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A NEW PERSPECTIVE

Chishiya x reader

Based on a request: Reader’s caught in rumours with Niragi while secretly with Chishiya.

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"Where are you rushing off to, miss?" lamented a distressed Kuina as she rubbed the arm Y/N had bumped into moments earlier due to her hurried pace through the hallways of The Beach.

"Sorry, Kuina, I didn’t see you! Niragi told me to head down to the pool for a while. Apparently, it’s not too crowded right now, and I can enjoy some peace outdoors," Y/N replied, somewhat hurriedly.

"Oh, Niragi again…" Kuina’s feigned arm pain quickly vanished upon hearing Niragi’s name come from her friend’s lips. "You know I’m not too fond of him… But as long as my friend is happy, I’ll accept it!" she concluded with a smile on her face.

Y/N sighed dramatically. She was tired of constantly being paired with Niragi, but she had learned, through harsh experience, that it was impossible to change her friend’s mindset. Besides, it wasn’t entirely bad that people believed she was involved with the high-ranking militant. Y/N couldn’t deny the advantages it had brought her, like avoiding sleazy men with dirty intentions or gaining a certain prestige at The Beach.

Yes, it was true that she had felt somewhat uncomfortable at first, especially when she realized Niragi seemed to enjoy the confusion of others and took advantage of it to act more affectionate than usual: an arm over her shoulder, sharing his drink, or even referring to her as "his girl" in front of others. But Niragi was just Niragi, and Y/N knew it. She knew him since she could remember. She didn’t recall how that man, who was a boy at the time, had come into her life to stay, but suddenly he was in all her photo albums, and before she knew it, they were two young adults about to start college. Niragi had been her confidant, her friend, a shoulder to lean on… her everything. And she thought she had been that for him too.

It was a huge shock to find him in that place, almost by chance. After a particularly bloody game that had left her reeling from blood loss, Niragi appeared like a shadow in the darkness, and it wasn’t until a few days later, waking up in a comfortable hotel bed, that she recognized the man who had been part of her life for so many years. It didn’t take long for them to catch up, and surprisingly, Y/N understood, as no one else had, the character her friend had become fixated on playing. After all, she had been a close witness to Niragi’s darkest moments.

Everything seemed to be going well until a certain blonde crossed her path. Y/N had seen him wandering the hotel halls from time to time, even catching him a few times observing the world from the rooftop. He reminded her of a cat, that was the first thing she thought. Always so stealthy, so mysterious, as if he was constantly on a mission that he didn’t care about… but it wasn’t until that game that she glimpsed the nature of that man in all its glory. A strategic player, no doubt, confident, and even somewhat arrogant. His arrogance, however, had saved them that night during the sword game, and as amazed as she was by the man’s quick thinking, and somewhat shaken after her near-death experience, she couldn’t help but approach him.

Y/N remembered that night as the night when everything started. She introduced herself to him with a timid, blood-and-dirt-stained face and made sure to thank him for saving them all that night. She remembered how he looked at her, with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a shadow of unease in his gaze. Y/N would later learn that people at The Beach didn’t associate with him and that he was considered one of the best sword players around, known for successfully solving extreme mental challenges and never hesitating to sacrifice whatever and whomever for one more night of survival. He introduced himself as Chishiya.

She remembered how upset Niragi was when she told him, blushing and stammering, about her new friendship with the blonde. He had assured her that Chishiya wasn’t a good man, that he would take advantage and then discard her like a used piece when he couldn’t get any more out of her. Y/N ignored her friend’s warnings, and her relationship with Chishiya unexpectedly flourished.

The blonde man had never thought he would experience love in his life, let alone in a place like this. But when, later on, he saw Y/N’s life hanging by a thread in a game, he knew he couldn’t live without her and, indeed, against all odds, he was in love. Yet, going against what his heart longed to do, he never declared his feelings, driven by an irrational fear of rejection or a logical dread of losing her in that dangerous world. Even though they weren’t officially a couple, they had shared certain moments that they kept secret in the deepest corners of their hearts: conversations in their rooms late into the night, hands intertwined furtively, or even a few kisses on the cheek in the privacy of the dark. It was a tacit understanding between them: they knew they felt something for each other, but neither was willing to take the first step to clarify the situation. Y/N, in any case, didn’t think it was necessary; after all, they seemed to be fine as they were, and Chishiya thought the same. Until she was seen with Niragi.

Niragi knew about Y/N’s feelings for the other man long before Chishiya understood the closeness between the two. The rifle-wielding man did not hesitate to act when he noticed the frown on the blonde’s face due to his inexplicable proximity to Y/N. They were at the bar; Kuina and Y/N liked to enjoy The Beach’s party atmosphere from time to time, and although Chishiya didn’t share that sentiment, he had no choice but to join the party when he found himself alone in his room, unable to sleep and yearning for the presence of the woman who made him feel what he had never dared to feel. But when he went down to the pool, the scene he encountered couldn’t have been more different from what he had expected. There was Y/N at the bar, ordering a drink and unexpectedly close to the man he considered one of his rivals at The Beach. Chishiya watched with concealed surprise as Niragi smiled maliciously at him while crossing gazes, all the while putting his arm around the girl’s shoulders and whispering something in her ear, never dropping his seductive demeanor. Chishiya was about to approach under the pretext of ruining Niragi’s flirtation, pulling Y/N out of a potentially uncomfortable situation with the groping, intrusive man, but his intentions were thwarted when, to his horror, Y/N returned the smile to the pierced man, nodding at whatever he had said. Such proximity, Y/N’s comfort in that man’s arms… it couldn’t be faked, and as he was about to turn and leave, a somewhat drunk Kuina, clutching a drink tightly, approached him to deliver the final blow.

"Aren’t they adorable?"

Had Chishiya allowed himself to be more human that night, he would have gone to the bar to get drunk, which was what his senses were urging him to numb the unknown pain that had settled in his chest. But he wasn’t like that. Instead, he went to his room and decided that night to end the volatile situation between him and the girl.

That same night, Y/N couldn’t get Chishiya out of her mind, and no matter how much she danced with Niragi or Kuina, or drank a cocktail or two, the image of the blonde kept coming back to her thoughts. She decided, that same night, to end the indefinite situation between her and the man. And that was exactly what she did.

The morning after the party, still suffering from the consequences of alcohol and dancing, she showed up at Chishiya’s door. She knocked twice and waited, with her heart racing in her throat. For a moment, she thought about how bad of an idea it was, but before she could even turn around and run back to her room, the door opened. A half-asleep Chishiya stood in the doorway, cursing himself internally for not asking earlier who was knocking. When his brain told him that this was the moment to end everything and spare himself more pain, his arms stretched out, pulling the girl into an intimate and affectionate embrace, trying to communicate everything he didn’t dare to say aloud. And so, another day, their relationship stayed afloat, unspoken.

Y/N spoke to him that same morning, while they were having breakfast together in his room, about her closeness with Niragi. She didn’t explain the origin of their close bond, as Niragi had almost begged her not to disclose anything about their past. Chishiya swallowed all his questions and showed disinterest in the information Y/N was sharing, which was a relief for the girl, wrongly interpreting that the blonde didn’t mind or even care about her affairs with Niragi. That morning, however, she left Chishiya’s room wearing her characteristic white sweatshirt. He had insisted that she take it with the excuse that her bikini was wet and that if she got sick, she wouldn’t be able to perform well enough to survive the game that night.

Niragi couldn’t help but laugh when he heard his friend explain why she was wearing that garment, and a whole elaborate plan began to make sense in his mind as he realized it was the perfect opportunity to irritate the man he despised so much.

"Earth to Y/N…" Kuina

She was still standing in the middle of the hallway. "Weren’t you in such a hurry to see your 'friend'?" she said, making exaggerated quotation marks with her hands.

"Oh yes, I got distracted," Y/N said, snapping out of her thoughts.

"Go on! Don’t keep him waiting!" urged Kuina, almost pushing her out of the hotel.

Indeed, just as Niragi had assured her, there weren’t many people at the pool; it was the perfect time to lie on a lounge chair, relax, clear her mind, and let herself be carried away by the muted sounds of the hotel. But Niragi had a different idea. When he saw Y/N arriving, he was already in the water, aggressively pushing some of The Beach’s inhabitants aside to make his way to the shore.

"Where have you been? People are going to start arriving; it was much emptier before!" scolded the pierced man.

"I got distracted," Y/N apologized as she entered the pool, hissing from the temperature.

Niragi didn’t take long to approach her and wrap her in an embrace that, for everyone present, could easily be mistaken for an act of love and tenderness.

"Did you get distracted with that idiot?" the man reprimanded her.

"No, smartass. I was chatting with Kuina," Y/N replied.

"The blonde’s little friend… I don’t like her either," Niragi sighed.

"You don’t like anyone," the girl laughed.

"Only you," the man almost whispered with a mocking smile, bringing his face closer to hers in a flirtatious act.

Y/N laughed, pulling away from him and creating space between their bodies. No matter how much she cared for Niragi, she still felt uncomfortable with actions like that, so direct and invasive.

Suddenly, a flood of people arrived at the pool, accompanied by screams and shouts. Everyone seemed so happy; Y/N was still surprised by how deluded everyone was in that place. The pool quickly filled with moving bodies, splashing and spilling alcoholic drinks. With Niragi’s help, Y/N was able to leave the pool and get away from the crowd. Niragi closely followed her to one of the few lounge chairs that remained free after the sudden arrival of the Beach’s residents. He violently pushed away the man resting peacefully on the adjacent lounge chair. However, people kept arriving in droves until even lying on the lounge chair with her eyes closed was not enough for Y/N to relax. The place had become overcrowded in a matter of minutes, as if everyone at the Beach had sobered up at the same time and was flocking to get their new dose of happiness.

"Niragi, let’s go. I’m overwhelmed by so many people," Y/N declared, getting up from her spot.

"Alright, but know that if you had come earlier, this wouldn’t have happened," he reproached her.

They both got up and headed towards the pool exit, but it was more complicated than expected. Although Niragi barked at anyone blocking their way and pushed roughly against those who were too close, the crowd kept coming, and everyone seemed to be going in the opposite direction of where Niragi and Y/N were trying to move.

Given this, they should have anticipated the possibility of an incident. In a matter of seconds, a strong arm collided directly with Y/N’s side, causing her to lose her balance. The slippery and sticky floor didn’t help stabilize her, and the entanglement of feet and legs around her offered no secure grip. Within moments, Y/N found herself dangerously close to the pool’s edge. She braced herself to close her eyes and hold her breath, expecting the imminent contact with the water. However, it never came.

When Y/N reopened her eyes, she noticed a strong grip on her forearm holding her steady. With a pull, she was yanked away from the edge of the pool and brought closer to a firm, defined body. Y/N looked up from her position, pressed against his chest. Niragi.

"Are you an idiot? You almost threw her into the water! You’re going to regret this!" she heard the man roar at a young guy who had paled upon realizing who he had almost pushed into the water: Niragi’s girl.

Y/N turned her gaze to see the commotion in the crowd as people witnessed Niragi’s fury. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw a rather unsubtle and mischievous smile from her friend, just a few steps from the door. Kuina was holding a straw between her lips, which she seemed to nervously chew while suppressing her usual happy squeals. But what really surprised Y/N was the presence beside the woman. Chishiya stood with his arms crossed, wearing his usual sweatshirt, his brow furrowed.

Y/N didn’t have time to react when Niragi decided that those poor souls had had enough of his scolding and proceeded to drag Y/N, gripping her arm tightly, toward the exit and directly to the couple watching them, each with very different emotions displayed on their faces. Niragi advanced ruthlessly, passing in front of Kuina and Chishiya without noticing their presence. This was quite common for the man, as his rage clouded his mind when he was angry, making him oblivious to his surroundings. He would have continued dragging the girl behind him if not for a firm hand gripping his wrist. Niragi prepared to confront whoever dared to stop him when he realized who the culprit was. Chishiya had a tight grip on the man’s wrist, his knuckles starting to turn white. Kuina, beside him, looked on with evident surprise, while Y/N, still not fully recovered from the earlier scare, tried unsuccessfully to free herself from Niragi’s grip.

"Let her go," Chishiya growled in a low voice that Y/N had never heard before.

A sarcastic laugh escaped Niragi’s mouth, tightening his grip even more if possible.

"And why would I do that, huh?" he challenged.

"I know you know Y/N is mine—"

Kuina’s eyes widened, and she turned her head to look at Y/N with a thousand questions. Y/N, for her part, looked at Chishiya with surprise etched on her face. She felt her heart stop for a moment before it started beating even more forcefully and vigorously. She briefly wondered if she might have fallen and hit her head hard enough to be hallucinating. She snapped out of her daze when she felt Chishiya’s arm take her hand and pull her toward him. Niragi’s eyes filled with fury at seeing the other man’s gesture, and releasing his grip on the girl’s arm, he violently shoved the blonde man. Chishiya staggered slightly, surprised by the sudden attack but quickly regained his composure, lifting his head in a challenging manner.

Y/N acted quickly, stepping between the two men and separating them with a hand on each of their chests.

"Both of you, stop. Niragi, go. We’ll talk later," she said firmly.

Niragi looked at her incredulously, but when he met the girl’s determined eyes, he decided to comply, not without giving Chishiya a look of deep hatred and making a defiant gesture.

When Niragi had disappeared through the door, Y/N looked at Chishiya, who was already looking back at her.

"So, yours, huh?" she asked with a hint of amusement, trying to hide a slight tremor in her voice.

A small excited squeal was heard. Kuina. Y/N had completely forgotten that the girl was there watching. The girl and… all the people at the pool. Embarrassment coursed through Y/N’s body, and she pulled Chishiya towards the interior of the hotel, both of them entering the Main Lounge.

"Did it bother you?" Chishiya dared to ask. "The part about claiming you as mine…" he clarified.

"No," Y/N declared. "It’s just that I… wasn’t sure what terms we were on," she said, looking away from him.

The light touch of fingers on her chin made her look up, meeting Chishiya’s gentle gaze.

"Well, I guess now the whole Beach knows what terms we’re on," he whispered with a smile on his face.

Y/N felt the man bring his face closer to hers and involuntarily directed her gaze to his lips, moistening them in a spontaneous act. The next thing she felt was his lips meeting hers, moving in sync with special attention as he kept holding her chin carefully. She closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the moment, which couldn’t compare even to her most vivid dreams. She savoured that instant as if her life depended on it, understanding that things were going to be different from then on, and a smile reflected on her face as she thought, for the first time since arriving in Borderlands, about the future. Of course, with her eyes closed, Y/N never saw the man watching with fury from the upper balcony of the lounge, nor did she see how Chishiya’s eyes briefly shifted to that place while a cynical smile appeared on his face. The message? Clear and concise: She was his girl, and he wasn’t willing to let anyone think otherwise.

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Knife Princess - Part 10

Chishiya x Reader

Summary: You and Chishiya go to the doctor to get you diagnosed.

A/N: We're making progress. I truly don't know how long this series is going to be because i keep coming up with new ideas.

Chapters

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You sat in the hospital's waiting area with Chishiya, him sitting right next to you.

Your leg was bouncing fast out of anxiety and how nervous you were right now. Chishiya noticed it and gently laid his hand on your jean covered knee.

"It'll be alright," he tried to reassure quietly, though he couldn't help but have his heart racing faster than normal as well. You showed the anxiety taking control of you physically, but Chishiya tried his best to hide it deep inside of him, so you wouldn’t see how he truly felt about the situation you two were in.

"Ms. Suguru," a nurse announced. You swallowed and got up, glancing at Chishiya one last time who gave you a comforting nod.

The doctor took an MRI scan of your head, seeing if there was any sort of abnormalities in your brain.

As you were laying inside the massive machine tube, which name you had forgotten, you started to overthink immediately. You tried to stay calm and take deep breaths, telling yourself that it wouldn’t take long anymore, hoping being in this tight space wouldn’t cause a panic attack if this took longer than you had been prepared for it to take.

What if it was a tumor? Did tumors cause you to hallucinate? You didn't know anyone with a brain tumor or cancer so you weren't entirely aware of the possible symptoms. Maybe it was a tumor, and the doctor would tell you that you had four months left to live — at best.

Maybe you had inherited schizophrenia from your great-aunt and would be locked up in a mental hospital for the rest of your life. Your child would be bullied at school for their mother being lunatic and deranged. Maybe, maybe, maybe — there were so many maybes you couldn’t handle it if you had to wait for the result for too long.

“Shut up,” you quietly mumbled, trying to make your brain calm down, but didn’t succeed at it very well.

You felt like you were starting to suffocate, not knowing how long you had been inside the machine. It had probably been just a few minutes but it felt like hours. Heart beating almost painfully fast the more time passed, palms sweating and breath starting to tremble. You wanted to scream that you needed to get out but just then it was over and you were pulled out of the machine, as if the doctor had heard your panicked thoughts. You wouldn’t have been surprised if you had said words out loud which you thought you had managed to only keep inside your mind.

Chishiya took his turn in the scanner after you, letting you wait in the doctor's office. You had insisted to have an appointment together, since you had experienced the exact same thing. You needed someone on your side, someone who brought you comfort and managed to calm you down, to reduce the anxiety twisting inside your chest and stomach. And Chishiya was the person who could do all of that. Only his presence by your side brought enough comfort to let you relax. It felt as safe as when you had visited a doctor with your mother when you had been just a little kid — not that you’d compare Chishiya to your parent, no. He only awakened that same feeling of safety inside you.

Chishiya returned to the room with you sooner than you expected. Had it really taken you too that short time?

“Are you feeling alright?” Chishiya asked as he sat on the chair next to you.

“Mhm,” you mumbled and tried to smile, at least a little bit.

The doctor sat on his seat on the opposite side of the table. A small metal plate was attached to his white doctor’s coat with a name “Dr. Oshima” printed on it with black letters.

"Now, this is something I’m not sure i can explain very well," the doctor started, furrowing his eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" Chishiya asked.

"Well, you told me you had experienced quite realistic hallucinations, correct?" You just nodded your head when the doctor glanced at you. "I'd start inspecting on possible schizophrenia, psychosis or something similar and there are some signs pointing at psychosis, yes, but it's a little different than what I've seen before on patients with such disorders. However, I would cross schizophrenia out of the list, if you were concerned about that.”

Both you and Chishiya furrowed your eyebrows, confused what the doctor exactly meant. But you let out a relieved sigh out of your lungs.

“You told me that these hallucinations started soon after the meteorite attack, correct?” the doctor asked, which you confirmed. “It is possible that you experienced a serious brain injury from the accident. A traumatic brain injury can cause psychosis on a person, so I would say it’s the most plausible cause for your hallucinations with the information I have now.”

So, no tumor or schizophrenia? Just a brain injury?

“Have you experienced any other symptoms that could point at a brain injury?” he asked. “Such as persisting headache, confusion, loss of coordination, troubles on speech?”

“Well, I’ve gotten some headaches, but nothing else, really,” you explained, which Chishiya admitted suffering as well more often than usual.

“Hm. I see,” he mumbled. “Well, the symptoms vary a lot from person to person. I can prescribe you with one medication to see if the symptoms go away and book an appointment for you in, let's say, a month? To see if the medication has started to work."

"Um," you started nervously and held your stomach. "Is it safe for a baby? I'm pregnant."

You felt awkward asking about it next to Chishiya, realizing that you hadn't mentioned about the pregnancy to him. Or had you? You weren't sure anymore. Besides, did you even have any reason to tell him about it? You weren't obliged to do that, you hardly knew the man. You noticed how Chishiya glanced at you from the corner of your eye, but you ignored him.

"I'll write you a prescription for the type of medicine which is the safest to take during pregnancy," the doctor explained, a reassuring smile on his face.

He typed something on his computer.

"I'd like to arrange you a psychiatric meeting with me but my calendar is extremely full for the next few weeks," the doctor sighed. "I can see if my colleague has more space in her calendar but if not, we'll see in a month, alright? If anything urgent comes up, give me a call."

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None of you said a word while you walked down the hospital's corridors and out of the hospital, both of you deep in your thoughts.

You hadn't told Chishiya you were pregnant, no, but he did have a feeling that you were expecting a baby. He had heard your conversation at the hospital with Niragi, though only a small part of it, but he had heard a mention of you being pregnant. As he had gotten to know you better, the thought had slipped his mind but it was still rooted in some part of his brain.

There had been really no reason for you to tell about your pregnancy to Chishiya, it wasn’t any of his business, he knew that. But he couldn’t help but think if the father was around. Chishiya could only assume that he wasn’t, since the only person Chishiya had seen you around was your brother. Although, of course Chishiya didn’t know what you did during the day or where you went, you didn’t tell Chishiya about your every move. Maybe you did spend time with another guy. However, surely the man in question would have taken you in to live with him after your apartment got ruined by the meteorite and not leave you to be dependent on Niragi.

Imagining you with another man stung Chishiya’s heart for some odd reason. Stop it, her life is none of your business, Chishiya thought.

The doctor had actually confirmed that you were crazy, that something was wrong with your head. Of course you had been prepared to the worst but walking into a pharmacy to pick up a new medication for you was like a slap on the face. You had still expected to hear words like "oh, it's just stress it'll go away on its own if you keep up with healthy lifestyle, such as enough sleep and balanced meals." No. You had to start eating pills which you had never taken before.

"Do you want to grab something to eat?" Chishiya asked, not sure if you'd just want to go back home and be alone or if you wanted – or needed – some company. Chishiya wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was the one who didn’t want to be alone at the moment, afraid of his brain starting to spiral and how there would be nobody to share the things he’d see or hear.

"I'm not really hungry," you said, even though you didn't remember the last time you had eaten.

"I've been with you for the past five hours," Chishiya pointed out. "You just think you're not hungry."

Now that you had confirmed to him that you were carrying a child, it was even a bigger reason to make you eat, even if you didn't feel like it.

"I'm fine, really," you groaned. "I'm sure you have something better to do anyway."

"I don't really," he shrugged. I just don't want to be alone right now because if i am, my brain won't shut up about things that don't exist and you make my mind calm down in some odd way, Chishiya thought but preferred to keep it inside his head. "I mean, we don't have to if you have something planned already."

"Well, i don't have anything, no," you admitted, feeling suddenly shy around him. Every time you had spent time with each other, you had just accidentally ended up together. He hadn't suggested or asked to hang out with you, previously you had just been forced to be in each other's company. Now he was asking to spend time with you just a little more? It made you feel all giddy and… wanted? "So, where would you take me?"

"What do you like to eat?" he asked.

"Anything, really," you shrugged.

The two of you ended up in a small place for some simple ramen, it was a place you had often went to and loved the cozy atmosphere, as well as the food there. You didn't care to go searching for any fancier restaurant, wanting just something quick and easy. This place was never packed full either.

“By the way, I’m moving out in a few days,” you revealed after a short silence, having called back to the real estate agent to accept the offer of the apartment you had gone to check out. “Found my own apartment.”

Chishiya was aware that you and Niragi living with Jae-sung had to be just a temporary solution but Chishiya still had an odd feeling inside him at the thought of you leaving. He had gotten used to having you one floor below him and having a chance of walking past you in the corridors or stairs at any moment he was leaving or going back to his own apartment. Having you live close to him. Now, he wouldn’t see you anymore.

“Oh, well. Congratulations,” he said, not sure what to say when someone moved into a new place. “Where are you moving?”

“You want to stalk me, huh?” you smirked.

“I’m not that obsessed with you, don’t worry.”

“Mhm. So, you admit you’re a little obsessed, hm?” you teased.

“You’re putting words into my mouth again,” he stated, not going to admit that he was growing quite fond of you day by day.

“That wasn’t a ‘no’.” You bit your lip, loving to tease him like that.

“I was only asking how afraid I have to be of bumping into you in a grocery store. Or if I have to change my schedule coming back home from work,” he explained and twirled the noodles on his plate with his chopsticks.

“Don’t worry, you can buy your groceries in peace and I’ll use different metro stops than you,” you replied. “It’s about half an hour walk from your place.”

So, at least you weren’t changing cities. Why did he care anyway? He didn’t, of course he didn’t. He’d be more than happy and relieved to get you out of the way and be able to live in peace. No, he wasn’t happy about that. Now if he wanted to keep seeing you, he’d have to call or text you. To ask for your phone number. Did you want to keep in touch with him or just move on with your life which didn’t include him?

“Chishiya?” you asked, startling Chishiya from his thoughts.

“Huh?”

“What were you thinking about? Zoning out like that,” you asked.

“Oh, nothing important,” Chishiya denied.

“It doesn’t have to be important, you know."

“It’s nothing, really."

“Alright,” you said, though feeling slightly suspicious of his behavior.

Both of you continued eating in comfortable silence for a moment, until Chishiya got the urge to break the silence.

"So, you think it's going to be a girl or a boy?" Chishiya asked, gaze at your stomach. He was a little unsure if you wanted to talk about it or not but he wanted to try. He wanted to know more about it, just a little bit.

"Oh, i don't think i'm that far yet to know," you chuckled.

"But what does your instinct say?" Chishiya asked, narrowing his eyes. "Mothers always have an instinct relating to their children. Or so i've heard."

"Well… i suppose a girl," you admitted. At first when you found out about being pregnant, your mind had been stuck on the option of abortion and how you wanted to get rid of the baby. But the more time passed, the better you had gotten used to the idea of having a child. You still got mixed feelings, of course you did, you weren’t exactly ready to become a mom but you couldn’t bring yourself to get an abortion either. You were scared and wished more than anything to have someone by your side as terrified as you. Niragi wasn’t the person for that or none of your friends either, not really, because they had no part in this pregnancy.

"Yeah?" Chishiya said, a little smile appearing on his face at the thought of you with a little girl.

You fell silent for a moment and put your chopsticks down on the plate, one question still bothering you.

"Um, this probably sounds stupid but…" you started, for a moment avoiding eye contact with Chishiya and swallowed a lump in your throat. "Are paternity tests 100% correct each time?"

Chishiya furrowed his eyebrows. "Yes, they are. Why?"

"Oh, i just, never mind," you mumbled, looking at your hands to avoid eye contact with him. Of course they were foolproof, what were you thinking.

"Everything okay?" he asked, though clearly seeing that something was worrying you.

You were unsure if you should start opening up to Chishiya, even though the more days passed it had started to become easier and easier to talk to him. You hadn't talked about this to anyone except Niragi and Takuro, and you hadn't exactly been opening up about a lot of details to them either. You hadn't talked about it to your friends either, you just didn't feel comfortable opening up to others easily. If you told about your pregnancy to your friends, they’d start going crazy excited and make you feel suffocated for all the attention you’d get. You weren’t ready for that.

If you told anyone that you didn't know who the father was, what kind of slut would that make you sound like? That would just sound like you were sleeping around with several men at once. Why would anyone believe you that you hadn't had sex with a man in months? That made it impossible to have a child growing inside you.

"Everything's fine," you assured, regretting that you had brought the subject up at all.

"Is the father in the picture?" Chishiya asked, feeling a sting in his heart that you'd already belong to someone else. It shouldn't be something that Chishiya would care about, it was none of his business, but he had an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach when he even thought about you in some other man's arms.

"No, he's not," you mumbled.

You wanted to tell someone that you didn't know the dad and to comfort you that there was a good explanation for that. Chishiya was as insane as you though — a damn doctor had confirmed it and put you on the same medication — so maybe he wouldn't think that you were a crazy slut. Right? Should you take the risk? Feel the relief of getting it out of your chest and have someone tell you that everything was going to be alright. That you'd find the answer soon. Help you to figure out what happened to you.

But was Chishiya the right person for that? You didn't exactly know each other well but there was this strange bond between the two of you which neither you or Chishiya could explain with words. The bond made sense in your head but if you had to explain it with words, you wouldn't be able to do that.

"Y/N?" Chishiya said when you had zoned out. You weren't sure if he had said something to you or if you had just floated in silence the entire time now.

"If i tell you something, promise me you won't think i'm even crazier than i've proved to be by far," you said, lowering your voice and having a much more serious expression on your face.

Chishiya only furrowed his eyebrows, growing both confused and curious. "Alright, I'll try."

"I… i don't exactly know who's the dad," you mumbled. That was something Chishiya hadn't entirely expected to hear. You saw the surprised expression on his face and had to continue before he’d reply anything. "And before you say anything, I'm not a whore.” You let out a deep sigh. “I… i haven't slept with anyone in months. I shouldn't even be pregnant."

Chishiya eyed you for a moment, glancing at your belly which had a slight bump already.

"The doctor has 100% confirmed that you're pregnant?" Chishiya asked. Maybe the doctor had misdiagnosed you, that happened sometimes, right?

"Yes," you replied. "You're a doctor. Is this, like, possible? To become pregnant out of nowhere?" Of course it wasn't.

“It’s not,” Chishiya replied, even though he knew you were already well aware of it.

Because you got me pregnant so you're supposed to do everything i tell you, you voice stated seriously.

Chishiya choke on his food, starting to cough violently, a few pieces of noodles flying back into his plate.

Your eyes widened. “Oh my god, are you okay?” You filled his glass with more water and handed it to him. He took the glass and when his coughs had calmed down, drank the water in one go.

“What did you say?” he asked, his throat sore.

“I asked if you’re okay,” you replied.

“No, uh, before that,” he continued, coughing one more time. His face had turned now red.

“Um, just that if it was possible to become pregnant just like that,” you answered.

He had imagined it. Just imagined it.

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You arrived back home, Chishiya stopping at your door when you were searching for the keys in your purse. The entire walk back to this building all kinds of thoughts were racing inside Chishiya’s mind which he wouldn’t be able to talk out with you. All the dreams, voices and illusions had felt so real, but how real actually were they?

"Um, can i ask you something?" Chishiya asked, making you look at him. "Are you allergic to anything?"

You furrowed your eyebrows. "Why do you ask that?" Then, your eyes lit up, a playful grin spreading on your face. "Chishiya, are you planning to take me on a dinner, hm?"

"No, no i," Chishiya stuttered. "I didn't plan anything, like that, but… are you? Allergic to something?"

"Well, for peanuts, yeah," you answered and shrugged.

"I see," he mumbled, his behavior making you narrow your eyes.

"That all?" you asked.

"Yep, that's all," Chishiya replied.

You gave him one last weird look and closed the door behind you.

As you entered inside, Niragi was leaning against the wall a few metres away from the front door, arms crossed against his chest as he looked at you. Like he was a mom waiting her teenage kid to come back home late way over her curfew, ready to teach a lesson for not respecting the household's rules.

You rolled your eyes. "What?"

"What's up with you and that guy?" Niragi asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Are you stalking me now?" you scoffed.

"Just happened to see you together at the hospital," he said and shrugged. “Holding hands and all.”

"The fuck were you at the hospital for?" you asked.

He showed you his hand, bandages around his wrist. "Broke my hand.”

"Do i want to know why?"

"Probably not." He shrugged. "So, why were you there? You don't look ill or have broken bones?" He narrowed his eyes. “Wait. Was it some baby stuff and he’s the dad?”

“He’s not the dad,” you groaned. You sighed and pinched your nose, closing your eyes for a second. "I got my head scanned, alright.”

He was silent for a moment. So, you really weren’t kidding about going to see a doctor. But why would you go there with your neighbor? And not with Niragi, for instance?

"What did they say?" he asked.

"Got me antipsychotics."

"I see," Niragi mumbled. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Maybe later,” you answered, now just wanting to be by yourself for a moment.

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Peanut allergy was one of the most common allergies, of course Chishiya knew that, but that didn't help the fact that the dream he experienced started to freak him out even more.

Chishiya was curious about what kind of dreams you had experienced, surely there were others which you hadn’t revealed to him. He remember all of the dreams about you. How he had held you close to him, touching every inch of you and done things which Chishiya hadn’t done to a woman in a long time. How he had made love to you. He could never tell you about those sort of thoughts, definitely creeping you out if you hadn’t experienced anything even close to that.

He had been correct on you having a peanut allergy, which made his mind linger in one another thing.

What kind of fucked up thought would it be if i was the father of your child, even though I've never actually slept with you? Otherwise than in my dreams, that is. You had been unsure about the father anyway.

Chishiya needed to start taking his medication this instant, starting to already think something even more insane like this.

"Jesus christ you're losing it," Chishiya mumbled and looked at the pills he had gotten from the pharmacy.

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After you and Chishiya had left the hospital, doctor Oshima kept sitting on his chair for a little while longer, staring at the MRI pictures of your brain. Both of your brains, trying to figure out what the specific diagnosis could be. They looked almost exactly same, it could have easily been two scans of one person’s brain but it wasn’t. He hadn’t seen anything like this before. Sure, it pointed to psychosis but there was something different compared to other patients with psychosis.

Then, he heard a knock on the door, his colleague's head peeking inside when he had yelled a sign for her to come inside.

"Did you print the documents for the patient in the morning?" his colleague, doctor Kisaragi, asked.

"Oh, yes. I have them right here," doctor Oshima said and handed them to her.

"Thanks, i'll get back home after checking these in."

"Hey, hold on," Oshima interrupted, making her stop. "Could you look at these MRI scans?" He handed the scans to her. "Two patients came in for suffering from hallucinations. What do you think that is?"

She furrowed her eyebrows, looking at the scans for a moment until her face went pale.

No, it couldn't be.

She had seen these sort of scans before. Once, 12 years ago. Two people had come to her office, just like you and Chishiya, claiming to suffer from severe hallucinations, them starting one day out of nowhere. A lot of time had passed, but doctor Kisaragi still remembered those MRI scans like it was yesterday.

Not only the scans, but also what eventually had happened to the two patients.

"Looks like psychosis,” she confirmed, looking back towards Oshima. “What did you prescribe to them?"

"Antipsychotics."

She knew the medication wasn't going to work more than make the illusions appear less often, at least at first. It would make them feel slightly less real, but they weren't going to completely disappear with antipsychotics alone.

If this was what she thought it was. Surely it had to be something else.

But if this was what she suspected… She had to help you. It felt almost like fate that you walked to her colleague's office, just like that, and she to the doctor Oshima’s office that same day. She would help you better than she had the last two people. Last time had ended up in a tragedy, but now she'd have a new chance.

"Could you make a call and book an appointment for me with them?" doctor Kisaragi asked. "I'd like to have a talk."

She needed to interview you, to hear what had happened to you in the Borderlands. What was the root of these hallucinations.

After all, she was a former Borderlands citizen.

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Summary: No one could imagine a more cunning or manipulative player than Shuntaro Chishiya—until he meets you. complete fic on my ao3 here <3 Word Count: 3.8k Contains: Depictions of violence, unresolved sexual tension, emotional constipation

A/N: because I binge-watched Alice In Borderland in the span of two days and I am very late to the party (but never too late for self-indulgent fan service)

Chishiya spots you across the same floor, your black silhouette nearly lost in the shadows of the night. It’s only your movement that catches his attention, the dark outerwear a sharp contrast to his bright white jacket. You and he are the only players scouting from this vantage point, watching from above while the chaos brews below.

The night is eerily quiet—the calm before the storm, as they say. Your gaze locks onto his, and for a moment, time seems to freeze. Chishiya feels his heartbeat falter, a fleeting hitch he quickly tamps down.

Before he can fully process it, you’ve already vanished around a corner, just as a rain of bullets peppers the area behind you.

A boy’s voice echoes from below, frantic. "The only way to clear this game is to work together!"

Bullshit , you think.

There must be a reason behind the attacker's anchoring position, Chishiya muses.

Of course.

When you finally make your way to the safe room, you’re welcomed by four unfamiliar figures: the spree-killing horse, the brunette boy from earlier, a girl with a bob, and the blonde. 

Chishiya strikes swiftly, the crackle of his taser breaking the stillness. The masked attacker crumples to the floor, their face hitting the ground with a muffled thud. You waste no time, stomping down hard on their wrist, sending the gun skittering from their hand. Before they can recover, you grab the weapon and fire a single round into the crown of their skull. 

When you glance up, you catch the faintest trace of a smirk ghosting across the blonde’s face, but it’s gone just as quickly.

In the seconds that follow, the two other players in the room hastily slam their hands on the red buttons lining the walls.

GAME COMPLETE. CONGRATULATIONS WINNERS. 

Turning around, a pair of wide eyes greets you. 

“Thank you,” the boy finally speaks, addressing you and the blonde in a shaky voice. 

You respond with a nod, glancing over at the girl and seeing her return the acknowledgement. 

“Don’t mention it.” The blonde’s condescending tone from behind you is paralleled only by his burning gaze, locking onto you immediately. He almost misses seeing you slip something from the dead body into your pocket. 

You feel his focus linger on you as you leave the room. 

The night air is thick with tension, the distant cries from nearby arenas only amplifying the silence with each footstep behind you. You don’t bother turning around; you already know who it is.

Chishiya steps into your peripheral vision, his pace unhurried, like a cat stalking in the shadows. The forest buzzes with the threat of unseen dangers, but all his attention is locked on you.

"You didn’t have to kill him," he says, his voice casual, almost amused, as though discussing the weather.

You don’t stop walking. "You didn’t stop me."

A quiet chuckle escapes him, barely more than a breath. "True." His tone remains light, but there’s an edge beneath it, like he’s testing you, challenging you. "Still, you’ve got a certain efficiency. Impressive."

Your expression stays neutral. And yet, Chishiya’s presence beside you stirs something strange—a shared awareness, as if you’re both circling an invisible boundary neither of you are quite ready to cross—yet.

"You took something," he says, breaking the silence again, his voice calm but probing. His gaze stays forward, unreadable. "From the body."

You glance at him briefly, just enough to meet his eyes, which glint with curiosity under the moonlight. He’s trying to figure you out.

"And what if I did?" There’s a challenge in your voice now.

Chishiya’s smirk returns, faint but unmistakable. "Nothing. For now."

The tension between you tightens, pulling you closer in the silence. The game isn’t over. Not between the two of you.

As you continue walking, he trails behind, but soon loses sight of you in the dense trees. Shadows shift, swallowing you whole. He barely has time to catch his breath before a sudden force slams him to the ground, knocking the wind from his lungs. The disturbed soil and decaying leaves soften his fall, but his back still hits the earth with a solid thud.

Your knee digs sharply into his sternum, pinning him down. One hand tightens around his throat, not enough to choke him but enough to strain his breath. The cold, unforgiving edge of a blade presses against his cheek—a silent threat.

Chishiya’s indifferent expression makes your skin crawl, yet his stoic, unflinching gaze cuts through the moment like a dagger—piercing both hot and cold at once. Neither of you speak. It’s a game of cat and cat, both of you testing the other's resolve in this tense, silent standoff.

For a fleeting moment, he wonders if you can read each other’s thoughts.

You feel him gulp beneath your hand, his pulse quickening under your fingers. Both of his hands remain raised in surrender by his ears, calm, unwavering, and empty of any weapon or defense. His eyes flicker to the deep scar on your neck, lingering there for just a moment.

The air between you thickens. What feels like minutes pass in the span of heartbeats.

Without warning, you spring up and disappear into the night.

Chishiya stays on the ground for a moment, catching his breath. He sits up slowly, eyes tracing the path you took into the darkness. His chest rises and falls unevenly, the phantom cold of the blade still lingering on his skin. Silence wraps around him like a fog, but his pulse betrays him—racing, driven by more than just adrenaline.

For the first time in longer than he can remember, he feels something—a strange tug deep in his core, like something vital slipped away the moment you left. A curiosity stirs, mingling with the remnants of tension, a silent acknowledgment that this game isn’t over.

It’s only just begun.

Chishiya’s lips twitch into a faint smirk. Your piercing gaze and the scar on your neck are seared into his mind. He knows he’ll see you again. And next time, he won’t be caught off guard.

“You look like you have something on your mind.”

Kuina sits down across from Chishiya, her curiosity piqued as she watches him stare off into the distance. The evening air is still, a rare calmness settling over the Beach after a chaotic night.

Chishiya leans back, crossing his arms, a faint hum escaping his lips. “Just an interesting game tonight,” he replies casually, but there’s a lingering spark in his gaze that betrays more.

Kuina raises an eyebrow. “Must’ve been some game, then.”

“Perhaps,” Chishiya says, his voice smooth and unhurried. The rush of endorphins from the near-death experience still thrums faintly through his veins. 

The cause? A player whose actions were as cunning and unpredictable as his own. The thrill of narrowing down their motivations felt like a puzzle finally worth solving.

His mind drifts back to the game, replaying each moment like scenes in a movie. The chaos, the desperate shouts, and the blaring alarms all felt distant—mere background noise compared to the razor-sharp focus he'd found himself drawn to. That focus was centered on one person.

You had been an anomaly from the start. There was a precision in the way you moved, calculated and unfazed by the panic unraveling around you. It was as if you thrived on the chaos, embraced it even, letting it fuel each step you took. While the other players were scrambling to find shelter or allies, you seemed to anticipate every move, predicting the patterns before they even unfolded.

And then, the moment that had truly hooked him: the kill. Cold, efficient, and executed without a trace of hesitation. You weren’t just surviving; you were playing the game in its purest form—adapting, evolving, always a step ahead. There was no hesitation in your actions, no unnecessary flourish—just the unyielding will to end a threat. It wasn’t just about self-preservation; it was about winning. And that’s what made you different.

Chishiya’s curiosity flared the instant your eyes met his in the aftermath. For the briefest moment, he’d seen a flicker of something—recognition, maybe even a hint of challenge. Like you were silently asking him if he had what it took to keep up.

It was absurd, really, to feel anything in the Borderlands beyond the mechanical urge to survive. But something had shifted tonight. For the first time in what felt like forever, the game had become more than a series of calculated risks and rewards: it had become interesting.

Chishiya’s gaze shifts back to the window where lights scatter the sky. His fingers tap idly on the armrest of his chair, a rhythm betraying the restlessness he tries to mask. He’s always prided himself on being detached, keeping emotions and sentiment far from his calculations. Yet here he is, preoccupied with thoughts that don't have a place in his carefully constructed logic.

"You're quiet," Kuina observes, her tone carrying a hint of amusement. "More than usual, I mean."

Chishiya’s smirk is faint, barely there. “Am I?”

She shrugs, leaning back in her seat. “You’ve been lost in your own head since you got back.” 

Chishiya’s expression doesn’t falter, but there’s a slight shift in his demeanor—a barely perceptible sign of vulnerability, quickly smoothed over. “Maybe I’m just considering... possibilities,” he replies, the words coming slower than usual, as if he’s testing how they sound. 

Kuina’s eyes narrow thoughtfully. “Possibilities, huh?” She tilts her head, studying him. “That’s one way of putting it. Or maybe… a person?”

Chishiya’s silence is uncharacteristic. He feels the pull to dismiss the notion immediately, to scoff at the idea of being distracted by a person, much less affected by them. But instead, he pauses. It’s enough for Kuina to catch on, her curiosity piqued.

“Interesting,” she murmurs, a teasing smile curling on her lips. “You’re actually thinking about someone, aren’t you?” When he doesn’t respond, she presses further. “It’s a girl, right? Did she do something to catch your eye?”

Chishiya finally meets her gaze, his own guarded but not entirely dismissive. “She’s... unusual,” he admits, the words coming out almost reluctantly. “Not like the others.”

Kuina arches an eyebrow. “Unusual how? Smart? Dangerous?”

“Both,” he replies without hesitation. “Efficient, focused. But there’s something else.” He uncrosses his arms, feeling oddly exposed, as though admitting to these thoughts makes them more real, more tangible. “It’s like she’s not playing the same game as the rest of them.”

Kuina studies him for a moment, then lets out a soft laugh. “You’ve got it bad,” she says, shaking her head. “I never thought I’d see the day you’d be drawn to someone for more than their utility.”

He scoffs, a ghost of his usual arrogance returning. “Don’t get carried away. I’m only interested because she might be useful.”

“Sure,” Kuina says with a knowing grin. “Keep telling yourself that.”

Chishiya falls silent again, but the truth gnaws at him. He knows it’s more than just her utility in the grand scheme of escaping this hellhole. It’s the way she challenges him—forces him to reevaluate his strategies and makes him wonder if there’s more to this game than just surviving.

He hates how that thought clings to him, even as he tries to push it away.

Chishiya shifts in his chair, feeling a dull ache radiate from his chest. He’s been operating on a different level since encountering you, and the physical reminder feels almost like an anchor to what he’s been trying to navigate.

He glances at Kuina, who’s still watching him with an amused expression, still probing. “You look like you’re plotting something.”

“Just considering my next move,” he replies, a hint of a smirk returning to his lips. “The game is full of variables, and I need to prepare for them.”

“Variables, huh? Is that what you call her now?” Kuina teases, leaning forward, her elbows resting on the table.

“Focus,” he snaps lightly, but there’s no real heat in his voice. Instead, his mind races ahead to the next game, and how he can draw you in, maybe even observe you more closely. He’s already picturing the scenarios—the players, the setting, the stakes.

What he really wants is a way to see you again. To understand the force that pulls him toward you, the complexity that makes you more than just another player. The anticipation churns within him, exciting yet unnerving.

“What if I made a move to recruit her?” he muses aloud, considering the prospect. “She could be an asset. If she operates outside the norm, that could change the dynamics of our strategies.”

“Or it could blow up in your face,” Kuina counters, her tone light but her gaze serious. “You’re not exactly known for your emotionality, Chishiya. What if she doesn’t want to play?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he replies, brushing off her concern. “I’ll figure it out. I always do.”

But the truth is, he knows that this isn’t merely about the game anymore. It’s about the way you make him feel—like a player in a game he thought he understood, now suddenly complex and exhilarating. Chishiya can’t shake the thought that if he wants to unlock the potential you represent, he’ll have to make a move soon.

He allows himself a moment of vulnerability, resting his chin on his hand as he reflects. “What if I want to see her again, Kuina? What if it’s not just about strategy anymore?”

Kuina’s eyes widen, clearly surprised by his admission. “Wow. You’re actually admitting you care.”

Chishiya rolls his eyes but can’t help the smirk tugging at his lips. “Don’t get carried away.”

“Sure,” she says, leaning back with a satisfied grin. “Just remember, sometimes the best strategies are the ones that come from the heart.”

With that, Chishiya’s mind drifts again, calculating and assessing. He’ll be ready for the next game. He’ll be prepared to take any risk to find you again, to unravel the mystery of what you truly are: a partner, a rival, or perhaps something more. As the night draws to a close, the shadows deepen, but a flicker of determination ignites within him.

He will see you again.

A few days have passed since the last game, but the adrenaline still courses through your veins, lingering like a ghost. You survived, but the victory feels hollow, overshadowed by the memory of the indifferent blonde boy who’s drawn you in more than you care to admit.

Your thoughts drift back to that game—its intensity still vivid in your mind. It was like no other you’d experienced, where survival felt more like a dance with death than a struggle against it. And he was at the center of it, moving through the chaos with a calculated grace that caught your attention long before you understood why.

It wasn’t just that he was calm under pressure. Plenty of players had nerves of steel. It was his indifference, the way he seemed detached from the dangers around him, as though nothing could touch him. Where others flinched or panicked, he merely observed, as if the unfolding chaos was a puzzle to solve rather than a life-or-death situation. That kind of control was rare in the Borderlands, and in some strange way, it felt like a dare, an unspoken challenge that made you want to test him, to see if there was anything that could shatter that composure.

You remember the moment you locked eyes across the chaos, the way the world seemed to fade into the background. It was brief, but in that instant, it felt like a silent conversation—an understanding that went beyond words. There was something sharp in his gaze, a spark of curiosity that mirrored your own. It was as if he was evaluating you, sizing you up just as you were doing to him. For a fleeting moment, you wondered if you were seeing a part of yourself reflected back in those cold, calculating eyes.

But it wasn’t just his composure or his gaze that drew you in. It was the way he acted in those crucial seconds when lives hung in the balance. While others scrambled to save themselves, he made moves that seemed almost playful, like he was toying with the danger rather than simply evading it. There was a thrill in watching him maneuver through the madness with an ease that bordered on arrogance, as though he was always three steps ahead of everyone else—including you.

And then there was the moment when the game ended. You had both survived, of course, but there was something in the way he looked at you afterward, something that lingered, a faint smirk that hinted he had seen more than you’d intended to reveal. It wasn’t pity; it was as if he recognized a kindred spirit, someone who understood the game on a different level. For the first time in what felt like ages, you felt truly seen. 

That feeling unsettles you even now, as you sit by the fire, staring into the flames. It’s not that you seek validation in the Borderlands; you’ve learned long ago that the only approval that matters is your own. But there’s something about his quiet confidence, the way he seemed to acknowledge you without saying a word, that’s hard to shake. It makes you wonder if he was as unaffected as he appeared or if there was more beneath the surface, something hidden behind that cool exterior.

You clench your jaw, frustrated with yourself for even thinking about him this much. He was just another player—albeit a skilled one—and you’ve dealt with plenty of them before. But there’s a part of you that can’t ignore the way his presence lingers, like a splinter in your mind, a question that refuses to be answered.

Why did he make such an impression on you? Was it his composure, his intelligence, or the quiet thrill of crossing paths with someone who didn’t play by the same rules as everyone else? Or was it the way he seemed to see you in return, as if you were more than just a piece on the board?

You realize that you don’t know the answers—and perhaps that’s what’s most intriguing of all. There’s an unfinished quality to your last encounter, a feeling that your story with him isn’t over yet. It’s as if the game itself has drawn a line between you, daring you to cross it again.

You shake your head, trying to dismiss the thoughts that have become stubborn visitors in your mind. Why does he occupy your thoughts so much? Is it his calm indifference, the way he moved with calculated grace? Or is it something more that stirs a curiosity you can’t quite define?

Pushing the thoughts aside, you focus on your routine, an independent existence in the Borderlands, where survival means mastering skills few have the patience to learn. You've carved out a small camp nestled within the trees, camouflaged by foliage, a sanctuary of sorts amidst the chaos.

Every morning, you rise before dawn, the cool air biting at your skin as you check your traps. The gentle sounds of the forest waking around you are a familiar symphony, one you find solace in. You harvest small game—rabbits, birds, whatever you can catch—and meticulously prepare them, savoring the simple act of cooking over a small fire.

Hunting and foraging have become second nature. You collect wild herbs and edible plants, storing them in makeshift pouches crafted from scavenged materials. Each successful hunt reminds you of your resilience and strength. 

But even as you focus on these tasks, your mind drifts back to him—the blonde boy from the game. The way his piercing gaze seemed to see right through you, as if he was calculating your every move. It’s unsettling yet exhilarating, a contradiction you can’t wrap your head around.

The sun climbs higher, and you take a break from your chores to wash your hands in a nearby stream, the water refreshing against your skin. As you splash your face, you catch your reflection in the rippling surface, a mix of determination and uncertainty staring back at you.

You spend the afternoon working on camp, reinforcing the makeshift walls and clearing away debris that threatens your space. But even as you work to distract yourself, you can almost feel his presence lurking at the edge of your thoughts, his smirk dancing on your mind like a memory that refuses to fade.

Eventually, you settle on a log outside your camp, a piece of driftwood you dragged from the riverbank. Pulling out your small notebook, you begin to sketch the maps of the Borderlands, noting down resources and potential hideouts. It’s practical, a way to keep your mind sharp, but each mark on the page feels like a tether to the games, to the players who dance around you like shadows.

You reach into your pocket and pull out the small, crumpled piece of paper you took from the body during the game. You’ve looked at it countless times since then, trying to make sense of the chaotic scribbles. It’s a series of numbers and symbols—coordinates, perhaps, or some kind of code. Whatever it is, it’s not immediately clear, and that only deepens your curiosity.

You flatten the paper against the rough surface of the log, comparing it with your sketches. Could it be a location in the Borderlands? A clue to something hidden or an upcoming game? The patterns don’t align with any familiar maps, but something about the markings feels deliberate, as though there’s a message buried within them. You trace the lines with your finger, committing them to memory, trying to see what the original owner had seen. What was so important that they’d die with it?

Your mind drifts back to the moment you took it. The blonde boy’s eyes had flickered towards you—just for a heartbeat—when you pocketed the paper. Did he know what it meant, or had he noticed the same curiosity in you that you now feel?

As you draw, memories of the game resurface: his calculated moves, his indifferent demeanor, and the strange thrill of standing against him. There’s something magnetic about his presence, something that both fascinates and frustrates you.

In the fading light of dusk, you close your eyes for a moment, letting the sounds of the forest wash over you. The call of distant birds, the rustle of branches—each note a reminder that you’re alive, that you’re here, navigating a world filled with peril and unpredictability. But still, the thought lingers. Will your paths cross in the next game, or will you remain a ghost in his memory?

With a sigh, you shake your head and return to your sketches, determination settling in your chest. It doesn’t matter. Yet, in the depths of your mind, a part of you yearns for that inevitable meeting, that chance to unravel the enigma that is the blonde boy.

As darkness settles over the forest, you tuck your notebook away, the images of your maps a promise of the journey ahead. Tomorrow will bring new challenges, new games to navigate. And if fate has its way, perhaps it will also bring him back into your orbit once more.

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Hello I hope you're having a good day I have a request for Chishiya, we visit him in the hospital after the whole Shibuya incident

Lillies… Shuntaro Chishiya

A/N: this is my first request and I’m so excited but scared omfg😭 so I hope you liked this because I rlly did! I feel like it has a lot of backstory but I hope you like it idk(I’m nervous ok?)

Please leave more request because they make me so happy idk why(love you all sm😭💕)

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Shuntaro Chishiya x reader

Fluff❤️‍🩹

TW: insults.

WORDS: 900

REQUESTED: YES/NO

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It had been months since you had a meal with your friends. You and Chishiya had been very busy lately agreeing on all the details of your wedding, which was to be held in December. Ever since you were very little, you had always dreamed of getting married at Christmas, with a white dress/suit to match the color of the surrounding snow.

Chishiya, on the other hand, had never had much interest in getting married, nor had he had much interest in love. His dreams were not related to having another person, but that changed when he met you. He knew how excited you were about getting married and although he had never thought about it, seeing himself together with you for the rest of your lives was something he didn't want to pass up.

It was during the spring festival. You and Chishiya went to a park, to a part a little out of the way of practically everyone. The pink petals were falling on your heads and you were looking around in delight, Chishiya knew that you always had a soft spot for that festival, you loved to see the city turn pink.

You were standing next to him, talking about how beautiful you found the scene when Chishiya knelt down in front of you and took a small box out of his pocket.

“Would you grant me the honor of spending the rest of my life with you?”

You were a tearful mess, not even bothering to try on the ring as you bent down and hugged him tighter than ever.

You were talking to one of your friends when a call came in. At first you didn't answer, it was probably the wedding ambassador asking for the seventh time in a week what kind of flowers you were going to want; but after persistence, you decided to answer.

“Are you the fiancée of Mr. Shuntaro Chishiya?” Someone asked behind the phone, you frowned quizzically.

“Yes, yes, it's me” you affirmed, moving a little away from your friends to speak more calmly.

“I'm calling from Tokyo hospital, your fiancé has been urgently admitted due to a meteorite that has affected the entire Shibuya neighborhood.”

No, it wasn't possible. You guys didn't even live near that neighborhood, what was Chishiya doing there, was he okay? Your mind clouded with negative thoughts. You weren't ready to lose the love of your life, no one was, but you... you just couldn't, not so few days before your wedding.

Without even saying anything to your group of friends, you got in your car and drove as fast as you could. The streets were in chaos. The road was full of cars, all on their way to the hospital while you could see smoke coming out of the Shibuya neighborhood.

It took you almost an hour to get to the hospital, an hour in which all you could think about was whether Chishiya was well. You were afraid that it was too late and that when you arrived you would be given the news that he had not held on long enough and had already died, but you refused to believe it.

You rushed into the hospital, more desperate than ever, and asked at the front desk about the room. Not bothering to wait for the elevator, you walked up seven floors and carefully opened the door.

Chishiya was in a shared room. There was a black-haired boy with half of his face covered lying on the bed next to Chishiya's. Your fiancé seemed relatively calm. He had that usual calm expression, as if he hadn't been on the verge of death.

“Shuntaro” you whispered with relief to see him safe and sound. “Shuntaro” you said now in a louder tone. Both men turned to look at you. You circled around another boy's bed until you reached Chishiya's and knelt beside the bed, hugging him tightly and shedding tears on his chest. “You scared me to death.” You felt his arms wrap around you and stroke your hair.

“You're overreacting...” he laughed lightly, you looked up to meet his eyes.

“Shut the fuck up...” you said, hugging him again. You clung to him as if he was the only thing that mattered to you. "What were you doing there? You asked in a broken voice, looking into his eyes, which were duller than normal.

“I think I want Lilies at our wedding...” he said, intertwining his hand with yours.

“You're an idiot.” You said and he wiped away your tears with his free hand. He moved to the side and you lay with him on the small hospital gurney.

Chishiya didn't remember why, but holding you in his arms again comforted him, as if he had been wanting to do it for months. He didn't remember, but if he won every game in Borderland he did it so he could go home to his fiancée.

“Chishi…” you whispered, feeling his hand stroking your hair.

“What?” He asked in a soft tone, keeping you as if you were made of glass.

“I love you.” He kissed you in the head as he heard your words.

“Love you more”

You couldn’t imagine a life without Chishiya, but he had to spend two months without even knowing if he would ever see you again. You would die without Chishiya, but he survived only because of you.

[niki-phoria]

i've never known someone like you / tangled in love, stuck by you

pairing: arisu ryohei x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 439

notes: this is 100% self indulgent bc i love kento yamazaki so much, begging and pleading on my knees for more arisu fics pretty please, not my best work honestly, apologies about my inconsistent posting lol uni is hard ://, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from beabadoobee - glue song

ARISU RYOHEI looks like little more than a heap of messy, black hair laying beside you. his chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. soft breaths occasionally escape his parted lips. his arm stretches across the expanse of your mattress; his fingertips are just barely able to reach the curve of your waist. 

his body seems to glow beneath the golden glow of the morning sunlight. summer had returned, bringing arisu’s tan skin back with it. in the silence, the rest of the world fades into the background. reaching up, you brush the hair away from arisu’s face. you tuck the longest strands behind his ear, leaving the rest to settle against his nose bridge. gingerly, you begin to trace your hand against arisu’s face. your thumb brushes against small patches of acne scars littering his cheeks. 

your hand falls lower, now running down his neck and tracing against the edge of his shoulder. your fingertips trace against the curve of his collarbones and dance along the skin of his bare chest. arisu flinches slightly and then stirs at the feeling. though he doesn’t open his eyes, you don’t miss the way a deep flush spreads across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. 

goosebumps rise along arisu’s skin as your hand trails even lower before finally settling against his waist. you trace miscellaneous shapes against his skin, taking the time to admire the man before you. arisu’s lips have curved upwards slightly into the faintest smile. 

you shuffle across the sheets, closing the gap between your bodies. leaning in, you press a chaste kiss against the corner of his lips. “good morning,” you whisper.

arisu squeezes his eyes shut. he groans quietly as he wraps his arms around your waist, finally opening his eyes. he squints, doing his best to make out your figure before him despite his tiredness. “can i have a real kiss?” 

you hum, pulling away slightly. arisu reacts almost immediately, tightening his grip around your waist ever so slightly. “i don’t know, ryohei,” you say teasingly. you cup his face between your hands, holding his jaw between your fingertips. arisu’s gaze flickers down to your lips momentarily before returning to your eyes. “you haven’t even said good morning yet.” 

arisu pauses, then smiles. he chuckles softly as he wraps his arms around you, tugging you into a tight hug. this time it’s him who reaches up to cup your cheek as he leans in to rest his forehead against your own. “good morning,” he murmurs. he barely waiting a second before he’s pulling you close, finally pressing his lips against your own. 

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[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

♧ Xmas Times ♧ Various AIB!Boys x GN!Reader

AU: No-Borderlands - Established Relationships with all of them - SFW - Banda is still red flag - grammar mistakes -

ARISU

Soft boy! He loves this month. Not only because he gets an excuse to buy new lights and re decorate him room and gaming room. He actually decorates the whole aparment.

"Its never too early too set up the tree" Him probably

If you two are living together its going to be a hell of a month in the good way. Arisu LOVES IT. He is going to look out for different activities around the city and take you there. Try the new sweets and even go and buy matching sweaters and socks.

Loves to cuddle with you on the sofa while drinking hot cocoa, corny films ? Yes. Hell yes. He is all up for them even if he knows the ending.

MISTOLETE KISS!! Uses any chance to get you both under one and kiss you. Depends on his mood where he is going to kiss you but nose and lips are his firsts options.

CHISHIYA

This Man never cared over festivities and would actually to and take the xmas turn at the hospital to keep himself away from it.

Quiet insensitive about it and sees it most like a way of corporations to get money.

Plus he never got to experience a good xmas with his family..

Its up to you to take on the decorations and xmas mood!! He Will let you do whatever you want with the aparment as long as it does not touches his home office.

If you two prefer to mostly ignore it then its just another month. But Chishiya Will take xmas off and stay with you.

Gets you a big suprise present and when you do the same for him, he tries his best just how happy he is.

NIRAGI

Maybe you never imagine this, but he loves this month. During his childhood him and his mother would have the best of times setting up the tree and getting decorations, making cookies and singing xmas songs.

So yes, he expects quiet the same now that he is with you.

Like Arisu, he uses this time to buy more lights, the house looks like a dance place during night. Because he cant settle down for one color.

Will make you a cute interactive game that ends with "Happy Xmas, I love you"

Now wont admit it, but please cuddle him. Specially on cold mornings, he loves the natural heat more than having the califaction going on.

Kisses your head all the time and gets you a scarf tras too big For you. He thinks you look adorable.

TATTA

Another soft boy who has no idea what to do. If he is honest he cant really recall a special memory of xmas so he is lost and doing the standar things.

Totally checks the internet to see whats he is supposed to do.

Gets you tons of presents (five at least) because he feels like he is not at home a lot since his work gets more demanding during this month.

Get him a toy car with a controlled and he is the happyest guy alive.

Does not waste a chance on kissing you. Does not care if its on public or at home. Because to him its not only xmas but love season as well!!

BANDA SUNATO

He likes it because red blood goes amazing with white snow.

Really. The only time he leaves the city and goes to the countryside to hunt down peopel in the woods.

Does not care much for presents or decorations.

Just get him a New knife and he is happy, let him use it on you and its even better.

KARUBE

Man he is burned out with his bar. This month is demanding for him. Gets home late and tired. If you caress his hair and tell him sweet nothings he becomes a puppy.

Asks you to help him out decorating the bar (and Arisu) it ends looking amazing and then you make a personal competition to make your aparment with him look even better.

Is amazed how you managed to over due yourself.

Get him hawaii shirts please. Even if its no the time for it. He loves them and hates snow clothes.

The most kisser one.

You bet he adds mistelotes at home and at the bar. And is so ready to jump over you at any moment.

AGUNI

Asks you to help him decorate his flower shop but not too much cause he is worried the flowers Will suffer.

Sings xmas songs softly when he thinks you are not near (you are, you recorder him).

The xmas tree looks healthy and Aguni its so proud of how it looks he cant stop taking pictures of it.

Gets all flustered when you give him presents during the month. And wonders how did you get such a comfortable sweater for him ? Since he is all muscles?

Well he doubles it getting you a big Teddy bear.

[evilmenenjoyer]

Life Sentence

Pairing: Chishiya x reader.

Summary: Chishiya Shuntarou is the Jack of Hearts. With the end of his carefully constructed game approaching, there was only one thing that didn't go according to plan: you.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: none really for this chapter, but for others we've got some emotional manipulation as well as suicidal thoughts and tendencies, and eventual smut and romance. Chapters 1-4 already available on AO3!

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Fourteen rounds.

Chishiya supposes that’s not bad for a first time, although a bit underwhelming. As the sole survivor of a game of his own creation, he’d expected to feel a stronger sense of triumph. He makes his way down the empty hallway, glancing at the closed cell doors. He doesn’t have to look into the tiny windows to know who’s behind them; Yaba, Kotoko, Banda, Matsushita. All dead. The explosions had been loud, like multiple collars going off at once.

So why is his collar still placed firmly around his neck?

Chishiya reaches for it, giving it the gentlest tug to pull it off. It doesn’t budge. No game clear comes from the speakers.

At the end of the hall, a door creaks when it opens. He vaguely recognizes the woman that steps out – this whole time you’ve made yourself so quiet and unassuming, tagging along Banda like a sidekick, so easy to overlook. His mistake, really. He realizes now there must’ve been a strategy behind it, that perhaps you weren’t as lost as you made everyone believe you were. It’s as if, this whole time, you were playing a game of your own.

Your eyes meet across the hall, both coming to a pause in your steps. For a few long moments that’s all you do: stand there and stare at each other, like a Mexican standoff in one of those old Western movies, unsure whether to act or wait for the other to make the first move.

“You’re the Jack of Hearts.”

The statement makes him smile, obvious as it is. “You got me.” He raises his hands in mock surrender. It’s just the two of you now, and you know the Jack isn’t you. There’s no point in lying.

“I don’t think we’ve been introduced. I’m Chishiya.”

“I know.” Another indication that you’d been paying more attention than you let on. “I’m ____.”

He knows it too, of course. He knew the names of every player in Teio Prison. You cross your arms over your chest, walking towards him in slow, careful steps.

“So you made this game.”

It’s not a question, but he agrees with his head. “I did.”

“Did you count on this happening? Only two people left?”

“I figured it was highly unlikely. But not impossible.”

It complicates everything, of course. The only way to win is for one of you to lie to the other, and not be lied to in return. Learn to trust one another, even though you need the other dead to clear the game. Chishiya knows enough about odds and probability to know that the most likely outcome, in this case, is both of you dying.

Not that he’s complaining. It’s only just gotten interesting.

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You end up back at the main area, watching the big panel now showcasing only two pictures: Chishiya and yourself. The clock ticks, closer and closer to the end of the round, and each second that goes by that you can’t figure out a way out of this situation makes your skin crawl with anxiety.

If Chishiya is going over the same worries as you are, he doesn’t let it show. He looks calm, like he has all the time in the world. You watch him from your spot; the curve of the strand of platinum blonde hair that’s tucked behind his ear, the slump of his relaxed shoulders, his hands that disappear inside the pockets of his white hoodie. He’s a looker, you have to admit. The kind of guy that would’ve caught your eye at the subway back in Tokyo, the real Tokyo, that would’ve had you picturing your wedding together for the next fifteen minutes until he got off at his station and you never saw him again.

He finds your gaze before you can look away, making you wonder for how long he’s been aware that you’re staring.

“We’ve really hit a dead-end, huh?”

You bite the inside of your lip in barely contained anxiety. You have. He’s the Jack of Hearts, a master manipulator who’s been hiding in plain sight since the beginning of the game. He must have a plan.

“The way I see it, we have two options,” Chishiya says. “Number one is leaving it up to luck. We guess our suits. It’s one in four, so we each have a twenty-five percent chance of getting it right. Seventy-five percent says we die.”

It doesn’t sound great. Judging by his expression, Chishiya seems to agree with you.

“What’s option number two?” you ask.

“We tell the truth. I don’t know about you, but I could use a break. There’s enough food and water in here to last months; now that it’s just the two of us, probably even more. We take some time to regain our strength, then figure out what to do.”

You frown in suspicion. “You mean just playing house here, until one of us decides to kill the other.”

“I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

He circles you, his steps slow and deliberate. You nearly jump when you feel his fingers on your skin, brushing your hair over your shoulders to expose the back of your collar.

“You’re Clubs,” he tells you.

His voice doesn’t shake, doesn’t falter; no indication that he’s lying, but that doesn’t mean anything. He wouldn’t be the Jack of Hearts if he wasn’t good at lying.

He gives his back to you and pushes his hair out of the way so you can see his collar, lit up with a heart shape.

“Spade.”

He doesn’t move for a long moment. You swallow dry, cursing yourself for your millisecond of hesitation before speaking. This will be even harder than you’d thought.

When he finally turns back to you, there’s a small smirk on his lips. “I thought we agreed to tell the truth.”

“How can I know you’re not lying?”

“You can’t. You’re going to have to trust me.”

It’s time to make your guess, the female automated voice comes from the speakers above. Please enter a prison cell. One person per cell, please.

Neither of you move. Your feel as if your hesitation starts to seep from your mind to your body, tensing up your muscles and forcing the words out of your lips.

“You’re Heart.”

It’s sincere, earnest, and you can only hope that if he’d been lying about your suit, this will make him have a change of heart.

He only gives you a nod of his head and turns back towards the cells. Something about the emptiness in his eyes makes you pause, a wave of familiarity hitting you.

“Do I know you from somewhere?”

You can’t tell where. Maybe another game in the past, maybe even before that. He looks at you over his shoulder, but the question doesn’t seem to hold his interest for too long. “I don’t think so. Let’s go.”

Once again, you can’t tell if he’s lying.

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Please make your guess.

Did he tell the truth? There’s no way to know. If he didn’t, then you just handed the game to him by giving him his correct suit. It’s not easy to lie to him, under those dark eyes that catch on to every detail.

Even if you survive this round, you don’t know how you’re supposed to do it later down the line.

“Club.”

The silence that follows stretches on for an eternity. You close your eyes, praying that, if the explosion comes, it kills you so quickly you won’t feel the pain.

A bell sound rings through the air, and the door behind you unlocks itself.

[solitaryearthperson]

Stop Being Selfless

Summary: Everyone knows to not bother Chishiya at night, but you are the exception.

(The reader is gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The race/ethnicity is preferably black/person of color.)

Y/N= Your Name

E/C= Eye Color

Loud pounding on a door was not something any person would want to hear late at night, especially Chishiya Shuntaro. Despite his outward appearance of always being calm and collected, his mind was constantly running with different schemes, theories, and suspicions about the many people who lived at the hotel. His only time to relax his mind is at night when he's alone in his room. And when he was laying down in bed, either sleeping or just relaxing, no one was allowed to bother him unless it was something drastically important. Even Kuina, who is one of the few people close to him, knew to not bother him late at night. This was something that the rest of the hotel residents just naturally knew, even if they hadn't formally met him before. That was just common sense.

So the loud, frantic pounding on his door had him opening his eyes in silent fury, and turning over to the door in question, he could see the person's shadow from under the door moving frantically. Arisu? he wondered, but changed his mind quickly. If it was him, he would have been yelling his name stupidly for all the hotel to hear. Letting out a tired sigh, he turned to face the other side of the room, then closed his eyes, ready to tune the pounding out, and drift back to sleep.

"Chishiya?"

A soft voice made him open his eyes, and he quickly threw his blanket off of him and stood up. Was that-he waited to see if he heard it right.

"Ch-Chishiya? Are you up?"

He quickly made his way around the bed and to the door, hurriedly twisting it open and welcoming the sight of a frantic, scared looking (Y/N).

"(Y/N)," Chishiya said, taking a quick look at them before stepping to the side and letting them in. He could see that their (E/C) eyes were wet with unshed tears, the jacket wrapped around their body was somewhat on them and at the same time hanging off their right shoulder and touching the floor, and their body was trembling.

He didn't ask any questions as he already knew why they were there. Niragi.

"Sorry to wake you up," (Y/N) apologized, pulling the rest of the jacket onto their body before zipping it up. "I didn't know where else to go. Niragi, he-"

"It's alright," he interrupted, closing his door and walking back to the bed, laying back down. "Why not go to Kuina?"

They swallowed nervously before answering him. "I thought about going to her or maybe Usagi, but I didn't want to risk Niragi coming and hurting them too."

Selfless, he thought, pulling the blanket back and gesturing for them to lay beside him. Being selfless is going to get you killed, he once told them. It was after a game where he witnessed them, at the last minute, help a weak guy that had fallen behind beat the clock with them and risked both of them dying a horrible death. They had looked at him like he was a heartless monster when he gave them this advice (which he technically was), but he knew that he was right. Stop being so stupidly selfless, he thought watching them walk over to the bed and laying down beside him, their body still trembling lightly. You're better than that, he thought, feeling himself become furious at how scared they looked. I can't have you getting hurt.

"Thanks Chishiya," they said, turning over and facing him. Even though the room was dark, he could still feel their gaze on him, and he was glad that it was dark as he felt his face becoming warm.

The room was silent for a minute as they both closed their eyes, ready to catch back up on the sleep they were both rudely awaken from when a thought had come to Chishiya suddenly, and he couldn't help but ask it.

"Why me?"

It took them a second to respond, but he quickly heard (Y/N) reply with a tired "huh?"

"You didn't go to Usagi or Kuina, because Niragi would have hurt them, too. Did you not think he would do something to me? What about Arisu?"

"I honestly didn't think about Arisu, and I think he hates you too much to come near your room and bother you," they told him.

"Hmm," was his only response.

"I won't bother you again. I promise. Just tonight."

Stop being so selfless, he wanted to tell them, but kept it to himself. Right now, he wanted to enjoy their presence next to him.

"You're not bothering me," he told them, feeling his face become even hotter at the confession. "You can come here whenever you want."

"Oh,...thanks Chishiya," he heard them say before hearing them moving closer till he could feel the warmth of their body next to him through their jacket.

"Your welcome," he muttered, closing his eyes, glad it was dark, as he could feel his face getting hotter and a pleasant grin began growing on his face. I guess being selfless can have benefits, he thought, as he began to slowly fall back asleep. I can be selfish for them and me. While they slept peacefully next to him, feeling safe and warm, he slept with dreams of many ways he would enact payback on Niragi.

[sumluckr]

Being in a poly relationship with Takeru and Aguni - HCs:

• You met Takeru first, and from the moment you met, he latched onto you like a stray cat deciding you were his person.

• "You're fun. You're hanging out with me now," he had said, completely serious, as if you had no say in the matter.

• You didn't mind, though—Takeru was easy to be around, always laughing, always dragging you into some kind of ridiculous adventure.

• Aguni, however, was less thrilled about your existence. When Takeru introduced you, Aguni gave you a single, disinterested nod before turning back to his drink.

• "Ignore him," Takeru had whispered, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "He looks scary, but he secretly loves me."

• "I don't," Aguni muttered.

• It took a long time for Aguni to warm up to you. He never outright pushed you away, but he wasn't inviting either.

• You had to earn his trust—not with grand gestures, but with consistency. Showing up. Being there. Proving that you weren't just another temporary presence in Takeru's life.

• Later on there was something brewing between all three of you, but none of you were willing to acknowledge it.

• Takeru was the first to notice. The way Aguni's gaze would linger on you when he thought no one was watching, the way your breath hitched when Takeru leaned too close.

• He played it off like it was nothing, laughing and flirting as if he wasn't hyperaware of how tense things had become.

• Aguni, on the other hand, refused to entertain the thought. He was good at pushing feelings down, locking them away where they couldn't reach him.

• You tried to ignore it, too—but every time Takeru flirted with you, or Aguni brushed against you, that little voice in the back of your mind whispered that you weren't imagining things.

• It started as just another night in your apartment—drinks, loud laughter, and Takeru draping himself over you like a human blanket.

• "You love me, right?" Takeru slurred, leaning his head on your shoulder. "Tell Aguni you love me."

• You rolled your eyes, nudging him off you. "I'm not playing into your drunken self-affirmation routine."

• "But you do," Takeru grinned. "Both of you do." He turned to Aguni, who had been watching the exchange in amused silence. "C'mon, Aguni. You love me."

• Aguni sighed, setting his drink down. "You're an idiot."

• "A loveable idiot," Takeru corrected.

• You exchanged a glance with Aguni, and for a second, it was just there—the unspoken acknowledgment of everything you'd been ignoring.

• Then, as if the alcohol had burned away all hesitation, Takeru grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you onto his lap.

• "See? Feels good, right?" he murmured against your ear, his fingers tracing along your hip. "What are we even waiting for?"

• Your gaze flickered to Aguni. His jaw was clenched, his fingers gripping his glass tightly—but he didn't look away.

• And just like that, all the friendly feelings between each other shifted into something that can no longer be controlled.

• The relationship dynamic is pretty simple.

• You and Aguni are the responsible ones—most of the time.

• Takeru is the chaos. No impulse control, constantly testing his limits, always dragging the two of you into some kind of trouble.

• "I did something," Takeru announces one night.

• "Oh my god," you mutter.

• "Do I need to bury a body?" Aguni sighs.

• "No! ...Okay, maybe. But it wasn't my fault."

• Aguni is the protector. He doesn't say much, but you and Takeru both know that he's always watching out for you.

• He's the one making sure Takeru doesn't drink too much, making sure you don't overwork yourself, making sure no one even thinks about messing with either of you.

• You keep things balanced—soothing Aguni when he gets too tense, reigning in Takeru when he's about to do something truly stupid.

• Jealousy? Oh, It Happens.

• Aguni gets jealous in the most subtle way possible. No outbursts, no drama—just a quiet shift in body language.

• You'll be talking to someone, laughing at something they said, and suddenly Aguni is standing right behind you, arms crossed, gaze sharp.

• The poor soul talking to you usually gets the message fast.

• "You could just say you don't like it," you tease later.

• "I don't care," Aguni mutters.

• He definitely cares.

• Takeru, on the other hand, is so dramatic about it.

• "Wow," he deadpans, watching you and Aguni share a private smile. "So this is how I die. Betrayed."

• "Takeru."

• "No, no, don't try to explain. My heart is broken. I need time to heal."

• You roll your eyes, but you still pull him into a hug. He immediately melts into it, grinning like he knew you'd cave.

• Bedroom activities are a mess. A wonderful, tangled mess of different personalities.

• Aguni is dominant. No hesitation, no second-guessing—when he wants something, he takes it.

• Takeru loves pushing buttons. He likes testing limits, seeing just how much he can get away with before Aguni snaps.

• "You're being bratty," you warn as Takeru drags his lips along your shoulder.

• "Maybe I like being punished," Takeru murmurs.

• Aguni doesn't even hesitate before grabbing the back of his neck and shoving him down. "Then shut up and take it."

• (Spoiler: Takeru loves it when Aguni gets like that.)

• You're the wild card. Sometimes you're teasing Takeru, sometimes you're letting Aguni take control, and sometimes you're the one pinning both of them down.

• Takeru is more romantic. By a mile.

• He's the one sneaking flowers into your bag, dragging both of you on impulsive late-night dates, whispering sweet things in your ear just to see you smile.

• Aguni shows love in ways that aren't always obvious. He makes sure you eat, makes sure you're safe, watches over both of you without ever asking for anything in return.

• "I'm not good at this," Aguni admits one night, sitting next to you on the couch.

• "At what?"

• "This. Us. I don't... say things the way Takeru does."

• You take his hand, squeezing gently. "You don't have to. I already know."

• He looks at you for a long moment before pulling you in, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

• (Takeru bursts into the room five seconds later, yelling "GROUP HUG" and launching himself on top of you both.)

Some final thoughts

• Chaotic. Boy toy Takeru always ready to please both of you, and of course the scary dog privilege Aguni grants. • The three of you balance each other out in ways that shouldn't make sense, but somehow do. • You fight, you tease, you test each other's patience—but at the end of the day, you always find your way back to each other.

[thecheshireprincess]

Princess of Diamonds

Part I of V

In which you find yourself in Borderland, somehow running into the one person you'd thought was lost to you forever.

A Dad!Kuzuryu x Daughter!Reader five part mini-series

Content Warning: Mentions of death and suicide, curse words, not too much craziness going on in this part ✨️

A/N: I haven't decided if Reader will have one specific love interest, have two 👀 specific love interests, or if she will just remain a flirty queen 👑 So just know that this isn't necessarily a Niragi x Reader pairing, he just gets the first flirt for now 🤣🤭 I hope you guys love this! ❤️

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Even your eyelashes feel heavy and achy as you blink rapidly, eyebrows furrowing as you attempt to regain consciousness. The space in front of you was completely dark - you had opened your eyes, hadn't you? - and your head throbbed aggressively.

You bite back a moan of agony, the rest of your body finally responding to your awakened state, nerve endings lighting up all over like fireworks. Stiff, sore, fuck. What happened? You can tell you're sitting upright in an uncomfortable chair with something covering your head. A bag?

Arisu. Usagi. Last you could recall, the three of you had been searching all over Tokyo for a place called The Beach; you must have been caught. Secretive fuckers. You just hoped your friends were still with you and unharmed.

You aren't left to your thoughts for long as the shade is yanked abruptly from your head, allowing bright white light to infiltrate your vision. You squeeze your watering eyes shut tightly in response, the sudden intrusion of the sun's rays doing no favors to your pounding headache. Your hand instictively comes up to massage a tender bump on your head, likely where your kidnappers had hit you to knock you out. You should sue for damages.

"Good morning!" a woman's cheerful voice chirps from a couple of feet in front of you. It probably would be a good morning, if you hadn't been assaulted for simply looking for answers in a world that seemed to have none.

And then a voice fills your ears, the low tone immediately soothing your frayed nerves like a balm. A voice that you'd been certain you'd never have the privilege of hearing again, "I'm sorry that we were so rough. We heard that there were some people sneaking around the place." You finally lift your head up as he finishes his apology, eyes meeting his framed behind distinctive wire glasses. You notice his breath catches in his throat, eyes widening, as your reality seems to shift beneath you. How could this possibly be?

Your father was presumed to be dead, missing for more than six months in the old world. His disappearance the catalyst for the fiery collapse of the life you'd known for 24 years. But now? Here he was standing in front of you dressed in a short-sleeved collared shirt and board shorts. At a place dubbed The Beach. A place whose citizens had assaulted you and your friends, leaving you unconscious and bewildered. The sight of him filled you with rage, only adding to the pressure currently threatening to crack your skull in half. Your pulse pounded obscenely in your ears, making it nearly impossible to hear anything over the thunderous beat. You lowered your gaze to the dirty tan carpet at your feet, you'd be sick if you had to keep looking at the man.

You're instantly grateful that Arisu and Usagi are, in fact, on either side of you and can function well enough to converse with the wild haired man that has come parading ceremoniously into the room. You make a half-hearted attempt to listen to the man, spewing all sorts of propaganda about what the cards mean, what collecting them will do, and how the citizens of The Beach have pledged themselves to him. To live for him, to die for him. What an absolute lunatic; you kind of like him.

It's then that the two muscular men that had accompanied Hatter - that's what he called himself - into the conference room push the thin pocket wall dividing the room out of the way. Your eyes are met with a colorful wall coated thickly in spray painted playing cards. This must be their way of keeping track of which cards they still needed, and from the looks of things, they weren't too far off from the goal. Impressive.

Hatter paces back and forth in front of your group, animatedly describing that most things are allowed and encouraged in his self proclaimed utopia - drinking, drugs, sex, you name it. There are, however, a few limitations. "Rule one, swimwear is mandatory," he says, grandly gesturing towards a pretty woman with a bob cut. When the three of you presumably look at him questioningly, he gladly elaborates, "Well you can't very well hide weapons in swimwear, right?! It's genius!"

Ah, so no weapons then. That's disappointing. A quick glance to your right confirms your suspicions - they'd already confiscated your pistol and homemade bombs. They were sitting innocently among your groups' other possessions on a desk by the window, likely never to be seen by you again. Hatter re-enters your line of vision as he strides toward the desk, gracefully scooping up the stack of playing cards adorning it. Your playing cards, to be more specific.

"Rule two, all cards belong to The Beach. We work together to collect all the cards, sending one person back at a time as we form complete decks." You can see through your periphery that your friends are a little distressed by this particular rule, and the fact that Hatter now has your cards pressed in his hands. You on the other hand, couldn't care less. You aren't trying to get out of here anyway.

Arisu and Usagi launch into another back and forth with Hatter, and you won't lie, you're starting to get bored. Everything feels inconsequential to you at this point, and you'd prefer to just get on with it. And away from your father. You take this moment to quickly analyze the people stationed around the room. You don't, however, dare look to your left; actively avoiding your father's constant gaze burning a hole through you. So all of these people have truly bought into this man's insanity? Your incredibly intelligent father included. You briefly wonder if he's lost his mind. But no, Hatter must really be that charismatic, that convincing. Or maybe people finding themselves in this new place are really just that desperate for something to find hope in? You can't relate.

You tune listlessly back into the conversation just as Arisu asks what would happen if the three of you refused Hatter's offer. You had a feeling that you already knew the answer to that, the long-haired man in front of you looking like he'd never accepted no as an answer in his life. He turns ominously around from where he'd been ogling the cards painted carefully on the wall to face the three of you once more.

"Rule three, this is the last rule," he articulates in a low tone, holding three fingers up to you. "Death to the traitors." His oddly distant eyes stare daggers at the three of you over the top of his aviator glasses, making it clear that this was not a joke. Finally, something exciting. So you would be forced to live here and serve this man's whims - him blackmailing you into staying with the cold threat of death. Your eyes sparkled, you could have a good time here. You smirk, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair as Hatter makes his grand exit. There is nothing more that needs to be said, the three of you would be locked in here until the end - whatever that might look like.

The mysterious woman with the bob cut and sunglasses covering her face strides confidently over to your group, offering to show you around and help you get settled in. You are quick to accept, knowing that you didn't have the patience or willpower right now to deal with the man still studying you from across the room. You doubted that you could avoid him forever at this resort, but you would damn well try.

He was, after all, just a ghost to you now.

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

You sit comfortably on a wicker barstool in front of the bar, swinging your legs back and forth in a show of indifference. One finger traces the base of your martini glass with a feather light touch, your other hand cradling your chin as you reflect on the last couple of hours. Ann turned out to be super sweet, much less intimidating than she presented herself. You liked that about her.

She had helped you choose a few outfits to stock your new wardrobe with; most pieces were beachwear, of course, but you'd also chosen some sweatshirts, long pants, and shorts for game nights. She'd also shown you to your room, giving you a full rundown of the power dynamic at The Beach as you put away your new clothes and tried to settle in to your new life.

She was quick to tell you about Aguni and the Militants, warning you in no uncertain terms to stay out of their way. Away from them entirely, if possible. A challenge. Then there was, of course, Hatter and his Executive board. You weren't surprised in the slightest to hear your father is ranked number two and has been for some time. You'd scoffed as Ann presented you with that piece of information, catching her attention. "Do you know each other?" she'd implored. You'd laughed drily, feeling no need to lie to her, "He's my Dad. And he's supposed to be dead." You know the look on your face must have been dripping in disdain and probably confused the woman sitting on the edge of your bed. Ann had pursed her cherry red lips, giving a slight nod before smiling encouragingly, "Family can be . . . difficult. Try not to waste an opportunity for a second chance." You'd hummed in acknowledgement, shooting her a half-hearted smile. Did you want to give your father a second chance? You weren't sure.

You didn't stay locked up in your room for long after Ann had rushed off to perform other Executive duties, deciding that you should at least try to take advantage of the amenities. If the people of The Beach were partying, who were you to argue? Bottoms up. You didn't bother to search for Arisu and Usagi either - you knew they'd be safe at the resort and would take care of each other. Honestly, those two were perfect for each other, and you were more of a loner anyway.

At least, you were now. It was better that way - with the way you were these days. You weren't sure how to explain it. It turns out that losing both of your parents in such a short span of time can really take a toll on a person's livelihood. You'd been in a sort of depression since everything had happened, most days you felt like a walking zombie. You still went through the motions of keeping your basic needs met and showing up to work, but you could tell that your will to thrive was not very strong. Coming into this new world was an interesting development to say the least. A positive development?

A different world, with different rules. It was a sort of sick entertainment for you, watching people fear for their lives in the game arenas as you laid your life on the line without concern. It was no concern to you if you lived or died, because you had nothing to live for here, and nothing to return to in the original world.

Whether Hatter's theories were true or not, didn't matter to you. You couldn't care less that he wanted to make all of these people bust their asses to earn cards every night just for him to be the one to return to the original world, yourself included. He could have all of your cards, for the rest of time if he wanted. You had every intention of staying here for as long as you could keep yourself alive. It was at least better than being stuck in a world where everything had been stripped from you.

After a while of soaking up the sun's golden rays and enjoying the rowdy sounds of the players splashing in the pool behind you, a shadow is cast over your form as someone approaches you from behind. You sigh, rolling your eyes as you turn to look at them. To tell them to fuck off. A slender man with sharp black eyes and a rifle slung against his shoulder slips an arm on the back of your chair and lowers himself presumptuously in the one next to you. Niragi. You had wondered when you would get the pleasure.

You raise an eyebrow at him expectantly, taking a delicate sip from your glass and allowing the pink liquid to burn its way down your throat deliciously.

The man studies you, dark eyes roaming all over your body, "What's a pretty thing like you doing over here alone?" You chuckle in disbelief, not really expecting the weakest pickup line of all time to come out of his mouth.

"I choose to be alone, thank you. And is that the best a guy like you has got? You are really underestimating me," you say dangerously, flipping your hair over your shoulder and settling back into your seat. Allowing his arm to brush lightly across your shoulders. Niragi's reputation preceeded him, you already knew he was a walking red flag. A monster. And maybe that's why you felt a little intrigued by him. It couldn't hurt to get to know him a little, right?

At the very least, you knew allowing someone like him within close proximity to you would bother your father, which was something you were highly interested in accomplishing right now. A mischievous grin spreads across your face just at the thought of his reaction to Niragi's arm being wrapped around you.

Niragi smirks, excited to have met someone who could actually hold their own against him. "Really?" he drawls, arching a pierced eyebrow at you, "Are you sure that you aren't the one underestimating me?"

You hum, leaning forward with your chin resting in both of your hands now, bright eyes clashing against his dark ones. "I know exactly who you are, Niragi. And I'm not afraid of you, you won't be getting in the way of what I want."

Your eyes narrow at him, waiting patiently for him to try to rebut you. The man standing behind the bar, Tatta you'd learned earlier, sends you a distressed look as he slides another fruity pink drink over to you; you are allowing a snake dangerously close to sinking its fangs into your neck. You smile sweetly at the boy, reassuring. You have Niragi right where you want him.

"And what about what I want, baby?" he asks, piercings glittering in the sun. You are definitely attracted to this man, monster or not. His face has gotten dangerously close too, though you certainly aren't complaining, allowing his nose to nearly touch yours. After a moment of tense silence, you flash Niragi a dazzling grin before turning your head to tip your glass all the way back, finishing off your first drink. You stand abruptly from your seat now, grasping the stem of the martini glass that Tatta just handed you as you go.

Niragi's eyebrows knit in confusion at your sudden departure,and you send a confident wink in his direction. "Guess we'll have to wait and see what you deserve to get from me," you say ardently, tone even but still teasing. Flipping your hair again to fall luxuriously back down your back, you skip off toward the other side of the glistening blue pool and leave the man sitting dumbfoundedly at the bar. You, on the other hand, were hoping to get lost in your second martini and fall asleep in the sun for a few hours.

If Niragi wanted to play cat and mouse with you, you wanted to make sure that he knew you were the cat.

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

After spending your entire afternoon and early evening basking in the hot sun and drinking, you were looking forward to drowning yourself in a hot shower. Okay, maybe not drowning yourself, but at least drowning the thoughts that hadn't been sufficiently killed off by the liquor. You turn the brass door handle to enter your room, flinging the door open blindly into the darkness. You nearly jump out of your skin, clasping your hands to your mouth to mask your scream when you find a silhouette already standing by the window waiting for you.

"What the fuck!" You curse at your father, nearly having had a heart attack. You should have been expecting this, of course he wouldn't just leave you to your own devices now that he knew you were here. "Do you have to stand forebodingly in the dark like that? You could have at least turned on the light!" you exclaim again, conflicting emotions seeping out of you like a thick smoke. You indignantly flip the switch to bathe the room in warm light, finally letting your eyes study your father for the first time.

He looks mostly the same as he always has, serious and tired from - what? In the old world you could kind of understand, the man worked tirelessly as a powerful attorney, usually putting his job above his family and often times even being forced to go against his own personal ideals. What's he tired from now? Sitting at The Beach and partying all day? A part of you wants to tell him to fuck off, to leave you alone and let you sleep, but for some reason you don't. He turns to look fully at you now, showing very little emotion on his features, but a brief flicker of concern in his eyes. His arms are crossed characteristically across his chest, standing as though he was holding court. And somehow you're the defendent.

You shuffle further inside the room to be able to push the door shut behind you, stumbling a little bit over your strappy sandals as you do. Whoops, so maybe you'd had a little more fun at the pool than you realized.

Chestnut eyes examine you, his professional poker face giving away nothing about how he was feeling. "You're drunk," he states simply, only stoking the flames of your fury towards him.

You look incredulously up at him from where you've plopped yourself down on the plush couch against the opposing wall; a younger, very different version of yourself would probably have cried. Instead, you laugh. A coarse, mocking sort of sound. "You haven't seen me, your only daughter, in six months and the first thing that comes out of your mouth is a criticism? Just when you think you know a person," you spit venomously.

"Is that all you wanted, then? Worried that I'll tarnish your precious reputation here at this stupid cult resort?" You give him no chance to respond to you, and he doesn't interrupt. Would never interrupt. Because where you are fiery and stubborn, he meets you with calm composure; a perfect counterpoint. "It all makes sense, really. All you've ever cared about was your reputation, isn't it? You've never cared about me. About Mom. No wonder she left you in the dust," you snarl. You realize that you're openly spitting vitriol at your Dad, allowing the liquor flowing through your system to drive the conversation.

He hums calmly, not taking the bait. Not responding back out of anger or hurt. Because if there was one thing your father was actually good at, it was listening to understand, not listening to react. So even though you've just spewed hateful, horrible words at him, you know he isn't hearing that. He's hearing what you aren't saying. I was so scared when you went missing. I've missed you. Why are we here? Didn't you know that I still needed you? Don't you love me anymore? What is going to happen to us here?

The man takes a couple of carefully measured strides to shorten the distance between you, sitting on your bed across from where you're sprawled somewhat drunkenly. "I understand how you must be feeling . . ." he tries to reason, one hand raised and reaching toward you slightly, but you still have shit you need to say and cut him off immediately.

"No the fuck you don't understand!" you roar without second thought of players residing in neighboring rooms. "Mom's dead. It's all your fault. You think I'm just going to throw myself into your arms?" Think again. I'm not your sweet little girl that you left behind. I'm an orphan now." You feel the emotional tide start to turn within you at this point, rage bleeding slowly into despair as you think about all of the horrible catastophes that had led you to this place.

Your father takes his glasses off to pinch the bridge of his nose, a classic indication that "you've stressed him out". Good. You don't say anything more now, picking lightly at a loose thread that hung from the arm of the couch. Trying to hold back tears. Because you'll be damned if you cry in front of your father today, absolutely the fuck not.

The man says your name quietly when he's certain you're finished with your outburst, "Honey, I didn't ask to come here any more than you did." He sighs, exhausted, always exhausted just like in the old world. It's then that you notice how much older he looks, like he's carrying the weight of an entire world with him. "Tell me what happened with Mom." His voice cracks just a tiny bit at the mention of his ex-wife, a change that would go unrecognized to most people, but you can tell at least that bit of news has hurt him. You turn your head to escape his scrutinizing gaze, fixing your eyes on a spot on the wall.

Eight months ago, two months before the man now sitting in front of you disappeared, your parents announced they'd be getting divorced. You'd thought it was the worst thing that could happen to you at the time. Devastation. No one wants to see the eternal love they've always known and looked up to, be shattered right in front of their eyes. You had been left disillusioned about love at the very least. Was love a real thing? Even if it was, could it last forever?

Just a few days after you had helped your Dad move into a new townhouse about twenty minutes from your childhood home, he left to go on a work trip. You were staying at the new place to help him get settled, and of course to watch Kumo, your father's Akita. It was only supposed to be a three day trip, but as three days turned into five, and then into a week, you'd panicked. Search party after search party was sent out, exhausting every location that he could possibly be.

Though no body was ever uncovered, search efforts were lifted after three weeks. Your father was presumed dead. Some people speculated that he ran away, but you knew. It didn't matter that your Dad often put work ahead of you, you knew that if he was capable of coming back, he would have. But still? There was a lot of fury in you. Your brain desperately wanted - needed - something to blame for the pain.

"She blamed herself for your disappearance. She thought that maybe you'd run away because of everything that happened, and just wanted to start fresh without us." You blink some tears from your eyes, because this was the worst part. The part that you usually left out of the story, because you were not a good daughter. Because though you'd told your Dad it was all his fault that your Mom was gone, it was really your fault. At least that's how you see it.

You let out a shaky breath, pressing your nails deeply into the soft skin of your palms as the gravity of the situation weighs on you. You hazard a brief glance up at your father, finding his face softened, looking at you with as much warmth as someone like him can offer. When he realizes that you're struggling with the next part, he shifts toward you. Slowly, giving you the chance to back away from him if you want. Your father comes to kneel in front of you, carefully unwrapping your fingers from where they are leaving crescent shaped marks in your skin, taking your hands in his. Gently rubbing his thumbs along your knuckles, let me hold the pain for you.

"I-i blamed her too. I told her it was her fault that you left us . . . It was me that put that idea in her head. I-i made sure that she lost both of us and I didn't even get a chance to apologize or see her one last time before it happened," you lament. You hadn't meant it when you said it, you were just so upset. It would always be your greatest regret in life.

Your father closed his eyes, taking in the information you'd given him, processing it all with a deep, painful sigh. He shakes his head slightly, pulling you fully into his arms in a tight hug now. You stiffen initially, still a little bit hesitant, but eventually allow your head to rest on his shoulder. You feel a weight lifted from your chest, one that has been pressing down on you like a boulder for the last eight months.

"It's not your fault, sweetheart. There's so much that you don't know, so much that we didn't want you to have to carry the burden of," your father consoles you, and you lose track of time as you revel in the feeling of being held by the person you thought for sure you'd never see again.

"Dad?" You whisper after a while, as if there were people of The Beach watching or listening, and honestly there probably were. "I know you're a part of this weird organization or whatever and I won't do anything to mess that up. But know this, I don't plan on going back to our world. I want to stay here."

Your statement caught Kuzuryu off guard, and his spine went rigid at hearing it. He was lucky you still had your head rested on his shoulder and weren't looking at his face, because he was certain his usually vacant expression was anything but.

There was so much you didn't know, didn't understand about this place. So much he couldn't reveal to you. The man felt a lump in his throat forming, time was a precious commodity here and he was already running out of it. The Beach had just a few remaining cards to collect before the Ten of Hearts would be revealed, and then, it would be their turn. He had a few days, maybe a week if he was lucky, to spend with you. In that time, he needed to convince you to go home when you were given the choice.

Kuzuryu might not be willing to weigh the value of other peoples' lives against each other, but to him, your life was the most valuable in the world.

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

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[yawn-junn]

Yandere banda heacanon please chupapi with a cherry on top make it drop 🙏🙏🙏

𓋼Banda yandere Headcannons𓋼

Special thanks to: this idiot, AIB, Banda Sunato

Note: I was gonna apologize for taking so long but your, you so nvm ✌️🤪(LY tho bestie) anyway you say yandere but Banda himself is one so it's just gonna be normal Banda

TW: Banda : yandere themes : toxic relationship : death games : AIB : Once again Banda

⋆Banda doesn't feel actual emotions as yaba said in the show he processes everything through logic and reason

⋆So if his brain says "yes" to you, you'll never leave his sight till he dies if he dies he's killing you before he goes so you'll be together in the afterlife

⋆He is protective in the most toxic way ever I mean like no one can look at you

⋆Banda on the jealousy scale is 1029377291028/10 like he should probably go to therapy but he won't

⋆If he met you before the whole death game Alice in borderland era he would still murder for you I mean he didn't kill those women for nothing

⋆He loves scaring you, like a demon he feeds off your fear and energy

⋆He most enjoys when you cry in pain knowing he caused it

⋆Back to the therapy topic if you ask him to go you'll be in an early grave

⋆He'll do anything for you but not everything so he won't do anything for you lmfao if he thinks you need it you'll get it if he thinks you don't you won't

⋆He probably has broken at least one of your bones for fun

⋆Now on the soft side of things he loved cuddles strange I know but he does

⋆He is a sucker for head scratches and back scratches there his favorite so if he's thinking to hard scratch one or both of those spots

⋆Now back to the toxic side of things he controls what you can and can't wear

⋆But he lets you do your hair how you want he does have a little teeny tiny bit of morals even tho there a bit messed up he has them

⋆He has thought of buying you one of those toddler leash backpacks so you can't run off

[dreamwavesexploringreality]

Echoes in the Storm

Chishiya x reader

Trope: Injury Care

TW: Injury, blood.

“We have to go back to the Beach,” Y/N said, worry etched on her face as she clutched her bloodied arm.

“It’s pouring,” Chishiya replied calmly, scanning the area where the couple had decided to take refuge after the game ended, the sky had turned gray, and lightning began to streak across the heavens accompanied by powerful roars. They were in a sort of hallway flanked by storefronts and shops. It could be considered the lobby of a rather small and mostly dilapidated shopping mall. Broken glass littered the floor, and many of the storefronts were empty.

“If we don’t go back, they’ll come looking for us and kill us for treachery,” the girl insisted, watching the rain fall heavily, distorting her view of the street.

“No one will be coming to look for us tonight. We’ll return in the morning,” the man decided, collapsing to the ground with his back against the wall.

Y/N felt a few drops land on her cheek as the wind pushed them toward her. She closed the door, feeling her arm protest from the effort, and secured it by wedging a metal chair against the doorknob.

“Come here,” the girl heard. Chishiya was looking at her, sitting on the ground.

Y/N approached and sank down beside him with a brief sigh. When she leaned her head on her companion’s shoulder, she noticed him crouching in front of her.

“Let me see,” he said, examining her arm.

Instinctively, she cradled her arm closer to her chest. Chishiya noticed the subtle movement and chuckled ironically.

“Are you going to act like a little girl? Let me see it,” his voice dripped with mockery, but beneath his words, a clear hint of concern shone through.

The girl slid her hand away from the wound, exposing it to the air and the man’s scrutinizing gaze. Chishiya leaned in closer, gripping her forearm with both hands. He squeezed firmly, watching as blood seeped from the cut, nearly at her shoulder, while she tensed and hissed in pain.

“It doesn’t seem like the muscle is torn. It’s more of a surface wound,” he stated, keeping his eyes fixed on the injury. “If we can keep it from getting infected tonight, I can stitch it up for you in the morning at the Beach.” The girl breathed a sigh of relief when his grip softened, and a small whimper escaped her lips as she felt him move away.

“Where are you going?” she asked, watching Chishiya disappear from her sight as he entered one of the looted and ransacked stores. She received no answer and shifted uncomfortably in her spot.

She leaned her head back against the wall and allowed herself to close her eyes for a few seconds. Taking a deep breath, she tried to distract herself from the prickling sensations traveling from her wound down to the tips of her fingers.

It wasn’t long before the sound of footsteps echoed in the room. Y/N kept her eyes closed, recognizing the pattern already engraved in her memory. They were calm steps, though she could discern a slight hint of urgency. They grew louder and louder until, when she felt them before her, she opened her eyes to find herself face to face with the familiar man. Chishiya knelt down in front of her again and laid a bright pink shirt and four small bottles of water on the ground.

“That doesn’t suit you,” the girl said with a mischievous smile, referring to the shirt.

Chishiya let out a huff but didn’t respond. Instead, he opened one of the bottles and poured some of its contents into his hands. Then, without warning, he poured the rest of the liquid onto her open wound. The woman’s body tensed, and she instinctively recoiled from the source of her pain. Chishiya's hand shot out at her movement, gripping her uninjured arm tightly, trapping her between him and the wall.

“Stay still,” the man said, gradually easing his grip until he was gently stroking patterns with his thumb.

The girl forced herself to remain still, losing herself in the sensation of his touch. She inhaled deeply, catching the scent of the man and realizing just how close they were to each other. Chishiya had enclosed her, holding her with one hand, his chest nearly pressed against hers.

Y/N lifted her gaze to observe the man, seeing him completely focused on the wound, carefully rubbing around it to remove the dried blood and dirt. In one of those movements, his fingers brushed too close to the open flesh, sending an electrifying pain through her arm, causing her to bury her face in the crook of Chishiya's neck while tightly closing her eyes. He may have tensed a little, especially when he tightened his grip on her healthy forearm, trying to keep her still, but Y/N barely noticed. What she did notice was his hand releasing her uninjured arm to rest on her back, almost at the nape of her neck. She felt him trace a pattern that traveled up to her nape and then down her spine. A pleasant shiver ran through her body, sending tingles across her skin and temporarily distracting her from the sharp pain in her arm.

Next, with her face still hidden in the man’s neck, she felt him shift in his position, his hand rising to rest on her head. She heard a soft “shh” accompanied by the sensation of his fingers caressing her scalp and gently intertwining with her hair. There was no time for her to register the loss of contact before she felt intense pressure on her wound. Chishiya had tightly and skillfully knotted the shirt around her arm, causing a sharp pain that filled her eyes with tears. As she tried to lift her head, she felt his hand in her hair, keeping her in place.

“Shh, it’s okay now,” she heard the man whisper.

A few tears escaped her closed eyes, dampening the boy's neck as he quickly began tracing irregular patterns on the girl’s back with his free hand, while with the other, he gently pressed her head against his neck.

The man felt a choked sigh escape Y/N's lips, and with utmost care, he maneuvered her so that he leaned against the wall, with her body resting on top of his, her legs on either side of his thighs. For some reason, Chishiya kept his hand firmly on the girl’s head, preventing her from lifting her gaze, and he felt himself relax as the erratic breathing against his neck turned normal, sensing the adrenaline fading from her body as she fell asleep on his shoulder. He cradled her gently, and once he was sure Y/N had drifted off, he allowed himself to surrender to sleep.

Perhaps it was the exhaustion, the fatigue, or the weariness from the game; perhaps it was merely the product of a dream or the reserved fantasies of his subconscious, but Y/N could swear that that night, with the scent of rain filling the room and the man’s hair tickling her cheek, she heard whispered words in her ear.

As the sun began to rise over the horizon and the first rays of light swept through the room, the girl sat up, not without pain, to observe the man who seemed to be sleeping peacefully. With her arms around his neck, she allowed herself to gently caress the tips of his hair, feeling him stir beneath her, sighing softly and tightening his grip around her waist, pulling their bodies even closer together.

“Did you say something last night?” the girl intended to ask just before forcing herself to be quiet, allowing a silence laden with unspoken words to settle between them.

"The woman remained motionless as she watched the man wake up slowly. She saw how a faint smile formed on his face while she delicately played with the strands of hair at the nape of his neck. A shiver ran through her body as a strange burst of warmth grew in her chest when Chishiya finally opened his eyes and met her gaze.

That morning, infused with the scent of rain after a night where reality and dreams had blurred their boundaries, no one spoke. Anyone who approached would see two still figures lost in each other's gaze and would be unable to perceive the unspoken words floating in the air. Words that had remained hidden in the depths of their hearts, in the darkest corners of their consciousness... words that were unnecessary to express, at the top of their lungs, the reality that had just been revealed to them.

© 2024 [@dreamwavesexploringreality]

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[organic-bloodbath]

Chishiya x Reader

A/N: A nice little Asylum!AU series ♡ Planning to do just Chishiya x Reader but i'm willing to consider making it x Niragi too? Opinions? Also, blame @thecheshireprincess for giving me an idea to start and develop this, i'll be losing sleep.

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Summary:

You are locked up in a mental asylum among other mentally ill patients. You hear voices and see things that aren't actually there, not being able to tell what's real and not. After attempting to murder your own brother, you haven't said a word to anyone, becoming completely mute.

The institution starts to experiment with a treatment for the mentally ill which have been out of order for decades — a lobotomy. They started using it on patients again who didn’t get better from any other treatment offered to them, including you.

After being lobotomized, each patient turns into a catatonic state but all of them actually end up in the Borderlands, waking up at the Beach. To come out of the catatonia, you need to beat all the games.

In the asylum, you preferred to stay on your own and mind your own business, not trying to befriend anyone, but now at the Beach you're forced to get to know the other people as well. Getting close to anyone wasn't a plan of yours, not at all, but you start to learn that maybe you don't have to struggle alone anymore.

The more games you beat, the quieter the voices in your head seem to become. Will the lobotomy heal or ruin you even worse?

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[thepencilnerd]

Vampire!Chishiya

Chishiya is a doctor who finds his world upended when a patient is rushed into the ER after a devastating accident. The intoxicating scent of your blood ignites a primal hunger within him. Driven by an insatiable desire, he realizes he must have you—no matter the cost.

rating: mature/explicit

warnings: dark!fic, toxic relationship, obsessive, manipulative, and possessive behavior, blood-drinking/sharing, momentary self-injury (not due to depression or SI), blood magic/ritual

word count: 18k

complete fic here, please mind tags <3 (niragi cameo only in the last chapter, sorry :(

[luvluu]

Daylight… Shuntaro Chishiya

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A/N: heeeey! So English is not my first language, sorry if you find any mistake. I way loved this one and it’s probably getting a part two I don’t know you tell me pls😭

So almost all my stuff has a song title because I’m rlly bad with titles and it’s easier to me to name them as a song, but most times it has no connection at all😭🙏 hope you like this tho as you liked “I love you, I’m sorry”(which is probably getting a part two)

Requests are open tho!🫶🏻

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Shuntaro Chishiya x reader

Fluff❤️‍🩹

TW: none

WORDS: 942

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Daylight streamed in through the bedroom window. The faint rays of sunlight slowly woke you up. You pulled away from the sleeping figure beside you, but he grabbed your waist before you could, you smiled at the act of love.

“Chishiya...” you murmured, he only let out a moan, not letting go of you.

“Just a little while longer” he said pulling you to his body, you laughed you looked up at him who still half asleep.

“I have to go” you said, stroking his hair and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Chishiya didn't work in the summer, it was almost never his turn and although it seemed unbelievable to think, when Chishiya didn't work he didn't really know what to do. You worked in the bar of a swimming pool near your house, so Chishiya had to put up with being without you all morning. He used to go with you, pay the entrance fee even if he didn't swim in the pool despite the heat and ordered himself some refreshments just to be served by you, but your boss ended up banning him because, according to him, being with Chishiya was too distracting.

To say that Chishiya was in awe of you was not enough. Ever since he met you, his heart started beating a little faster. It was almost three years ago. You went with your little nephew to the hospital as he had to have a test:

“Walk” you said to the child, trying to get him to enter the consultation room. You were terrified of hospitals, very much so, and so was the little boy.

Since you were little, you were always forced to go to the doctor and you ended up panicking about hospitals and everything related to them. Doctors? Monsters. That's what they looked like to you, monsters.

You entered the consulting room behind the figure of your little nephew and Chishiya noticed the nervousness of both of you almost instantly. Neither of you sat down, you stared at Chishiya as if he was a ghost.

“His parent?” he asked, you were offended, but tried to hide it.

“No, no, of course not” you quickly denied. Chishiya hid a smile.

He gave your nephew a test while you sat in the chair in front of the desk, your gaze fixed on the fridge full of injections, your stomach churning at that image alone.

When he finished, Chishiya told your nephew to go outside for a moment while he gave you the results, it was not usually good for children to be around while the doctor gave the test results, if they had something serious they could get scared and it was better for the children.

Chishiya held out a piece of paper to you and told you that your nephew was fine, he just needed to do more sports.

“I'm sorry I offended you earlier.” you frowned in confusion. “When I asked if you were the boy's parent.”

“Oh, don't worry” you denied, wanting to get out of the room as quickly as possible.

“Let me make it up to you with a coffee” he replied, offering you a piece of paper with your name and his phone number on it with a reassuring smile. You scanned the paper before taking it with a small smile and a noticeable blush is your cheeks, the urge to leave gone.

“I don't drink coffee” you said, though when you realized that sounded like a rejection you spoke again. “But I'd love to go with you, yes” you said nervously and walked out of the office.

You had been together for two and a half years and you were the fuel of Chishiya's life: every time he saw a piece of clothing in the store next to the hospital he thought about how wonderful you would look in it, or every time he ate alone in the hospital he wondered if you were eating alone too. You just wouldn't get out of his head.

Summer was supposed to be when you could be together. You would spend all day in bed cuddling and watching series or movies, you both loved those moments. You loved the comfort of your bed and the smell of Chishiya flooding the room as his arms cuddled you. And Chishita loved anything that involved being near you, but your summer job fucked it all up.

You didn't need money, Chishiya was a doctor and you were a teacher, but the owner(yes, the same one who banned your boyfriend) was the brother of one of your best friends, and he needed someone to work for at least two weeks, so you, as the people-pleaser you were, you couldn't say no.

“Stay today” he murmured, kissing your lips in one swift movement.

“I'll get fired.” you said.

“Better” he laughed, throwing you back on the bed, making you laugh. “I don't plan to let you leave” he said lying on top of you.

At first, Chishiya was kind of carefree, he didn't seem to care about anything, he didn't seem to care about anything, but after a few months of relationship, his attitude changed and Chishiya ended up being one of the cutest men you had ever met.

“I have to work or I won't do anything productive all morning.”

“I can think of a couple of ways to do something productive together” he said giving you a kiss on the neck followed by a laugh.

“Shuntaro!” you scolded. He got up from on top of you, looking at you as you got out of bed and got dressed. “I'll see you before lunchtime, okay? I promise” you said giving him a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“If you come and I'm not around it's because I might stop by Shibuya today. I have to buy something.”

You nodded as you walked to the door.

“Okay! I love you!” you said walking out.

“Love you more” he shouted from the bed.

If you had stayed with him in bed, maybe that meteorite wouldn't have killed him for 1 minute. 1 minute that for him was another life.

[niki-phoria]

'cause i don't wanna be in love with another / even in another life

pairing: arisu ryohei x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 965

notes: need s3 to be released immediately, mandatory apology for my inconsistent posting, uni is killing me, only one bed trope, established relationship, arisu is touch starved a little bit, awkward loser arisu my beloved <33, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from the maria's - heavy

the twin sized mattress is far too small for two people - easily evidenced by the cramped way ARISU RYOHEI’S shoulder awkwardly brushes against your own. his entire body feels stiff; he feels more like a corpse than a man when he shuffles slightly, still overly close to you. 

the beach is never quiet. even within the confines of a hotel room you had chosen at random, you can vaguely hear the music blasting throughout the hotel. chatter fills the otherwise quiet night. if you’re not careful enough, you can sometimes walk in on a session of drunken sex or a drug deal in progress. neon lights dance across the sky, drowning out the stars that are visible near the eerily empty shopping centers and traffic lights. 

arisu freezes when you roll onto your side, moving even close to him in the process. it feels like the entire world shifts when you do. despite all of his effort, you’re impossible to ignore. “arisu,” you whisper. your voice cuts through the darkness, stealing his attention away from the intricate patterns engraved into the ceiling. the man twists just enough to face you, overly conscious of every movement he makes. “are you alright?”

arisu swallows. hard. he sends a silent prayer that the shake in his voice will disappear by the time he quietly murmurs, “i’m fine.”

the butterflies swarming throughout his stomach only seem to increase when you chuckle quietly. you smile softly. sweetly. “you don’t have to be so nervous, you know.” you reach up, gingerly resting a hand against his cheek. arisu’s skin feels hot against your palm as you trace your thumb against his cheekbone. “if you’re not ready to share a bed i can go find somewhere else to sleep. i’m sure kuina wouldn’t mind.”

“no! no- i-” arisu stutters. his face flushes an embarrassingly deep shade of red and his mind races. he desperately tries to remember whatever advice karube had drunkenly told him over rounds of cheap beer and ramen noodles. “please don’t go. i want this.” 

there’s a pause. arisu squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for you to say something. an apology lingers on the tip of his tongue, about to escape from his lips when you murmur- “good,” you smile. “i want this, too.” 

outside of your window, glass shatters. loud cheers fill the night as the party rages on with no regard for the time of night. arisu has never been a fan of parties, preferring to stand in the corner and watch as karube flirted with anyone who seemed interested or slipping outside under the guise of a “smoke break” with chota for some fresh air. 

you don’t seem to mind, however, as you shuffle ever so closer. your hand slips away from his face, leaving goosebumps in its wake. arisu frowns softly at the loss of warmth before you wrap your arm around his waist instead. 

beneath the cheap hotel blankets, you further entangle your body with arisu’s. he can’t seem to pull away. or, maybe he doesn’t want to. he hasn’t quite figured it out yet. 

but when you curl your body further against him, now leaning your head against his shoulder, he lets out a quiet breath. slowly, the tension in his body begins to slip away. his anxiety lessens with each passing moment until his heartbeat has calmed to a slow, rhythmic beating in his chest.

this time when he turns to face you, your eyes are closed. soft breaths occasionally leave your parted lips. tentatively, arisu brushes a shaky hand through your hair. he tucks a few stray strands behind your ear. 

with your features now exposed, he can see the way neon light streaming in despite the closed curtains dances across your cheeks. before arisu knows it, his lips have curled upwards into a soft smile. he lowers his hand until it rests against the curve of your waist, just below your rib cage. 

now finally comfortable, arisu allows himself to relax against the pillows. his own eyes flutter shut as the incessant pounding of the dj’s music begins to lull him to sleep. maybe he could get used to this.

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