#aib drabble

[niki-phoria]

aaaaa since i see you're taking requests i'll leave a little something i thought of here... reader and chishiya live together but have separate rooms, but often times the other knocks on their partner's door at night and asks if they can sleep in their bed :((( <3 like little sleepovers whenever they want to (mostly when chishiya wants to since he doesn't seem big on physical affection) i love your fics, tysm for not writing fem reader it's so refreshing <33

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff

doctor chishiya >>> should've pulled his hair back more in the show he looks SO GOOD

a/n: thank you for requesting !! this idea was so cute, i love it sm. it means so much that you like my fics, i hope you like this one <33

i made two versions, one where reader goes to chishiya and one where chishiya goes to reader if that makes sense sklensk tbh this is my ideal living situation idk why more couples don't have separate rooms

‧₊˚✩ waking chishiya up because you can't sleep

(set at the beach, word count 282)

you let out an exasperated sigh into the darkness, turning to lay on your back. the ceiling is barely visible in the dim lighting. sleep has never come easy in the borderlands. 

you stare up into the darkness until your arm goes numb from being in the same position for so long. it’s still dark out when you glance over at your window. you sit up on your elbow, pushing yourself out of bed. the air is cold against your skin. you pull a shirt over your head and leave your room. it’s silent in the hotel, most people already sleeping by now.  

chishiya’s room is darker than yours when you enter. light from the hallway streams in for a second before you close the door behind you. he stays silent but you can tell he’s awake as you carefully enter the room. 

the sheets are cold when you slide underneath the covers, propping your head up underneath your hand. you can feel chishiya roll onto his side to face you. “did i wake you?” 

“no.” he reaches his hand out a little, gesturing for you to move closer. you eagerly accept, wrapping your arm around his waist and pressing yourself against his chest. his warmth feels nice against your skin. “rough night?” 

you hum as chishiya wraps his arms further around you. “couldn’t sleep. it feels like i’ve been awake for hours.” chishiya moves his hand to your jawline, gently stroking against the skin. you sigh, leaning into his touch. he moves his hand to the nape of your neck, fingernails gently massaging your scalp. the feeling calms you. slowly, your body relaxes as you fall asleep safe in chishiya’s arms.

‧₊˚✩ chishiya coming to sleep with you

(set after the borderlands, word count 258)

your cat blinks lazily at chishiya as he closes the door behind himself, careful not to shut it completely. you lay sprawled across your bed, deep asleep. he smiles a little, coaxing your cat to move so he can lay down. she dramatically yawns before moving down to curl up by your feet. 

chishiya slides underneath the blankets, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you back into his chest. you unconsciously lean into him, shifting a little closer to his body. he presses a kiss against the nape of your neck before falling back asleep. 

chishiya’s arm is still wrapped around your waist when you wake up. you turn onto your side, taking the time to admire him. his hair is messy, sprawled across your pillows. he looks gorgeous in the morning glow. 

your cat stretches before she jumps down off of your bed, pushing her way out of your room in search of her food. you bring your hand up to chishiya’s face, gently pushing strands of hair out of the way. it feels soft despite the continuous bleaching. 

he stirs a little when you start twisting his bangs into little braids. his thumb strokes against your skin underneath your shirt. you smile, pushing yourself upwards to press a kiss against his forehead. chishiya doesn’t open his eyes but his lips quirk upwards into a small smile. 

“breakfast?” you whisper.

“later,” he rasps, pulling you back down into his arms. “wanna stay with you.” 

you stifle a chuckle, returning to playing with his hair. “okay.”

[sunoooism]

THE ONE- ryohei arisu x gn!reader

୨୧ . . . content— established relationship, fluff, arisu is intoxicated, gn!reader.

when you opened the door supposedly to greet and thank the pizza man for your meal that you ordered half an hour ago you were not expecting to see your drunk boyfriend practically being dragged by your mutual friend Tatta. "what happened?" you asked as you took Arisu's other arm and draped it around yourself so you could hopefully situate him on your couch. once you had successfully done so you laid a gentle kiss to his nose, almost immediately he started pawing at your arm, trying to pull you onto his lap which Tatta found extremely amusing. the latter would definitely not miss a chance to tease his companion about this later.

"ah, well he said he was going to find some friends and when we found him again he was drowning in shots next to Chota, Karube and some stranger I didn't know." Tatta explained with a sorrowful tone while you took to finding your lover a glass of water and something to eat, preferably bread so it could soak up some of the alcohol he consumed. "sorry we didn't keep an eye on him" you chuckled and placed Arisu's favorite glass on the coffee table while handing the man himself a piece of bread which he started to chew lethargically. "it's fine! I wasn't expecting you to stare at him the whole night, you were there to have fun too. have you got a lift home?"

"yeah, Kuina and Usagi are waiting out the front" you nodded and engulfed him in a chaste hug before Arisu tugged at your waist again, you smiled and took his hands in yours.

"enjoy the rest of your night, Tatta"

"I would say the same but it looks like you'll be turning in fairly soon" you smiled once more and waved him off as he closed the door behind him, leaving you to tend to your intoxicated boyfriend. Ryohei seemed pleased now that he could have you all to himself.

once bathed and a little less drunk you led Arisu to the couch again where you were pulled to sit on your giggly boyfriend. you lay your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat along with the gentle rise and fall of his chest. little droplets of water slid off his hair and dampened his green sleep shirt, he didn't seem to care and picked up your hand to start mindlessly fiddling with your fingers. after a while he started to place feather light kisses on each of your fingertips. you giggled whenever his plush lips touched your skin, the kaleidoscope of butterflies in your abdomen squirmed whenever you saw his lips pucker. "what're you doing, angel?" the question seemed to fly right over his head so you sat quietly watching him until he answered.

" 'm gonna put a ring on your finger one day" probably the cheesiest grin known to man spread across your face, and as you were unable to contain it you simply let your flustered chuckle out, earning another kiss to your thumb from Arisu. "yeah? you want to marry me?" although he was still intoxicated and probably not aware of what he was saying, you really hoped it was all true. "100%, sweetheart. you're definitely the person for me." After all, drunk words are sober thoughts. "well that's good news, 'cause I was just thinking about how you're the one for me!" you could see his eyes glaze over, so full of love for you and your shared relationship. "really?" with a brisk nod of your head you pressed your forehead to his and whispered, "you're the only one for me. I've never met anyone who makes me feel the way you do."

"me neither" lovesick was the only way to describe how you were feeling in the moment. unable to stop smiling, you pecked his lips and decided to linger for a little while. "good, now let's get to bed. we have things to do tomorrow"

"like planning our wedding?" He said hopefully, his innocent doe eyes pleading with you. "yes, Ryohei. like planning our wedding." there was a lengthy pause where all you did was stare at each other until he spoke up again. "you're gonna be Mr/s. Arisu"

"or you could be Mr. L/n"

"....I like that better actually" you chuckled and pressed a firm kiss to the crest of his hairline.

©sunoooism

[airbendertendou]

not sure if you write for him but if so can I request 67 for niragi (aib)? any theme is ok!

first meeting number 67 + niragi

"SO YOU KEEP ME SHARP AND TEST MY WORTH IN BLOOD."

it wasn't supposed to go this way. a clubs game was supposed to be easy ; you were all supposed to live. but, here you were, friendless and alone. you let out a choked sob and keep running, knowing you'd die next if you stopped.

with a thud, you fall to the floor. on top of you is a pierced guy, eyes wide and calculating. he pants, "we need to move."

now teamless, you listen to the stranger. you grab his wrist, leading him right instead of left. "bad down that way."

you pant as you press your back to the wall behind you, eyeing the dark hallways. your mental map was failing you, unable to tell you where was safe and where you'd find danger. you look to the man, "any ideas?"

he holds out the rifle he'd been carrying, "go out guns blazing?"

you laugh quietly, grin pointed to the floor. "we'll keep that as a back-up, okay?"

niragi slowly lowers his weapon. truly, he thought it'd be easier to get rid of you - be the only survivor and the only winner. now, though - he wanted to hear you laugh more. wanted to see the way your smile truly looked, with proper lighting.

he gulps before nodding, "you have any ideas, then?"

"well," you let out a huff. pointing up to the ceiling, you shrug. "we haven't tried that way yet."

——♥︎—— i never know how to write niragi lmao so i hope this was alright <3

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[nessinborderland]

I started writing fanfiction because of you but dip in and out of it now because it's so hard to do that kind of thing consistently! You do a great job!

How about something angsty with Banda/Reader like 20 minutes before he gets arrested or something?

Aww thank you 🥹💖 that really means a lot, because I honestly think I'm shit at consistency, especially when it comes to posting fanfic.

And thanks for the prompt, love it 👀 it turned a lil bigger than intended lol

This had to be a nightmare. That, or part of a very sick and very twisted, cruel prank.

Your Saturday had started just like any other. It was just a normal day, where you spent your time catching up with your husband and making love, and watching shows. Just existing. You loved Saturdays. But then night came and with it came the police, knocking on your door and asking for your husband before eventually cuffing him and accusing him of the murder of four women.

Murder, of all things.

Your husband wasn’t a murderer. He was sweet and kind and one of the best people you could have in your life. Not once in your dating or married life had he ever given you any signal of being anything less than good.

Now seeing him like this, dressed in a grey jumpsuit and handcuffed to a metal table… it didn’t even look real.

"Please tell me it's not true."

He said nothing, cold brown eyes looking into yours as he raised a brow in response. You had been in this room with him for five minutes, and that’s all he could give you? No ‘I’m sorry’, no ‘I’m innocent, this is a mistake’, no nothing?

Your breathing shuddered as you tried not to erupt into tears. You had to keep your cool right now, no matter what.

"Sunato... did you- did you do something to those women?"

He let out a sigh before finally saying, "Ask me what you really want to ask."

You didn't have it in you to say the words. Not right now, not with the photos of the crimes so clear in your mind. You had seen the vacant eyes, the bloody skin, and the marks left on the lifeless bodies of young women that your husband had supposedly killed. No, not supposedly; there was too much evidence. He had confessed. He was guilty. You knew he was. But you had to hear him say it.

"Did you murder them?" you asked in a whisper, looking into his eyes. Eyes that looked like bottomless pits of darkness, so empty of the warmth and love that used to be directed at you. But not now.

You wondered if these were the eyes that those women had seen before he made them bleed to death. A shiver ran through you at the thought.

"Do you think I murdered them?" he asked instead.

"No!” you shouted with a slap on the metal surface, hands trembling as you fisted them under the table. With a deep breath, you begged, “Don't play games with me right now...."

An eternity seemed to pass by before he said the words you were dreading to hear.

"Yes."

Who knew that such a simple word could crumble your world?

You couldn't stop yourself from letting out a sob then, covering your eyes with your hands as fat tears streamed down your face. You could almost hear your heart break in two. How could he have done this? How could he confess such sins to you in such a calm tone, like you were the stupid one for not noticing it in the first place?

His next question made you wonder if he could read your mind.

"But you knew, didn't you?"

"I- what?..."

"You knew," he repeated. "You just chose not to believe it."

"How could you say-"

"You caught me washing blood off my clothes so many times,” he said with a shake of his head like he couldn’t believe you. “The nights I got home late, the scratches on my arms… C'mon, love, you are many things, but you're not dumb. You knew what I was doing before anyone else did."

"No, I-"

You had no idea. Of that, you were sure. Yes, you had seen him wash his clothes, and seen the scratches on his skin, and wondered about the late nights… but you had just shrugged it off as normal occurrences. You had never seen any blood, nor you ever had any reason to suspect him of doing anything foul. Cheating? Yes, that had crossed your mind, but never murder. But weren't the signs there? You actually didn’t know, or did you just choose not to see what was in front of you all this time?

"No,” you vehemently shook your head, face contorting as more tears streamed down your face. “I didn't know, you can't possibly believe-"

"If that's what makes you feel better, so be it," he said with a shrug. “But you can’t fool me, love.”

Somehow, those words hurt more than anything else. This man in front of you wasn't your husband. He was a stranger, a twisted version of the man that had been the love of your life since you were a teenager.

You never thought you could hate him as much as you loved him.

"Why did you do it?" you asked after another moment of silence.

"Because I could."

You let his words sink in. Then, another thought crossed your mind, this one making the blood in your veins run cold.

"Ever thought of… of doing the same to me?"

The smile he gave you was enough for you to know the answer.

"You were supposed to die on the first time we met," he started, gaze far away as he remembered, a mock of a fond smile on his lips. "I had it all planned out. You were supposed to be my first actual kill. But then I just," he paused there, letting out a long sigh before locking his gaze back on yours, "I just really liked you, I guess."

You didn't know what to say after his confession. You wanted to scream and cry, hit him until he was dead and bleeding, and make him regret not killing you in the first place. But you couldn't do that to the man you still loved.

So, you stood up and signaled the guard right outside the door. Without another glance at your husband, you walked out of the room, hesitating when you reached the threshold.

"Was it ever genuine?" you asked without turning to look at him. "Did you ever love me?"

A chuckle sounded behind you.

"No," he said, "Not in the way you want me to love you."

[suiana]

yandere! gamer boyfriends who are always gaming and leave you alone.

they have you questioning everything and anything about your relationship. was it all just a joke? is he cheating on you? why doesn't he show you affection?

and it's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he doesn't know how to.

he's spent his whole life gaming and huddled up in his little room that he forgot how relationships work. he feels so bad whenever he sees you moping around. so he does what he thinks is best.

"baby, what do you mean you don't like my gift?"

he thought you'd like his gift. i mean, you were complaining about this person for a whole now, he thought you'd want them gone...

a picture of them in his basement, all tied up while he poses cutely for the camera.

he thought that would be enough to please you, but it turns out he was wrong. you didn't like it at all. in fact, you called him a monster and even tried to break up with him!

"baby calm down, I'm just trying to make you happy."

he's pouting now, unsure of what to do. he doesn't know how to be sweet. he was never shown taught how to be loving and sweet. he doesn't know how to be a normal and sweet boyfriend.

"why don't you tell me what you want then? i just want to see you happy you know."

he really does. i mean, even if he doesn't show it, his heart and mind both belong to you. while he's gaming, you're all he can think about. actually, when he's doing anything for that matter, you're the only one on his mind. he can never think like how he used to before and it's all because of you.

"leave you alone? baby you're upset at me and I'm not leaving you alone. why can't we just talk things out?"

he refuses to let you leave his sight and out of his grasp. what if you go to some other person? he can't have that now, can he? also, don't people talk things out in a relationship? why are you trying to get away from him?

"you're mine. so don't ever think about leaving me."

a sweet kiss to your lips is all it takes for you to calm down.

huh, maybe he should kiss you more then.

inumaki toge, GOJO SATORU (but specifically if he was a loser nerd), kinich, kenma kozume, chishiya shuntaro, all of your favs

[lovemeferally]

Lap Dog // aib

niragi suguru x gn!reader

genre :: smut, just smut

word count :: 495

summery :: in which you teach aguni's lap dog a new trick c:

warnings :: smut (not really graphic), established 'relationship', dom/sub dynamic, sub!niragi, dom!reader, restraints, gagged, implied edging, choking, petplay if you squint, niragi can be a good boy sometimes

notes :: i don't typically post my writing. its all for myself. but i found this old drabble and thought someone else out there might enjoy it.

You’d taken to calling him Aguni’s lap dog. He was an obnoxious thing, always yipping at the most inappropriate times and nipping at every innocent passerby. He interjected himself unnecessarily into any situation. He was arrogant and cocky in some of the most unflattering ways.

But despite his insistent barking and stupid studded lolling tongue like a panting mutt you found him… delightful.

When it was just the two of you tucked away in private like this, it was easy to understand why. You crouch to his level and cradle Niragi’s face with both hands; Dark, blown out eyes search for your own in a haze. Gently you catch some of the spittle pooling from under the silicone bit wedged between his teeth.

“You’ve been such a good boy, haven’t you?”

Wordlessly, he attempts to lean into the touch, but the sound of clinking chain links stops him before the collar can tighten any further. You can’t help but admire the way the metal dips into the column of his neck. You can’t help but look in wonder at how taut his shoulders are from the nylon chord carefully climbing up his arms. You can’t help but look in reverence at just how hard his cock was straining against it’s own leather collar you’d placed at its base.

This man. This stupid fucking man.

Straddling his kneeling lap, you showered his face in gentle kisses, being sure to place one on each of those stupid piercings that made your stomach flip. The whole time you showered him in praises.

'Look at you, you’re so beautiful.', 'You’re being so good for me.', 'I’m so proud of you.'

Niragi was lost in the attentions, distracted as you unlatched the gag. Grabbing him by that mess of black hair and finally catching his mouth with your own is a relief for both of you. It was the first time tonight you’d given yourself the chance to taste him properly – unfair as it was since you’d so graciously allowed him to taste you.

He moaned again, low and guttural. You couldn’t help but chuckle lowly.

“You have to tell me what you want, pet.”

His dark eyes were still glossed over. His face and chest was still slick with a sheen of his own saliva. Your eyes followed that studded tongue as it darted across his bottom lip.

His request was resolved and sure despite the absolute mess of himself, “I want you to fuck me.” Oh, that went straight through you. But alas you tilted your head, coercing the remainder of the request. He hesitated this time, “Please.” You grinned, leaning deathly close to his lips knowing well that he couldn’t reach you with the chain links already digging so deep into the soft flesh of his throat.

He was going to have to concede one way or another, “Master. I want you to fuck me, please.”

Niragi may be Aguni’s lap dog. But he was your bitch.

[crybabydez]

My brain can’t help but think, so here ya go.

You couldn’t help but stop Chishiya one night when you both ended up on the roof together by complete accident. You both were acquainted well enough, you ironically were a hearts player.

“Eh?” He looked at you, face impassive. “What is it.”

You swallowed. His voice and piercing eyes were intimidating as he seemed to pick you apart and put you back together with a simple once over.

“I want us to get to know each other!”

He didn’t even grace you with an answer, continuing his descent down the stairs. You deflated, rejection coloring your expression before you shook your head.

“I know plenty about you already, y/n.”

[syntheticfoxfire]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ niragi + companionship [tw: dying, physical injuries]

You’ve been close to death before. Who here hasn't? This world isn’t particularly forgiving, so it’s only to be expected.

Still, you’ve never been this close and getting closer.

Putting more pressure on the bleeding hole in your stomach, you brave on. This isn’t how you meant to die. No matter how ruthless the games and this whole experience made you, how it all changed you, you still longed for happiness. And dying cold and alone wasn’t part of it. One would think that among the bodies that littered the streets there would be someone barely alive to keep you company at least, but that’s just your luck.

Then you hear a wet, disgusting couching. Great, that sounds promising. You’re not sure for how much longer you’ll be able to move, so you try to hurry.

What’s good is that the person in question isn’t too far and his wounds seem pretty bad. He’s been shot like you, and clearly you’re both at the end of your life spans unless a miracle happens. The bad news is who this guy is.

Then again, it’s the end of this world, seeing as only one last game remains. It’s most likely going to be your end too, so why not let go of all the hard feelings. You barely have any strength left anyway and you’d like to use it to breathe for a while longer.

You lower yourself to the ground, leaning for support on the car Niragi’s resting against. You sit right next to him, ignoring his scoff and venomous ‘fuck off’. Fuck him, though, so you move even closer, letting yourself fall over him and resting your upper body on his lap and stomach. His blood soaks your hair. You don’t care, it’s a mess anyway. Being like this feels pretty good though. Who would’ve thought.

“The fuck you’re doing,” he growls, his chest rumbling with blood slowly filling his lungs. You suppose he’d like to remove you from himself, but neither of you have enough strength to really move.

"Dying, the same as you," you shrug, or try to, "Don't wanna do it alone."

It's too late to hide now, to pretend. You're scared. You don't wanna die, period, but the prospect of dying alone is even more terrifying. While you were never more than a casual acquaintance or reluctant ally with Niragi, he’s a piece of familiarity. He’s not a good person, but he’s been decent enough to you. And you figure that here, on the brink of death, it doesn’t matter if he sees you open and vulnerable.

“Should’ve killed you when I had the chance,” he sighs, as exaggerated as his busted lungs allow. His wheezy breathing sounds terrible. You almost feel sorry for him. 

“Should’ve fucked me too, now we’ll die without ever having fun,” you chuckle. Ah, the memories. Maybe you were more than acquaintances. Where’s that line anyway? He huffs.

“Where’s the fun if you can’t fight back,” as he speaks, he lazily trails one of his hands up your thigh. You can tell it’s a lot of effort.

“I wouldn’t have fought back before either,” you hum, “You’re an asshole, but you’re hot. Back then and now.” His hand pauses on your leg, resting on your thigh before getting anywhere inappropriate. 

“You know, I always wondered how you were in our world,” you continue. Blood loss is probably making you too chatty for your own good. It feels comfortable though. He’s warm even as he’s bleeding out on you, you on him, your blood mixing with his in a puddle under your bodies. “I’d like to meet you there. I’m curious if we’d be friends.”

“You hate me,” he deadpans.

“You think I’d come to die together with you if I hated you?” you roll your eyes weakly, too afraid they’d really get stuck up there with how weak you were feeling, “The point is me hating you, not myself. I mean it’s not like I like you, but I guess there might be potential if we met under different circumstances.”

You close your eyes. You really shouldn’t have talked that much, but at least it’s taken your mind off things. He’s really warm. Soft, and his hand feels nice on your thigh. You let your head swing closer to his body, gently rubbing on his chest. His blood smears on your cheek and he hisses as you brush against his wound.

You feel him move, his hand lands on your shoulder and you think he might push you away. Yet instead of retaliating he just wraps his other arm around you. His hold is loose, and you guess there’s not much time for either of you. What a shame. You’d love to tease him.

Faintly you hear explosions somewhere both far away and all around you. A voice informs you about something, but you only make out the key words over the sound of Niragi’s barely-there heartbeat.

You make your choice, and you wonder where you’re going to wake up.

[part 2??]

[brdpch]

NSFW Alphabet - Chishiya Shuntarō

my gf wrote this about manga!chishiya and let me post it hehe

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Done and gone as some would say. Probably relaxing by himself with a book.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) He likes his face and his stomach. His partners - sucker for a pretty face.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Cumming down a person's throat, or other hole, no protection.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He sometimes looms in places where he can't be seen and observes the Beach members fucking.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Experienced enough, although not participating at all lately.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) On a side or any where he could restrain someone.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) No goofiness at all, he's not a very goofy person, but if sarcasm counts he is using it a lot during sex too.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Zero hair, ass too.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) The most intimacy he can offer is a pat on the back after he's done.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Few times a week, preferably when he takes a shower - more as a habit than a means of easing the sexual needs.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) sadism, voyeurism, restriction, dominance, humiliation (of the other person), public

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Anywhere he feels horny, he doesn’t care if he is caught.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Dangerous sexy people.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Shit, piss, anal.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Likes to recieve, doesn’t like to give unless he really likes the person.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Depends on the place and a person he is with.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He actually prefers quickies to normal sex.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Yes, please.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Isn’t very athletic but he trained himself to last pretty long.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He doesn’t like toys and doesn’t own them, they complicate a simple act.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) A LOT, he enjoys the chase and being chased/teased too.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He is rather quiet but enjoys when his partners are loud.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) He did the deed in the bathroom of a hospital, more than once, with different people.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Big cock, elegant balls, average ass.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Rather on the lower side.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Quickly after the deed.

[niki-phoria]

Hi hi hi !! Can you do a scenario where chishiya's gn! s/o (who's normally sweet and sunshiney) finally snaps and cusses someone out or smth? I thought it would be p funny lmaosjsks (also unrelated but like who's ur txt bias)

i'm so obsessed with doctor chishiya you don't understand

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (they/them pronouns used once) genre: fluff word count: 1.3k

warnings: not canon compliant, pretend this is before chishiya also starts sacrificing people ig ??, canon typical violence, death, cussing, i can't actually remember how arisu arisued his way out of this game so this could've actually gotten all of them killed lmao, i am incapable of writing fics if they don't end in a confession idk

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i couldn't really figure out how to make reader sweet so i just made them super cooperative (if that makes sense lmao) i hope you like it !!

also i am a beomgyu stan at heart but kai has had a GRIP on me since cysm something in that studio choom fancam changed me idk

requests open !! read my rules first

a group of people are already awkwardly standing around when you approach the building. a ‘ding’ chimes as soon as you enter the doorway, confirming your participation. you grab one of the phones on the table and sign in before moving to lean against the wall. chishiya stands next to you, subtly judging the people around you. 

“registration closed. game: dead or alive. difficulty: three of clubs,” the announcement begins. “rules: players must choose between two doors to exit the building. game clear: players exit the building safely within the time limit. game over: players enter the wrong room or run out of time.”

a clock hanging on the wall lights up with a timer counting down from two minutes. the people around you begin to panic. 

“life or death?” a woman reads. she’s wearing an apron covered in flour, nervously looking around the room. “how do we know which one to choose?” 

“just pick one,” a man argues. he’s in jeans and a stained shirt that reeks of alcohol, even in the borderlands. his words slur together a little. “we’re all gonna die anyways.” 

“nobody has to die,” you interrupt. “we can work together to win this one. we still have one minute and forty seconds left.” you glance between the two doors. they both look the same- artwork printed on the top half of a door labeled either “life” or “death.” 

“it’s life,” a man wearing a business suit says. his voice is deep and confident. there are no wrinkles or imperfections in his clothes though he looks tired. he peers at you through thick glasses perched on his nose. 

a high school girl nervously runs towards the door, swinging it open and stepping inside. less than a second later, a laser shoots through the ceiling and her body falls to the ground. your body stiffens next to chishiya. you stare at her corpse in shock until he starts pulling your arm, shoving you through the death door and slamming it shut behind himself. the room sets alight as soon as he does. 

“why would you do that?” the woman wearing an apron yells. “she was just a kid!” 

“these are death games,” the businessman apathetically responds. crooked fingers raise to push his glasses up, staring at you. “sacrifice is always necessary.” 

“we’re running out of time,” a teenager mumbles. he still has a bike helmet strapped on. “we need to choose another door.” 

time continues to tick down. panic engulfs the room. the woman nervously glances between the two doors before she closes her eyes, placing her hand on the handle of the life door and swinging it open. after a few seconds she lets out a relieved gasp. you’re quick to follow her out of the room, shutting the door behind you. 

the next room looks exactly the same as the others. a gray room with two doors, one labeled ‘life’ and the other ‘death.’ the timer is becoming faster now. 

“we should take turns choosing doors,” the woman suggests. “i picked the last one, it’s someone else’s turn.” 

“that sounds fair, right?” the high school boy anxiously fiddles with the clasp of his helmet. he glances at the time before turning to you. “i think they should go.” 

you flinch a little from the sudden suggestion but nod. “okay.” before you can leave to open a door chishiya pulls you back by your arm, leaning in to whisper in your ear. 

“pick death.” he has no expression when you look at him but gives you a small nod towards the door. your hand shakes a little when you set it on the handle, swinging the door open and stepping into the room. after a few seconds of nothing happening, you let out a small sigh of relief. 

“who goes next?” you ask, looking between the teenager and the businessman. 

“your friend should go,” the businessman says. “he said something to you before you picked the door. what was it?” 

“why does that matter?” 

“he hasn’t said a word since we got here. for all we know, he could be a part of the games.” the woman shrinks back away from you at his words. you scoff. 

“you really think whoever is running these games is sending in spies?”

“he’s right,” the teenager says, moving to the other side of the room next to the woman. “how do we know who you are?” 

“we’re running out of time,” chishiya says. only thirty seconds remain on the timer. he grabs your hand, moving to the ‘life’ door and opening it. after a few uneventful seconds, the others rush into the room behind you. 

“he’s gotten every single answer right,” the businessman argues. “how?” 

chishiya sighs. “the building is shaped like a square. there’s one room in the middle and eight rooms surrounding it. the girl who opened the first door led to the room in the middle. if we stick to the edges of the building we’ll be able to complete the game.” 

“how long have you known how to win?” the woman yells. “why did you let that girl die? how can we trust you?” 

“i wasn’t sure until the second room.” 

“if you’re so sure, then open the wrong door.” the businessman says. “if you’re right, then the middle room will have more than one door and we’ll be able to see inside.” 

“are you a fucking idiot?” the words leave your mouth before you realize what they are, only spurred on by the anger coursing through you. “seriously, who do you think you are? you’ve done nothing but guess your way through the game and now that we have a strategy you’re complaining about the plan working? shut up and listen for once. he’s saving your lives!” 

you take a breath to calm yourself, almost shrinking back to chishiya’s side. he glances over his shoulder at you, silently reaching over to take your hand into his. the group stares between you, chishiya, and the businessman but you ignore them. the warmth of chishiya’s hand in yours calms you. 

“it has to be death,” he says, turning back to the group. “open the door.” nobody moves until you drag him with you to the door, swinging it open and entering the next room. 

you follow chishiya through the rest of the rooms until you end up at the final room. “wait,” he pulls you back, next to his side. there are only ten seconds on the timer. “the ‘life’ door leads to the middle room but the ‘death’ one goes back to the original room.” 

“the entrance and exit must be the same.” you rush to the door, quickly throwing it open and running out of the room. the fire barely misses you as it scorches the room, setting it alight in flames. you pant, leaning back against the wall of the original room. 

your phone chimes in your pocket. “game cleared. congratulations.” 

chishiya’s hand remains in yours, leading you out of the building. the cool night air feels good against your skin. he squeezes your hand, letting himself slightly relax. “thank you,” he whispers. “for standing up for me. for trusting me.” 

you nod, pulling him into a hug. chishiya stiffens a little, awkwardly standing in front of you before hesitantly wrapping his arms around you. “of course i trust you. i love you.” 

chishiya presses a kiss against your forehead, pulling you a little closer. “i love you too.” 

[sunoooism]

i would like to req something pls hehe ^^

chishiya + reader e2l are being yk a couple in secret right but then friends catch them and then everyone goes :o because friends aren't used to shiya being lovey let alone with the person they would least expect to ever see with him

tytytyty it's been a while since ive read anything aib but ive noticed the thinning of fics because of the hype dying down :c

I hope this was okay for you! <3

ARE YOU GUYS BONING?!- chishiya shuntaro x gn!reader

୨୧ . . . content— secret relationship, crack/fluff, profanity, mentions of sex.

from the outside you and Chishiya were friends, but nothing more in your friends' eyes, they thought you got into disputes far too easily to tolerate each other in a loving way. to them you were this cheerful and bubbly person who was always ready to help others despite what people warned, and from their point of view Chishiya was this cold, stoic and on occasion brooding man who held little empathy for anyone but himself. but this was of course their view. to you Chishiya was significantly different. sure, he still harbored the traits that others viewed him as but he also had more caring ones. when it was just the two of you he wasn't exactly bouncing off the walls and hugging you till you couldn't breathe, but he was more open and relaxed. he let you hug him and kiss him wherever you pleased and he was more comfortable showing you physical affection. he'd always ask if you'd remembered to eat or drink anything that day and if not he would cook your favorite meal. at least twice a week he fed into your obsession with little trinkets he'd see on his way home from work, it made his day more bearable when it ended with your smile. to you, Chishiya was your caring boyfriend. which is why you had to hide it. you both knew that if found out you would in turn receive endless amounts of teasing from your mutual friends. especially Kuina.

unfortunately your friend group was together almost every day of the week so you rarely got alone together unless you snuck away somewhere which was definitely not meant to be used as a secret meet up spot. so when Chota and Karube invited you and the others to a party, you and your secret lover declined for separate reasons. there was no way you weren't taking advantage of this chance to be alone. you had texted the group chat saying you were sick and at home while Chishiya had said he was out of town for personal reasons, which wasn't technically a lie on his part.

"peace, finally" you muttered as you shuffled into Chishiya more, your head rested between his neck and shoulder while he had an arm around you to ensure you stayed close. "they better not blow up my phone" you chuckled and refocused your attention to the t.v where a film of Chishiya's choice was playing but soon got distracted and started to fidget with his hands, occasionally you pulled one toward your face so you could lay a kiss on the back of his hand. times like these were the ones you truly cherished.

as the hours ticked by you felt yourself getting sleepy, the repetitive dialogue on the t.v and the slight buzz your boyfriend's cologne gave your head wasn't helping you stay awake. the comforting feeling of having him around didn't help you to stay conscious either. soon the urge to sleep overpowered your body and Chishiya could feel you drifting off on top of him. he lowered the volume on the television for your comfort and pulled a blanket over you both so you wouldn't be cold. Shuntaro never really imagined himself being so lucky. everyone always called him cold and incapable of love, which was in fact a lie. he just showed it differently, which you knew and were okay with. he was immensely grateful that you let him show his adoration for you the way he preferred.

the light of the day was fading and along with it Chishiya's will to stay awake. you had only been passed out for around half an hour so he didn't need to worry about you waking up. so with you tucked up in his hold he let himself fall asleep with you, his head falling to rest on top of yours. when you both awoke to what you assumed to be morning but were instead met with flashing phone cameras you were stunned and a little frustrated to say the least.

"Chishiya, what are you doing to Y/n!" Arisu slurred, clearly more than a little tipsy from the way he was holding himself. "he's cuddling them, that's what he's doing!" Tatta had pushed himself to the front of the huddle just to yell, "are you guys boning?!" Usagi slapped his arm and sent a distasteful glare his way. "don't be so vulgar!"

"okay then, are you guys 'making love'!" Chishiya stared at his flushed friend in disgust and rolled his eyes when they all insisted on an answer from him. "no, we are not boning or making love. we're dating you morons."

silence followed Chishiya's bold statement. everybody stared at each other with wide eyes. the awkward stillness was interrupted when Kuina burst out laughing, the voracity of her cackles almost tipped her over. "okay, good one, Chishiya!" others followed suit after realizing it was a joke. most doubling over in lung aching laughter. "oh my god, man! you almost got me!"

"c'mon guys, let's leave this endearing couple alone!" what they failed to realize was that this was in fact not a joke, and was quite a real relationship. you both stared in shock as your group of drunk friends stumbled out the door and slammed it behind them.

"did they just leave….?"

"It seems that way, yes."

©sunoooism

[shunchitaro]

Banda x GN!Reader

Genre: ?? (TW: Banda is a TW in itself, idk) ?? Basically Banda being your stalker in the real world, and you meet him again in one of your games [REQUESTED]

["I always feel like, somebody's watching me."]

Unsettled.

They didn't know why they felt that way almost all the time, but it sent goose bumps up their skin- the hair on their skin standing. No matter where they went, they felt as if there was somebody staring at them, but every time they whipped their head around as if to catch the culprit, there was no one there.

Once, they got home to see their living room lights open and their eyebrows knit together in confusion. They knew for sure they switched all the lights off before they left. They went to the kitchen, seeing their honey scented lip balm lying on the floor.

"Strange, i thought I lost this."

<><><>

The unsettling feeling left for a while since they joined the games, but yet again they felt as if it was back.

"You seem nervous"

Chishiya's voice brought them back to their senses. They were walking into a prison for a Jack of Hearts game, and they just realized they were zoned out while walking.

"I'm not nervous"

"Your nibbling your bottom lip, and your eyes are unmoving and staring at nothing as we walk. You're toying with the hem of your shirt and you keep exhaling deeply every few seconds. You're usually only this ay when you're nervous. So tell me what's wrong"

Screw Cheese Boy and his attentiveness.

Fortunately Chishiya left them alone as they got into the room and put a collar on, Y/N copying his movements.

They felt unnerved again, but this time felt stronger than before. They glanced around the room until they noticed one of the people already staring.

A male with kempt hair and a slightly wrinkled light navy polo with a few buttons undone revealing a white shirt stared at them intently. They noticed how much he reminded them of Chishiya- the slightly raised eyebrows and a smirk on his features. Yet his smirk felt different.

It's as if he recognized you, and his smirk only displayed how pleased he was to be in the same room as you.

Unsettling.

<><><>

"Y/N"

They were picking out snacks when they heard their name called. Thinking it was Chishiya they turned around, only to be surprised seeing it was the same male from earlier.

Since when did they introduce themselves?

"How.. how the heck do you know my name?" Y/N retaliated, and the male took a few steps forward, causing Y/N to step back. They felt the shelves behind them, and before they could move the male had placed his hands on either side of their head so they couldn't escape. His hand drifting down their side before reaching Y/N's pockets, pulling out the honey scented lip balm.

"You know, I missed this. I shouldn't have left it behind when you almost caught me in our house." He chuckled. Y/N's eyes widened.

"Since when did you have keys to my house?!"

"Not my fault you keep it on the fire extinguisher case next to your door, princess. It was so easy to see, like you were practically begging me to come inside your home."

Y/N felt as if there were bugs crawling on her skin. The male only laughed in triumph, opening the lip balm and putting some on Y/N's lips before his own, then storing it back in their bag.

So he was the guy watching them. He probably knew everything about them now, since Y/N already felt this way  a few months before the games.

"You creep!" Y/N hissed, pushing him in the chest so he backs away.

He glances Y/N up and down before shaking his head in amusement, turning to leave.

"My name's Banda Sunato, darling" he winked, before disappearing down the corridor.

Guess this game is going to be pretty eventful.

Author's note: Hello requester-san! I hope you liked this. I love Banda sm but idk how to write him :') Sorry if this didn't come out the way you wanted it to! Idk if u wanted this to be romantic/platonic so I improvised instead. Anw, have a great rest of your day everyone! <3

[nessinborderland]

ive been in a mira kano mood recently so… maybe a mira drabble? with a sick reader that she’s taking care of?

This was such a nice thing to write, got me in my feelings, thank you 🥹💖

Also I wrote this in like 10 minutes so be kind lol

Mira could hear you coughing even before she entered your shared room. You had been like this for almost a week now, and it was starting to scare her. Even if you weren’t in the Borderlands, the feverish and weak state you were in was still a cause for concern. How could she be sure that you wouldn’t die in some random game?

“Hey, sweetheart,” she greeted, a soft smile on her lips as she approached your side of the bed. “How’re you feeling?”

You coughed in response, opening your eyes to send her a tired smile. Mira couldn’t stop herself from noticing how sick you looked, from your clammy skin to your bloodshot eyes and runny nose. It pained her to see you in such a state.

“M’fine,” you muttered, moving to sit up against the pillows as you noticed the bowl of soup in her hands. “Is that chicken soup?”

“Your favorite,” Mira answered as she set the steaming bowl on the bedside table before helping you recline comfortably against your pillows.

“Too bad I can’t taste it,” you said with a weak chuckle as you leaned back, eyes closing and shoulders sagging like that simple movement was a herculean task.

“You still need to eat.”

Mira grabbed the bowl again, blowing a little on it before bringing a spoonful of soup to your waiting mouth. You swallowed the warm broth, wincing as it hurt your sore throat. For a few minutes, you just enjoyed each other’s presence as you ate, your hand on Mira’s thigh as she fed you until the bowl was empty.

“You know, I-” you murmured, followed by a cough that shook your whole body. Mira brushed your back until you stopped, handing you a glass of water that you swallowed like you hadn’t had a drink in months. Then you looked her in the eyes, sighing as you started again, “It’s at times like this that I miss home.”

Mira tried to ignore the pain that those words caused her. You had stayed in the Borderlands for her, and she was well aware of that. But when you said those words, in circumstances like this… that’s when she wished she could change things.

“Being with you is enough, but… I miss our apartment. I miss cooking for you, and I miss our plants, and I miss our cat and our routine and I just…” you were rambling now. Mira said nothing, just listening as you went on and on down memory lane. Then you paused, whispering “…I miss our life together as it was,” before falling asleep.

“I miss it too,” Mira whispered as she combed your sweaty hair out of your forehead before pressing a kiss against your hot skin. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

[bangtanmix73]

Just a little Last Boss x reader x Niragi drabble :).

Please know I do NOT condone any of Niragi’s of Last Boss’ actions. This is purely fictional. The only reason anyone writes for Niragi or Last Boss is because their actors are pretty.

-

You began to slowly wake up. You didn’t open your eyes nor did you want to because of how bright the sun shining through the curtains is.

As you became more conscious, you became aware of how much your body hurt, aching like you had just finished a spades game. Your neck was stiff from how hard the pillow felt. Not only did your body hurt, it was sticky from what you guessed was sweat from the day before.

Only when you had regained full consciousness, you realized three arms were wrapped around you. In panic, your eyes shot open to see you were resting your head on a chest. You took a deep breath, silently preparing yourself for who the two people in bed with you are.

You glanced up to see Last Boss of all people. He had one arm wrapped around your shoulders, holding you against him while the other was curled underneath his head.

Fear seeped into you. You prayed there wasn’t another militant behind you, or worse, him.

Unfortunately, no god heard your prayer. You turned your head to face Niragi, who some people say so the worst militant of them all. He had both arms loosely wrapped around your waist, his body pressed up against yours.

You paled as you noticed not only are you in the same bed as the two of the most feared men on The Beach, you were in the same bed as them naked. You had sex with them.

Panic washed over you as your mind replayed the events of the night before. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest as your thoughts floods with the thought of them killing you when they woke up. You had to get out there.

Gently as you could, as to not wake them, you untangled yourself from the men, slithering out of the bed. You threw your swimsuit back as quickly yet quietly as possible.

You were making your way to the door as you heard rustling from the bed. You froze, turning around. You sighed in relief as Niragi only rolled over, his back facing you now.

You continued your journey to the door, pulling it open. You slipped out the door, closing the door as soundlessly as possible. You glanced around, scanning the empty hallway. No one must be out yet or they’re already downstairs.

You scurried back to your room, not wanting to be caught there if someone came back. One, important, question wondered around your mind.

How are you going to avoid them?

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

can i req where(after the meteor) reader is lying next to chishiya but felt like they met before,,the rest u can write up to u :)) ty for ur work!!

༉‧₊˚. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 || 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮

― pairing: chishiya shuntarou x plus size!reader

― season: 2

― summary: you were the last thing he saw when he bled out, and you were the first thing he saw when he had woken up, now all that's left is to put together the pieces of your past life romance.

― warnings: mentions of guns, mentions of people getting shot, niragi is warning within itself, aib s2 spoilers, chishiya bleeding out :[, hospitals, broken limbs, maybe ooc chishiya? depends on your interpretation of his character!, chishiya's sarcasm, fluff.

― wc: 1455

⋆ a/n: i decided to knock both of these out at once seeing as though they're roughly the same! this is my first ever chishiya fic on this profile, so thank you @phoenix666stuff and anon for your request!

masterlist | AO3

Everything happened so fast, from Niragi shooting Chishiya the first time, the ex-militant challenging them to a shootout, to your boyfriend-but not protecting Usagi from getting shot, taking the brunt of it as he fell to the ground. Arisu had shot Niragi, sending him flying off from the car that he was standing on.

“Chishiya!” Your scream echoed throughout the empty street as you ran toward the man you were in love with. “No, no, no, no...” You kept repeating to yourself as you put pressure on his wound. “You’re okay, Shuntaro, you’re okay.” Usually, Chishiya would’ve chided you for using his first name, but with the pain coming from his chest to the panic in your eyes, he couldn’t find himself able to muster up the energy to do so.

Arisu said your name, placing a hand on your shoulder as you turned to look at him with tears in your eyes. “We have to move him.” And move him you guys did, leaning him up against a car where you sat down next to him. “You’re not coming to the final game with us?” Usagi asked. You shook your head, taking your lover’s weak hand in yours. “No, I- I can’t leave him like this.” You whispered. “Don’t be an idiot.” You heard Chishiya say next to you. “I’m not. I’m staying here.” You said firmly. “What if something happens?” Arisu was unsure about leaving you out here in the open, so vulnerable.

“Then it happens, and I’ll handle it, but you guys have to go.” Usagi and Arisu shared a look before they both bent down to hug you, Usagi sparing you an even harder squeeze before she pulled away begrudgingly.

Back when you had first arrived at the Beach, you had found friendship within the mountain climber, the woman making this world much more bearable, fighting side by side with you as you completed games together. You could even say that she had grown to become your best friend.

“Why would you do that?” You turned your attention to the stubborn man. “Because I wanted to.”

A peaceful silence settled around the two of you before you broke it.

“You know, this was not the place I had imagined falling in love in.” There was a bitter smile on your face as you turned to look at him. “I guess there’s no reason to keep it a secret anymore. I love you, Chishiya Shuntaro, no matter how cruel or unempathetic you’ve been to me. I- I don’t regret meeting you, don’t regret being a part of your stupid plan back at the Beach, that I had finally found you again.” You had begun to tear up as he just stared at you. “I don’t know who I am to you, I don’t know if you feel the same despite all those nights we shared together in secret. I don’t know what waits for us on the other side, I- I don’t even know if were going to make it out of this, but if we do, I swear, I will find you.”

“I do.” He groaned. “You what?” You asked with furrowed brows. “I feel the same.” You laughed deliriously, looking like a lunatic with dried blood and tears on you. “Who knew it would take you until you were dying to tell me.” Your comment had caused that shit-eating smirk you loved but also hated so much to spread on his face. You leaned down hesitantly, placing a kiss on his lips. He reciprocated your affections the best he could before your amorous exchange was interrupted by the question of,

“Say yes if you would like permanent residency, say no if you wish to return.”

“What are you going to pick?” You asked after you firmly declared that no, you do not want to stay there. “I don’t want it, I think.” You smacked him light-heartedly, “Don’t be an ass.” He snorted. His hands squeezed yours to bring your attention back to him. “What do you think is going to happen now?” You were overcome with anxiety as you asked him. “I don’t know.” And that was the last thing he had said to you before everything went black.

One moment you were walking to your favorite convenience store, the next there were comets flying in the sky in broad daylight before disaster struck. For the moments that you had been rendered unconscious, you felt as though you had been sent to a far away before you were awoken by EMT’s pulling your body out from under the rubble of fallen buildings, frantically searching for life behind your bleary eyes. Your body was assaulted by overwhelming feelings of pain in every single part of you during your short-lived consciousness, before you had passed out, once again.

Beeping. There was annoying beeping sounding from all around you. Groaning, you peeled your eyes open, which felt like they had been encrusted closed. ‘A hospital room, how lovely’ you couldn’t help but think. “What the hell happened?” You mumbled to yourself, your voice a terrible rasp. A nurse tending to another patient turned to answer you. “There was a comet that destroyed Shibuya. Your heart, and many others even stopped for a minute.” It was almost impossible to wrap your head around what she was saying. It felt way longer than a minute.

Turning your head to your right, you were met with a man with long bleached blonde hair, just staring off into the distance in front of him.

“You in here for the same thing?” You couldn’t help but ask. When he turned to look at you, something familiar settled in your gut. His eyes made you angry as well as shy, like you had gazed into them many times before. “Mhm.” Was all that you had gotten back from him. It was a short response, a valid one to give someone you didn’t know, but he didn’t stop looking at you either. Your heart sped up, which was obvious due to the machine hooked up to you.

The day had bled into night, and upon further inspection from doctors, you were cleared to go home the next day with only a broken arm. A part of you didn’t want to leave your roommate that you had grown fond to in such a short amount of time. Even though you two had soon gotten to know each other through the night, it felt like you had already known that he was a doctor before he had told you, like it wasn’t anything new. He didn’t look all that surprised when you told him about your life as well, as if he felt the same. You grew to find that his name was Chishiya.

You didn’t have much to take home from the hospital, besides your dirty clothes that you had reluctantly put back on. There was dirt and grime all over them, but it felt better than walking out into the busy streets of Tokyo in those hospital gowns that made you feel like you were naked. It was safe to say you were disappointed to find the man that you had embarrassingly grown a crush on in such a short amount of time was gone from his bed, sheets rustled and blanket discarded.

Letting out a sigh, you left the room, heading towards the stairs until you heard someone pipe up from behind you.

“Leaving without saying goodbye?” Chishiya asked in amusement. You turned around, a small smile on your face. “I didn’t know where you were.” He leant on his crutch so that he could lift a bottle of juice clasped in his free hand before lowering his arm back down. “Have they told you when you’re going to be released?” He hummed, “Tomorrow.” He said simply before taking a sip of his drink. His eyes stayed trained on you as you looked to the side before back to him.

“I- uh. Goodbye?” You chuckled awkwardly. Chishiya swallowed his drink, fighting against the whirlwind of emotions brewing inside of him. Even though his face didn’t show it, he felt a constant pull towards you, he did even before you had awakened from your slumber, unable to help his curiosity as he found himself in a hospital room. It was at that moment that he realized that he couldn’t let you go, something inside of him couldn’t allow you to leave.

“A coffee couldn’t hurt.” Was all he said. Your eyebrows furrowed before they raised. “Are you asking me out?” You asked unsurely, albeit hopefully.

He hummed. “If that’s what you’d like to call it.” You broke out into a fuller smile this time. “Then yes, a coffee couldn’t hurt.”

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[sanb3rry]

hi hi hi can i please request a kuina (aib) x reader fic where kuina does the readers make up🙏🙏

kiss and makeup !

in which you let your darling gf practice her makeup on you.

cw : ooc! kuina, set after leaving borderland, typos (maybe)

kuina glanced at you through the mirror as you were sitting on the bed and scrolling on your phone.

"can i do your makeup?" she looked at you with bright eyes.

"what? you want to do my makeup?" you looked back at her and saw her nod her head. "alright" you sighed.

you got up and sat on her vanity's chair. "hm, i think this shade would look good on you, what do you think?" she said referring to the lipstick shes holding.

"if you think so, it probably would." you hummed. she giggled as she turned the chair. "you're so pretty." she smiled.

you could feel your face getting hot, "thank you." you whispered. "you're welcome, pretty." she replied as she got done with applying the lipstick.

"it does look really good shade on you." she mused. you picked up an eyeliner, "you think you can put this on me?" you asked.

"ooh! yea." she sat on your lap and winked, "for precision." she said and took you eyeliner from you.

you were trying to not explode from how your face was to yours, also doesn't help that she's so pretty.

you glanced at her lips once,

twice,

thrice,

"do you wanna kiss me that badly?" she chuckled.

"you noticed?" you sucked in a breath as she moved closer, your lips so close to hers. "yea." she said and kissed you. the eyeliner had been long forgotten as she put her arms around your shoulder and pulled you closer.

she tasted like cherries, you thought. it felt like minutes had gone by before she pulled away. "your lipstick is smudged." she giggled as she uses her thumb to fix it.

"i dont mind." you replied breathlessly as you put your head on her. she played with your hair, and in that moment you knew that you really really liked her.

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