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myocsfanfictions · 7 months ago

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Run at least twice as fast - [Alice in Borderland Fanfiction]

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Erica left everything behind to start afresh in Japan, a country she cherished from her childhood memories in Tokyo. Faced with parental pressure to dictate her future once more, she chose to break free. Despite the challenges of adapting to a new country without family support, Erica finds herself thrust into a brutal landscape where survival depends on playing deadly games.

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Chapter 1

“Erica-sensei, can I have a red pencil? There’s none on our table.”

Erica glanced down to find a five-year-old child looking up at her with big, dark eyes and a shy smile. "Of course, Daiki," she said, walking over to the wooden supply cupboard to fetch more colors. Daiki followed her as he always did, and Erica chuckled softly when he timidly bowed his head as she handed him the pencils.

Erica had been working at an elementary school in Ebisu for four months now. As much as she disliked being alone at home, the smiling faces of the children always brought her joy. The job was pleasant, and she had no complaints about the pay. She could afford a small home in Nakano and live a simple life, just as she had always wanted. However, she never expected to find herself completely cut out from her family.

She had arrived in Japan just five months earlier, fleeing a life that felt stiflingly controlling. Japan had always been one of her favorite places in the world. When she was seven years old, she followed her family to Tokyo because her father was the Ambassador of England. She spent five years there, cherishing many beautiful and meaningful memories of Japan. She still vividly remembered how sad she felt when she had to return to her country and how much she missed Japan.

During those years, as her family moved from country to country, Erica never stopped studying Japanese. As a child, she didn't feel the pressure that began to weigh on her as a teenager. Her parents had strict plans for her: achieve perfect grades to apply to the best university for International Law. Their control over her life was tight; she couldn't freely choose her friends, and if her parents disapproved of her friends, she couldn't spend time with them. She had to study relentlessly. But if she didn't like certain people her parents favored, she was expected to befriend them.

Erica had always strived to excel so that her family would be proud of her. However, when she expressed her desire to explore her own path and determine her life's direction, her parents didn't agree. They insisted she follow their plan. She understood they acted out of love, but they never tried to see things from her perspective. Despite this, she persisted, hoping the path would eventually align with her aspirations.

She succeeded in studying at Oxford University, but as she approached graduation, she increasingly felt her life slipping out of her control. Feeling trapped, she made the decision to leave. She hadn’t heard from her parents since.

“Erica,” the voice of her colleague Kyoko made her turn, “Thank you for today.”

The girl shook her head, “Don’t worry.” One of the teachers had a health issue that morning so they had asked Erica if she could cover for her in her fee day. There was not much Erica had to do and it was useful to work a little more.

“You’ve got your nail appointment, today?” Kyoko asked and Erica looked down to her hands.

“Oh yes,” she answered with a smile, “Take everything away from me but not my nails.” That made Kyoko chuckle.

“They are very pretty,” she said, “I should take an appointment.”

“Just tell me and I’ll give you the contact.” Erica exclaimed happily.

“Of course,” Kyoko assured, bowing before saying goodbye. Erica waved as she watched her colleague disappear inside the school. Adjusting her bag on her shoulder for comfort, she then set off toward Shibuya for her appointment.

That was a really hot day. Summer in Japan was merciless, but Erica liked to walk and she would have not let the hot weather win. She began her walk towards Shibuya, passing by sleek cafes where young professionals sipped on matcha lattes and meticulously arranged flower shops displaying exquisite ikebana arrangements. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of cherry blossoms, carried on a gentle breeze that whispered through the urban canyon of glass and steel.

Pedestrians flowed like a river, each person immersed in their own rhythm amidst the symphony of footsteps and distant chatter. Bicycles zipped by silently, their riders effortlessly navigating the labyrinthine streets. Erica noticed the occasional shrine nestled between modern buildings, a serene oasis amidst the urban sprawl, where visitors paused to offer prayers amid the tranquil ambiance.

She was always mesmerized by the beauty of Tokyo, it was a sight that could never bore her.

As she walked, Erica took a look at her cellphone noticing that she had still sometime before her appointment. So she decided to buy something to eat. Maybe an onigiri with tuna and mayonnaise. Her favorite. She could already taste it, and she couldn’t wait to eat.

She stopped at the side of the road, waiting for the traffic light to shine its green light at them. Shibuya was always so busy and full of people that went in many different places: the mall, cafes, work… Erica liked to looked at people wandering where they were headed and what was their lives.

People all live under the same sky, but we know so little of one another. That was what she always found herself thinking.

Then as the green light appeared, Erica heard laughters from behind her, before three boys passed by: one of them was wearing an orange shirt and he was carrying on his shoulders one of his friends, with shaggy black hair and a green shirt. While the third followed them recording what his friends were doing. Erica observed them as they made their way at the center of the road. The sight made her smile, and as they started to spin she found herself laughing. They seemed to having so much fun. She wandered what that meant as she crossed the street leaving the boys behind. She hand never had such friendship. If she thought about it she felt really sad. Her comfortable life had been a lonely one too.

Taking a breath she made her way in a near convenience store. As she leaned forward to chose what onigiri she would have eaten she heard a girl gasping with joy, “Look! Fireworks!” Erica looked at the girl and her friend with their eyes to observe what was happening outside.

Fireworks in the afternoon? Erica frowned returning her attention to the onigiris. Maybe there was some festivity she still didn’t know about, even if fireworks in broad daylight were not an amazing sight.

Then suddenly, the light turned off, but it never turned on again. But what was even more strange was the unusual silence that she heard all around her. Shibuya was never a quiet place. That silence made her shiver. And the chills only grew colder when she noticed that she was alone in the store.

What is happening? She asked herself as she looked around the empty room.

Was she dreaming? Had she fainted in some way?

Taking a deep breath to stay calm, Erica walked towards the exit of the convenience store. Her feet moved slowly and uncertainly, the silence ringing loudly in her ears. It had to be a dream. There was no other explanation.

“Where is everybody?” She asked herself as she stepped outside.

The street was deserted—no people in sight, not a single soul. Abandoned cars scattered along the road stood empty, their doors left open. It was a terrifying sight. Why was everyone gone?

“Hello!” She tried, but the echo of her voice scared her even more. That had to be a nightmare, it was not possible for that to be real. It made no sense. Erica clenched her hands to stop them from shaking. If that was a nightmare soon she would have woken up. And if it wasn’t?

“This is a nightmare,” she assured herself, “Stop freaking out, Erica,” then she frowned at herself. “Perfect,” she exclaimed, “Now I’m talking with myself.”

What could she do? How could she wake up? She tried to pinch herself, but that didn’t woke her up, it only made her yelp.

This is ridiculous! She thought to herself. There must be someone around.

As Erica ventured further into Shibuya, the once bustling streets lay eerily deserted. Neon signs that typically illuminated the area with vibrant colors now flickered dimly, casting long shadows on the pavement. The famous scramble crossing, usually teeming with pedestrians, stood empty and silent, its traffic lights changing from red to green in vain.

She passed by iconic landmarks—a towering department store with its shutters drawn, a row of fashionable boutiques with locked doors, and cafes that once overflowed with chatter now stood eerily quiet. Shop windows displayed mannequins frozen in fashionable poses, their empty gazes mirroring the desolation of the streets.

Occasionally, a gust of wind would rustle through the quietude, carrying with it the distant sound of a door creaking or a loose sign swaying. Erica's footsteps echoed softly as she walked, the only audible sound in the empty cityscape.

With each step, the sense of unease grew. She scanned every corner, hoping to catch a glimpse of movement or hear a familiar sound. The absence of life in Shibuya was unsettling, leaving her with a haunting feeling of solitude in what should have been a bustling urban center.

Erica quickened her pace, determined to find any sign of life or a clue to explain the mysterious disappearance of everyone in Shibuya.

It had been hours when she set on a sideway, trying to keep herself from freaking out. She was not waking up, and it had been hours, actual hours. The sun had set for half an hour now, she hadn’t seen anyone and she had not idea where to go or what to do.

“Am I sleeping or not?” She asked herself with trembling voice. “Am I in coma? Am I dead? What the hell is happening?” That was all so terrifying. She was trapped there and she had no idea what “there” was. She felt her eyes filling with tears; she didn’t like all that unnatural silence, she didn’t like to feel so alone, without a way out.

Suddenly though from the window behind her, the televisions on display suddenly turned on, causing her to turn around. The pale light was the only cause of illumination in that street, making everything the all more creepy. But Erica’s attention was caught with what she read on the screen.

WELCOME, PLAYERS. THE GAME WILL COMMENCE IN A MOMENT.

Erica frowned, “Players? Game?” She read it over and over, but she was not mistaken. Who were the players? What did it mean that a game was about to begin?

“What the hell is going on?” She had lost the count of how many times she had said that to herself that day.

Then the words on the screens changed once again.

THIS WAY TO THE GAME ARENA.

“This is all so fucking creepy,” she muttered looking around. Still no one. So she read the words again. They were pointing in a direction and even if she had no idea what that all was about the words were talking to Players, which meant that other people were around ant that they would be gathering in the same place.

“I don’t like this,” she said to herself knowing that there was not much else she could do. She had to follow that indication, hoping that she would have found someone to have some answers. She finally took a deep breath and she made her way in the dark alley.

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beewolfwrites · 2 years ago

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The Weight of Guilt

Request:

I feel like there’s some serious childhood trauma in Chishiya’s past and would love a story where he gets triggered by something which causes a panic attack and his girlfriend try’s to help but it’s difficult because he doesn’t feel he deserves help or has never had help before??

Chishiya x OC/Fem!Reader (The girlfriend could be either really, she wasn’t given a name)

Here guys, have a one-shot because why not! Bear in mind, when I was writing this, I figured that Chishiya doesn’t seem like the kind of character to have a full-blown chaotic panic attack. He seems more like someone who would be very still and quiet until it goes away.

(Also Beware! This is very loosely proofed. Some of you all know how bad my proofing can be)

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Well, this had never happened before. Nor had he ever expected it to.

A simple medical supply run had taken him straight back to the very hospital he had been itching to escape from prior to the Borderlands. And while his companion had disappeared into the musty wards in search of bandages, antibiotics and morphine, Chishiya took the opportunity to pay a little visit to his old unit.

It was fascinating in a way. The operating theatres were dark inside and hauntingly devoid of life. Recovery was just the same. The beds were all empty, as expected, but the patient charts were still attached to the end of each one. Naturally, he wandered down the corridors into the very ward he had been stationed in that day, right before the world disappeared.

He traced each bed, noting how the bedside tables were covered in small mementos, flowers and gifts from family and friends. All relics of a world long gone.

‘Chishiya?’

His companion’s voice sounded in the distance, but he barely heard it.

He barely heard it because he realised that he was standing before that bed. The sheets were dusty, but a familiar plastic dinosaur was on the bedside table and a vase of carnations had dried to a crisp.

‘Chishiya?’

That voice again. The sound was drowned out by a surging sensation throughout his body, a strange gushing in his chest. His fingers felt almost detached from his hands, like those of a marionette. He clenched and unclenched them, yet he felt nothing.

He felt nothing back then too. When they handed him a manila envelope and rearranged the priority list for heart transplants, Chishiya had felt nothing. Even when they had wheeled the boy’s body to the morgue in the basement, his mother still in the ward, clutching her chest as she howled, he had felt nothing but acceptance.

So why now? That was the question.

And why now, of all times, did his head feel underwater? Why was his throat constricted, as though there was a tight band wrapped around it? Why did his tongue feel larger than usual in his dry mouth, swollen enough to restrict his airways?

And that strange gushing sensation had only grown stronger, fuelling him with the urge to run away. And yet he couldn’t move himself from the bedside.

Why couldn’t he move?

‘Chishiya?’

She was right behind him now, in the doorway of the ward. Her footsteps clacked against the floor, growing uncomfortably loud, and a hand touched his shoulder. He didn’t have the energy to shrug it away.

‘Are you okay?’

Normal. He had to appear normal. ‘I’m fine.’

‘Don’t lie to me,’ she said quickly.

‘And why exactly would I do that?’

‘Don’t try to distract me either.’ She moved around him, checking him over. ‘You don’t seem okay.’

She was trying to read him, something that he disliked intensely. He didn’t want her to see this part of him. He had never told her about the things he did before they came here. If he did, surely she wouldn’t stick around.

But would she still stick around now? After this?

He knew exactly what he was experiencing. The DSM-5 had been sitting on his desk for months after he had completed two modules in advanced neuroscience. He understood the symptoms of an anxiety-provoked fight or flight reaction… on paper at least. But he had never truly understood it until now.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, forcing himself to move away from her. ‘I told you, I’m fine.’

In truth, his head was swimming and he had to lean against the railing of the bed for support. But she didn’t need to know that. Nobody could see this kind of weakness, not even her.

‘Chishiya,’ she stepped towards him again. ‘You… you’re tilting. Just—please just sit down with me, okay? You look like you’re going to faint.’

‘I’m not going to—‘

‘Please.’

He looked at her properly, although it was difficult to focus on the softness of her features, pinched in concern, when everything felt so watery and distant. All he needed was these symptoms to go away. Though he knew he wasn’t in any danger, and this was just his body’s reaction, there was no way he could logic himself out of it. Perhaps distraction was the answer.

‘Fine,’ he said. ‘But we’re just wasting time.’

‘The supplies aren’t going anywhere. They can wait.’

She sat down on the bed — that bed — and patted the space next to him. He looked at it for a long moment, knowing that if he didn’t sit beside her, she would immediately realise why. So, whilst the thought appalled him, he took a seat on the soft mattress.

She sighed, smiling. ‘You should have told me this was your hospital. I had a feeling when we walked in.’

He didn’t reply. All he could do was focus on a spot on the vinyl floor in hopes that it would somehow make these irksome sensations disappear.

‘I’m guessing this is where you did your clinical rotations, right?’ She paid no mind to his lack of response. ‘You know, when I was a kid I ended up in a place just like this. I was pretty sick for a while, and it wasn’t looking too good. There was an intern there. He wasn’t my actual doctor, but he was shadowing.’

‘Oh really…’

It was the only reply Chishiya could muster.

‘Yeah, even though he was an intern he must have been a mature student because he had a pretty impressive moustache. He used to style it in all these weird ways, just to make the kids laugh.’

She chuckled a little, lost in her own memory. ‘I thought it was funny at the time.’

‘You would,’ Chishiya muttered.

‘Hey!’ She lightly pushed her shoulder into his, careful not to actually shove him.

Despite the fact that he was only half listening, her story was giving him something to focus on. His tongue still felt swollen, and the band around his throat was as tight as ever. But that strange gushing sensation had quietened, and somehow just anchoring himself on the bed helped ease his lightheadedness.

‘Looking back now,’ she continued, ‘he’s probably an amazing paediatrician. I didn’t realise it at the time, but there were some kids there who were dying. He did what he could for them, even if it wasn’t much.’

Was she trying to make him feel better or worse? It wasn’t clear. He would much rather face the humiliation of dying in an Ace of Diamonds game before growing out his facial hair and styling it like a clown just to please some children. Was that why he felt this way? Because deep down, although he was just a medical student, and although death came with the job, Chishiya knew that some deaths were preventable.

And yet, he had stood there, watching passively as they wheeled the boy’s body away.

‘Look,’ she said. ‘I don’t know what’s going on, or what caused this — and you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to — but if you ever do want to, I’m here.’

Chishiya swallowed, unable to meet her gaze.

‘I get that you like to keep your old life pretty private, and that’s fine. But I just need you to know that no matter what happened in the past, I’ll listen. I’m always here to listen.’

He couldn’t speak, simply because he didn’t know what to say. And if she knew what he had done…

It wasn’t the time for a conversation like that.

Maybe one day he would take her up on the offer. But right now, her words alone were enough to quench the dryness of his mouth and the tightness of his throat. A weight lifted from deep within his chest, and the world that had seemed so blurry only minutes before was now just within reach.

#alice in borderland #aib #Imawa no Kuni no Arisu #chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #Chishiya x reader #chishiya x oc

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tawus · 2 years ago

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Dimming Hearth | Chishiya x Reader - COMPLETE!

Summary: Chishiya was your lover, your partner, your pillar and support through the thick and thin of Borderland's horrific events. You and him came to share a bond like no other — only for it to vanish in an instant when the world returned to normal and everyone, including Chishiya, lost their memories.

Everyone, except you.

In the normal world you meet Chishiya again, but he doesn't remember you and he doesn't belong to you. You and him are strangers. An actress and a doctor. Two passersby. A pair of puppets to a cruel fate.

But you have a choice: are you going to remain a puppet?

Fandom: Alice in Borderland (spoilers for season 2!)

Tags: angst, tragedy, plot, canon compliant, pining, unrequited love, romance, pregnancy, miscarriage (sort of), abortion (sort of), blood and injury, mental breakdown, PTSD, emotional hurt/comfort, infidelity, psychological trauma, memory loss

Word Count: 20.5k (in 7 chapters)

Update Schedule: Thursdays

Commissioned by @vesta-ro, thank you for having unconditional faith in me ❤️

Looking in Chishiya's eyes now, those memories flashed in terrifying reel in your retinas. Those episodes of you and him partaking in life-or-death Games, together and apart. Those dawns of you two meeting at your pre-agreed locations around the empty city with wounds, frazzled sanities, and shaken minds. Those sunrises with him resting his chin atop your crown and pulling you in for a hug that fixed everything. Those feelings of despair that dissipated the moment his lips touched yours and his fingers drifted through your hair. And those minutes of feeling brutally alive when his naked heart beat on top and his body-heat joined yours.

That world was over now. Disappeared. Ended. But in the end we keep going back to the beginning – and the beginning for you was the very first time that he stepped over the carcass of his selfishness to come to your aid.

Read it here:

• Chapter 1: The Intersection

• Chapter 2: The Theatre

• Chapter 3: 7-Eleven

• Chapter 4: The Hospital

• Chapter 5: Hell

• Chapter 6: The Ocean

• Chapter 7: The Theatre: Coda

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coffeebookslovegt · 9 months ago

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No importa a cuántas personas haya matado, no es tan inteligente como yo.

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quakenshake · 2 years ago

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Prompt: Hold Me Tender

In which a sleepy Chishiya somehow finds his way to your room at the Beach after a particularly rough game…

It was unusual to find any quiet at the Beach. To do so, one must sacrifice something very important…sleep. Though you couldn’t quite count it as a sacrifice in your case, as it was entirely nonconsensual. Who knew that in a world plagued with death and betrayal, your biggest foe to date would be insomnia? It could almost be considered amusing, were it not for the fatigue that stung at your eyes and made your stomach feel uneasy. You didn’t have to look at the clock to tell that it was well past midnight, and you knew that with your visa expiring tomorrow, it was crucial to succumb to unconsciousness. If only your stupid brain would cooperate.

It wouldn’t take a genius to determine the cause for your unrest- your anxiety always seemed to spike to new highs when he left you to play a game. At first, you could find the odd excuse for your increased dread and lack of sleep; you’d eaten too much that night, or you’d gotten too much sleep the night before. Once, you managed to convince yourself that your heightened anxiety was caused by ghosts, malevalent entities wandering unseen throughout the hotel. What a night that’d been. But tonight, you could only sigh with the eventual acceptance that you were worried about him.

So far, you’d done a fairly good job at hiding your budding feelings for your mysterious…friend? Acquaintence? You still weren’t quite sure what to label it, especially now that your feelings were evolving again. But your discretion would only get you so far in this place, and you knew in your heart that the first person to figure them out would be the last one you wanted to know. He was clever that way, and just cruel enough to act on it.

“Why did it have to be you?” you found yourself murmuring aloud, the raspiness in your voice reflecting the weariness in your heart. Of the dozens of people residing at the Beach, you’d somehow managed to fall face-first into feelings for the one who was as likely to kill you as he was to even glance in your direction. It was a truth that you tried desperately to shove into the pits of your stomach, but it somehow burned its way out each time you allowed yourself to imagine, even for a second, that your feelings might be returned. He was colder than most people realized, and capable of betrayals that you’d rather not think about. You weren’t entirely convinced that he had emotions at all, so hoping for love felt as unobtainable as hoping to wake up tomorrow back in the real world.

Sighing once more, you shifted your position in bed for what must have been the millionth time that night. The air was hot and thick with humidity, but you found comfort in pulling the sheets up to cradle your face anyways. Besides, you’d long ago accepted that your insomnia had won its battle. What was a little more discomfort if it meant another distraction from him? At that thought, an abrupt but dull noise made you jerk your head in surprise. Turning your head to the door, you realized that it was a soft but persistent knocking.

You frowned at the realization, digging your hand under your pillow to pull out the letter-opener which you’d stashed weeks ago in precaution. Chishiya was not the only danger residing in these hallways. Slipping the blade into the pocket of some pajama shorts you’d smuggled, you took cautious steps toward the door. The knocking had since ceased, but the shadows peering from the crack at the bottom of the door were evidence of the person’s lingering presence. Hand still wrapped tightly around your weapon, you tentatively turned the doorknob and pulled it open just enough to peek through the opening.

In a kinder world, his presence may have been a sense of relief. But seeing Chishiya on the other side of the door, dark and tired eyes baring deeply into your own, you found your grip on the letter-opener tightening. You wished you could ignore the pull in your heart- the faint but throbbing glee at seeing him there, alive, before you. But feelings aside, you were still able to recognize him as the threat that he was. It was a moment before you found your words, instead watching him blankly for a few seconds more.

“Chishiya,” you whispered finally. Your eyebrows had furrowed, partly in confusion and partly in worry. “What are you doing here?”

He paused for a moment, and you could have sworn that you saw his eyes widen briefly. If they did, it was only for a split second. Instead, he gave you a slight tilt of his head in a strange greeting before lightly clearing his throat.

“Could I come in?” he asked.

It didn’t escape you that he had evaded your question, but this was something that you found to be typical for the man. He wasn’t one to give away secrets easily, and for some strange reason, everything was a secret to him. You worried your lower lip between your teeth, considering his request. Sure, he had been in your room before, mostly to discuss strategies and tinker with the odd invention. But never before had he arrived so late, and never in such an odd state.

Deciding eventually that it would be weird for him to kill you after being out so late in a game, you gave a small nod and opened the door wider. It didn’t seem lost on him that you’d been hesitant to accept his presence, and you knew from the slight uptick of his lips that this thought amused him. He had learned very quickly in your relationship that you didn’t fully trust him, and at times it seemed he admired you for it. And as you eyed the hands that he had stuffed, as usual, within his pockets, he pulled them out and waved them, empty, in the air. You relaxed slightly at the gesture, surprised he would even care to offer you that white flag.

“You?” he asked, eyeing your own pocket-stuffed hands. You cleared your throat awkwardly as you pulled them out, revealing the letter-opener for him to eye with an arched eyebrow. You gave him a glance as though to apologize, but he simply offered you a genuinely amused grin. “Smart,” he muttered, and it made your heart buzz.

“Care to explain why you woke me up?” you said, forcing an accusatory tone to your voice. It rolled off of him like butter, and he blinked at you stupidly.

“You weren’t asleep,” he said simply. This time, it was your turn to arch a brow.

“Your eyes are too bright, and your voice too stable,” he offered. “I’ve seen you after you’ve just woken up, and this isn’t one of those times.”

Choosing not to entertain his usual cockiness, you decided instead to slump onto your bed, rubbing a shoulder and rolling your neck to relieve some tension.

“Okay, fine,” you said, giving him a glare to show your disapproval. Asleep or not, you were in no mood to be condescended. “Care to explain why you’ve bothered me while I’m trying to sleep?”

To your surprise, Chishiya once again hesitated before speaking. It was unlike him. Sure, he was a man of few words who liked to cherry-pick what he’d say before opening his mouth, but it was never due to hesitancy. If anything, his pauses were always timed to perfection to emphasize a point or increase tension. Now, it seemed…nervous. In fact, Chishiya overall seemed different from his usual self. Before, you had chocked his appearance up to his own fatigue. He must have just come back from his game, and you were sure that it had to have been a rough one given his late return. But now, you began to wonder if the crinkles beneath his eyes- the slight give in his stance- were due to something other than being tired. If you didn’t know better, you’d almost say that there was a pained look lying in the cracks of his cool expression.

Eventually the silence grew to an unbearable point of awkwardness, and you shifted slightly in your spot, increasing the amount of room beside you on the bed. Chishiya only stared at your movements as though unsure of what they meant. Giving a faint roll of your eyes, you patted next to you with one hand.

“Sit next to me?” you asked. It was a bold move, sure. And in a better-rested state, you’re sure it was one you’d have never made. But your mind was bogged with exhaustion, and your heart was too tired to put up a fight. So instead you waited patiently as the gears turned in his head to catch up with what you were asking of him. The moment realization hit him was painfully amusing and you cherished the look of surprise that overcame his features. To see him so defenseless…unmasked…it was a treat that made you almost thankful for your insomnia.

Wordlessly, Chishiya took careful steps before positioning himself beside you. His eyes were trained forward and away from your own in a deep focus, and for some reason it brought back the memory of when you’d found a snake in your garden as a child. ‘It’s more afraid of you than you are of it, you know!’ It had been difficult to believe your parents’ words then, but it resonated so clearly with you now.

“As much as I enjoy the silence, you know that you’ll have to tell me eventually, right?” you finally stated, words surprisingly gentle. You watched his eyes lower to the floor as he swallowed thickly. You wanted so dearly to be patient with him; it was in your nature to tend to wounded animals, and it was clear to you now that that was what he had come to you as. But this was different- he was unknown territory, even for you, and you were worried that if you didn’t seize this moment to explore this side of him, it would soon be gone forever. You were debating repeating your words or maybe even giving up altogether when he muttered something under his breath.

“What?” you asked him. His eyes were still glued to their place on your floor, body tense as though he were holding his breath.

“Can you…hold me?” he repeated louder this time.

You blinked at him once, twice, three times. Surely you’d misheard? Your breath was hitched in your throat, all thoughts suddenly abandoning your mind. Could this be a trick? Could he have really come to kill you, and this was just a strange way to make yourself vulnerable to him? Your heart raced as the possibilities flitted through your mind at lightning speeds, each one darker and more frightening. The whole thing was dizzying, and you wondered for a moment if you would ever recover. But, evil as he is, he decided to surprise you one last time that night.

“Please?” he asked. His eyes had swooped over to your own now, and the pleading look in them was enough to dispel each of your previous theories, one by one. Right now, it didn’t matter to you if it was a trick. Before you could even move to wrap your arms around him, your heart had decided it for you- right then, right there, your only goal was to cling to this moment. To cling to him- or at least this version of him that had somehow wound up at your door that night.

You found his body to still be stiff as you encompassed him with your own, but it began to relax with each passing breath. You hadn’t realized quite how tightly wound he’d been; from an outsider’s perspective, there had still been an ounce of composure to him. But now, you could feel how frail it all was. Not just him, but the him he wanted you and the rest of the world to see. With him in your arms, you realized now that it was all hanging by a thin string, dangling in the grasps of the Borderlands. With this realization, you held him a little tighter, nuzzling your face against his shoulder.

Your movements were deliberately slow, as you wanted to be sure he was comfortable. As new as you were to all of this, you knew that he had to have been even less experienced, and you didn’t want to overwhelm him. But as the moments passed on, you were both able to relax enough to lie down and fully embrace one another. Your cheeks warmed when he eventually chose to pull you even more tightly to him, seeming to finally accept your presence in full. You returned the gesture by drawing small circles into his back with your palm, earning you the softest of sighs into your ear.

No more words were spoken that night, which was fine by you. Any desire you’d had for an explanation before was now long gone, replaced by the sole intention to comfort him. You didn’t know what internal wounds he possessed, but you wanted to tend to as many as you could, and you knew that whatever this was would likely disappear with the morning light. Instead, you continued to hold him through the night, feeling his breathing deepen once he finally slipped into dreams. And for the first time in your life, you said a silent ‘thank you’ to the insomnia which had plagued you earlier before drifting into your own slumber.

I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did! I took a long break from writing due to strep throat, but I think this is a nice way to ease myself back in. I'd really love to keep working with Chishiya's character, so if anyone has any ideas for future prompts, let me know! <3

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klaustozier · 2 years ago

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professor's pet ; chishiya

SUMMARY: chishiya is a master's student and is teaching at a college, everything seemed fine, until one of his students made a very pertinent comment on one of her papers. (or you ask chishiya to fuck you with your assignment)

warnings: chishiya x fem!reader, sex in the classroom, daddy kink, chishiya wears glasses *-*, chishiya is 27 years old, begging, face and ass slapping, degradation kink, dirty talk, choking, oral (on both), big cock!chishiya (surprise surprise), pet names

word count: 2,4k

and another thing: so in brazil, we have a lot of college parties and sometimes some professors that are younger tend to go, idk if this happens everywhere else, but in here it can happen, it's not that common, but it can happen.

english is not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistakes.

enjoy!

"Professor, aren't you going to the party on Friday?", you asked approaching the blonde man.

Chishiya was a master's student and was teaching classes to complete his workload. He had no problems with any class, but there was always some friendly conversation, because he was close in age to his students, especially to you, who was only two years younger than he. And Chishiya felt that you weren't just treating him as a friend, let alone asking that while the two of you were alone.

"You can call me Chishiya, miss", said the blonde smiling, "But I don't think I will."

"Why not?", you laughed, fiddling with the collar of the white dress shirt he was wearing, finding an excuse to touch him, even though he had checked if his collar was in place a few seconds ago.

"I have some tests and papers to grade", he explained with a sigh, "And I have my thesis to write."

"Ah, but just one day, Chishiya", you smiled, leaning over your high table, your breasts squeezing between the arms crossed on the table, you weren't wearing a low-cut shirt, but he could still see the bra lace marking on the black top, "Karube always shows up at parties."

"Because he doesn't give a fuck", he grumbled making you laugh, "And he doesn't need the scholarship so he doesn't mind that much."

You nodded, "Got it, got it."

"But why do you want me to go to a university party so badly?"

"Why can't I want to see my favorite professor at a party?", you pouted, blinking your pretty little eyes.

Chishiya smiled, looking very snarky, "Maybe one day I will show up, but it will be a surprise."

You smiled radiantly, "Deal", and took a deep breath, your breasts squeezing against the thin and tight blouse, "Just try to go to a party I go to, because otherwise the surprise won't work."

"Of course", agreed the eldest.

They said goodbye and you left, leaving Chishiya alone in the class, worried about his desire to respond to your advances, to talk to you the way he wanted and be malicious, but he had to control himself, he was still your professor.

However, things got more complicated when he went to grade one of your papers and noticed a very interesting sentence in the middle of your answers.

"You can stay after class, I need to talk to you about your work", whispered the oldest to you while the students were trying to solve one of the questions he had given them.

You looked at him smiling innocently, he just wanted to send everyone away and put you on your knees right there, but he needed to know if it was some very explicit joke or if you were taking the teasing to another level.

"What's wrong with my work, Chishiya?", you asked after everyone left, watching the blonde go to the door and close it.

"So…", he went to his desk, "come here", he asked calling you with his hand, adjusting his glasses and running his hand through his soft hair waiting for you to approach, getting your work from his bag, "Your work was perfect, until I got to this part here…", he sighed, "'Are you going to fuck me soon or do I have to beg on my knees?'. What does that mean?"

"That I got tired of being discreet", you grinned seeing him clench his jaw.

"Yeah?"

You nodded, leaning your elbows back on the table, resting your arms on the white wood and placing your breasts over them like you did last time, "Yeah… and what are you going to do about it?"

"Me?", he laughed wryly, "I won't do anything… you will", your eyebrows rose, "Now", Chishiya touched your delicate face and squeezed your chin, "kneel and beg."

"What?", you asked, surprised by the attitude.

"You heard", the blonde smiled leaning towards you, his face getting so dangerously close to yours, making you part your lips thinking you would be kissed, earning only a malicious laugh, "Kneel and beg."

Immediately you knelt down in front of the man, your hands going up his thighs, pulling him close, Chishiya looked at you with dark eyes, making you want to moan, "Please, Chishiya… please, I just want to be your little toy, I swear I will be good for you..."

The blonde smirked as he adjusted his glasses, his hand grabbing your chin again, "You will be good for me?", he repeated, making you nod, "I didn't see a good girl while you were running your hand over me or showing me your tits ", he said quietly, "You deserve to get punished for being such a fucking liar."

"I do, daddy."

He laughed evilly, "Daddy?", his big fingers slid across your face, he stopped his movements when you offered your face to him, "Slut", he laughed, slapping you in the face, making you gasp, "And what do you want daddy to do with a slut like you?"

"You can do whatever you want to me, daddy", he assured you, taking his hand to your face and sucked on his thumb.

Chishiya sighed, "Is your mouth as good to fuck as it looks?"

"You can fuck it if you want", you said, letting go of his thumb.

"Hm", he slapped you in the face again, "repeat that."

"You can fuck it if you want, daddy."

"Good girl", he smiled.

Chishiya's hand grabbed your neck, gently squeezing, pulling you up, his tongue licking your bottom lip, laughing softly as you thrust your tongue out of your mouth, seeking to rub your tongue on his, and he did what you wanted, licking your tongue calmly before finally kissing you.

One of your hands held his wrist as he choked you, his hand squeezing the sides of your neck, knocking all the air out of you with the reckless kiss. His tongue glided across yours without any restrain, being rough, making you whine softly.

"Did you want me to go to a party so you could humiliate yourself like that for me, baby girl?", asked the oldest.

"If you wanted, I would, daddy", you confessed.

"What a fucking slut", and he went back to kissing you.

You purred softly, your legs pressing together trying to relieve some of the throbbing in your pussy, not having much success. Your hands went to his thighs, moving up to his erection, squeezing it, whimpering softly at the feel of the bulge in your hand.

"You will destroy me", you whispered, separating your lips from his.

He chuckled, taking off his glasses and placing them on the table, "I will", he reached up and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out of his briefs, his hand cupping the thick length and moving up and down, "Do you want to be destroyed, princess?"

"I do, daddy", you whispered, getting on your knees.

The blonde smirked and pulled your face close to his cock at the back of your neck, smiling when you stuck out your tongue, tapping his hard cock on your wet tongue, "You're so beautiful, baby girl."

You smiled, replaced his hand with yours and dipped his cock in your mouth, sighing softly as you felt the weight of the hard cock on your tongue, your head going back and forth, slowly at first to get used to it, but then it quickened the pace, your hand masturbating the length along with your mouth while your other hand massaged his balls.

Chishiya watched you intently, panting and moaning softly, sometimes when you licked the tip of his cock, his head would fall back. His strong fingers sliding through your hair as you enjoyed drooling on his cock and massaging his balls.

"Fuck", he whispered as he watched you lift your shirt and pull your breasts out of your bra, squeezing your nipples with one hand, "Who said you could touch yourself?"

You raised your teary eyes to him and took a deep breath taking his cock out of your mouth, "I'm sorry, daddy, I can't take it anymore… it hurts so much…"

"Oh… poor thing", he pouted, being ironic, "Stand up", he ordered being promptly obeyed.

His hands gripped your waist, pushed you against the wall behind them and kissed you as his fingers pinched your nipples, eliciting soft little whimpers from you, your hands gripping his arms and squeezing.

"Open your pants for me", he ordered.

You promptly obeyed, taking off your sneakers in a hurry and opening your jeans that were pushed to the floor by Chishiya, who kept licking and sucking your nipples.

Chishiya's hand went down your waist until it reached your panties, pulling it away from you, seeing how wet you were, "Oh…", and smiled, letting go of your breasts, "so wet."

His long fingers slipped into your panties, sliding easily with your pleasure, grinning as he took them out of the cloth and lifted them, making you stick out her tongue, wanting to lick them.

Chishiya smiled and brought his fingers to your lips, licking them next to you, tangling his tongue with yours before kissing you. The kiss was faster than you would have liked, but soon the blonde was kneeling on the floor, lowering your panties until they were off your feet, only to put it in his back pocket.

You whined in agony, your fingers threading through the soft blonde hair as his mouth began to devour your pussy. One of your legs was placed over his shoulder giving him room to lick you more comfortably. His tongue circled your clit before flattening it into your pussy while sucking your clit.

"Daddy", you moaned, your head hitting the wall as he slowly thrust two fingers inside you.

"Such a good pussy", he whispered, going back to licking you his fingers fucked you so roughly.

While you moaned in despair, thinking you were going to fall, your legs shaking, the blonde smeared himself with your pleasure, his fingers going in and out of your tight pussy, licking every last centimeter he could. His dark eyes looked at you, watching you shiver and whimper.

You panted heavily, your body spasming slightly, one of your hands gripping his hair and the other squeezing his hand that held your thigh and you finally came in his mouth. Chishiya flattened his tongue across your pussy, taking long licks, lapping all the pleasure out of you, breathing calm as his mouth grew even more hungry.

"Daddy", you whimpered, "fuck me please…"

Chishiya pulled his face away from your pussy, the pleasure of you wetting his sweet face, little filets connecting his lips to you, "What do you want, baby girl?", he asked.

"I want you to fuck me…"

"How?"

"As a fucking slut deserves."

He smiled and stood up, "You are so cute", he complimented, grabbing you by the waist and pushing you towards his desk, leaving your back to him. Without warning, he slapped you on the ass, making you moan and budge at him, "So fucking hot."

"Daddy…"

The blonde pulled your hips so you stuck your ass out for him, sighing, he delivered another slap, his body leaning over yours, his hand grabbing your ass, "Has anyone ever fucked that ass, baby girl? "

"No, daddy", you whispered, your legs shaking as you felt the tip of his cock gently forcing its way in.

"Oh", he chuckled, his mouth got close to your ear, making you shiver, "I can't wait to stretch that little ass open."

"Please, daddy", you purred, whining as his cock continued to enter you, inch by inch, "make me all yours."

"I will, my little princess."

Chishiya moaned when he was all the way inside you, his body starting to move slowly, letting you get used to his size. Just as you were whimpering louder, begging to be fucked, he quickened his movements, holding you around the waist to help his movements, his balls slamming hard into your pussy.

"Fucking tight pussy", he said as he slapped your ass again, it was already getting so beautifully red.

The blonde grabbed you by the neck and pulled you back against his body, pulling your face to his, kissing you desperately, his hips thrusting without any mercy. You two moaned softly, trying to control yourselves, trying not to attract attention as the table swayed with their movements.

One of Chishiya's hands went to the front of your body, his fingers sliding over your clit, making you moan louder and cling to him tighter, squeezing his arm as his fingers quickly jerked you off.

You whimpered, your insides squeezing him, making him moan low, "Cum inside me, daddy, please", you whispered, feeling the orgasm consume you, "Please…"

Chishiya smiled, a motherfucker smile, "So the little slut likes to get full of cum?"

"A lot, daddy", you purred, still being fucked without any mercy.

"Good to know."

The blonde continued his precise movements, using you as a toy to get his own pleasure, thrusting while holding your hips making movements contrary to yours. A low, dark moan left his lips as he felt his orgasm approaching, you moaned feeling the hot cum spilling inside you.

The elder's movements were slowing down as he panted heavily, his hands slid through your hair and pulled you to kiss him while he straightened your shirt and your pants.

Upon breaking the kiss and finally being able to put on his own pants, you sighed, sitting on Chishiya's chair to put on your sneakers, "I think I need help with some exercises, sir Shuntaro."

"Do you want to stay after class for some lessons, baby girl?", he asked, chuckling when you nodded innocently, "I think one of those classes will have to be at my house."

"Wherever you want to fuck me-", you laughed feigning shyness and ran a hand through your hair, "I mean, wherever you want to teach me."

"You don't exist", he chuckled, giving you one last peck before you finally walked away.

A few hours later, he was alone in on his office when he got a video from you, a video where you were sitting in your car seat, showing your pussy, fucking it with your fingers, cum oozing over your skin, saying that you already missed him. He sighed, it would be a long semester ahead of him.

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strawberrycandy014 · 6 months ago

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//AIB, OC X CANON

These drawings are pretty old so sorry if they look bad (I love Album smmm)

#object show community #object shows #osc #art #digital artist #animated inanimate battle #aib album #animated inanimate battle album #object oc #oc x canon #self ship

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daidonzo · 2 years ago

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I guess any thrill will do

You felt like a fish out of the water since you arrived at The Beach.

Granted, it was much better than being on your own playing those deathly games every four to five days, struggling to find food and warmth and not sleeping more than one hour at a time because you had to keep one eye open, never feeling completely safe.

Here, at least there was electricity. Potable water, enough food for everybody.

And people. And parties. And alcohol, and drugs.

The place, however, felt artificial, staged. For some reason, if you allowed yourself to have fun, you thought it would feel as if you were lying. Denying the reality you were in.

That was the reason why you had yet to socialize with anyone, sitting sideways awkwardly in a stool in the bar area by the pool in a very tiny bikini and a knitted see-through dress that left nothing to the imagination. You had finished the fancy cocktail you were served some ago, now playing with the straw, biting its end while you observed those around you.

You were thinking what the best way to approach a group of people would be when a girl, in a blue bikini and dreadlocks appeared next to you, ordering a drink for herself. She sat down, her knees bumping into yours as she did.

‘Oh, sorry! Mind if I sit here?’

‘Not at all.’ You tried to smile at her, but it was all teeth. How long had it been?

‘New to The Beach?’

‘Yep. I just arrived a few days ago. Is it written all over my face?’

‘A little.’ She giggled, grabbing her drink and taking a little sip. ‘Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. Lucky for you I’m here now.’ She extended her hand. ‘My name’s Kuina.’

You told her yours, shaking it firmly. You had a lopsided grin, and this time it was for real. Eyes included.

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The next day you woke up late in the afternoon, extremely tired, but you felt better than ever since arriving at this wasteland. You had made a friend, Kuina.

You had always been a people’s person and a party goer, and yesterday had found out that maybe temporarily pretending you were in an extravagant club in Tokyo where the dress code was beachwear was not that bad. Especially if you had no more days in your visa and you needed to play a game today.

You brushed your hair and teeth, put on a different bikini and the same dress and went to the lobby of the resort, where your new-friend said she could most likely be found. And there she was, in all her shining glory, accompanied by a blonde man in a white hoodie.

She seemed as pleased to see you as you were to see her. Your savior.

You were finally starting to feel like yourself again.

She introduced you to the man, whose name was Chishiya. He was… nowhere near as nice as Kuina, had an air of superiority about him that in any other situation would have made you raise an eyebrow, but now you didn’t particularly mind.

You talked for a bit, about the events of last night, Chishiya only intervening to make sarcastic remarks here and there.

Then, Kuina switched to explaining how The Beach worked.

‘There’s the Hatter, he is the leader.’ You nodded, giving her your full attention. You had met the Hatter when you had been accepted – he had only asked for whatever cards you had up until that point. He had mentioned there were three rules: always wearing a bathing suit, living your life exactly as you wished (you hadn’t been complying with that one up until yesterday night but you hoped things would change) and death to the traitors, meaning you had to give all of your cards to the resident with the highest number. In this case, the Hatter. ‘But there’s a lot of tension with another group, the militants, the ones with the weapons. The three main members are a scary-looking man who was actually part of the army in the real world, another with shoulder-length dark hair and piercings and a creep with a katana and tattoos. Have you seen them yet?’

You thought for a second, then shook your head.

‘No. I think I would know it if I had encountered them. Specially the creep wielding the sword.’

‘Yeah, I agree. Lucky you, then! Best to try and avoid them, if you want to live peacefully.’

You made a mental note. You didn’t want any trouble, not when things were starting to finally look up.

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It was time for the game.

You were waiting by the car with some others players – two young girls and a man about your age, wearing a cap. All of you were nervous, some more than others. You shifted your weight from one leg to the other, that being the only thing to actually betray how you were feeling, because you were smiling, trying to ease things up a bit for your teammates.

‘So…’ You clapped, attracting their attention. ‘We are going to play today, on the same team! What are your names?’

They introduced themselves and you were about to do the same thing when one of the best-looking guys you had ever seen approached the car. He was tall, very muscular, wearing a set of camo trousers and a black sleeveless shirt. He had a military haircut and a scar over his eye, which in your opinion just made him even more attractive.

You blinked a few times, trying to focus, and then turned to the newcomer. You were so invested in ogling at him that you didn’t notice the others looking frightened all of a sudden, the girls even taking a step back to try and make themselves seem smaller so as not to draw any attention.

‘Hi!’ You flashed him a half smile. He looked serious, but almost all guys that looked like him did and then they were all big sweethearts. You knew the type. It was your type after all. ‘We are telling each other our names to ease the tension and get to know each other a bit before the game.’ You mentioned yours, realizing just then you hadn’t said it, quickly adding some nicknames they could call you by since you didn’t really like your own name very much. ‘What’s yours?’ You finally asked.

He just stared at you, not saying anything nor showing any emotion. Without responding, he moved towards the driver’s seat, opening the door and nodding towards the vehicle so that the rest of you would do the same.

Turns out you were wrong about there being a little teddy bear below that façade.

‘Well, fuck you then.’ You raised an eyebrow, focusing your eyes directly on his.

He looked… surprised? You didn’t give him time to answer, because you opened the door of the back seat and smiled at the others, who were looking at you as if you were some sort of religious apparition, with a kind of newfound reverence. ‘Come on guys, get in! We are going to do great.’ You sat on the front seat, turning so that you could keep speaking with the others.

You were good at calming people down. You were good with kids, and animals, and the principles applied to them could be easily applied to adults too.

But the hot (and rude) man was running all your efforts. You finally had realized how his presence affected the others, but you couldn’t really understand why, and you were stubborn enough to keep trying.

You saw that he was looking at you from the corner of his eyes a couple of times while he drove the five of you to the game arena, but you had decided you wouldn’t even give him the time of the day, no matter how handsome you found him.

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Kuina was waiting for you when you arrived.

‘I am so happy that you are fine!’ She threw her arms around you, in a massive bear hug that almost made you trip and fall to the ground. You hugged her back, smiling.

‘Yes! It went well, it was an easy game. No deaths, and five more days to live. So, not bad. Only…’

‘What?’

‘There was this man who was just really… rude. He had a gun with him, I realized later on, so he must be part of that militant group you talked about. Anyway, he didn’t speak, he just looked at me weirdly after I told him to fuck himself. Probably shouldn’t have but I was trying to calm the others down and he just wasn’t helping.’

‘No, not really. But if he was just a low-ranking member it’s pretty much whatever… Who was he, do you know?’

You looked around you, trying to find the man who had played the game with you. It was not hard, he towered over the others, and he was… again, extremely good-looking.

‘That one.’ You pointed with an index finger.

Kuina’s face went pale, as if she had seen a ghost. She looked at the man, then at you. Then at the man again. She opened her mouth, and closed it, and opened it.

‘That’s Aguni.’

‘Well, glad to know his name now, since he refused to tell me when I asked…’

‘No, no. He’s Aguni. The leader of the militants.’

‘You’re kidding.’

‘Nuh-uh.’

‘You told me he was a scary-looking man!’

‘And he isn’t?’

‘Honestly? I found him quite hot.’

Kuina exploded with laughter, bent over, a hand on your shoulder to stabilize herself. Her outburst attracted the attention of Aguni, who looked over at the two of you, and found you staring back.

‘Now he clearly knows we have been talking about him, look what you have done!’ You scolded the woman, but a smile danced on your lips. The situation, you had to admit, was quite funny.

‘Let’s get out of here before he decides to shoot us.’ The woman with dreadlocks said, wiping a tear from her eye, grabbing your hand and taking you both somewhere else.

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You were sitting by the pool with Kuina and with the new friend you had made in the game, Tatta, who was telling her the story of what you had said to Aguni for the third time that night. The three of you had had a couple of drinks to simply celebrate you were alive, and Tatta and you had even taken two or three shots, to celebrate having escaped death.

‘Stop, it’s not funny. I wanted to try and get to know him because he is my type and we could have died at any moment, so why not act accordingly?’ You had given the same explanation about twelve times, using different words. The other two still found it funny.

‘Look, there comes your boyfriend.’ Kuina pointed out, looking behind you, suffocating a laugh. Aguni was there, followed by the two guys she had described – the one with the piercings and the spine-chilling one with the tattoos.

You had promised to yourself you would never ever tried to speak to him again, because he was very impolite and he had annoyed you. But the you who had said that had been sober and clear-minded and before you even realized, you were standing up and walking towards him, ignoring Kuina’s and Tatta’s warning and futile attempts to keep you seated and away from danger.

‘I know your name already.’ You said to Aguni once you were in front of him, his eyes opening up in surprise, if only just for a second. ‘A little bird told me.’

The man with the piercings, who now you could see had a big, scary gun resting on his shoulder, opened his mouth to say something, but Aguni lifted a hand, ordering him to remain silent.

‘So?’ He was, again, as expressionless as ever.

‘Nothing. I just wanted to let you know.’ Suddenly coming up to talk to him was not such a good idea. ‘And, just so you know, the only reason why I wanted to speak to you is because I think you are hot as fuck.’ You said, chin held up high, with as much dignity as possible, before turning back.

You felt his hand grabbing your wrist before you could start walking.

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit.

‘What’s your name?’

‘I said my name before we left for the game. If you didn’t catch it, not my fault. Good night, Aguni.’

You kept your voice as stable as possible, but there was a slight tremor in it by the time you pronounced his name. You shook his hand off and went back to your friends. You wished you had a way to take a picture of them – their faces were worthy of framing.

───⋆☆───────────── You opened the door to your room the next morning to find the leader of the militants starring at you.

‘Oh God!’ You screamed, jumping on place, clearly startled. ‘You could have knocked! How long have you been standing there?’

‘Not long. I didn’t know if you were sleeping.’

Thank you, still weird, you thought to yourself. ‘And what the hell are you doing here?’

‘The little bird, your friend with dreadlocks told me your name.’

‘So?’

Oh, how the tables had turned. You would have to apologize to Kuina later on. She probably was scared to death now.

‘It is… refreshing to find someone who is not scared of me.’

You were a little bit after the events of last night, but you were not going to tell him.

You frowned. So that was it? You crossed your arms over your chest, examining the guy while leaning on your doorframe.

‘The other one, the one with the big sword. He is much scarier.’

‘You mean Last Boss?’ Aguni had the littlest smile on his face. It suited him. You couldn’t help but grin back.

‘Oh, you have to be kidding me, that’s not how you call him.’

‘It is.’ His smile grew wider.

‘Well, you see? Point made.’

You stood there, in surprisingly comfortable silence, just looking at each other for a minute or so.

‘Do you want to come in or are you comfortable in the corridor?’ You finally asked, earning another one of those smiles.

You hoped it wouldn’t be the last.

#this is not really reader x aguni but oc x aguni #because it is ANDRÓMEDA X AGUNI #but it's fine #aguni #aguni morizono #aguni fic #aguni morizono fic #aguni fanfic #aguni morizono fanfic #aguni x oc #aguni x reader #aguni morizono x reader #aguni alice in borderland #aguni imagine #aib aguni

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so-many-fandoms-here · 2 years ago

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Sfw-Alphabet

(English isn’t my first language. Feel free to correct any mistakes you notice. Also I changed the alphabet a bit haha hope you like it anyways)

• Characters: Shuntaro Chishiya, fem!reader

• Genre: fluff, angst

• Warnings: slight mention of death

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Affection: (how do they show their love?)

In Borderland Chishiya can not take the risk to let his weak spots be visible. And his biggest weakness is you. But he tries to show you his love trough other things.

-He‘ll never breaks his promises towards you and tries his best to keep you safe.

-He is always somehow around you. Even tho if he only watches you from a distance.

-Pets your hair when you’re alone and seals his promises with a kiss on your forehead.

Beauty: (what they find especially attractive on you)

Your whole appearance. Not only does he thinks you’re beautiful, he also noticed real quick how smart you are and how well you deal with the situation you’re in.

Comfort: (how do they comfort you, how can you comfort them)

He won’t try to make you talk about it. If you want to okay, if you don’t thats fine too. He also won’t try to give you advice when he doesn’t know either what to do or say. But he will listen.

Chishiya needing comfort is rare and I don’t even know if it would even happen in the first place. But if he needed someone do the same he does. Listen and don’t pressure him to talk about it. Just give him the feeling you’re there for him.

Dreams: (how they imagine their future with you)

Chishiya mostly won’t allow himself to dream about a future with you but the few moments he let his thoughts slip he thinks about you two leaving borderland together, welded together because of what you had to go trough and trying to settle down, living a life thats as normal as possible.

Ending: (how would they break up with their partner/s)

Face to face and short.

„We’re breaking up“, and gone. He would just walk away and face his feelings as soon he’s alone.

Fight: (how are they during an argument)

Chishiya is always calm. He never yells or gets aggressive. Sometimes he can have a little attitude but only when you fight over something insignificant. He knows when to tone down his sarcasm.

Gentle: (how gentle are they?emotionally and physically)

He can come off as ruthless because he’s brutally honest with you but he would rather seem mean according to others than lying to you.

Physically he’s overall gentle. I’ll cover that in the nsfw alphabet post again 👀

Hugs: (do they like them? How often do they hug you? How do their hugs feel like)

Chishiya isn’t very touchy so mostly the hugs will come from you. At first he was a bit shy about it and only stood there and let it happen. But with time he warmed up to it and now hugs you back.

I don’t really know how I would describe a hug from Chishiya. A soothing and protecting feeling I think.

I Love You: (how fast they say the L-word)

He takes his time with these three words. He wants to tell you when you’re out of borderland or of one of you is about to die.

Not that you two don’t know about the feelings you have for each other but saying it out loud makes you completely acknowledge them. It would reveal the weakness you have for each other completely and would make you vulnerable.

Jealousy: (do they get jealous easily? How are they when they’re jealous?)

Chishiya doesn’t get jealous easily. He knows better than that. But if you really manage it to make him jealous: wtf did you do and especially why??

Kisses: (where they like to kiss you/get kissed? How are the kisses like)

He likes to kiss your forehead and head.

Please kiss him on the cheeks. This innocent, classy gesture will for sure have him melting.

He usually gives sweet little kisses. Not very sloppy or erotic.

Little Ones: (how are they around children? Do they want own children)

Chishiya tries to be gentle around children outside of borderland.

One day he surely wants to have children with his love <3

Marriage: (do they want to marry)

Short but clear: yes

Nicknames: (how do they call you)

He usually calls you by your name. But if he gives you a nickname I think it would be something like honey or hun.

Open: (do they open up fast? How much do they reveal)

It takes some time but not because he is afraid. He just doesn’t sees any use in it. But he will tell you here and there things about him.

Patience: (how easily angered are they)

It takes a lot to really make him mad.

Quizzes: (how much do they remember about you)

A lot. He cares and is interested in you after all.

Romantic: (do they like romance? Are they romantic)

Chishiya isn’t a romantic person and never will be. But that’s fine.

Security: (how protective are they? How do they protect you? How would you protect them)

He will do anything possible to protect you in borderland. He may not be the strongest but being one if the smartest compensates that fact. He would give you things to protect yourself with like a selfmade stungun or bomb.

Of course he is more than grateful when you protect or at least try to protect him but he doesn’t want you to pit yourself in danger for him and he will tell you that as soon as you two are sage again.

„You don’t need to protect me (y/n). Please don’t put yourself in unnecessary danger.“

Try: (how much effort would they put in dates, gifts, etc)

He isn’t the type of guy that puts his whole energy in dates in gifts but he still would make sure you enjoy it.

Ugly: (what are some bad habits of theirs)

-always giving mixed signals

-(outside if borderland) often leaves you on read or forgets to call you back

-when he eats biscuits he always leaves crumbs behind -.-

Vanity: (how concerned are they with their looks)

Not really concerned. In borderland there are more important things than your appearance and also he knows that you love him for more than just his looks.

Whole: (do they feel incomplete with you)

When he knows you’re alive - no.

Xtra: (random headcanon)

Loves to play cards and board games with you.

Yuck: (things they don’t like)

Messing around with him or obviously trying to make him jealous.

Zzz… (sleeping habits of them)

He sleeps just enough to be fit for the next day.

Sleeps on his back.

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awkwardchaosposts · 1 year ago

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Scrubs

Dilf? Chishiya x reader (Hospital AU) [gn!reader] part 2

TW: mentions of broken bones

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Chishiya wasn't an idiot. Ofcourse he'd notice the head peeking from around the corner.

He raised his eyebrow at the little girl. Her excited smile confused him. But he took note of the cast on her arm.

"Do you need anything?"

She shook her head,that bright smile remaining. He never was fond of kids. Not even a six year old could melt his cold exterior.

"Will you play with me?"

He frowned at that. He was one of the hospital's top surgeons and doctors,not a babysitter. "Who's your RN? Maybe they'll play with you"

"No!" the sudden stubbornness of the girl caught him off guard.

"Well I'm not playing with you. I have better things to do" he spoke coldly.

She sniffled before full out bursting into tears.

The man was stunned.

Crap.

"Shh,hey hey stop that"

He tried to soothe her but her sobs didn't stop until.. "I'll play with you. Please don't cry"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

You've known Chishiya for a while. If you had to describe him with one word it'd be apathetic.

So it surprised you to see the man in the pediatrition unit during his break time,playing tea party with one of your patients.

"More tea?"

"Uh sure" he muttered,in a slightly grumpy mood. Chishiya never expected that a kid could persuade him into something so ridiculous but somehow she did.

You cleared your throat,making your presence known. "Well this is just-"

"Don't" he grumbled with a stern look whilst 'drinking' the imaginary tea the kindergardener poured for him.

#aib chishiya #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #aib fluff #alice in borderland #chishiya x oc #chishiya x reader #chishiya x y/n #chishiya x you #shuntaro chishiya x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #hospital au #hospital #nurse au #doctor au #med school

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xoteajays · 7 months ago

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↬ kikuri aguni in the chrysanthemum diary 【 season 1 】

kikuri aguni would have once called her life 'simple'. she had little outside of her job at the bookshop, her older brother, and his best friend - not even an actual friend of her own. with the cards she was dealt, she manages, soldiering on through simple monotonous days. having a day of from work should have been a good thing. she'd planned on spending it in shibuya with her brother, morizono, and his friend-since-teendom, danma. as she's complaining about the hot weather while walking out of a convenience store, everything goes sideways. suddenly, it's as if only the three of them exist in the world, and all of tokyo has become overgrown and empty in the blink of an eye. for a little over a week, they manage through strange games, playing with their lives on the line as a team. then danma gets the great idea of creating a paradise. the beach should have been a safe haven, but the fire that was founded doesn't burn the way anyone expects and 'paradise' quickly dissolves into violence, betrayal, and death where nobody's hands are left unbloodied.

#ocappreciation #queerocs #ochub #aib oc #alice in borderland oc #aguni morizono #niragi suguru #chishiya shuntaro #niragi x oc #chishiya x oc #first attempts at gif making!#this took me 5 days!!#had to use that 'fire that was founded' quote bc it was the original title #oc: maki aguni #fic: dreaming in blue

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niragisimp · 2 years ago

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The Pain Before (Niragi x Reader) Part 12

Part 11, Series Masterlist, Part 13

(** Smut w/ “plot”)

Kuina tapped harder on the door, its inside echoing with the rhythm of her knuckles. She huffed in the empty hallway, biting the candy stick she had in her mouth. She stood listening to the silence before rolling her eyes, letting herself in, and closing the door behind her. 'If he gets upset, he would just be upset,' she thought. "I've been standing outside your door for close to five minutes--" She stopped before the bed as she looked on questioningly, staring at his back.

"Uh... Everything go alright last night?"

She began to fidget with the candy stick more as her question was met with more silence. She gave Chishiya another moment before pressing further, "Did everything... Not go alright last night?" She observed him as his head seemed to drop, his back hunched over. Kuina had seen many defeated people in the Borderlands, but never Chishiya. He would be the last person she would ever expect to be in this position at any given time. If something goes wrong, he always has another card up his sleeve.

"Hey, Chishiya..." She slowly walked alongside the bed and around, carefully sitting next to him. "Where's (Y/N)?" He shifted at the question, his eyes planted on the ground in front of him. "... I don't know." He stated bluntly. Kuina held back the urge to shake him senselessly as she tried to pull more out of him, "... What? What the hell happened Chishiya? Did you find out what you needed to?"

He stayed silent for a moment before slowly licking his lips, carefully contemplating his next words. He sighed and lifted his head, his eyes briefly looking over at Kuina, "Yeah. I did. Maybe more than what I wanted to." She gave him a curious look before looking down at her hands resting on her knees. "I don't feel great about my part in that... Getting a girl drunk and having someone drug her just... Gives me the ick."

Chishiya turned his head to look at her as she wiggled, his brow raised slightly. "You say that as if I'd take advantage of her."

Kuina sighed and stood, taking the candy stick out of her mouth for a moment to speak. "There's more than one way to take advantage of someone, you know. I'll be by the pool until game time." She didn't wait for a response before leaving his room, closing his door behind her. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat, forcing the thoughts of you out of her mind. Her loyalty was with Chishiya, but she knew as well as he did, that she also wished to be loyal to you as well.

You opened your eyes to the sun already towering in the sky, your head throbbing at the sight. You grimaced at the light and turned your head down, opening your eyes to see Niragi laying peacefully under you. The heat rose to your cheeks quickly as you took in your positions. Both hands rested carefully on his bare chest, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, the other of his supporting his head under the pillow. The pain seemed to disappear without another thought as you unknowingly took in his sleeping face.

Niragi looked so peaceful, so at rest under you. You could feel your body slowly rise and fall with his chest, the sun highlighting his features so effortlessly. "Enjoying the view?" Your eyes snapped to his as he murmured, barely opening an eye to look up at you. Your words escaped as you studdered over them, your thoughts not forming correctly. It felt like you'd been caught as you felt your face flush.

You went to push yourself off him as he laughed, wrapping his hand tighter around your waist and holding you to him. "I... I should get back to my room, Niragi," He sighed heavily and closed his eyes again, "... No." You tried to hide your fluster even though he wasn't looking at you, "I still need breakfast, and to shower--" He silenced your protests rather quickly, meeting your lips with his own, his tongue forcing itself through. Your heart quickened as his hand wandered under your shirt, going up and down your back while drawing light circles on your skin.

Niragi reached up to cup the back of your neck with his other hand, pulling you down into him. You closed your eyes as his tongue swirled around yours, the cold metal gently gliding across the roof of your mouth briefly. Your mouth opened in a gasp as Niragi rose his knee in between your thighs, his hand that made gentle circles now moving downward to firmly grab your waist. His lips turned upward into a smile as he took in the soft moan that escaped you, pushing himself into you.

You let out a yelp in surprise as Niragi hurriedly flipped your body underneath him, his hand running along the outside of your thigh. Your body squirmed under his gaze, and you could see his prideful smile as he watched your reaction. He lowered himself down to your ear, carefully whispering to you, "You'll shower here... With me." He could see the embarrassment creep up, washing over you. Niragi smiled and let out a soft chuckle as he swept strands of your hair away from your neck, gently sucking the skin under your ear and slowly leaving trails down your neck.

He felt you squirm under him, your arms splaying down his back, ushering him closer. Niragi roughly dug his fingers into your skin, knowing for certain you would have bruises later from it. He couldn't help but let his pride show as his wet tongue ran along the side of your neck, lifting his face to press his forehead against yours. He lifted your leg and wrapped it around his waist, lowering himself to grind against you.

Niragi watched as your eyes fluttered against the sensation, your chest rising and falling heavily with your breath. He examined your face carefully, taking in every small involuntary motion you made. His lips came down to linger above yours, exchanging his breath with your own. You caught his eyes in yours as you felt your breath hitch in your throat, Niragi stopping suddenly. You looked at each other carefully, his eyes darting between yours, his tongue slowly wetting his lips.

He cupped the side of your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek in his hand. You leaned into the warmth, his fingers carefully massaging the back of your head as your hand overlapped his. Niragi dipped his head into your neck, his breath tickling your ear as he gently tugged on the lobe, stopping only to sink his teeth into your neck as his hips gently bucked, a soft moan escaping your lips.

Niragi could feel the irritation as his pants tightened, shoving his hand down to unzip his pants, kicking them off hurriedly as he repositioned himself between you. He stole a quick glance, checking for any sign of discomfort. He leaned in close for a moment, his voice low as he whispered, "... Do you want this?" You could feel your cheeks flush as you slowly nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat.

He stared at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment. "Say it."

"I... I want this, Niragi." You watched as he grinned, quickly pushing his lips into yours hungrily, breaking to travel down your neck, dipping his tongue into your collarbone as your soft breath turned into music to his ears. Niragi couldn't help but smirk as your back arched slightly, reacting to his touch. His hands began wandering down your side as you grasped his bare shoulders, feeling your eyes roll back as Niragi's hips thrust into you. His hand grabbed and dug into your thigh as it explored upward, his fingers pulling at the bikini strap that covered you.

You gasped at another sudden thrust, your eyes meeting Niragi's as he grinned at your reaction. The metal tongue piercing gleamed off the sunlight illuminating the room as he ran his tongue over his teeth. You felt a shiver run down you as he lowered his head into your neck, sucking the skin forcefully, his body weighing on top of you as his hips bucked in rhythm. Your leg pulled him in closer, making him shoot you a surprised look.

Niragi watched you carefully as he untied your bikini, making quick work of your top as well. He leaned back for a moment and stared at you, moving his shirt that still covered you to the side as his hands wandered, gripping your thigh around him tightly. He leaned in, running a hand through his hair quickly to push it back as his lips crashed into you, his tongue swirling around yours. You pushed yourself up against him as your hand wandered down to his briefs, sinking your hand into them.

You heard him groan into your mouth as you stroked his erection, his tongue becoming more forceful. Niragi hurriedly pushed his briefs down and broke away from you, frantically throwing them to the side. He could feel his heart speed up at your touch, grabbing your wrist and pinning it above your head. His free hand reached down to your core, his fingers gently gliding across your entrance. Your body jolted suddenly as two fingers entered you quickly with ease, a moan escaping your throat.

Niragi caught your gaze with his, a grin on his face as he teased you, "Fuck... You're so wet..." He chuckled lowly, planting light kisses across your jawline. Your non-restrained hand grabbed onto his onyx hair, giving it a light tug as his fingers began pumping into you slowly. Niragi savored the sounds emanating from you, taking in every soft whimper you released as his fingers curled into you rhythmically.

"Ni-Niragi..." He looked up as you murmured his name, relishing the way his name spilled from your lips. His rhythm slowly increased as he watched your face carefully, observing every time your breath hitched. He placed his thumb gently on your clit, rubbing small circles as he felt your pulse on his fingertips. Feeling you tense he released your wrist, cupping your cheek in his hand as he pulled his fingers from you, positioning his member at your entrance, taking in the warmth coming from your core. He leaned into you slowly, gently guiding his tip further in carefully as his lips eagerly brushed against yours, releasing a moan into your mouth as he felt himself disappear into you.

The sound you made at that moment drove him near crazy. He clenched the sheets as he sunk himself into you completely, his mind going blank as he inhaled sharply at the feel of you surrounding him. You could feel yourself adjusting around him as he began pacing himself, grabbing his shoulder to steady your body as his pace quickened. He brought his head down to your shoulder to sink his teeth into your skin, making sure to leave an obvious mark for all to see.

Niragi groaned in your ear as he heard your soft moans, trying to stop himself from getting too rough. "Ni-Niragi," you studdered over your own words as you tried to speak, "Th-that feels so... So good," your voice shook as his hips snapped into you, unable to contain his want any longer. Your fingers dug into his shoulder roughly, trying to hold yourself still. His hand grabbed onto your thigh, pressing it against him as his hips bucked.

"Oh, fuck..." He muttered into your ear, his voice low. "You're so fucking perfect (Y/N)," his breath on your ear sent a shiver down your entire body, your insides clenching around him as he thrust himself into you. Niragi pulled back for just a moment, his hips continuing their rhythm as his eyes took in the sight before him.

"I could've had this before," his mind taunted him. His hand wandered down to play with you once more, making light circles on your clit, watching as your back arched in response. Niragi watched as you moaned quietly, your eyes starting to glaze over. He gripped your thigh and lifted it onto his shoulder, planting light kisses up and down your leg as he pumped into you.

Leaning down, he could feel himself starting to lose his rhythm as he met with your lips, his moans melting with your own. You grabbed onto his hair, gently tugging as you felt your abdomen pool with heat. Your name echoed from his lips as he snapped into you roughly, soft grunts releasing into your mouth.

Niragi grabbed hold of the hand in his hair, pinning it above your head as his other tightened on your thigh, his hips sloppily thrusting into you roughly. His eyes wandered in search of yours as you stared into the ceiling above you, the walls growing darker as you could feel yourself falling into your release. He felt your body clench under him as his pace increased, slamming his lips into yours, breaking only to mutter curses mixed with moans into your mouth.

Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulder as you felt yourself come undone beneath him, the fire building finally being released through your body. Niragi watched as your face relaxed, admiring the way your mouth moved when you cried out his name, knowing he was the one that made you like this. His hips slammed into you as he felt himself about to reach his own peak, your soft breaths quickly pushing him over the edge.

His head rolled as he grunted in your ear, "Oh fuck, (Y/N)..." Your legs shook at the continued movement, your vision slowly returning to you. Your eyes wandered up to Niragi above you, his bare chest now slick with a thin layer of sweat. His hips jerked into you roughly as he cursed, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he groaned, feeling himself burst into you, leaving his final mark.

Your breaths mingled together in the silence, filling the room. Niragi released your wrist, his head leaning to rest on your chest. Your hand stroked his hair, gently weaving in between the strands as his back rose and fell with his breath. He looked up at you slowly, grasping your chin and tilting it down to look at him.

"(Y/N)..."

"Y-yeah, Niragi?"

He stared silently for a moment, licking his lips carefully. His voice was soft and gentle, the opposite of his words. "You're mine. And only mine. Nobody is ever gonna lay a hand on you again... I'll make sure of it."

You swallowed a lump in your throat, unable to look away from his gaze. The words felt more like a threat than a promise, you thought. Seemingly noticing your unease, he lifted himself up off you and cupped your cheek, kissing you roughly. As he pulled back, his thumb ran over your swollen lips, his eyes tracing their outline. Releasing a slight groan as he pulled out of you, Niragi grabbed his briefs, pulled them on, and made his way for the bathroom.

You sat up on the bed, your eyes searching for your top that was discarded earlier. Clothing yourself, you buttoned up Niragi's shirt that still adorned your shoulders. You jumped as you felt a pair of hands wrap around you, quickly realizing who it was when he chuckled.

"Did I scare you?"

Even though you couldn't see Niragi, you could hear his grin. "I didn't hear you..." You felt instant relief as he pulled you into his chest, the warmth seeping through the fabric of his shirt. His scent overtook your senses as you leaned your head back into his neck, his hands creeping under your shirt to rest on your bare skin.

You closed your eyes as you felt his lips against your neck, planting gentle kisses on every spot he marked, almost acting as a physical apology. "I hope it didn't hurt too much," he chuckled. You hummed at his words, trying not to become embarrassed. "I-it was... Good... I liked it," you pursed your lips together, hoping he couldn't see your cheeks flush. You could hear his breath in your ear as he whispered, "Gotta let everyone know who you belong to."

Chishiya tried not to pace in the lobby, his hands firmly in his pockets. He was certain his physical demeanor was on point; cold and distant, unapproachable by most. But mentally, his mind was driving him crazy. He wasn't used to this feeling, whatever it was. He had studied medicine for years and could handle nearly any physical diagnosis. But mental? It was still quite a mystery to him, much to his displeasure. Kuina stood near him, not making eye contact. He could tell she was still upset, another thing that irked him at this particular moment.

Chishiya withheld himself from looking over when he felt eyes piercing into his back, knowing full well who those eyes belonged to. "Niragi," he thought. His mind was overcome with memories of the night prior, his mind finally putting two and two together as he placed this overwhelming feeling, guilt, is what most would call it.

His breath hitched as he heard your voice from behind him, his eyes just barely wandering over to Kuina nearly lunging toward you. He hid his concern as he took notice of the marks and bruises covering your neck and legs. Kuina blocked his sight of you, or perhaps she was blocking your sight of him. He didn't care for it either way.

"Are you alright? What happened? Did..." Kuina's voice grew quiet, though not quite enough for Chishiya not to hear. "Did Niragi do this to you?" He felt his heart skip a beat as he turned his full attention to them, his breath held in his throat, unable to come out. As you opened your mouth to speak, the crowd erupted as Hatter took his place on the balcony. All eyes were on their leader, all eyes except for one.

"The games are upon us again!" Hatter started his speech as normal. Chishiya's eyes wandered over your body worriedly, his final thought from yesterday playing over and over again in his mind, this time accompanied by an afterthought.

"Shit, shit, shit... This is all my fault."

Chishiya looked to the balcony, trying to maintain his composure. His eyes stopped on Niragi, smugly looking down at him from above. He felt his fingernails dig into his palms as the two held gazes. Niragi's eyes said one thing, "I won."

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