day, during weapons training, a new recruit made a comment too loud to ignore.

“Hey—no offense, man—uh, ma’am? Whatever. You don’t really look like a woman.”

You didn’t flinch. Just kept wrapping your hands for sparring, jaw tight.

But Aguni turned, slow and cold, his gaze settling on the recruit like a loaded gun.

“You questioning her gender,” he said, voice low and dark, “or her ability to kick your ass?”

The guy sputtered and quickly found somewhere else to be.

You raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He looked at you steadily. “I know. But I wanted to.”

You blinked, caught off guard for the first time in a while. “…Thanks,” you muttered, tugging your wrist wrap tighter.

“You fight like you’ve got something to prove,” he said after a long pause. “But you don’t have to. Not with me.”

That was the beginning of… something.

You two started training together—long hours of sweat and silence and mutual understanding. No judgment. No explanations. Just quiet respect growing between two people who didn’t give themselves easily.

It wasn’t until a month later, after a brutal game, that something shifted.

You returned bloody and limping, your shoulder torn open from a near-miss. Aguni was waiting at the gate, arms crossed, jaw locked with restrained panic.

“You’re late,” he said, voice gruff.

You gave him a tired grin. “What, miss me?”

He didn’t answer. Just stepped forward and guided your arm over his shoulder, holding you up with more care than you expected.

Later, in the infirmary, while he helped clean the wound, you muttered, “You’re not what people think you are.”

He paused, pressing gauze against your skin. “…Neither are you.”

The room fell quiet, save for your breathing.

Then he added, almost too softly, “That’s why I see you.”

You looked up. Not like a soldier. Not like someone trying to be hard. Just… you.

Raw. Unmasked.

And in that quiet moment, Aguni touched your jaw gently—rough fingers brushing the scar at your chin, the sweat at your temple.

You leaned into his touch, exhaling slowly. “Thank you.”

Aguni wasn’t the type to care about labels or assumptions. He saw the fire in your eyes, the strength in your spine, the loyalty in the way you always came back alive.

He didn’t fall for you because of how you looked. He fell for the way you stayed—honest, unflinching, and real.

And in a world built on masks, that meant everything.

Niragi

To most people, you were another guy with a bad attitude and better aim.

You kept your hair short, dressed in loose cargo gear, moved like a soldier. The scars didn’t help. Neither did your low voice or the way you stood like you’d been through too much already. No one looked at you twice unless you had a gun drawn.

Except Niragi.

Niragi looked at everything.

The first time he laid eyes on you, you were mid-argument with another resident at the beach who tried to pull a fast one during ration distribution. You had one foot on the table, arms crossed, eyes sharp. Not yelling—just cold, controlled, and way too steady for someone that pissed off.

Niragi whistled low under his breath.

“Who’s the hardass?” he asked Aguni, who glanced toward you.

“New recruit,” Aguni said. “Good with a rifle. Keeps to themself.”

Niragi squinted. “He?”

Aguni paused. “She.”

His interest lit like a match. And so began the game.

You were used to the looks. The confusion. The "sir—sorry, ma'am" whiplash. You didn’t care. Let them think what they wanted. You weren’t here to impress anyone.

But Niragi didn’t misgender you. Not once. Even when he was being a sarcastic prick.

“Hey, soldier girl,” he said one night, slipping into the shooting range where you were quietly dismantling your gear. “You always this intense, or is it just a me thing?”

You didn’t even glance up. “Are you here to be useful or irritating?”

“Oh, baby, I’m always both,” he grinned, tilting his head. “Mind if I watch?”

You shrugged. “Your funeral.”

He did watch—curiously, silently—while you reassembled your gun in record time. Then again. Then blindfolded.

“You trying to prove something?” he asked eventually.

“No,” you said, sliding the magazine in with a satisfying click. “I just like being good at things people think I shouldn’t be.”

Niragi’s smile faltered—just for a second. Something flickered behind his eyes. Recognition.

That night was the beginning of… well, something. He started showing up more. Not talking much. Just lingering. Sitting next to you at meals. Watching you during games. Asking questions like he was trying to figure you out.

You weren’t sure what to make of him at first. He was wild, volatile, unpredictable—everything you’d learned to avoid. But somehow, around you, he was quieter. Not soft. Just... observant.

It wasn’t until you came back from a game bloodied and limping that things cracked open.

He saw you first—dragging yourself through the gates, one sleeve soaked in red.

“You’re late,” he snapped, storming forward, grabbing your arm before you could collapse.

You gave him a lopsided grin. “Missed me?”

He scowled. “Don’t joke.”

“I’m not. I know you worry.” You looked up at him. “I see it, even when you pretend not to.”

He said nothing, jaw clenched. Then his fingers ghosted along the bruises at your ribs. Hesitating. “I hate how you do that,” he muttered.

“Do what?”

“Act like you’re invincible.” His voice was quieter now. “Like none of this touches you.”

You reached up, brushed his cheek with the back of your knuckles.

“I act like that because if I stop, I’ll break. And I don’t think I get to break—not here.”

Niragi’s hands curled around yours, eyes locked on your face. “People look at you and see something else,” he murmured. “They don’t see you.”

You smiled faintly. “You do.”

He kissed you then—not gentle, but not cruel either. Just real. Messy. Hungry. Honest.

Afterwards, curled up beside you in the half-dark, he whispered against your throat, “They don’t know who the hell you are.” He growled, low and almost possessive. “But they should. After all, you’re mine.”

Last Boss

No one talked to Last Boss unless they had to. And you? Well—people rarely looked at you long enough to talk.

You moved like a ghost—short-cropped hair, masculine frame, no makeup, voice low and clipped. In a world where appearances were currency, you were hard to read and easy to overlook. Most assumed you were a guy. Those who found out otherwise either avoided the subject or acted weird about it.

But Last Boss… didn’t do either.

You officially met during a club game—a violent, raw thing that ended with both of you bloodied and standing over a pile of bodies. You had a knife in one hand, a torn jacket in the other. He had his katana and his silence.

You caught his eye across the field.

Most people looked away from Last Boss. You didn’t. You nodded once in quiet respect and he nodded back.

No words. No assumptions. Just two shadows recognizing each other.

And that’s how it started. With silence.

Every morning, you trained near the pool, before the others woke up—fast strikes, footwork drills, knifework, whatever helped keep you alive. And every morning, after a while, you’d notice a presence nearby.

Last Boss.

Always at a distance. Always watching. He never said anything, but he didn’t leave either.

Eventually, he sat beside you.

You’d toss him a ration bar without looking. He’d accept it wordlessly.

No one knew what to make of the two of you—two quiet figures in black, sitting under the early sun, barely speaking. Some thought you were both weird. Some thought you were dangerous. But no one bothered you.

And that was exactly how you liked it.

It wasn’t until a tense Diamonds game—one involving deception, lies, and masks—that someone tried to flirt with you, loudly calling you “bro” and “handsome.”

Last Boss, standing beside you, said nothing.

Until the person reached for your shoulder.

“She is not your bro,” he said, voice low and final, hand already resting on his sword.

The room went still.

Your eyes widened slightly. He’d never said anything about your gender before—not even privately.

The player backed off, awkward and pale.

Later, when it was just you two by the firepit, you finally broke the silence.

“You knew?”

He nodded once, eyes on the flames.

“And you never asked? Never said anything?”

“I don’t care what they see,” he said, voice soft. “I see you.”

You swallowed hard, throat tight. “It never bothered you?”

He turned toward you slowly, gaze sharp but not cruel. “You move like someone who’s had to survive by being misunderstood,” he said. “So do I.”

You blinked. For once, the walls around your chest cracked a little. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“It’s fine,” he replied, fingers brushing yours.

It was quiet again, but not empty.

He didn’t kiss you—not yet. But the way he held your hand was a promise. The kind you didn’t get in the Borderlands.

The kind that meant I know who you are—and I choose you anyway.

Chishiya

Chishiya didn’t miss things. He was observant. Cold. Calculating. The kind of person who could spot a lie before it was even spoken.

The fact that he—out of everyone—never once misgendered you felt almost obvious. And yet, you noticed it immediately.

Most people assumed. Because of the way you looked. The short hair. Broad shoulders. Loose, practical clothing. You didn’t correct them anymore. It was exhausting, and you had more important things to survive.

But Chishiya?

He never got it wrong. Not once.

You hadn’t even told him.

It started during a Clubs game.

You were both teamed up with strangers—four players, one objective. You were quiet, competent, and efficient. The others underestimated you, thinking you were just another guy with good reflexes.

But Chishiya watched the way you moved. The careful way you ducked behind cover, the way your voice softened when calming a panicking teammate. He noticed your precision. The control. The walls.

You were like him, in that way.

After the game, while the others argued about splitting resources, you walked past Chishiya, flipping a ration bar into his hand.

“You didn’t have to help me back there,” you said.

“I didn’t do it for you,” he replied, studying the label on the bar. “I did it for the win.”

“Mmhm,” you said, eyes narrowing. “Sure.”

You kept walking.

He stared after you, just a little too long.

After that, you kept running into him. At first, it was coincidence. A shared elevator. Sitting at the same corner of the beach compound, reading in silence. Passing each other during late-night supply runs.

Eventually, it wasn’t coincidence anymore.

He sought you out.

Sometimes he’d sit next to you without speaking. Sometimes you’d pass him a bottle of water or a protein bar without making eye contact.

The first time someone called you “he” in front of him, Chishiya didn’t flinch. He simply corrected them without emotion.

“She,” he said, not even glancing up from the book in his hand.

The air seemed to freeze.

You blinked, and the other player quickly stammered out an apology, retreating in haste.

Later, when it was just you and Chishiya, you asked, your voice carefully neutral, “You knew?”

Chishiya shrugged lightly. “It was obvious. To anyone actually paying attention.”

“…And you didn’t say anything?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why would I?”

That made you pause, staring at him.

Chishiya leaned back, eyes half-lidded. “I don’t state obvious things, so why bother saying something? I’m obviously a man, and you’re obviously a woman—unless, of course, you don’t want to be.”

“No,” you said quickly, “I do. I’m happy being a woman.”

“See?” He gave a half-smile, leaning forward slightly. “So why bother pointing out what’s already clear?”

You stilled for a moment, before giving him a small, sincere smile. “Thank you.”

Over time, his presence became something familiar.

You weren’t the touchy type. Neither was he. But occasionally, your hands would brush when exchanging items. Once, he fell asleep beside you while you were keeping watch. You didn’t wake him.

And then one day, during a Hearts game, you took a hit meant for him.

It wasn’t intentional. Not really. But you saw the knife, saw him just a second too late, and you moved.

The wound was shallow, but it rattled him.

He sat with you after, shirt stained with blood, expression unreadable.

“You’re reckless,” he said.

You smirked through the pain. “You’re welcome.”

He was quiet for a beat. Then:

“You matter to me. Whether you like that or not.”

You blinked. “Chishiya…”

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks you are,” he murmured. “I care who you are. And I’ve been paying attention.”

You swallowed hard.

“…I care too.”

He leaned back against the wall, close enough that your shoulders touched.

It wasn’t a love story born in flowers or firelight. It was born in silence, in glances, in moments of loyalty and sharp edges.

And somehow, that made it even more real.

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Jack of Hearts

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader x Niragi Suguru.

(It's finally here. I am so sorry for the long wait, and I am praying this is worth the wait. I'm hoping it lives up to expectations. Please enjoy and have fun reading.

Masterlist. Progress Update. Love Line Collection.

Summary: Niragi, you and Chishiya play the Jack of Hearts game.

After being separated from Arisu, Kuina, Usagi, Ann and Tatta during the King of Spades games, you, Chishiya and Niragi had found a place to hide. It was a moment for the three of you to breathe. During your time hiding, you discussed where to go next. Niragi originally wanted to go to the King of Clubs, but Chishiya felt a pull to the Jack of Hearts. With you being the deciding vote, the three of you made your way to the Jack of Hearts game, promising to join the King of Clubs game if no one had beaten it by the time you were done.

The three of you arrived at the prison and walked inside. Some collars on a table greeted you. You each took one and put it on. You shivered as it clicked into place. You hated this already. The three of you made your way to the central guardroom. On your way there, a noise came from one of the cells. Niragi let out a snort as you blushed. “Oh, good lord.” Chishiya smirked.

“You know, we could always find a cell of our own and have some fun before the game.” Niragi suggested with a grin on his face. As much as you may have liked the idea, now wasn’t the time. “Don’t you think of anything else?” Chishiya asked, his hands in his pockets, turning to face Niragi. Niragi scoffed at him. “Don’t be like that. It’s good to let off some steam.” Niragi countered. You let out a soft sigh. “After the game, sure. But for now, let’s focus.” You said, and with that, the three of you continued to walk. Inside the guardroom area were a few people. Chichiya leant against a wall. You stood beside him, taking in your surroundings. Niragi stood slightly in front of the two of you. The three of you were there for a while. Watching as more people arrived. Then, finally, the final player appeared. Chishiya let out a small sigh.

“Difficulty level, Jack of Hearts.” “Game, Solitary Confinement.” “Rules: Guess the car suit that appears on the back of your collar. However, you may not look at the symbol yourself.”

“I can’t see anything.” A woman on the opposite side of the room spoke as she and everyone else pulled and felt their collars. A woman near her walked over, attempting to look at the collar.

“The time limit is one hour per round. In the final five minutes, enter your cell and disclose your symbol.”

The lights came on, showing the endless number of hallways where all the cells were. You bit your bottom lip softly. Thank the heavens you had two people you trusted with everything you had. Or else, you fear you would have been doomed.

“If you do not answer with the correct symbol, it is game over. The collar will explode, and you will die. Additionally, when the time limit reaches zero, the symbol on the collar will reset and change for each round.”

“Wait a sec. So that means we just have to ask each other what our symbols are.” A voice came close to where the three of you were stranded. “That’s easy.” He nodded as he turned to look at Chishiya, who was still leaning against the wall.

“I’m not so sure.” The blonde spoke. “They haven’t told us what the conditions to win are yet.”

“The Solitary confinement game is about how much you can trust your fellow players. Be aware that your opponent, the Jack of Hearts, has already been placed among you.”

“Oh. That’s good.” Chishiya spoke, causing you to look at him. You could see he was intrigued with this game. You looked over at Niragi, who simply shrugged at you. He had no worries. He trusted you both. He knew the three of you were walking out of this place alive and together.

“So one of us is the Jack of Hearts?” A random man asked.

“How to win: Rounds repeat every hour. You win the game when the Jack of Hearts dies.” “Prohibited actions: Looking at your symbol with a reflective surface is cheating. Players may not use weapons or violence to kill fellow players.”

That made Niragi scoff. So he couldn’t use his gun? Typical. “Seriously?” He asked as he let out a tut. “This means that the only way this game will ever end is if the Jack gives the wrong answer,” Chisyia stated. You and Niragi looked at him. “No one here is getting out alive, unless they lie to the Jack.”

“There is no limit to the number of rounds. Enough food has been provided. While participating in this game, no days will be removed from your visas.”

Chishiya nodded as he took in the words. “So we need to start lying, find the Jack of Hearts, and kill them off, or we’ll live out the rest of our days in this prison. Solitary for life.”

You shook your head gently. “No, thank you.” You didn’t like the idea of being in solitary for life.

“The game will now commence.”“You can roam freely until it is time to enter your cell.”

Everyone stayed still for a moment before people started to couple up and form groups. “So, the 22 of us need to eliminate each other. Until we somehow figure out who the Jack of Hearts is. What makes you think anyone is trustworthy?” A man in a suit spoke, unsettling everyone.

Slowly, the players all went their different ways. However, you, Chishiya and Niragi stayed where you were.

“Hey, wanna tell each other the answer?” A man in a yellow shirt, Ippei asked, walking closer to Chishiya. “If you’re trying to survive, I would examine all the people here a little more carefully. Make sure you keep the ones who don’t lie close. For all you know, I’m the one who might be the Jack.” Chishiya told the man, who looked startled. “You see? They all started breaking off into groups. Everyone wants to know who’s trustworthy and who’s not.” He turned away from the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Take those two.” He said, gesturing to the man in a suit and a woman. “Before the game started, you wanna know what they were doing?” You grimaced as you thought back to it. What a way to be welcomed to the game. Beside you, Niragi let out a laugh. You noticed the man was looking at the four of you. You locked eyes for a moment, and a cold shiver ran down your spine. You instinctively grabbed Niragi’s hand and held onto a part of Chishiya’s sleeve.

“What?” Ippei asked. “That guy wants to control everything she does to exert power over her. So that she can’t interact with any other players. Which is smart, in the long run. If you’ve got someone you can trust that much, that’s how you win the game.” You let out a soft sigh. “Chishiya, a yes or no would have worked wonders to answer the guy.” You said, looking at your blonde boyfriend. He smirked at you. His attention was then brought to the ground where he could see the players downstairs. He took a few steps forward to get closer. Hoping to hear the two men downstairs talking.

A woman in a blue dress walked over to Ippei. “Hey, do you wanna join our team?” She asked him. “No pressure or anything.” Ippei thought for a moment. He was nervous. “It’s not that I don’t want to.” He said, turning to face the three of you.

“Okay, we’ll join the group.” Chishiya stated. Niragi didn’t like that idea. He preferred the idea of the three of you sticking together, alone. However, the three of you followed behind the group. Whilst Chishiya and Niragi were getting a layout of who everyone was. You were picking at your nails. You knew the boys would figure this out. Niragi tapped your hip. “Let me see, baby.” You turned around. Niragi moved your hair out of the way. “Look at that. A heart.” He said before placing a kiss behind your ear, causing you to giggle as the heat rushed to your cheeks.

You smiled and tapped Chishiya’s wrist. “You’re turn, love.” You spoke softly to him. Chishiya turned around. “Diamond. Hmm, very fitting.” You told him happily. You then turned to Niragi. “Your turn, handsome.” Niragi turned around. You and Chishiya looked at the symbol. “Spade.” The three of you stood there, mainly because Chishiya was busy thinking. You let a small huff. This was going to be a long night.

“It is time to give your answer. Please enter a solitary confinement cell of your choosing.”

The three of you walked to your cells. Yours was in the middle between Niragi and Chishiya’s cells. You stood in your cell, the door locking behind you, causing you to bite your bottom lip. “Heart.” You were confident. Of course, you were. Your two loves would never lie to you. The door unlocked once the round was over, and you stepped out of the room. You and the boys made your way back to the guardroom, and Ippei followed after the three of you.

–

“I keep wondering how long this is going to go on for.” You heard a man say. His partner spoke up. “Either the Jack will start killing people, or someone who’s afraid of the Jack will start to kill. Until either or both of those things happen, this will never end.”

“Exactly.” Chishiya agreed. “As long as we keep being honest with each other, we’ll be all right.” Ippei gasped out. “Or not.” Niragi added with a smirk, watching the man shrink back a little. You gently smacked his shoulder. He was having too much fun watching this guy cower.

“What the fuck!” A voice came, and a man was thrown to the floor. Everyone stared as a man walked over to the sobbing man on the floor. “I told you to give me the answer!” He shouted. That was so not okay. You went to take a step forward, however, Chishiya grabbed the sleeve of your cardigan. Niragi placed his arm in front of you, stopping you from moving. “Don’t.” They both whispered to you. Neither wanted you to be involved. You all watched as a man in blue, the man Chishiya had agreed with, got up and walked to the sobbing man. “You all right? Tell him he’s a club.” His voice was low, however, the three of you heard him. The sobbing man told the bully that his symbol was a club. The bully smirked and walked past you, your boyfriends and Ippei.

Ippei let out a gasp at seeing that the symbol was actually a diamond. “Shh! Now the game is really starting.” Chishiya was ready for the game to truly start. You shook your head lightly but stayed quiet. He was right. Now the game could start for real. Which meant the three of you would be closer to getting out of here and finding the others.

“It is time to give your answer. Please enter a solitary confinement cell of your choosing.”

You walked over to a cell and stepped inside. “Club.”

The first person was now dead, and all the other players were tense. Well, a lot of them were. A select few seemed calm and collected. A woman in a blue dress, the leader of the group you had joined, was plotting to kill the guy who had been getting bullied. Which to you was just wrong. He wasn’t the Jack of Hearts, and he had clearly been scared. You looked over at Chishiya, only to find him staring at a man who was sitting on the floor. The same man who had kick-started all of this, Banda. The two seemed to lock eyes and study each other.

You turned to Niragi only to find him doing the same. Except with that man in the suit, Yaba. The one who always had that woman with him. You let out a small scoff and crossed your arms over your chest. You weren’t jealous. You knew they were both trying to figure all this out. After a minute had passed, you walked forward. “Well, I’m gonna go see what food they have here.” You told your boys as you turned to walk off.

You were pulled back as Niragi grabbed your arm. “You’re not going anywhere without at least one of us with you.” He told you. You smiled up at him. “And here I thought you two were scoping out new additions to our relationship.” That made Chishiya snort beside you. Niragi shook his head. “You’re such a brat sometimes.” You grinned up at Niragi, placing a hand on his chest. “You love when I’m bratty. Hell, you love it when we’re both bratty. Right, Shiya?” You asked, turning to the blonde, who finally looked at the two of you. He smiled and nodded his head. “You love fucking the brat out of us.” He added as he stepped forward. You giggled. Niragi licked his bottom lip. “You two are on a very dangerous path right now.” You reached out and grabbed their hands. “Let’s go get some food.” You pulled them with you as you walked.

—---

You soon found yourselves sitting at a table in the cafeteria. The group you were with were all telling each other their symbols. Lying to one of the members. You and your boys already told each other your symbols. Chishiya was a heart, Niragi was a diamond, and you were a spade. Chishiya was munching on some cookies, you were eating cookies and cream flavored Pocky. Niragi had a drink and was just stealing the odd treat from you two. “When we get out of here, we should take as much of this with us as we can.” Niragi nodded at your idea. “Good idea.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I’m full of good ideas.” Chishiya let out a chuckle and shook his head at you.

‘It is time to give your answer. Please enter a solitary confinement cell of your choosing.’

You made your way to the cell and said your suit. Once again, you were alive, but that wasn’t exactly surprising, was it?

‘Round four begins now.’

Everyone stood in the central guard room. Some people were confused that the guy the group just killed wasn’t the jack of hearts. Niragi let out a scoff. “How stupid are these people?” He asked, leaning against a wall beside Chishiya.

“People are starting to get nervous. I know they said there was no time limit…”Chishiya looked up as he let his words linger for a moment. “Except that people are starting to die now. I’m not sure we’ll find the Jack at all.” Well, that threw you through a loop. You and Niragi looked at Chishiya in shock.

“What the hell has gotten into you? We’ll figure this out. You’re smart enough, pretty boy.” Niragi lightly tapped his cheek. The three of you made your way downstairs to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. Once again, Chishiya was eating those biscuits from that yellow packet. “I’ll be sure to grab all of those for you when we leave this place.” Chishiya looked at you and gently squeezed your thigh in thanks.

“It is time to give your answer. Please enter a solitary confinement cell of your choosing.”

Of course, you went to your cells. Each confident as you all stated your symbols.

“Heart.”

“Club.”

“Diamond.”

—---

‘Round five begins now.’

Standing outside of the cells, Ippei was pacing. Chishiya was leaning against the wall. Arms crossed over his chest. Niragi was next to him, one hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you close. The other was in the pocket of Chishiya’s jacket. Keeping him close.

“Why are they all tricking each other?” Ippei asked as he turned to look at the three of you.

“Wow, are you really surprised?” Chishiya asked him without even looking at the poor guy. He was having a hard time with all of this. “No one wants to be the next to die.” Ippei trembled with fear. He was feeling stressed out.

You looked at your boys for a moment. You turned in Niragi’s arms. “I’m bored.” You told him, causing Niragi to chuckle. “We’re in the middle of a game and you’re bored? You hearing this?” He asked, tugging on Chishiya’s pocket to get his attention. “She knows she’s safe. She’s not worried for her life, of course, she’s bored.” Chishiya replied with a small shrug. You looked between the two of them. “Wanna make out?” You asked them both, a bright smile on your face.

“Sure.” They said in unison. And so the three of you walked off to find a cell, where you wouldn’t be interrupted.

—----

‘Round six begins now.’ ‘Round seven begins now.’

Standing in front of the shelves of food. You grabbed another box of Pocky. This time, crunchy strawberry. Every time you came down here, you seemed to be collecting the flavors. You looked around, trying to find the snack Niragi wanted, only to find it on the top shelf. Typical. You shoved your Pocky and Chishiya’s favorite cookies in your pocket. You reached up, standing on your tiptoes to try to reach, when a hand reached out from behind you to grab a packet. You turned to see Yaba and Banda behind you. Yaba held out the snack to you. “Here, you go dear.”

You smiled up at him and took the snack. “Thank you.” You looked between the men for a moment. Both seemed to be studying you, and you couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. “You’re pretty.” Banda stated, a smirk on his face.

“Oh, thank-” You were cut off by Niragi’s voice. “Hey Princess! Come here a minute, Chishiya had an idea he wants to tell us!” He called out. He was standing up from the table. The two could see you clearly. You turned to the men in front of you and shrugged. “Thanks for the help, gentlemen.” You then made your way to your boys. You sat down next to Niragi, across from Chishiya.

“Stay away from those two.” Niragi said as he sat back down. He gently ran his fingers through your hair.

“Banda is a murderer, so stay clear. No more going anywhere alone.” Chishiya added with a tone that made it seem like that was common knowledge.

Then the words of what he had said sank in. “Wait, what? How do you know that?”

“I read.”

‘Round eight begins now.’ ‘Round nine begins now.’ ‘Round ten begins now.’ ‘Round eleven begins now.’ ‘Round twelve begins now.’

Round after round and more people were being killed off. You had watched the group kill each other off. It was brutal, but there was nothing you could do.

“I don’t think I can keep playing this game.” Ippei sobbed out.

“Diamond.”

He turned to face Chishiya, who had spoken. “How much longer, man?” He then sat down on the ground. “It’s so messed up.” He sniffled. “I thought that… people were much better than this.”

“Man, you led a charmed life.” You smacked Chishiya on the arm. “I’m sorry. But this is our reality now. Maybe we won’t get out of this alive. But even so, all we can do for now is help each other. So we can get out of this game.” You watched Chishiya walk over to Ippei and crouch down beside him. “Okay? We can do this.”

‘Round Thirteen begins now.’

Ippei was dead. The three of you stood outside of this cell. “You were too kind for this world, Ippei.” Chishiya sighed and turned to face the opening doors. “Well, that’s settled. Looks like we lost our partner.” Niragi chuckled at Chishiya’s words. “More like you lost your admirer.” He stated with a smirk. Chishiya shoved him slightly. “Shut up.” He said as the three of you watched the remaining players staring at you all. They all then walked away.

—-

Back downstairs, the three of you got food again. Chishiya had just finished telling you both who he thought the Jack was and why. Then, low and behind, the man you were speaking about came into the room. Matsushita was heading towards the same cookies he always got. A selection of the same cookie but different flavours.

Chishiya got up, his yellow packet of cookies in his hands as he walked over to Matsushita. He leant against the shelves of food. “These cookies taste better.” He said, causing Matsushita in the grey cardigan to turn to face him. Niragi walked over, appearing behind Chishiya. Matsushita stepped back slightly before walking past the two, just as you walked over. The guy looked you over for a moment as he continued to walk.

“That guy you hang out with? You should know that he’s a murderer.” Matsushita turned to look at Chishiya in confusion.

“What?”

“His name’s Sunato Banda. It was in the newspaper. Murdered four women, so that makes him a serial killer. And, you know, that’s punishable by death.”

“That’s a filthy lie.”

“No. It’s true. Know what I think? I think he’s the Jack of Hearts. There are only seven of us left. Time is running out. So the Jack’s gonna start to get aggressive now. Might as well share symbols. Chishiya began to walk over to Matsushita. “For the moment, you’re in a good position. The Jack still trusts you. So if anyone is going lie to the Jack. It has to be you.” Chishiya walked to the other side of the man. “Which means the game can only win one way. The key player here is you.” He let out a breath before crossing his arms over his chest, still holding the yellow bag of cookies. “I’m sure this is a lot, and you don’t trust me yet. For what it’s worth, there’s no advantage for me to lie. So I’ll tell you the truth about your symbol. Don’t you wanna make sure that Banda’s telling you the truth?”

“What makes you think that I would trust you over him?”

You don’t have to if you don’t want to. If I were in your shoes, I’d want to weigh my options. And I’ve got no reason to lie to you. Banda’s a murderer, and that’s a fact.”

“I still don’t trust you.”

“Fine. You’ll see for yourself once the next round is over. You’re a spade. Just so you know.” Chishiya turned around. “So, will you tell me mine?” There was a beat of silence. “Come on. I told you what yours is.”

“I never agreed to this deal.” Matsushita walked away from stopping. “Heart.” And with that, he left.

“What a fucking liar.” You couldn’t help but say once he was out of earshot. Chishiya was a diamond. But he already knew that. You were a club, and Niragi was a spade. Niragi shook his head and chuckled. “Baby, we knew he was going to lie.” He told you with a shrug. Chishiya walked back over to the two of you. “It’s him. I’m sure of it.” He confirmed. Niragi nodded his head in agreement.

“I still don’t like that Yaba guy or that Banda.” Niragi stated, arms crossed over his chest, remembering you talking to them.

You and Chishiya looked at each other, sharing a knowing smile. “Jealous.”

“Shut up.”

—-

After a while, Kotoko came into the room. She was picking up the same cookies she always did. Once again, Chishiya made his move.

“There are only seven of us left. Unfortunately, one of my partners is dead. I asked that guy, Matsushita, what my symbol is, but he told me he doesn’t trust me.” He inhaled. “And I’m pretty sure he lied to me. Sort of a hunch, I guess. So, would you mind telling me what my symbol is? I know this is kind of a big ask. But if you want, I promise to tell you your symbol in exchange. I … don’t mean to presume, but you strike me as an honest person. At least from over here. Also, that Yaba guy strikes me as a bit of a conman, and since you’re aligned with him, I thought you should know.”

Chishiya walked past Kotoko. “Your symbol is a heart. Now, what about mine? It’s a club, right?”

Kotoko walked away, her head down. Chishiya raised his packet of biscuits. “These are better, you know!” Chishiya let out a sigh and made his way to your table, where you and Niragi were sitting. The two of you had been having a lightsaber battle with your Pocky. Though your attention was brought to Chishiya was he sat down.

“I thought you were a doctor, not a salesman. Are you trying to sell those cookies to everyone or something?” Niragi asked him with a teasing grin on his face. Chishiya picked up a cookie and threw it at Niragi, intending to hit him with it. Though Niragi caught it in his mouth. “Shut up.”

You let out a giggle. The three of you spent the rest of the time sitting around the table, eating and talking about whatever you could.

—--

Walking back to the central guardroom, Yaba walked past three of you. He and Chishiya slowed down for a moment before he walked off to Kotoko. The three of you turned and watched Banda walk up the stairs before heading off to Matsushita.

“Seven people left, two pairs and one trio. The jack’s definitely going to make a move this round.” He took a step forward, standing on the podium thing. “I guess that this is the last round.” The blonde turned to look at the two of you. Niragi scoffed. “When did you become so dramatic?”

“It is time to give your answer. Please enter a solitary confinement cell of your choosing.”

You walked into your cell. You smiled slightly. Hopefully this was the last round. “Club.” You waited for a moment. The same sound echoed to show someone had died. The place was quiet until you heard an unsettling cackle like laughter. It sent chills down your spine. Hearing a door open, you opened your door. You stepped out. Niragi walked out of his, which was on your left. Chishiya walked out of his, which was on your right.

“I had a feeling you were the Jack of Hearts.” The three of you turned to face Matsushita. Chishiya’s hands were in his packers. Niragi’s were crossed over his chest. You put your hands on your hips. All three of you are watching the man in front of you.

“But how did you…?”

“You teamed up with Banda from the start, and he’s a murderer, so it just made sense. Even if somehow you were moved by Banda’s little monologue, I knew you wouldn’t trust him. You don’t trust strangers and certainly not that fast.” Chishiya stated calmly. God, it was hot seeing his brain work. Very sexy. Nope, now was not the time for that.

Another door opened and out came Banda. “Most people won’t even talk to a guy like me. But you wanted to kill me. I could sense that in you right away. So I wanted to see if you were smart, or just stupid or whether you were a true psychopath.”

“You mean..”

“You thought you were controlling me this whole time.” He began walking towards Matsushita. “But I was manipulating you into thinking that way. Ultimately, it was your huge superiority complex that gave you away.”

“That kind of self-importance usually comes from being put in a special position. Something that made you feel untouchable. Like being chosen as the Jack.” Chishiya started.

“You guys are wrong about this. Banda is the Jack of Hearts!”

“Sorry, kid.” Yaba’s voice came from the stairs. “It’s not Banda.” Yaba walked over, hands in his pants pockets. “You and Kotoko were connected. I told Kotoko what her symbol was, and yet, she still died. Which means, Kotoko was being manipulated by someone other than me.”

Matsushita nodded. “Well, then, you should be accusing one of those three instead!”

“Everything I went to the cafeteria, you and Kotoko would always be there, getting snacks at the same time. And each time, you’d get the same kind of snack. You and Kotoko were secretly communicating in the cafeteria. Both of you were just pretending that you were being controlled.” Chishiya spoke.

“No one knows what being controlled looks like until they’ve seen you in the bedroom.” Niragi chuckled in your ear. You wizzed around and slapped his chest. “Niragi, now is so not the time. Chishiya is showing off his sexy smarts, so please shut up.”

“There were four different flavors of the snack. You would confirm your symbols by checking the packaging. Using those snacks as a code with each other. I caught on pretty quickly.” Chishiya finished.

Yaba then spoke up. “And then, you told Kotoko to give me the wrong symbol. I did trust her. Except at the end.”

Matsushita gasped. “When did you lot start working together?”

“Well, the very first announcement said that this game is about how much we can trust one another. So we simply followed that principle. To gain someone’s trust. You can’t control, manipulate or guide them in any way. You can’t brainwash or hypnotize them, lie to them or instill fear.” Yaba spoke with every step he took. Only stopping once he came to stand beside Banda. “It’s called equality.”

“Wait, what makes you so sure it’s me? The Jack of Hearts could easily be one of your five. Okay, maybe I did try to blame everything on you by setting you up, but look! But that’s not enough, huh? You guys don’t have any proof that I’m the Jack of Hearts, huh?”

“You sure about that?” Chishiya asked.

“Huh?” Matsushita turned to face him. Chishiya stepped forward. “Just think about it. If they suspected that you were the Jack, then why did you survive this last round? Why didn’t Banda Lie? Tell you the wrong thing?”

Niragi stepped forward, a sick grin on his face. “The reason you’re still alive is because you’re the Jack. And these guys planned to keep you alive. Because they decided they wanna get information out of you.”

‘Round fourteen begins now.’

—--

Walking out of the prison, the boys opened a gate each, letting you walk out first. The three of you walked about before stopping to look at the blimp as it blew up and set on fire. You each had a bag, filled with food and drinks.

“Well, that was fun.” You told them, causing the two to look at you. You smiled up at them. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so chill about a game before.”

“That’s because Chishiya did all the work, baby.” Niragi told you with a raised eyebrow.

Chishiya nodded. “Well, you made some good commentary.” He said to Niragi, making him puff out his chest a little.

“And I had the hardest job of all. Looking pretty and eating all the Pocky.” You told them, mocking a sad expression. Your hand on your chest.

Suddenly, your bag was snatched from you by Chishiya. “Hey!” Niragi grabbed you and lifted you from the ground.

The sound of your laughter filled the streets. The three of you are happy and heading off to find your friends.

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