#alice in borderland imagine

[thepencilnerd]

a series of firsts

When you ask Chishiya for a simple favor, neither of you are prepared for what follows. tldr: you ask Chishiya to teach you how to kiss.

genre/notes: fluff, borderline smut, ooc-ish!Chishiya x fem!reader

rating: mature (smut implied but not explicit)

word count: 2k

You weren't sure when you had worked up the courage to ask Chishiya such an outrageous favor. Maybe it was the late nights spent together, both of you perched on the worn-out couch, his arm thrown lazily along the backrest, fingers sometimes brushing against your shoulders in a way that sent shivers down your spine. Or maybe it was those fleeting moments when his gaze lingered on your lips, and you couldn’t help but think – wish, even – that he wanted this too.

It was a quiet evening, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you glanced up at him, his calm expression giving you just enough confidence to take a leap of faith.

“Chishiya,” you started, your voice barely above a whisper, as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt. “Can you teach me how to kiss?”

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, the smallest lift of his brow the only sign of his surprise. For a long second, you thought he might laugh or brush it off as a joke. Instead, he tilted his head to the side, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You want me to be your first kiss?” he asked, his voice soft yet edged with curiosity.

You punched his shoulder playfully, trying to mask your nerves. “Maybe I just want more practice! What makes you think I haven't kissed anyone?”

Chishiya chuckled, the smile on his face growing. “I know you better than anyone,” he said, his tone teasing but laced with a warmth that made your heart flutter.

You nodded, a blush creeping up your cheeks, unable to meet his gaze for too long. It felt ridiculous, embarrassing, but this was Chishiya – the person you trusted most. There had always been something there between you two, something neither of you dared address until now.

You decided to distract yourself from the growing tension, a teasing smile forming on your lips. "Actually, I've kissed a few people, you know. There was Niragi..."

Chishiya's lips twitched, his response immediate. "Too boring."

You rolled your eyes, continuing, "And then there was Kanato."

"Too short," Chishiya replied dryly, his tone making it clear he wasn't impressed.

"Okay, but what about Yuki? She was—"

"Too much of a know-it-all," Chishiya cut in, shaking his head slightly.

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "You just have something to say about everyone, don't you?"

Chishiya gave you a small, amused smile, his gaze softening. "I just know you better than anyone." You pressed your lips together and averted your eyes. 

As the tension hung between you, his gaze softened, and he slowly shifted closer.

“Okay,” he said, and that one word held so many layers. Your eyes widened at his answer, his expression colored with acceptance, understanding, and a promise that this moment would stay between the two of you.

You felt him move closer, his presence warm, the scent of him familiar and comforting. He paused, his eyes meeting yours, and his voice came out in a soft whisper, "Can I touch you?"

You nodded, your breath catching as his hand found its way to your cheek, gently tilting your head towards him. He studied you, his eyes soft, searching yours for hesitation. When he found none, he leaned in, and you closed your eyes, letting the world slip away until it was just him.

His lips met yours softly at first, a brush of warmth that sent a shiver down your spine. He was gentle, deliberate, as though he wanted you to savor every second. Your heart pounded, nerves giving way to an all-consuming warmth as your hands instinctively found the front of his shirt, clinging to him.

Chishiya was careful, patient – letting you find your rhythm. His lips moved against yours, slowly coaxing you to respond. It was sweet at first, like a promise, a reassurance that there was no rush. And then, slowly, you felt the shift. His other hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer, his fingers splayed against your back. The kiss deepened, and a soft sigh escaped you, surprising even yourself.

It was like a spark ignited, and suddenly the air between you two changed. What started out as slow and explorative quickly grew more intense, the hesitancy fading as you both gave in to the want that had simmered for so long.

You pulled away slightly, your breath shaky as you looked into his eyes. "Chishiya, what... what do I do?" you asked, breathless.

“You’re doing amazing,” he sighed with a gentle smile, his thumb brushing your cheek. "Put your hands here," he said, guiding your hands to rest on his shoulders. You followed his lead, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric, grounding yourself in the closeness. Slowly, your fingers began to drift, brushing against the side of his neck, feeling the soft skin beneath your touch. He shivered slightly at the sensation, and you hesitated for a moment before your hands came up to gently caress his face, your fingers tracing along his jawline, feeling every detail.

"And what about... my tongue?" you whispered, feeling the blush deepen on your cheeks.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours before he spoke. "Follow my lead," he murmured, his voice low and comforting. He tilted his head slightly, and then he demonstrated, his tongue gently parting your lips, coaxing yours to respond. His hand slipped behind your neck, fingers threading into your hair as he deepened the kiss, moving slowly to let you mirror him.

You hesitated for a moment, then tentatively moved your tongue against his, feeling a rush of warmth as he responded with a quiet hum of approval. His hand guided you closer, his lips moving more insistently now, urging you to follow his rhythm. Your fingers tightened around his shirt, the fabric bunching between your knuckles, and you felt him smile slightly against your lips, as if proud of how quickly you were catching on.

His teeth grazed your bottom lip, a gentle nip that made you gasp against his mouth, and his hand slipped lower, cupping your jaw tenderly as if grounding you in the moment. Your heart pounded, heat pooling in your chest as you clung to him, feeling the intensity build between you.

Chishiya’s breath was shaky as he pulled away for just a moment, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes still closed as he whispered, “Is this okay?”

You nodded, unable to find words, your cheeks flushed and your lips tingling. It was more than okay – it was everything you had imagined and more. You leaned in, capturing his lips again, and he responded immediately, a quiet groan escaping him as he pulled you impossibly closer, your bodies pressed together as though to make up for lost time.

His kisses became more urgent, his lips parting against yours, his tongue brushing yours in a way that sent sparks down your spine. You were lost in it, in him – his warmth, the way he held you as if you were the most important thing in his world. You could feel his heartbeat against yours, a steady reminder that this was real, that it was Chishiya who was here with you, giving in to what you both had kept hidden for so long.

And in that moment, you didn’t care about anything else. Not the nerves that had gnawed at you before, not the fear of what this could mean. All that mattered was the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the feeling of his heartbeat steady beneath your palms. The way his fingers threaded into your hair, his lips moving with a desperation that spoke of everything neither of you had ever said. He kissed you like you were the air he needed to breathe, like letting go was simply not an option. His hands began to wander, one sliding down your back, pressing you closer, while the other moved to your waist, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, brushing against the bare skin of your side.

A shiver ran through you, the sensation of his touch both electrifying and comforting. He pulled back just slightly, his lips hovering over yours as he looked into your eyes, his gaze dark and filled with emotion. "Do you want to keep going?" he murmured, his voice barely audible, yet filled with a raw intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

You swallowed, nodding, your breath catching as you whispered, "Yes." His lips curved into a small smile, and he leaned in, capturing your lips once more, his kisses growing more heated, more insistent. His hand traveled up your side, fingers grazing your skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. You felt your own hands move, sliding up his neck, your fingers brushing through his hair, tugging him closer.

The world seemed to narrow to just this – his touch, his breath, his body against yours. The way his hand slipped under your shirt, his fingers splaying across your back, pulling you impossibly closer. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest, each beat echoing the intensity of the moment. His lips left yours, trailing along your jaw, down to the sensitive skin of your neck, and you tilted your head, giving him better access, a soft sigh escaping you.

His breath was hot against your skin, his lips gentle yet possessive as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your neck, his teeth grazing just enough to send shivers down your spine. Your hands tightened in his hair, your body arching into his touch, the warmth between you growing, consuming.

He whispered your name, the sound sending a thrill through you, and then his voice came again, softer, more vulnerable. "You have no idea, do you?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin between words. "How long I've wanted this... wanted you."

Your breath hitched, your heart pounding at the confession. You pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes, and you saw it there – the emotion he'd kept hidden for so long. The walls he always put up were gone, leaving nothing but raw honesty. "Chishiya..." you whispered, your voice trembling.

He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. "I tried to pretend I didn't care, that I could just be your friend. But I can't. I need you... more than anything." His eyes searched yours, a mixture of fear and hope in his gaze. "Tell me you feel the same."

You nodded, tears welling in your eyes as you whispered, "I do. I've always felt the same." A smile broke across his face, and he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was filled with everything he'd kept locked away – all the love, the longing, the need. It was intense, consuming, and you kissed him back with everything you had, your heart swelling with the overwhelming truth of it all: you loved him, and you always had.

His hands roamed down your body, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist before slipping beneath your shirt, the touch searing against your bare skin. You gasped into his mouth, the sensation both thrilling and comforting as he pulled you closer, as though trying to erase any distance between you. His lips left yours, trailing down your jaw to your neck, where he pressed kisses that were both gentle and possessive, each one drawing a soft moan from your lips.

Chishiya's breath was ragged against your skin, his voice a whisper. "I want you," he murmured, the words sending a shiver down your spine. His hands moved upwards, brushing against your ribs, his thumbs skimming the edge of your bra. He paused, his eyes meeting yours, seeking permission, and you nodded, your heart pounding.

He kissed you again, deeper this time, his hands exploring with a tenderness that made your heart ache. Your own hands moved over his chest, feeling the defined muscles beneath his shirt, before slipping it up, your fingers grazing the warmth of his skin. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it aside before his lips found yours again, more urgent now, more desperate.

You felt his skin against yours, the heat of him enveloping you as his hands moved to your back, unclasping your bra with practiced ease. He pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered, "You're perfect," his eyes filled with adoration. He slipped your bra off, his gaze never leaving yours, and you could feel the intensity of his desire, the way he looked at you as if you were the only thing that mattered.

His lips found yours once more, his hands now exploring every inch of your bare skin, his touch setting your nerves alight. You were lost in him, in the way he made you feel, every kiss, every caress pushing you further into a haze of warmth and need. His mouth moved down your neck, his teeth grazing your collarbone before he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along your chest, his hands holding you as if you were something precious, something he never wanted to let go.

His hands moved lower, tracing every curve, his fingers brushing the waistband of your pants as his lips continued their journey down your body. You arched into him, a soft moan escaping as he paused, his gaze meeting yours again, his eyes filled with an unspoken question. You nodded, your breath coming in shallow gasps, and he gave a small, tender smile before continuing, his hands slipping beneath the fabric, sliding them off slowly, deliberately, his gaze never leaving yours.

His touch was everywhere, his lips following the path his hands traced, leaving you trembling beneath him. The intimacy of it all, the way he looked at you with so much care, made your heart swell, the love and desire blending into something overwhelming. He murmured your name, his voice thick with emotion, and you responded with a whisper of his, your fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer, needing him in every possible way.

Chishiya's movements were slow, careful, his hands and lips guiding you through every sensation, until there was nothing else – just the two of you, together, everything else fading away. His breath mingled with yours, his body moving with yours as he brought you closer, each touch and kiss filled with a promise, an unspoken vow that this moment was yours, and he was yours, completely.

Afterward, as you both lay tangled together, breaths mingling and hearts still pounding, Chishiya looked at you with a smirk tugging at his lips. "I dropped so many hints, and you missed every single one," he teased, his voice soft but laced with amusement.

You let out a laugh, nudging his side playfully. "You were just as bad!" 

He raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Elaborate?"

You rolled your eyes, a playful grin on your face as you propped yourself up on your elbows. "Like that time I kept asking you to help me study for that class I already had an A in, just because I wanted an excuse to spend time with you. Kuina walked in and saw us sitting way too close, and she said, 'If this is your idea of tutoring, Chishiya, you’re not even trying to be subtle.' And you just smirked like it was nothing!"

Chishiya's smile softened, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Maybe I was just waiting for you to say something first."

You shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips. "And here I thought you were supposed to be the genius."

Chishiya smirked, tilting his head slightly. "What about when I made sure we ended up paired together for every group project? Or that time I walked you home in the rain and conveniently 'forgot' my umbrella so you'd have to share yours?"

A flush crept your cheeks. "You did that on purpose?"

"Of course," he said with a soft chuckle, his tone teasing but his gaze warm. Pulling your closer, his lips brushed your forehead. "I guess we were both pretty clueless." He paused, his gaze meeting yours, sincerity shining in his eyes. "But I'm glad we finally figured it out."

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection. "Me too."

And as you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that whatever came next, you would face it together–no more doubts, no more hesitations, just the two of you.

[organic-bloodbath]

Knife Princess

Chishiya x Reader

Summary: You're Niragi's little sister, and he's not happy of Chishiya's interest on you. When the final game starts and you get hurt, Chishiya takes care of you.

Warnings: 18+ smut, lots of blood ig.

A/N: I was writing a Chishiya request but realised half way i needed to write a prequel for that first lmao. So, this will have more parts coming up ✨️

Chapters

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During your time at the Beach, Chishiya became intrigued by you. He analyzed your movements when you weren't watching - atleast he thought you didn't notice him.

He could see that men eyed you while you were laying by the pool in your bikinis, but nobody dared to approach you. Everyone knew you were Niragi's sister and that terrified the shit out of them.

Why? Because Niragi seemed to be a little overprotective of you. If he could see even one pair of male eyes thirsting over you, Niragi wouldn't hesitate to beat them up. People here had seen that happen several times. Some men thought they'd get away with a little bit of flirting, but Niragi seemed to have eyes everywhere at any times.

One day, Chishiya watched you, sitting by the edge of the pool once again in your yellow bikinis, legs tangling in the water to cool yourself down. You were enjoying the sun, black sunglasses resting on the bridge of your nose. You weren't aware of his gaze, you had no idea how his eyes lingered on your skin. Atleast, that's what he thought.

Chishiya turned around just for a moment to leave, and suddenly you had appeared right behind him.

"You like what you see, hm?" you asked and put your hands on your hips. Chishiya stayed silent, an amused look on his face as he turned around to face you. "I've seen you looking at me, you know," you smirked and bit your lip. "You're not as sneaky as you think you are."

"Is that so?" Chishiya hummed.

"Mhm. A lady like me has grown eyes on her back too," you said proudly.

"I see," Chishiya said, intrigued once more. "So, tell me. Why do you wear boots at the pool?"

Chishiya had noticed that you always had the same leather boots on, while most people wore sandals or were just bare foot.

You only smiled and tilted your head, slowly stepping closer to him so you could reach to put your hands on his shoulders. You leaned so close to his face that you were only inches away from him, and he could feel your minty breath when you whispered: "You'll have to take them off and find out."

And then, only with a smile and a wink you let go of him and turned around, leaving him to stand there by himself to go back inside.

Chishiya wasn't sure if he only imagined it, but it felt like you swayed your hips more dramatically than usual as you knew that he would watch you walking away. If your plan was to not let Chishiya's eyes leave your body - you succeeded with that.

"Careful," Kuina said next to Chishiya. "Don't let Niragi see that you were checking his sister out."

"I wasn't checking her out," Chishiya denied, but he knew that it was a lie. He knew that he'd be dead if Niragi found out even about his thoughts on you, but Chishiya also knew that you were a woman with your own choices.

"Mhm, whatever you say," Kuina said, a hint of worry in her voice.

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After your short talk by the pool, it took only two more days to get Chishiya to take you into his bedroom and push you on his bed.

You knew that with right words, you could get any man that you wanted. Not every man could be seduced with the same methods, however, so you needed a little time to calculate what kind of person you were dealing with. You let men flirt with you here, even though you didn't plan to actually do anything with them, but you knew it pissed off Niragi and you enjoyed that.

Of course you wouldn't sleep with everyone here, though, you did have quite high standards and a specific taste and none of the men at the Beach had raised your curiosity enough.

Until you met Chishiya. He stood out from the crowd, usually staying mostly by himself or with a limited one to two people. You wanted to get to know him. No, you needed to get to know him. Maybe not emotionally yet, but atleast physically.

Truthfully, you hadn't had sex in months, you needed it much more than you had thought. Chishiya sucked all the stress and worry off you with his touch which gave you pleasure, even if it was only for a moment.

Right now, Chishiya had you pinned on the bed under him, holding your hands above your head and planting kisses around your neck and collarbones. You didn't know how he managed to find all the sweet spots which made you go insane already on your first time together, but he did nevertheless.

He untied the top of your bikini and threw it away, not caring where it would land. He took off his shirt as well to stay fair with you.

He peppered kisses all around your body as he slowly crawled back, until his head was located between your legs. He pulled the bottom of your bikini off, seeing now every part of your body. It didn't take long for him to rub your clit and push his fingers inside, starting to explore your vagina with different movements.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped. He moved his hand away for a moment but you quickly stopped him by grabbing his hair. "Wait, can you- can you do that again?"

Chishiya smirked. "Do what again?" he asked. "This?"

You arched your back as Chishiya pushed his fingers back inside you, curling his fingers just in the right angle like he had done earlier. You had to grab the bedsheets into your fists to stay still.

When he pushed himself inside you, you felt like this was what you had needed the most during your time at the Beach. During all the games.

Sleeping with him was something you felt like you had needed for years. He was the perfect balance of both rough and gentle in the best way possible to give you pleasure in its highest form.

You had no idea how much time passed while you were trapped between his body and the mattress, you were in complete ecstasy and you never wanted him stop what he was doing.

You were sure your body would be full of marks he had created on your body and you'd have to show it off to everyone, but right now, right at that moment, you didn't care about anything besides you and him.

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"What's that?" Niragi asked next morning and stepped closer to you, looking at the bruises on your neck, trying to hide themselves behind you hair. He grabbed your hair and yanked it back to see your neck better. "Are those hickeys? Who made those?"

"What is it for you?" you spat. "You can do whatever you want with whoever and so can i."

Niragi narrowed his eyes for your attitude.

"Who," Niragi growled with a low voice, finger pressing on one of the many bruises, his dark eyes directly on yours, "made that?"

You just grinned smugly.

"Try to guess," you challenged him.

♤♡♧◇

"You fucked my sister?!" Niragi shouted louder than ever before. Chishiya jumped back when he saw Niragi storming towards him, pointing his rifle towards Chishiya.

"Well, to my defense, she came to me," he said, lifting his hands up to surrender and trying to ignore the rifle, inches from his face.

"Out of all the girls here, dozens of them, you just had to choose her?!"

"Niragi, we're-"

Niragi put his gun down and instead grabbed Chishiya by his shirt and slammed him against the wall. Chishiya winced a little when the back of his head hit hard on the wall but otherwise he kept his regular pokerface.

"What should i do with you now, hm?" Niragi asked. "Shoot you dead right here right now or take a knife and carve little marks on your skin before shooting you. Any last wishes?"

He took a knife from his pocket, pressing the tip against Chishiya's cheek, a little too close to his left eye.

"Did you want to get a revenge on me? I thought we were buddies, man."

"Listen," Chishiya chuckled nervously in Niragi's tight grip. "Just let me down and we'll-"

"I know she's pretty, obviously, it's in our genes," Niragi interrupted, not caring to listen to Chishiya's defense. "But atleast talk about it before to me, man. Don't just go and screw her like that."

"So, if i had asked you for your blessing to sleep with your sister, you would have been okay with that?"

The anger rose back to Niragi's eyes. Chishiya was basically throwing more fuel into the fire flaming inside Niragi.

"Niragi, what are you doing?" you shouted from the end of the hallway before Niragi would be able go put a bullet in Chishiya's skull, walking towards the two guys with long steps. "Let go of him this instant."

"Or what?" Niragi asked. "You'll stab me over this guy?"

"If i have to," you said and crossed your arms against your chest.

"You can't be serious-"

You pulled a knife from your boot and pointed it at him.

"Let. Him. Down." You gritted your teeth, the same kind of anger in your eyes as in Niragi's. "Or you'll lose an ear."

Niragi huffed and let Chishiya go, coming towards you.

"Seriously, Y/N?" he whispered to you. "Him?"

"Mind your own damn business," you spat.

Eventually, Niragi left, but he wasn't in a good mood. At all. You hadn't seen him that angry in a while. You didn't lash out at him like that because he was threatening specifically Chishiya, no. You were just tired of Niragi constantly meddling into your business with men over and over again. Whenever you'd have a single hickey on your neck, and Niragi saw that, he'd immediately lose his temper for someone touching you - as witnessed here. It had been the exact same back at home before ending up to this world, but back then he only had his fists and not a gun. You had tried to make him quit it so many times but he wasn't having it.

You let out a frustrated groan, and Chishiya walked towards you now that Niragi had disappeared.

"So, you always carry knives with you wherever you go?" Chishiya asked, hands in the pockets of his white hoodie and an amused smirk on his face. "That's why you wear boots even with a swimsuit?"

"Shouldn't everyone carry a weapon with them?" you asked seriously, raising an eyebrow. "You never know when you need to defend yourself."

"Fair," Chishiya admitted.

You stepped right in front of Chishiya and put your hand behind his neck, slowly caressing his shoulder.

"Want to have a round two in my room tonight?" you asked, clicking your tongue.

"I'm not sure if i want to lose my right eye for that," Chishiya smirked, still feeling the cold blade against his cheek.

"Niragi's not the boss of me," you said and rolled your eyes. "I'm not some little kid that needs to be protected."

"Oh i can definitely see that," Chishiya agreed and nodded.

"So, my room tonight." You put your finger on hips lips. "Don't make me wait too long, hm?"

♤♡♧◇

The fire was flaming high outside, waiting for corpses to be thrown in there.

When the 10 of Hearts game started and Aguni's men were slaughtering people left and right, you only sat back and watched the shitshow. You knew Niragi would never allow anyone to touch you so you weren't afraid of being accused of being the witch and getting thrown into the fire.

That was, as long as he was there to witness it, and right now he wasn't. Still, you didn't stress about the game nearly as much as the others there.

You had no idea what Chishiya and others were doing, but right now you really, really just craved for a snack and was heading towards your room.

However, before you managed to get any further, someone grabbed you by your hair and yanked you towards them, causing you to let out a small cry for the pain on your scalp.

"Ha! Maybe she's the witch!" a man, who you didn't know at all, shouted at your face, spit flying on your cheekbone. "Let's burn her!"

One more guy joined him to drag you towards the place where the fire was located. But they weren't able to get very far.

You managed to get free yourself from their grip, then reached for your boots and took the two knives out of them. You didn't hesitate a moment longer as you threw the knives towards the two men, the blades digging deep into the men's necks.

You had practiced throwing knives for the past decade - as a nice little hobby of yours.

The men fell on their knees, and you kicked them on their chest, causing them to fall on their backs. You leaned down to remove the knives from their throats, leaving them to bleed out on the carpet. You wiped the blood on the men's shirts, then putting the knives back into your boots and continued your way towards you room.

As you walked through the corridor, you didn't notice two pairs of eyes watching you behind a corner.

"Well, i sure wouldn't want to anger her," Kuina mumbled. She was in shock how such a small girl was able to take down two grown men at that speed.

"She managed to surprise me too," Chishiya admitted, arms crossed on his chest. And very few people did surprise him anymore, both Kuina and Chishiya himself knew that. "Although, she's related to Niragi, so i don't know if i should have been surprised."

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A little later, you were leaning against one of the pillars on the 3rd floor, watching Aguni beat up Arisu with all his strength. You felt another presence join you, but you didn't need to turn your head to see who it was.

"Enjoying the show?" Chishiya asked.

"It's like watching a violent theatre play with real blood."

"Mhm," Chishiya hummed. "Hearts games are brutal but this is definitely something else."

"It's kind of entertaining how insane people can go during the Hearts games," you commented and turned your head towards Chishiya. "Did you ever suspect me as the witch?"

Chishiya eyed you for a moment.

"You could have pulled it off," he admitted. "With those knives and all."

"Aw, i'm touched," you smiled, hand on your chest. "If i was proven to be the witch, would you have been able to burn me in the fire?"

"Well," Chishiya started slowly and turned his face back to the crowd downstairs. "Everyone just wants to survive and get out of here, right?"

You didn't say anything back, only followed the events happening two floors down.

After everything had finally started to calm down, the fire suddenly spread and Niragi stepped inside, looking like he had been thrown into the fire too but got out before turning into complete ash.

"Oh, shit," you mumbled.

Niragi started to shoot in every direction possible with his rifle, not caring who he hit with the bullets. He wanted everyone here to die, that was for sure. He shot not only vertically everywhere, also up in different angles.

That meant, also right into your direction. Chishiya pulled you back, but just a second too late. You felt burning pain on your right shoulder and right after your leg, blood starting to pour out of the wounds. You stumbled backwards, but Chishiya managed to catch you and held you up by your waist.

His eyes widened when he saw your shoulder being painted red, as well as your leg.

"This just isn't my day, is it?" you chuckled, trying to ignore the pain radiating through your arm and make fun of the situation.

Chishiya didn't have much time to start patching you up right now, you had to leave this place as soon as possible to get to safety.

"Wait a moment, i'll be right back," he said and left you there on your own for a moment, running to the room where you had previously been. For a minute you were afraid he had actually left you here to bleed out, not wanting to deal with your injuries.

Chishiya grabbed a first aid kid, towel and brought them with him as he hurried back to you as fast as he was possibly able to run.

"Hold these," he said and gave you the kit and the towel, then scooping you in his arms. He knew he couldn't run very fast carrying you, but it would be faster than dragging you by his side.

It didn't take too long for people to burn the witch and finish the game just before the time would run down to zero. You had finally passed the last game.

As you sat outside and watched the mansion burn down among all the other survivors, Chishiya was by your side sewing the bullet wound shut with a needle and thread. The bullet had exited your body on the back, so Chishiya was more than thankful that he wouldn't need to start operating on you any deeper.

You had started to look pale and feel dizzy for all the blood loss, but you managed to stay conscious. He had wrapped the towel tightly around your leg. It had been white, but was now dyed half red.

"Shiya..." you mumbled, but he didn't lift his face towards you, only concentrated on stitching you up. "I promise i'm not getting hurt on purpose just to get you to touch me."

Your words did amuse Chishiya and you could see a slight smirk on his face.

"Good, because i don't have any more supplies to left to treat your wounds," Chishiya said and cut the thread off, leaving you with clean stitches on your skin. He finally looked into your eyes, looking serious and worried. "Let me know immediately if the stitches open and you start bleeding again, got it?"

"Are you like a doctor or something?" you smiled and bit your lip.

"Something like that," he answered, and you could see a little smile on his lips as well.

"I've never slept with a doctor before," you admitted. "Before the Beach, i mean."

"Was it on your to-do list?"

"Might have been," you said. "Along with a firefighter, of course."

"Too bad we didn't have firefighters at the Beach," Chishiya concluded. "Would have saved us a lot of trouble. Or if there was, they clearly failed their job miserably."

"Perhaps," you said slowly. "I would have still chosen a doctor first though."

"Hm, really?" Chishiya wondered. "Good to know. So, your type is men who can save you from trouble?"

"I'm not a damsel in distress," you scoffed, coming off as offended and a bit too defensive.

"And still i did have to carry you out of there," Chishiya pointed out.

"Shut up," you said and gently hit him on his shoulder.

"You'll promise to take it slow with your arm and leg, okay?" he stated seriously.

"Of course, doctor," you teased and bit your lip. "How can i ever repay you for taking such a good care of me?"

"I have a few things in my mind, but i think we should go somewhere private first," Chishiya reminded and sat next to you, putting his hand around your waist for a moment.

"Why aren't we already leaving then?" you asked and brushed your finger against his collarbone, right by the zipper of his hoodie.

"Tempting, but i'd rather have you rest for a moment," Chishiya said and pulled you tighter against his body, whispering right into your ear: "But don't worry, i'll make sure to find us some time alone."

His hot breath against your ear sent chills down your spine.

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A/N: I'll have update for the Child of Hearts too at some point no worries, just have to figure out some scenes for it and shape it a lil bit 🫶🏻

[chishiyasdearjacket]

Secrets

Pre-Borderland Chishiya

Chishiya grinned—a rare sight—as he helped hoist you through his bedroom window, the pair of you landing on his bed with a soft thud. He quickly clamped a hand over your mouth, silencing any noise that might alert his parents.

You'd been dating Chishiya for a while now, but his parents seemed to despise you. Despite their lack of care for their own son, they thought you were beneath him, a distraction from his academic pursuits.

He grinned down at you, removing his hand and pinning your wrists above your head. His other hand grasped your waist, pulling you flush against him.

He was wearing comfortable sweats and a baggy white t-shirt, his hair a mess and uncombed—a welcome sight. You knew he rarely let himself relax like this.

"What are you doing?" you whispered, surprised by his sudden change in demeanor.

He chuckled, resting his head in the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your skin as his hands traced your sides. "I'm showing you that there are better ways to spend my time than studying."

You looked at him in disbelief. "Is that really you, Chishiya? The Chishiya I know only knew how to study."

He chuckled again, his hand running down your side and lightly squeezing your hip. "Oh, come on, what's that supposed to mean? You think I'm just some boring nerd?"

"Well, aren't you?" you asked, as if it were a matter of fact.

He moved his body so that he was hovering over you, his hips pinned flush against yours as he held your wrists against the bed, a smirk playing at the edge of his lips. "You really think I'm boring, huh? Well, I suppose I'll have to prove you wrong."

Your eyes widened when you realized what he meant. "Chishiya!" you whispered.

He leaned down, his face close to yours, his hips grinding against yours. A sly smirk stretched across his lips. "What? Too surprised? Didn't think I was this... fun?"

You gasped at his actions. "Chishiya, stop it!"

He chuckled, nuzzling his head back into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "Hmm, and why should I? You seem to be liking it."

"Chishiya, seriously... what has gotten into you?"

He nipped lightly at your earlobe, before gently licking it, the warm, wet sensation making you shiver. "What? Am I not allowed to have some fun with my girlfriend?"

You rolled your eyes at his excuses. "You're allowed, but... this is just so new for me. What's wrong with you?"

He chuckled, his hands sliding up your body and under your shirt, his hands gently tracing the bare skin of your stomach. "Nothing is wrong with me... I was just thinking... we need some time apart from studies."

"Some time? What do you mean by that?"

He smirked as his hands went higher, gently running along your torso, his hands brushing against your bra before he pulled away, pulling your shirt off over your head. "Don't play coy, you know what I mean."

"Chishiya! Your parents are still in this house!" you rolled your eyes at him, reminding him how his parents despised you. "They don't like me, remember?"

"Of course, I remember. They've made it painfully obvious over the years. But, that doesn't matter to me."

He smirked at you as he pulled his shirt off, revealing his toned, pale torso, before pinning your wrists above your head again. "We have to be quiet, though. As to not alert them."

You blushed at his reaction. "Chishiya!"

He chuckled and leaned down, his chest pressing against yours, a breath away from your ear. "Shh, you have to be quiet, remember? Or do you want my parents to hear us..."

You blushed at the thought and still couldn't believe that the blonde would want them to do it. "You're being serious?"

He nodded, before leaning down and sucking lightly at the sensitive area of your neck, the sensitive touch causing you to shiver and let out a soft gasp. "Very serious..."

You looked at him and whispered his name, "Chishiya..." still very worried.

"Don't worry, they're probably already too busy with work to notice. And, we just have to be careful."

His hand traced down your side, gently massaging your hips. "I'll keep you quiet, if necessary. But, we really have to be quiet, love."

You gave up and just agreed with him. "Fine."

"Good..."

He smirked down at you, his hands slowly tracing up underneath your skirt, his fingers gently grabbing at your thighs.

"God, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this..." His breath was hot against your neck, and his hands continued to gently squeeze your thighs as he leaned down, peppering your neck and shoulders with light kisses.

"You're all mine right now..."

You breathed a small, "I'm always yours though."

Chishiya smiled, slightly, pulling back so that he could meet your gaze. "I know, I know, but... there's something special about the fact that we're here, right now, with my parents in the same home, and they have no idea what's going on right above them..."

You looked at him, not very surprised anymore. "Wow, you really have a weird kink."

He smirked, nipping lightly at your earlobe. "A little thrill just adds to the fun," he said, his voice husky.

His hands slid up further, sliding your skirt up until most of your thighs were exposed. He leaned back, his eyes hungrily taking in the newly exposed flesh, his eyes roaming over your skin as a light pink spread over your cheeks.

"God." He breathed in a reverent tone.

He leaned down, running his hands up your inner thighs and slowly spreading you open, his eyes locked on your face, taking in the expression you were making.

"I don't think you understand just how long I've been thinking about this..."

"I really don't understand... so just show me," you whispered, your voice a little breathless.

"Gladly..."

[airbendertendou]

SOMETHING SOMBER TO MiSS! ♥︎ chishiya shuntaro

synopsis : three years after breaking up, your ex-boyfriend seems appalled by how you've changed, and the new company you keep.

recomended songs — exes, tate mccrae ; bibi vengance, bibi ; diablo, lexie liu ; 505, arctic monkeys

cw ; typical aib death nd gore ; reader is a physical fighter nd i wont apologize abt it ; the militants themselves lmao ; oblivious reader who holds everyones attention <3

TAGLIST : @chaotickyrith @valleyofheartz

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Oil fries in the pan as you flip the meat you're cooking, the side dishes already prepared and ready to eat. You hum with a nod, satisfied with the spread you've cooked — happy the recipes you read came in handy and turned out well.

The front door slides open and a smile falls onto your lips unconciously. You don't turn from the stove as you speak, "welcome home, Shuntaro!"

He grunts in response, kicking his shoes off and throwing his work bag to the side. Sliding up beside you, Chishiya eyes the food you cooked curiously, nodding his head the way you did earlier. You grin, "hard day? Did they let you work with patients today?"

"Still a student, technically," he responds. Chishiya grabs the cutlery you need, filling one cup with your drink and the other with his own. He grabs one of the dishes, absentmindedly setting it on the table. "Proabaly won't be around people for a while still."

You frown, following behind him. "That sucks. You're the smartest person in that building."

The left side of his lips quirk up, "thank you."

Hitting his arm lightly, you can't fight your own grin. "As if I needed to inflate your ego anymore."

The only sound is your eating — conversation with Chishiya never felt needed. You often found comfort in his silence ; found it easy to be in his presence. When your food is finished and you're washing the dishes, you notice him lingering in the doorway. You let him take his time — sometimes, your boyfriend simply needed a moment or two before his thoughts could escape his head.

But, he never spoke up. Chishiya simply stood there, staring at you and through you simultaneously. You blinked at him, hands still soapy, "everything okay, 'taro?"

“Let’s break up.”

You pause, a wobbly smile masking the strain in your throat. You face him fully, “what?”

“Let’s break up.” He doesn't meet your eyes as he speaks. He looks over your shoulder — looks to the pictures of you together throughout the two years you'd been dating.

“…why?” You wipe your hands dry, hoping to hide how they tremble. Chishiya eyes them through furrowed eyes — he noticed. You hide them helplessly anyways.

He shrugs passively, “I’m bored.”

“And nothing I say will change your mind?” It's now that he meets your gaze. It's dark — empty as he looks at you. Ice crawls into your chest, settling there as your breathing begins to get heavy. You nod slowly and look to the floor. “Okay. Let’s break up, Chishiya.”

You hope the sound of his last name burns him as much as it did you.

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Music hits the pool area as you walk out, nodding to the beat you hear. Grinning at those you're familiar with, you perk up at your chosen group. The ones who brought you in when you were lonely.

"Ni—ra—gi!" you sing as you approach him. Sat on his lap is a girl with her bikini top slipping down slowly. Her lipstick is smeared and her cheeks flushed as her eyes widen at your voice. "Oh, am I interrupting?"

Niragi glares — he's really just hiding his laughter, "you always do. What do you want?"

You hum slyly, going behind the girl to settle her bathing suit correctly. Her breathing picks up and her hips twitch at your touch — Niragi hides his snort. "Have some newbies Hatter is welcoming. Wanna check 'em out?" You bend so that you're eye to eye with the stranger, "or keep having fun instead?"

With a squeak, the girl practically launches from Niragi's hold and skitters away. You blink owlishly, "was it something I said?"

Niragi's loud, boisterous laughter leaves a trail as you sneak into the secret meeting. Aguni eyes you before rolling his eyes discreelty and tuning back into what Hatter is saying. It's the same spiel you were given — this was a free paradise that only called for your loyalty. Loyalty being the cards you earned every game, of course.

If someone was going home, it was going to be Hatter first and foremost.

You eye the trio standing in the middle of the room, watching as the shorter male fidgets. He glances around — meets your gaze and gulps. He mutters to the girl he’s with, tugging on the end of his shirt.

Grinning, you lean close to Niragi and lower your voice to a whisper. “Traitor.”

“Them?” He raises an eyebrow, incredulous. “You really think?”

You put your hand out, “wanna bet?” Niragi clicks his tongue as you wiggle your fingers, insisting he shakes your hand. “Hm?”

He shoves your hand away, “never making a bet with you. Not again.”

As the meeting concludes, you grin widely.

Your name is called as Hatter beckons you forward. He leans on the desk in front of his card display, grinning as his top men join him. He gestures grandly, his arms open wide. "Liking your promotion?"

It's a silent nod to the gun strapped to your thigh — to the absence of a bathing suit. Aguni crosses his arms lightly, sticking his chin out. You grin — recently, it's starting to look more and more like Niragi's teasing smile than anything like yours. "It's fun enough."

Hatter laughs loudly at your words. He nods his head, "rumor has it you could beat any of my militants, anyways. Would rather have you on our side — on my side."

Niragi slings an arm around your shoulders as he hums in agreement. "Not a good idea to get on this one's bad side. I've seen it — scary shit."

Hatter cackles again as Mira eyes you now. She tilts her head a little, deciding to speak up. "Wonder where that temper of yours came from."

You simply grin again, closing your eyes with a sweet facade. "An old friend. That's all."

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When he's recruited to the Beach, Chishiya isn't sure what to think. The man he was partnered with was lasered at the last second, leaving Chishiya in a remaining duo. The woman — Rei, she said — eyed him warily before nodding.

An unspoken rule of the Beach was the ability to bring more people in — more cards in.

It's a loud place, music booming and people cheering as if they aren't in danger. In the entry way of the hotel, there's a small crowd gathering, whooping and jeering. Chishiya unknowingly strays closer to the circle and away from his tour guide.

In the middle, a man with his hair half-up is laughing loudly. His arm is around someone else as they stand over the bleeding lump of a person on the floor. As he laughs, Chishiya can see the shine of a tongue ring gleaming in the lights. His arm is tapped and he's dragged back to the introduction of everyone.

For a second, though, Chishiya thought he caught a glance of you.

Hatter calls for a meeting, as he usually does to welcome newcomers. Niragi stands with his gun slung over his shoulder — Chishiya squints his eyes, thinking of how familiar he looks before his attention is taken.

A long, lanky figure begins to speak to Aguni. The only indication of the conversation is the raise of his eyebrows — he seems surprised by something. Aguni's lips part, as if he's going to speak, before he eyes Hatter and his mouth falls shut.

The door behind him opens and Chishiya feels cold. A shiver runs down his spine, trickling in line with the sweat that's built up. He keeps his eyes to the ground, as if he subconciuosly knows danger is around. A sharp, musical lilt of someone humming interupts the meeting in the room.

"The traitors," it can't be, "have been taken care of, your highness."

Stock-still and frigid Chishiya stands as you come into view. You look different — it's been three years — a wide, estranged grin on your face as you ignore the blood dripping down your face. Niragi saunters up to you, "the hell happened?"

"Had a knife," you let out an annoyed breath, sweeping at the cut above your eyebrow. "Not a very good one, though."

Hatter's laughter calls everyones attention back his way. His grin is just as wide as yours — just as corrupted and red. "Thank you, [Name]! For your sacrifice, the Beach will live another day."

You simply bow your head before standing with Aguni — the militants, Chishiya remembers.

Tilting his head, the blond secretly looks you over. You'd gotten toned — leg and arm muscles built and presenting themselves nicely in your shorts and shirt. You stood relaxed, surrounded by numerous weapons and threatening figures had no impact on you at all. Maybe you were part of that threatening crowd now — part of the fear that clung to the Beach.

Chishiya wondered if you'd noticed his differences as well — his longer, lighter hair and how he slouched more when he stood. He wondered if you'd even seen him in the first place.

Sharp, animalistic eyes catch his gaze. The lanky, tattooed figure watched him before saying something to the pierced one from before. Chishiya shot his eyes away before either had the chance to see him staring.

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"Seem to have caught the newbies attention." Niragi speaks casually as you roam the hallways. He lets out a snort, rolling his eyes and head until he's looking at Last Boss.

Last Boss grins, "always do."

You curl your nose, swatting away the rifle Niragi holds on his shoulder — it'd bounced your way one too many times. "We had a newbie?"

Standing in disbelief, Last Boss pauses in the middle of the hallway. He looks Niragi's way, mouth parted in shock before he's slowly shaking his head. "[Name], you are..."

"Something," a feminine voice speaks up. The girl is with a crowd of three, her eyes trailing up and down your body slowly. She turns to wink your way as her friends scatter. "Something, truly!"

With a giggle, she's gone.

Before they can comment, a bell is tolled, signaling the time for games. Niragi lets out a huff, following behind as you wrap your arm in Last Boss'. A stranger allowed their attraction for you to overcome their fear for everyone else. You had to be magic.

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You had to be magic.

It was a spade's game, to Chishiya's disinterest. He'd made an acquaintance — Kuina agreed on wanting to leave before Hatter, and had a history of combat. She would be useful in these games — except, they switched games at the last minute.

Chishiya couldn't have regretted it more.

You seemed to be the star of the show, everyone focused on you as your fellow militants grinned ferally. Poser — a four of spades where one player selected was not who they said they were. It should've been a hearts game, maybe diamond.

Said player could only be exposed by the color of their 'blood'.

Everyone was given a heavy, white t-shirt full of paint. Red meant you were human — blue meant you were an imposter. Chishiya gulps at the display in front of him. The red staining your skin wasn't just paint — he looked down apathetically at the two half-concious people who'd taken you on beforehand.

"You." A friend of yours is looking his way, at his pristine, unstained shirt. They tilt their head, "let us see your insides, hm?"

Letting out a huff, you swipe the sweat off of your forehead. Three others have joined you in your battle — think some of these people are actually dead. Standing straight, you see a newer militant cornering someone ahead. Shrugging, you saddle up beside them to help.

Your voice dies in your throat.

Dark, almost empty eyes meet yours and you hold back a gag. They shine sparsely, with disgust, maybe empathy and the smallest hint of regret. Your fist clenches around your trusty knife, praying to it that your voice won't break. "...Chishiya."

He almost jumps when he notices your attention on him. The stray militant has joined into the clump of fighters feet away — it's only the two of you once more. He lets out a breath, "[Name]..."

Your fist connects with his cheek before you can think. Chishiya stumbles back — doesn't have time to guard himself before you're nailing your fists into him once again. Your knees connect to the floor harshly as you go down, following his body as he collapses.

How dare he call you so casually? So lovingly? Your swing misses — Chishiya simply stares up at you. How dare he come into the world — this solace of sorts and destroy the walls you'd built? How dare he — three years later — still linger on your tongue and in your thoughts?

A choked, staggered sob leaves your lips as the voice overhead chimes.

"Game complete!"

Chishiya is still laying on the ground as you stand on wobbling legs. His eyes are half-lidded, hazy as he gazes at you, stock still. The red under his broken nose copies the red bleeding from his shirt. Not the traitor this time, at least.

You let out another sob before turning, grabbing the card and leaving the game.

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a part two is already in the works! have to figure out a definite plot, is all <3 if you’d like to be tagged in this series or any other aib work, let me know!! ♥︎

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[24hlevi]

Can you do a fluff promt #24 on the second list with chishiya? I love that man sm so it would be nice!

thank you so much for requesting! 🫶

also it's literally 5 in the morning i just woke up im sorry if this is terrible

— SAFE WITH YOU

chishiya shuntaro (alice in borderland) x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: fluff prompt ("you're safe here with me. nobody's going to harm you ever again.") from my 2.5k event

warnings: language

after waiting for chishiya outside of the king of diamonds, he appeared to be different. you couldn't pinpoint how exactly, but you were sure that something happened in that game that resulted in him being different towards you, as if he out of nowhere started caring about your opinions and life. the two of you walked in silence as you held the umbrella above both of you due to the rain that was progressively getting worse as time went on.

until he finally spoke.

"what do you think about the value of a human life?"

"what?" you question, turning your head to look over at him.

"i didn't realize it before but, i think of it differently now," he says, looking forward at the buildings.

"what do you mean?" you said, a confused look on your face.

"i mean-"

he was interrupted by a gunshot echoing throughout the city, and when he turned to look at you, you were suddenly on the ground, grasping your side. chishiya's eyes widened ever so slightly as he quickly looked around to see who had fired that shot, and his gaze turned dark when he spotted niragi down the road.

"shit," he cursed under his breath, crouching down beside you. "y/n, y/n, can you hear me?"

"yeah," you nodded, wincing in pain as you held the wound, your eyes closed with your head on the cement.

"i'm going to get you out of here, okay?" he says, a bit of nervousness in his voice you'd never heard before. "c'mon, i'm going to pick you up and we're going to run, alright?"

"okay," you answer, nodding your head again.

chishiya carefully scooped you into his arms, carrying you bridal style and hearing another shot fire. he quickly started running in no particular direction, knowing niragi would follow him, occasionally glancing down at you to make sure you were still alive.

he turned and went into a building, shutting the door behind him and glancing around to see what was in there. an office building. he went down the hall and opened the door to one of the offices, going to the corner and laying you down on the ground.

you had passed out by now, and the blood was seeping through your clothes onto the floor beneath you, and he knew he had to do something fast or else you wouldn't make it. he went through the whole building grabbing items and first aid supplies that would help, and when he returned, he sat in front of you and stared for a moment.

"this is going to sting," he says, putting some rubbing alcohol on a paper towel he found and pressing it onto your wound.

you awoke with a sharp gasp, sitting up and letting out a yelp before chishiya pushed you back down onto your back.

"lay down," he tells you. "i'm trying to make sure you don't die on me."

you laid back down without a response, trying not to think about the words he said to you. this was definitely different. in the whole year you had known this man, he comes out different because of a damned killing game. you don't know what happened in that venue, but you don't really want to know either. you sat in silence as he carefully fixed you up with the limited materials he had gathered in the building, occasionally looking over at him to see how he looked. his eyebrows were furrowed together slightly in focus of stitching the wound closed, and his eyes had a new look in them, one you couldn't quite figure out.

"there, all done," he suddenly speaks, knocking you out of your thoughts.

"thank you," you mutter, slowly sitting up to lean against the wall.

"don't thank me," chishiya shook his head.

leaning your head against the wall, you let out a long sigh. "how much longer do we have to be here?"

"supposedly there's only two more games left," he answered, sitting down next to you. "one is the king of spades, which i've heard is simply a man running around killing all of us."

"great," you mumble. "let's hope he doesn't find us here, then. otherwise i'm done for," you speak quietly.

"don't worry," chishiya shakes his head. "you're safe here with me. nobody's going to harm you ever again."

you look over at him in subtle shock at his words, and judging by his expression, he was shocked by his own words. "thank you," you say quietly.

"don't thank me," he repeats what he said earlier. "i've just come to realize the value of a human life, and you're the most important person in my life."

you almost couldn't believe the words coming from his mouth. was this really happening? did he mean what he was saying, or was he just talking to make you feel better? surely, it couldn't be that. he wouldn't say anything like that in that kind of way. "what are you trying to say?" you ask.

"i love you," he answered.

there it was. the words you had been hoping to hear from him since the day you found yourself in love with him. part of you didn't believe it was possible, knowing the way he was. but, you finally got something good out of this world.

"i love you too."

[thecheshireprincess]

Hot Mess

Niragi x F!Reader

Summary: The Beach is a hot mess tonight, and so are you.

Content Warning: NSFW (18+); porn WITHOUT plot, smutty smut, just smut fr, daddy kink (bc Talia wouldn't be as funny without daddy issues), sex in public, curse words, brief mention of drugs and alcohol

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

A/N: I apologize for this.

Somehow, this story garnered enough interest that I was inspired to start a full collection of stories about this Niragi and Reader. Find the One Look Collection here 💕

Bright lights flashing, bass booming, drinks and drugs flowing. It is the way of The Beach. The temperature is hot and extremely humid tonight, making the air feel sweet and sticky around you. The people of The Beach are out of their minds, the bodies that dared to remain around the pool in this wet heat were dripping in sweat, among other things. The later it got, the more people coupled up and weren't exactly shy about it; the scene was quickly becoming a hot mess, and you were here for it.

You're sat listlessly in Niragi's lap on a luxurious cushioned daybed at the back corner of the pool deck. The man liked to perch himself where he could keep an eye on things. One of his large hands splayed protectively across your bare belly, the other rubbing soothing patterns up and down your thigh, fingers inching closer and closer to where you wanted him most.

You're keeping an eye on things too; it just happens that those things are making you extremely turned on. You are decidedly not immune to the veil of lust that had been blanketed over the resort tonight.

You're already getting desperate, shifting slightly to find some sort of friction. In doing so, you make your boyfriend groan under you and you notice his clothed bulge hardening as you squirm around.

"Easy, baby. Don't start things you can't finish," the man growls in your ear, pressing his tongue against the sweet spot on your neck. The delightful contrast of the warmth from his tongue and the coolness from the metal piercing never ceases to send a shiver down your spine. You nearly moan thinking of somewhere else you'd like to feel it.

A breathy gasp escapes you, grasping some strands of his hair between your fingers as he continues marking your neck before moving on to lick and bite your shoulders. Fuck, you feel on fire.

"Niragi, please," you beg instantly without being prompted for once, needing so much more from the man underneath you. You can feel his smirk against your neck, hearing you beg was one of his favorite things.

"Aww, my good girl, already begging for me. Tell me what you want, babe," he coos, long fingers dipping down provokingly towards your bikini bottoms.

You whine loudly, uninhibited, as his middle finger finds your clit through the fabric of your swimsuit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. "So wet for me, babe, you've soaked through your bathing suit," the man grins earnestly.

"Niragi! Quit teasing, please. I need you," you cry in frustration. It wasn't as though the man hadn't noticed that the entire population seemed to be in a lust filled haze; he just hadn't expected you to be joining them. He is not complaining in the slightest.

His grin spreads further across his already darkened features, he is definitely going to soak in this moment, "You want me to touch you in front of all these people, princess? Let them see how you fall apart on my fingers, hm?" You throw your head back with a heedy a moan at his dirty words, fuck yes you want that.

"Please, baby."

Niragi scans the pool deck once more, knowing that these idiots were not at all paying attention to you, all wrapped up in their own sloppy attempts to get off. A pity, for them; you were gorgeous.

He shifts you in his lap slightly, allowing your head to fall back on his shoulder as he wraps one arm around to hold you up and the other finally plunging into the drenched bottoms of your tiny bikini.

"What a mess you've made, princess," Niragi drawls, his middle and ring fingers gliding easily through your folds. Soaked. It would be easy for the man to notch his cock inside you right now, watching you impale yourself on him. But not yet. Niragi needed to savor this once in a lifetime moment.

He turns his head to look down at your face, eyes wide and doe-like staring up at him, pleading with him to take care of you. He grins wickedly, drinking in this moment. His lips crash down on yours in a fiery kiss, pressing two fingers into your dripping wet heat.

The man swallows your moans, taking the opportunity of a particularly loud one to press his tongue into your mouth. You gratefully accept, loving the way his tongue piercing feels against you, his fingers working you into a frenzy.

When his thumb expertly finds your clit, pressing down on it in tandem with his fingers working through you, you begin to babble incoherently. You won't last long like this, but Niragi doesn't care. He'll rip as many orgasms out of you as you'll give him; it makes his entire body feel warm to be wanted so desperately by you. He pulls away from your sloppy kiss, lips still attached to yours by a string of saliva.

"Feel good, my baby?" He asks, eyes blackened and a hint of teasing in his tone. His fingers curl in the most glorious way, hitting your spongey spot and making your toes curl and head spin.

A sharp whine escapes you, "Feels amazing, Daddy." Your once closed eyes pop open and you bring your hands to cover your mouth with an embarrassed gasp. Where the fuck had that come from? Niragi has frozen too, looking down at you in a way you've never seen him look before. Dangerous, like he is about to devour you whole. Your breath hitches, mental fog lifting a bit to realize that you might have fucked up.

"Say it again," he commands. Your furrow your eyebrows, slightly confused at his request. He yanks his fingers out of your dripping hole, bringing them to his mouth and sucking your arousal off them, charcoal eyes never leaving yours. You whimper at the loss of contact, but extremely turned on by his action.

"Say it again, or I stop touching you," he threatens this time, causing you to whine brattily. "Please Daddy, it feels amazing when you touch me like that," you acquiesce. A guttural rumble deep in Niragi's chest and the twitch of his cock still restrained in his jeans tells you that he loves it. How fun, a new kink.

You take this opportunity to turn around to face your boyfriend and clumsily release his rock hard and leaking member from his pants. Niragi's breath catches in his throat in surprise, it melting into a low groan of pleasure as your soft angelic hands jerk him a couple of times.

He reaches between you to shift your bikini bottoms to the side, lifting your hips, and helping you slide slowly down onto him. You both let out a moan in tandem, his hard cock stretching you so deliciously that your cunt is already fluttering around him.

"Fuck baby girl," Niragi hisses, "You're so tight, squeezing me so much, babe." More whines and mewls escape you hearing how desperate Niragi is for this, for you. You feel your arousal dripping onto his thighs and the cushioning of the daybed.

"Ride Daddy's cock, baby. Take what you need from him," he coos, making you clench further around him. Yes, you think you both love this new kink of yours. Your arms come up to rest on Niragi's shoulders, his hands gripping tightly at your hips. You start slow, lifting your hips until only the tip remains, then sliding all the way back in, feeling his heavy balls slap against you. You want to take your time teasing, but damn it if you aren't already close to your peak again.

You plant your feet on either side of Niragi's hips, using them as leverage to bounce yourself up and down on his cock, tears forming in your eyes at how perfect he felt inside you. You lean down to join your lips once more, allowing your moans of desperation to be caught in each other's mouths.

"Damn it, princess, m'so close already. What have you done to me tonight?" he warns you, making you whine. You don't want this amazing encounter to be over so soon. He brings his hand between you to slip two fingers onto your clit, rubbing quick circles just the way he knows you love it.

You're mesmerized for a few moments by the wet squelching of your arousal, the slapping of your skin against Niragi's, and the gasps and moans emitted from each of you. You wish you could hold onto this moment forever, but your pussy is getting tighter around your boyfriend, and he knows that you'll both be done for soon.

Niragi lifts you easily, expertly keeping his cock inside you as he lays you down on your back. Your legs come to wrap tightly around his waist as he wastes no time rutting into you desperately. He finds the sweet spot on your neck, a mess of teeth and saliva marking you for all to see. His.

If any of them bothered to look up from their own encounters, they'd see just how his you really are; eyes glazed over, lips swollen and covered in saliva, neck littered with bruises of varying shades of green, yellow, and black. But most of all, if they were paying attention, they'd see how your tight pussy drips messily for him now, how you mewl breathily underneath him, begging him to fill you with his warm cum.

"Daddy, please," you beg, so cockdrunk you aren't sure what you're begging for. But Niragi knows what his baby wants. "You want Daddy to fill your pretty pussy, huh, angel? Such a desperate little baby for my cum, aren't you?"

His filthy words combined with his cock driving intensely in and out of your weeping channel causes you to squeal loudly for Niragi, whose eyes shimmer at the prospect of someone, anyone looking over at you. You, who is getting her brains fucked out by him.

"Yes, Daddy please! Fill me up with your cum!" One, two, just three more thrusts sends Niragi over the edge, his balls tightening and letting out a feral groan into your neck. The flood of his hot cum into your womb pulls you over with him, lips and teeth finding his as you ride your highs together. So fucking hot, you think you nearly black out.

It takes some time to come down from that precipice, your breathing evening out over time as Niragi remains pressed on top of you, head resting in the crook of your neck. The man grins against your neck as he feels your pulse calming, one of your hands carding through the strands of his hair soothingly.

"Are you okay, princess?" He asks eventually, shakily pushing himself off of you and pulling out. You nod as you watch him adjust himself and put his cock away, then moving his attention to you.

"You look like a hot mess, baby," he laughs, admiring the way his cum seeps out of you before using two fingers to collect it and push it back in. "Let's get you inside, hm?"

"Okay, Daddy," you agree with a wide smirk.

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

[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]

Loser’s luck

Pairing: Tatta Kodai x female reader (college AU)

Summary: It was supposed to be a one-night stand. When your friends dared you to hook up with one of the so-called “losers” at the bar, you picked Tatta without a second thought—just to prove a point. He was supposed to be a fleeting conquest, a notch on your belt, nothing more. But Tatta, sweet and oblivious as ever, gets the wrong idea. Now, he thinks you’re his girlfriend.

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You know this is a terrible idea. The thought flashes through your mind for the tenth time in as many seconds, but you shove it down and lift your chin, feigning confidence. The bass-thumping college bar around you is packed with rowdy students letting off steam, and at your table your so-called friends are howling with laughter. Niragi’s arm is slung over the back of your chair as he leans in, breath reeking of tequila, a devilish smirk on his pierced lip.

“I dare you,” he drawls loudly over the music, eyes gleaming with mischief, “to hook up with one of the losers at that table.” He jerks his chin toward the booth next to yours, where four people sit chatting quietly. “Prove you’re not all talk, princess.”

You follow Niragi’s gaze. At the adjacent table, a small group is huddled around a half-empty pitcher of beer. They certainly don’t look like the usual crowd you’d go for. You recognize them from around campus: Arisu, the mop-haired gamer guy who’s perpetually glued to his console in the student lounge; Kuina, the athletic girl with a confident grin; Usagi, the rock-climbing club star with bright eyes; and Tatta—the skinny boy in the vintage anime t-shirt, with messy black hair sticking out from under a faded cap. They’re laughing at something Tatta said, completely unaware of the predatory dare that’s just been issued in their direction.

Losers, Niragi called them. You arch a brow and give him a withering look. “Really, Niragi? What are we, twelve?” you retort, taking a swig of your cocktail. The challenge is juvenile, but you can’t ignore the expectant stares of your friends. Especially Niragi’s—he’s practically vibrating with anticipation at the idea of you sullying your reputation by flirting with someone from that table. He thinks you won’t do it.

And that’s exactly why you will.

Setting your drink down, you shoot Niragi a sharp, saccharine smile. “Fine. Hope your wallet’s ready,” you purr, referencing the fifty-dollar bet he’d slyly added to the dare. A chorus of “oooooh!” rises from your group. Niragi’s grin widens in surprise—you’ve never backed down from a dare before, and you’re not about to start now.

You slide off your chair, smoothing your skirt and tossing your hair over your shoulder. With a final roll of your eyes, you saunter toward the neighboring table, hips swaying with calculated confidence. Game on.

As you approach, Arisu is the first to notice you. His conversation with Kuina stalls mid-sentence, eyes widening a fraction. Usagi follows his gaze and cocks her head curiously. But your focus zeroes in on Tatta, who’s busy trying to fish an ice cube out of his drink with a straw, oblivious to your approach.

“Hi,” you chirp, plastering on your most charming smile. Four heads swivel toward you in unison, a mix of confusion and curiosity written on their faces. Up close, you notice Tatta has warm, brown eyes and he’s staring at you like he’s not sure you’re real. Cute.

“Um—h-hello,” Tatta stammers. He glances to either side, as if checking that you aren’t actually greeting someone else. Adorable. This is going to be like taking candy from a baby.

You rest your hand lightly on the back of Tatta’s chair, leaning in just enough to draw his eyes to the neckline of your top. “Sorry to barge in, but my friends and I were about to play darts,” you lie smoothly, “and we need one more person. Think you could help me out?” You bite your lip and tilt your head in a way you know is flattering.

Tatta’s cheeks flush pink. He opens and closes his mouth wordlessly a couple times before managing, “M-me? Really?” His voice cracks on the last syllable. Behind him, Kuina covers a laugh with a fake cough, and Arisu nudges Tatta’s arm, muttering something like “Go on, man.”

You can practically feel Niragi’s triumphant gaze burning into your back from the next table. He must be loving this. Well, you’ll give him a show, alright.

“Yeah, you.” You giggle—actually giggle, a sound you haven’t made in years but know will seal the deal. “Unless you’re too busy here?”

“N-no! Not busy!” Tatta blurts, almost tipping over his glass in his haste to stand. He’s tall and gangly when he unfolds himself from the booth, nearly tripping over Kuina’s foot. You steady him with a hand on his arm. He’s surprisingly solid under the loose flannel shirt he’s wearing.

“Great,” you beam, sliding your hand down his forearm to lace your fingers with his. His palm is a little sweaty, but he’s too stunned to notice—or pull away. “This way.”

You lead Tatta away, throwing a quick wink over your shoulder at his friends. Usagi is watching with an amused grin, and Arisu gives Tatta an encouraging thumbs-up. Kuina mouths “Good luck” at him and cackles. They all seem pleasantly surprised that their friend has suddenly caught the attention of a random girl at the bar. If only they knew.

Poor guy, you think fleetingly as you tug him through the crowd. He’s practically glowing, face lit up with a goofy smile as he follows you. He has no idea he’s just a pawn in a dumb dare. For a split second, a tiny pang of guilt pricks at your chest. But you shove it aside—he’ll get a fun night out of this, at least. You’ll make sure of that. Then you’ll both move on. No harm, no foul.

At the dart boards, Niragi and a couple of your girlfriends are waiting, barely containing their laughter. You ignore their smug faces and hand Tatta a dart. “Ever played?” you ask sweetly, stepping closer than necessary.

Tatta swallows hard. “Uh, a f-few times.” He glances at Niragi and the others, seemingly noticing their barely hidden snickers. His smile falters uncertainly. He might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he can probably sense something’s up.

Time to crank up the charm before he starts thinking too hard.

You place a hand on his back, leaning in under the pretense of lining up a shot. “Here, let me help,” you coo. Tatta stiffens as your body presses lightly against his side. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Niragi waggling his eyebrows obnoxiously. You pointedly ignore him.

“Just aim right for the middle,” you murmur. Tatta turns his head to respond—finding his face inches from yours. He freezes, eyes wide behind his glasses. For a moment, you wonder if you overdid it. But then his gaze dips to your lips, and you know you’ve got him.

The rest of the game goes almost too easily. A few rounds of darts (during which Tatta is so distracted by you that he nearly impales Niragi’s ear with a throw—much to your secret delight). A couple more drinks. Some shameless flirting on your part—light touches on his arm, laughter at his corny jokes, a bold whisper in his ear about how impressed you are by his dart skills. Each gesture makes Tatta blush harder and stammer more. It’s actually kind of…endearing, in a helpless puppy kind of way.

When Niragi and your girlfriends disappear to get another round, you seize the opportunity for the coup de grâce. Standing on your tiptoes, you murmur to Tatta over the din, “Wanna get out of here? Maybe somewhere quieter… just us?” You let your fingers trail lightly along the waist of his jeans, tugging playfully at a belt loop.

Tatta practically chokes on air. “I—um—Yes! I mean, sure, if you want—” he babbles, eyes sparkling with disbelief and excitement. He really never expected a girl to come on to him this hard, you realize. The thought is both pitiful and strangely cute.

“Great,” you purr, feeling oddly triumphant. Behind you, Niragi is too busy doing a celebratory shot to notice you and Tatta slipping toward the exit. You cast one last glance back at your table. Niragi catches your eye and gives you an exaggerated thumbs-up, mouthing, “Atta girl.” You roll your eyes but smirk. He’s going to owe you fifty bucks, and you get a little fun for the night. Everybody wins.

Except, maybe, the clueless boy at your side—but he’ll be fine. He’ll have a story to brag about to his buddies tomorrow.

As you emerge into the cool night air outside the bar with Tatta’s hand still firmly in yours, you toss your hair and let out a small laugh. “My place isn’t far,” you say innocently, as if you haven’t already decided exactly how this night is going to end. Tatta nods enthusiastically, sticking close to your side as you lead the way down the moonlit street.

He’s adorably nervous on the walk. He chatters about nothing—the cool retro arcade near campus, a funny meme he saw, how he usually doesn’t go out drinking on Fridays but Arisu dragged him along. You just smile and hum in the right places, not really listening. You’re more focused on how easy this turned out to be. Honestly, it almost takes the fun out of it. Niragi’s going to have to come up with a tougher challenge next time if he wants to really embarrass you.

Still, as Tatta continues rambling, you find yourself…not minding it. His voice is kind of nice in a dorky way, and there’s an earnestness in how he talks. It’s clear he’s just trying to fill the silence so you won’t get bored. He’s actually trying to impress me, you realize with a faint smile. Most guys you hook up with only talk about themselves. Tatta keeps asking you questions—What classes are you taking? Do you like video games? Did you see that new superhero movie? You dodge most of them with flirtatious non-answers, and he doesn’t press when you give vague replies, just looks happy you’re engaging at all.

Before you know it, you’re at your apartment door. The night’s blurred pleasantly by alcohol and adrenaline. You fumble out your keys. “Here we are,” you announce softly.

Tatta hovers a step behind, hands jammed in his pockets, rocking on his heels. “You, um, you have a nice place,” he offers, peeking into your living room after you both kick off your shoes. You just chuckle—he hasn’t even seen it in daylight, but sure, flatter me.

“Thanks.” You close the door and toss your keys aside. The click of the lock is like a starting gun: Tatta turns toward you and you step into him at the same time. Your hands slide up around his neck, fingers brushing the hair at his nape. He inhales sharply, eyes searching yours. For one brief second, you see uncertainty there—like he can’t believe this is really happening.

You give him a reassuring smile, far gentler than any you flashed at the bar. “You can kiss me now,” you whisper.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Tatta leans down, and you meet him halfway, your lips pressing together. The kiss starts sweet and clumsy—his nose bumps yours, and he lets out a nervous little laugh against your mouth. You smirk and take the lead, moving your lips more firmly, showing him you want this. That’s all the encouragement he needs. With an eager sigh, Tatta wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you back with a heart-melting sincerity, as if he’s pouring all of his pent-up hopes into the act.

It’s…nice. Nicer than you expected.

Focus, you remind yourself as a pesky flutter warms your chest. You deepen the kiss, tugging him toward the couch, determined to make this a night he (and your friends) won’t forget.

After all, come tomorrow, it’ll be like none of this ever happened. Right?

The next morning sunlight slants through your window, landing directly on your face and rudely yanking you out of a dreamless sleep. You groan, squinting at the harsh light. Ugh, my head… Perhaps those last two cocktails were a mistake.

As you stretch, you become acutely aware of several things at once: you’re in your bed, distinctly not alone. There’s a heavy arm draped over your midsection, and a very real, very warm body cuddled up against your back. An arm that is definitely not yours tightens slightly, pulling you closer against a solid chest. You hear soft breathing, and then a contented sigh.

Memory floods back in disjointed flashes: Your daring, seductive grin; Tatta’s shy smile; clothes strewn hastily across your living room; a blur of heated kisses and whispered encouragements; and later, an arm around your waist as you drifted off, surprisingly comfortable and cozy.

Oh. Oh. Right.

Eyes snapping fully open, you hold your breath, trying to carefully peel Tatta’s arm off without waking him. Maybe you can slip out, avoid the awkward morning-after conversation entirely. You’ve done it before. Just a one-night stand—no strings, no drama.

But as you gently lift his arm, attempting to slide out from under it, the human limpet attached to you only snuggles closer. “Mmmph…” Tatta mumbles groggily. To your horror, he nuzzles his face into the back of your neck. “So comfy…” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep.

You freeze. Is he… cuddling me?

For a second, you’re too stunned to move. Hardly any guy you’ve hooked up with even stayed the night, let alone cuddled. In fact, you usually prefer they don’t. Less messy that way. So you’re not exactly sure how to handle this unexpected, affectionate clinginess.

Annoyance flickers through you, bolstering your resolve. Alright Casanova, time to wake up and go, you think, steeling yourself. You carefully pry his arm off and scoot to the edge of the bed. This time, you manage to sit up and place your feet on the floor. Step one of Operation Escape: complete.

Before you can rise, though, a gentle hand closes around your wrist. “Hey,” comes Tatta’s voice, soft and still a little drowsy. You glance back to find him blinking up at you with a bleary smile. His hair is sticking out in all directions and his cheek has a faint red mark from where it was pressed against your pillow. The sight is—dare you admit it?—kind of cute.

“Hey,” you reply, awkwardly lingering at the bed’s edge, one wrist still in his grasp. Now that he’s looking at you, you realize with a flush that you’re very naked under the covers. You clutch the sheet to your chest with your free hand, suddenly self-conscious. Usually, you’d confidently strut to the bathroom or kick the guy out without a second thought. But Tatta’s earnest gaze is throwing you off.

“Morning,” he says, voice warming with each passing second of wakefulness. “I, um… I didn’t dream that, right? Last night…you and me…?” He trails off, cheeks pinking as if the memories alone might be too bold to say out loud.

You force a breezy smile. “No dream,” you confirm. “Last night was real.” And it was fun, you don’t add, because you’re not sure why the words stick in your throat. Instead, you clear it and add lightly, “But, you know, it was just a… just a casual thing.”

It’s your practiced routine: keep it casual, set the expectation that this was a one-time deal. Most guys get the hint quick.

Tatta tilts his head, still smiling in that disarmingly genuine way. “Casual…” he echoes, as if tasting the word. Then he sits up, holding the sheet modestly around his waist. “Well, I feel great,” he offers, running a hand through his messy hair. “I mean, last night was…wow.” He laughs a little, a giddy, joyful sound. “Never in a million years thought I’d meet someone like you at a bar dart game. I’m really glad I went out.” His eyes meet yours, warm and unguarded.

You feel a twinge of something like guilt, so you stand up abruptly, wrapping the sheet around yourself like a toga. “Yeah, well, you got lucky,” you say flippantly, trying to regain control of the situation. Moving around the room, you gather random pieces of your clothing from the floor. There’s your top slung over your desk lamp, your skirt somehow ended up on the doorknob… And where the hell are your—

“Oh! Here.” Tatta reaches down beside the bed and comes up with your panties dangling from his finger. Your face flames as he quickly averts his gaze and offers them out to you, his own ears turning red. “Sorry, I, uh, think these got tossed my way last night,” he says sheepishly.

You snatch them, your cool-girl composure momentarily cracked. “Thanks,” you mutter, avoiding his eyes. God, this is awkward. Why is this awkward? You’ve done this a hundred times. Well, maybe not a hundred, but enough that you have a routine. So why is your heart doing a weird skip thing in your chest?

Probably the hangover.

In the safety of the bathroom, you splash water on your face and get dressed in record time. You stare at yourself in the mirror as you tame your hair, giving yourself a silent pep talk. Okay. Deep breath. Just get him out of here gently, then you can move on with your life. No need to feel bad—he wanted it too, right? He certainly seemed to enjoy himself. And who knows, maybe you made his semester.

You nod at your reflection, squaring your shoulders. When you emerge, Tatta is off the bed and has pulled on his jeans. He’s clumsily buttoning his wrinkled shirt—inside out. You stifle the urge to laugh. It’s almost cute how not slick he is.

“Coffee?” he asks brightly when he notices you, as if this is the most normal morning-after scenario in the world. You blink, realizing he’s holding two mugs—one in each hand. The rich scent hits you a second later. At some point while you were in the bathroom, he went to your kitchen and actually made coffee.

He steps forward, offering you one of the mugs with a hopeful smile. “I, uh, didn’t know how you take it, so I left it black. There’s sugar or milk if you want, I can grab—”

“No, it’s fine.” You accept the cup, staring at him like he just sprouted a second head. None of your previous flings ever voluntarily made you coffee. Hell, most of them bolted before breakfast or at least took the hint when you rushed them out. This… this is new.

Tatta beams when you take a sip. It’s strong and a little bitter (guess he didn’t find the good creamer in your fridge), but it’s oddly warming. Or maybe that’s just because he’s looking at you like you hung the stars for him. You cough and gesture vaguely. “So, um, about last night—”

“Yeah,” he interrupts, rubbing the back of his neck. “I had a really great time.” There’s a rosy tint on his cheeks, but he’s earnest. “I was thinking…maybe we could do something tonight? Like, go see a movie or grab dinner? My treat this time.”

Your brain stutters to a halt. Tonight? As in… he wants to meet again? You were expecting a graceful exit here, not an ask for a date.

“Oh—Tatta, that’s sweet, but you really don’t have to—” you begin, ready to let him down easy. You appreciate that he’s being nice, but clearly he’s misreading what this was.

He barrels on, mistaking your hesitation for uncertainty rather than rejection. “Or if tonight’s too soon, I’m free tomorrow. Or, I mean, I’m free most days, I can work around your schedule. I’d love to take you out properly.”

You open your mouth, then close it. He’s standing there, hair still messy, shirt on wrong, looking at you with such hope. Damn it. Why do his eyes have to be so warm and puppy-like? And why do you suddenly feel like the jerk for not wanting to “date” him?

Because you are the jerk, a guilty voice at the back of your mind supplies. You used him for a dare, remember? He doesn’t know that, of course, but still.

Your resolve wavers, just for a second. Maybe…maybe one dinner wouldn’t hurt? You could break it off after, gently. At least he won’t feel completely used.

Since when do you care about sparing feelings? another part of you hisses. You shake your head slightly. No, you need to rip this off like a band-aid, now. Clean break.

You put down the coffee mug on your dresser, hoping he doesn’t notice that your hand is trembling ever so slightly. “Tatta,” you begin slowly, choosing your words. “Last night was… really fun. But I’m not looking for anything serious, you know? It was just one night.”

He blinks, clearly not processing. “One night…? But—” He frowns in confusion, and you prepare for the awkwardness to intensify. “But we slept together,” he says, as if that explains everything.

You nod, forcing a chuckle. “Yeah, we did. And it was great. But that doesn’t automatically make us…” you gesture between the two of you, “…a thing.”

The hurt that flashes in his eyes is quickly masked, but you catch it. He looks like a puppy that just got kicked. “Oh,” he says quietly. “I… I thought we really hit it off.”

You resist the urge to fidget under his earnest stare. This is the part you hate—the disappointment, sometimes even anger. But better now than letting him think there’s a future.

“We did,” you say gently. Why are you being so gentle? Usually you’d just shrug and say C’est la vie. “It’s just… sometimes people hook up and move on. No hard feelings. It’s college, right? We had fun, and now…” you trail off, hoping he fills in the blank with we go back to our lives. You give a half-hearted smile.

Tatta’s brows knit together like he’s working through a complicated math problem. “So… you don’t want to see me again?” he asks, the simple, blunt phrasing making you wince.

It sounds awfully cruel when he puts it like that. You open your mouth to confirm, to say sorry, but no, maybe toss out the classic “It’s not you, it’s me” if needed. But the words die on your tongue.

He’s not accusing or angry. He just looks… sad. And incredibly sincere. “I really like you,” he continues softly before you can respond. “I haven’t met anyone like you before. Last night was amazing, not just because, um, you know.” He blushes but presses on, “But because you actually talked to me… listened to me. You laughed at my jokes.” He gives a tiny, almost shy smile at the memory, and you feel something twist in your chest. Was it really that big a deal? You were just playing along… but to him, it clearly meant something.

Tatta takes a step closer, and you suddenly realize how much taller he is; you had him slouched under your arm all last night, but standing here now he’s a good head above you. It’s not intimidating though—nothing about him is. It’s… warm. Comforting.

“I’d like to get to know you more,” he says earnestly. “I promise I’ll make it worth your time. I can— I mean, I’m not rich or anything, but I know this great little diner off campus, and they have the best milkshakes. Or if you’d rather do something else—”

He’s rambling, nervous, desperate to convince you. You should stop him, cut it off. This is the moment. Say no.

But what comes out is: “A diner, huh?”

Your voice sounds foreign to your own ears—half bemused, half curious. He stops mid-ramble, eyes lighting up a fraction. “Yeah! Sunshine Diner? It’s open 24/7, and their chocolate banana milkshake changed my life,” he says, seizing the opening to continue. “We could go tomorrow morning for brunch? Or anytime! Whatever works for you.”

Your brain is short-circuiting. Why are you even considering this? You don’t do dates. You certainly don’t do corny diners and milkshakes. You’re supposed to be telling him to leave.

And yet… the thought of him leaving right now, with that crestfallen face, makes your chest feel uncomfortably tight. Maybe you just don’t want to be the bad guy. That’s it. You’re just avoiding feeling like garbage by kicking out the sweetest guy on the planet after sleeping with him. Right?

“Tomorrow… could work,” you hear yourself say slowly.

Tatta’s face breaks into a dazzling smile, and despite your inner turmoil, you have to admit that smile is something to behold. Pure, unfiltered happiness. Because of you. When was the last time someone looked at you like that?

“Really? Great! Tomorrow then,” he beams. “I can meet you on campus? Or pick you up here? Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“Uh, campus is fine,” you reply, and then add quickly, “But just as…you know, as friends getting brunch. Don’t think this means anything yet.” You need to set some boundary before this gets out of hand. Your tone comes out harsher than intended, a last-ditch effort to maintain your tough-girl wall.

“Friends,” Tatta echoes, unfazed. He nods a bit too eagerly. “Sure, friends.” But the grin on his face doesn’t dim one bit. You get the sense he’s agreeing just to please you and still internally celebrating I’ve got a date!.

Before you can reconsider (because God, part of you is already wondering if this is a huge mistake), you usher Tatta to the door. “I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow then,” you say, opening it.

He looks at you for a moment, an affectionate sort of softness in his gaze that you’re not accustomed to receiving. Then, to your surprise, he dips down and presses a quick, gentle kiss to your cheek. It’s over before you can react, leaving a warm spot on your skin.

“Thank you,” he says quietly, almost like he’s thanking you for more than just the night. “I’ll text you, okay?”

You nod dumbly. Words have officially failed you. With a little wave, Tatta heads down the hallway of your apartment building, whistling cheerfully. You stand frozen in your doorway watching his retreating figure until he disappears around the stairwell corner.

Only then do you shut the door and lean against it, sheet still wrapped around you like a lifeline. What the hell just happened?

You just agreed to a brunch date with the very guy you intended to one-night-stand and kick to the curb. The same guy you essentially seduced on a dare for fifty bucks and bragging rights. You should be storming back into your friend group chat with triumphant emojis, collecting Niragi’s money and laughing this whole thing off. Instead, you’re standing here touching your cheek like a lovesick fool where a sweet, undeserved kiss lingers.

“This was not the plan,” you mutter to yourself, sinking your teeth into your lower lip. Not at all.

Later that day, you nearly convince yourself that brunch tomorrow is just a fluke—one last hurrah before you gently let Tatta down and move on. You even text Niragi to rub in your victory (and to distract yourself): Where’s my $50, loser? He responds with a string of impressed-and-dismayed emojis and a voice memo of him groaning dramatically about how he can’t believe you “actually went through with it.” You smirk, but your heart’s not fully in it. Normally you’d relish describing in detail how you bagged your target, but you find yourself oddly…protective of the previous night. You give Niragi only the barest of details, saying you’d rather tell it in person later. Niragi tries to call you for more juice, but you let it ring. You’re too busy overthinking.

Evening rolls around, and you’re strolling through campus heading to the library (you have an assignment due Monday that you’ve procrastinated on). The air is crisp, the sky a deepening orange. You take a shortcut across the courtyard by the science building, when you spot a familiar lanky figure sitting on a bench, hunched over a notebook.

Tatta.

You instinctively slow your pace. He hasn’t seen you yet. He’s scribbling something, headphones on, nodding slightly to whatever music he’s listening to. The setting sun casts a golden halo around him. This is a chance to back away unnoticed, to avoid an awkward pre-brunch encounter. You take a step behind a tree, almost ready to retreat.

But something makes you pause. Maybe it’s the memory of his smile this morning, or the lingering guilt gnawing at you. You find yourself curious what he’s like when he’s not nervously trying to impress a girl. Just… Tatta being Tatta.

As if sensing your eyes on him, Tatta suddenly looks up and spots you half-hidden behind the tree. He blinks in surprise, then breaks into a delighted grin. He pulls off his headphones, tucking them around his neck. “Hey!” he calls out, waving you over enthusiastically.

Well, too late to duck out now. Plastering on a neutral expression, you approach. “Hey, Tatta.”

He scoots to the side of the bench, making room. “What’re you doing here?” he asks brightly. You notice he’s still wearing that same style of graphic tee (today’s features some retro game logo) under an unbuttoned hoodie. It’s kind of charmingly consistent.

“Heading to the library,” you reply, gesturing to your bag. “Thought I’d get some work done.”

“On a Friday night?” He gives a low whistle. “Diligent. I should probably be doing that too.” He closes the notebook he was writing in, and you catch a glimpse of sketches—are those cartoon cars? You recall from some campus chatter that he’s a mechanical engineering student, or was it automotive tech? Figures he’d be doodling engines or something.

“What about you?” you ask, curious despite yourself. “What’re you up to out here?”

“Ah.” Tatta holds up the notebook a little sheepishly. “Just writing some ideas down. I volunteer at the auto club’s workshop, and I had an idea for a custom part I want to build. Sometimes inspiration strikes at weird times, you know?”

You don’t really know—tinkering with cars is foreign to you—but the way his eyes light up while he talks is…nice. He’s not self-conscious at all now, unlike last night. He’s in his element, even if that element is just brainstorming alone on a bench. There’s an ease to him that you didn’t notice before.

You catch yourself almost smiling and quickly reel it back. “Sounds cool,” you say politely. Then you clear your throat. “So, um, about tomorrow—”

He sits up straighter, attention snapping fully to you. “Yes! I’m excited. I was thinking, after we eat, there’s this retro arcade nearby… but only if you want! No pressure.” He adds the last part hastily, as if worried he’s assuming too much.

Retro arcade? The typical you would scoff at such a dorky date idea. But an inconvenient mental image pops up: Tatta at a claw machine, earnestly trying to win you a stuffed animal or something equally corny. And weirdly… it’s not horrifying. It’s… kind of sweet?

You internally curse and shove that thought away. Focus. You’re here to manage expectations. “Actually, about that… Look, Tatta, I need to be upfront.” You steel yourself, speaking firmly but not unkindly. “I’m… not really a relationship person. I kind of do my own thing, you know? Last night was awesome, but I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me and you.”

Tatta listens, nodding slowly. But then he asks, “Why not?” with genuine confusion.

You falter. “Why not… what?”

“Why not me and you? I mean, I know it’s fast, but we clicked, didn’t we?” His tone is innocent, but his eyes search yours like he’s truly trying to understand. “We had fun, we’re going to hang out more… isn’t that how things start?”

You’re not used to this kind of earnest, straightforward reasoning. It would be almost childlike if it weren’t coming from a grown college guy. People usually dance around like this or ghost each other. No one just asks point blank.

“Usually, I… I don’t start anything. I stop it,” you admit, crossing your arms defensively. “It’s just easier that way.”

Tatta tilts his head. “Easier to not get close to people?”

You bristle. “Look, I just don’t do the dating thing, okay? Call it personal policy.”

He’s quiet for a moment, then gives a small shrug and a smile. “Well, policies can change. Mine used to be ‘I’ll never get a girlfriend’ and, well…” He blushes slightly but looks at you with a soft, unwavering hope. “I’d like to change that one.”

For a second, you’re speechless. Did he just indirectly call you his girlfriend already? This guy… It’s infuriating how he can say something so bold and sweet in the same breath, completely unaware of how it makes your heart do a weird flip.

You run a hand through your hair, exasperated. “You’re not even listening. I’m trying to tell you I’m not girlfriend material. I’m mean, remember? I’m not nice like…” you gesture vaguely, “like other girls. I might hurt your feelings. I’m probably no good for you.”

Tatta stands up from the bench, and now you have to tilt your head up to meet his eyes. He’s still smiling, but it’s gentler now. “You don’t seem mean to me,” he says simply.

You almost laugh. “Oh, trust me, I can be. I was last night, if you haven’t realized.” The dare, the manipulation—it’s on the tip of your tongue to confess, weirdly. Maybe if you tell him the truth he’ll finally get it and walk away.

But he just shakes his head. “Last night you were confident and fun and…” He blushes deeper, but keeps eye contact. “And incredibly beautiful. You could’ve chosen any guy in that bar to spend time with, but you chose me. That meant a lot.”

Your throat constricts. He has no idea the real reason you picked him, and here he is thanking his lucky stars, basically. It feels like too much. You didn’t earn this admiration—hell, you basically tricked him. If he knew, he’d probably never want to see you again, and maybe that’d be for the best.

You’re on the verge of spilling everything, just to shatter that pedestal he’s put you on, when a loud voice interrupts: “Oi, lovebirds!”

You turn to see Niragi strolling across the courtyard toward you, hands in his leather jacket pockets, black hair disheveled and that perpetual arrogant grin on his face. Oh, fantastic. Just what you need.

Tatta looks puzzled at first, but then you see recognition flash in his eyes. “Oh, hey, you’re the guy from last night,” he says, friendly as ever. “Niragi, right? Part of…” he glances at you, “…your friend group.” He obviously remembers Niragi from the darts game and probably the dare context (though maybe not that it was a dare).

Niragi saunters up, eyeing Tatta with a predatory gleam. “Well, if it isn’t Romeo,” he sneers lightly. “I see you survived the night.” Niragi gives you a pointed look and a smirk. “Didn’t chew him up and spit him out yet, huh?” he teases.

Your stomach drops. Niragi might as well have swung a sledgehammer into the subtlety wall. You send him a death glare, silently willing him to shut up. “Don’t you have somewhere to be, Niragi?” you say through gritted teeth.

He ignores you, eyes still fixed on Tatta like a cat toying with a mouse. “Gotta hand it to you, man. You must have some serious hidden game to land this one.” He claps a hand on Tatta’s shoulder, making him wince slightly at the force. “Though I’m sure she told you all about why she picked you, eh?” Niragi adds, his tone viciously playful.

Tatta frowns in confusion, looking between you and Niragi. “Why she picked me…?” he echoes.

Your heart lurches. “Niragi. Don’t,” you warn sharply. Panic flares in your chest. This is exactly what you didn’t want—Tatta finding out about the dare. Not like this. Not from Niragi’s cruel mouth.

Niragi just snickers. “What, you haven’t told him, princess? That it was all a big—”

Without thinking, you step forward and shove Niragi back, breaking his grip on Tatta’s shoulder. Niragi staggers, caught off guard. “Back off,” you snap, positioning yourself almost defensively in front of Tatta.

Tatta places a tentative hand on your arm. “Hey, it’s okay,” he says quietly. He misreads the situation entirely, thinking Niragi’s just being a typical jerk. “No need to fight.”

But Niragi’s eyes flick down to that touch, and his grin grows. “Aw, he’s protective of you. How sweet.” He wipes an imaginary tear. “Never thought I’d see the day you’d have him as a guard dog.”

“That’s enough!” you bark. You can feel Tatta’s confused gaze on the back of your neck, but you don’t dare turn. Your face is hot with anger and shame. Niragi is your friend, sure, but right now you’d gladly throttle him. “Go to hell, Niragi.”

He raises his hands in mock surrender, an infuriating chuckle escaping. “Alright, alright. I’ll leave you two alone.” He backs up, but not without a parting shot: “Just remember what I said, Tatta. Ask her why, sometime.” He winks conspiratorially at Tatta, then strides off, whistling a tune.

Silence hangs in the air once Niragi disappears. Slowly, you turn to face Tatta. His expression is worried, brows furrowed. “What was that about?” he asks gently. “What did he mean?”

Your mouth goes dry. This is it. You should tell him. This is your out—be honest, let the chips fall. If he hates you, if you lose that sunshine smile of his… well, you’ve been trying to push him away anyway, right?

But when you meet Tatta’s eyes, there’s no accusation there. No suspicion. Just concern for you. He reaches up as if to touch your cheek, then hesitates. “Are you okay? You look upset.”

That simple display of care just wrecks your resolve. You can’t do it. You can’t crush him with the knowledge that all this was born from a cruel joke. Not when he’s looking at you like that.

You take a shaky breath. “I’m fine. Niragi’s just being an ass.” Technically true. “He…he thinks he can scare you off. He’s overprotective in the worst way.” Also sort of true, though “overprotective” isn’t exactly Niragi’s motive.

Tatta’s face clears in understanding, and he surprises you by laughing softly. “Oh, is that all? I’m not scared. I mean, he’s a little intense, but I can handle a jerk.” He smiles and adds, “I did almost hit him with a dart, remember?”

You let out a breathy laugh, grateful he’s not pressing further. “Yeah. You nearly pierced his ear. I was pretty impressed.”

He brightens at your laughter, and before you know it, his hand gently finds yours. Right there in the middle of campus, he laces your fingers together, his thumb rubbing a small, soothing circle on the back of your hand. It’s such a natural, sweet gesture that it steals your breath for a moment.

“We should probably get going,” he says. “You’ve got studying to do, and I should get home. But…” He hesitates, then gives your hand a tiny squeeze. “Are we still on for tomorrow?”

You look down at your joined hands. You, the campus ice queen (as some have called you behind your back), holding hands with Tatta, one of the so-called misfits. If any of your friends saw—hell, if you saw, a day ago—you’d think the world had flipped upside down.

And yet, standing here, it feels… okay. More than okay, it feels kind of nice. His hand is warm and enveloping around yours, anchoring you.

You glance up and catch Tatta watching you with that hopeful vulnerability. He’s clearly bracing himself in case you say no.

A small, genuine smile finds its way to your lips before you can stop it. “Yeah,” you hear yourself say softly. “We’re still on.”

He grins, relief and happiness evident. “Great! I can’t wait.”

You give his hand a quick squeeze back (when did you start doing these cutesy gestures willingly?) and withdraw yours, conscious of not wanting to linger too long and give him the wrong idea—whatever that is at this point. “Text me the time to meet,” you say, trying to sound casual. “I’ll be there.”

“I will!” Tatta rocks on his heels, looking like he’s resisting the urge to hug you or something. Instead, he settles for a wave. “See ya tomorrow… and good luck with the studying tonight.”

“Thanks,” you murmur, and you mean it.

As he jogs off, you watch for a moment. There’s a noticeable spring in his step. You exhale slowly, feelings a jumble in your chest. You’re in so deep now, and you’re not sure how to climb out—or if you even want to anymore.

One thing is certain: he’s got you completely off your game.

Sunday morning finds you standing outside Sunshine Diner, the retro neon sign buzzing faintly above your head. You tug at the hem of your sweater nervously. Yes, nervously. You. Nervous about a brunch date. Who’d have thought?

You spot Tatta before he sees you: he’s waiting by the entrance, hands in his pockets, shifting from foot to foot. When he catches sight of you, he breaks into an excited wave.

You inhale, fix what you hope is a neutral, not overly eager expression on your face, and walk over. “Hey,” you greet.

“Hi!” He looks absurdly happy that you showed up (as if there was a chance you wouldn’t—well, to be fair, you considered it). “I got us a booth, hope that’s okay. The lady inside said it’ll be a few minutes wait.”

“Sure.” You fall in step beside him as you both head in. The diner is just as retro as promised—checkered floors, red vinyl booths, a jukebox in the corner playing an old pop song. It’s almost empty at this hour, just a couple of elderly patrons and a tired-looking waitress.

You slide into the booth Tatta points out, and he sits opposite you, picking up the sticky laminated menu. “You have to try the banana chocolate milkshake,” he says immediately, eyes dancing. “It really did change my life.”

You smirk, relaxing a fraction at his dorky enthusiasm. “That good, huh? Alright, I’ll bite. One life-changing milkshake.”

He grins and flags down the waitress to place your orders (two milkshakes and a stack of pancakes to share). As she leaves, an awkward pause settles. You drum your fingers on the table, suddenly unsure what to talk about. This isn’t the bar with loud music and dares to spur you. This is… a real date.

Thankfully, Tatta fills the silence. “So, um, I know you said you’re not a big gamer, but have you ever been to that arcade I mentioned? It’s got all these classic games—Pac-Man, Street Fighter, even those dance ones.”

You shake your head. “Can’t say I have. I’m usually… busy with other stuff.” Partying, hooking up, avoiding commitments—take your pick. Not that you’ll say that.

“No worries. Maybe we can go sometime, if you’re interested,” he says, then quickly adds, “Or not! No pressure. It’s just fun and silly.”

He’s so nervous about overstepping that you actually find yourself wanting to put him at ease. “You know what? That could be fun,” you hear yourself say. “I could use some…silliness.”

Tatta’s face lights up like a kid on Christmas. “Really? Awesome. I bet I could teach you a few moves on Dance Dance Revolution,” he jokes, wiggling his shoulders in a little seated dance that makes you snort.

“You assume I have no rhythm?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, I remember your rhythm.” Tatta blushes the second the bold statement leaves his lips, and your own cheeks heat up recalling how very up-close and personal he got to witness your… moves. “I-I mean—” he stammers, looking mortified.

You burst out laughing, unable to help it. “Wow, Tatta. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

He covers his face with one hand, groaning. “I swear that sounded way smoother in my head.”

Still chuckling, you reach across the table and gently tug his hand away from his embarrassed face. “It’s fine. I walked into that one.” That simple bit of contact—your hand on his—lingers longer than it should before you pull away. Both of you notice, falling quiet for a beat, shy smiles ghosting your lips.

The milkshakes arrive, mercifully interrupting the moment before it can get too heavy. You take a sip of the frothy concoction through a striped straw, and your eyes widen. “Oh, wow.”

Tatta’s already halfway through a big gulp of his. “Good, right?” he says, licking a bit of whipped cream off his upper lip. Focus, you chide yourself, realizing you were staring at his mouth.

You clear your throat. “Not bad at all.” It’s actually divine, but you’re not going to feed his ego too much. Still, your more genuine tone doesn’t escape him.

“I’m glad you like it,” he says softly. “I was hoping you would.”

And there it is again, that earnest sweetness that keeps throwing you off balance. You busy yourself by cutting into the pancake stack that just arrived. “So,” you ask between bites, “besides cars and video games, what else are you into? What’s Tatta’s grand life plan?”

He laughs. “Grand might be an overstatement. I’m just trying to get through college and see what happens. I really do love working with cars, though. Maybe I’ll open up my own garage someday, or work for a big automotive company. What about you? What’s your major again?”

You tell him, and to your surprise, he listens with genuine interest as you find yourself talking about your classes, your maybe-maybe-not plans for after graduation. You hadn’t expected to divulge that much, but he’s easy to talk to when you let your guard down—like talking to an old friend who actually cares.

Halfway through brunch, you realize you’re… enjoying yourself. Like, a lot. Laughing, talking, even flirting a little. And none of it feels forced. Tatta is ridiculously easy to be around once you stop worrying about what anyone else might think.

Outside the diner, the late morning sun is shining bright. Tatta insists on picking up the tab (“You can pay next time,” he said, as if assuming there’d be a next time—and for once, you didn’t bristle at that). You both step out, and he stretches his arms over his head, content. “Man, I am stuffed.”

“Me too. Those pancakes were killer,” you agree, feeling pleasantly full. There’s a comfortable silence as you walk a few steps together on the sidewalk. You should probably say goodbye now, go back to your Sunday. But you find yourself lingering.

Tatta turns to you, rocking on his heels, looking like he wants to say something. He fiddles with the strap of his watch, nervous. “I had a really great time,” he says finally. “Like, one of the best mornings I’ve had in… well, ever.”

Your heart does a stupid little flip. “It was… surprisingly fun,” you admit with a tiny smirk. “I’ll give the milkshake partial credit.”

He laughs, then takes a small step closer. The playful mood softens into something more tender as he reaches up to brush a strand of hair away from your face. You hold still, caught in the moment. His hand lingers at the side of your neck, thumb gently caressing your jaw in a way that sends warmth blooming through you.

“I’d really like to kiss you right now,” he whispers, gaze flickering to your lips and back to your eyes, seeking permission. Always so considerate.

Your instinct is to toss out a snarky retort to diffuse the sudden rush of butterflies in your stomach, but instead, you find yourself whispering back, “Then go ahead.”

Tatta doesn’t need to be told twice. He leans in, and you meet him halfway, lips fitting together in a kiss that’s soft and unhurried. This kiss is different from the ones you shared last night in the heat of lust. It’s sweet and gentle, full of unspoken feelings that have been quietly growing between you. You sigh into it, your hands finding their way to the front of his hoodie, gripping the fabric as if to keep him close.

When you finally part, you’re both smiling. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed in contentment. “Does… does this mean I can call you my girlfriend now?” he asks in a half-joking, half-hopeful tone, eyes still shut like he’s afraid to break the spell if he looks at you.

Your first reaction is to tease him, to say “Don’t push your luck.” But the word girlfriend doesn’t send you running like it would have a few days ago. Instead, it makes your chest feel warm.

You gently nudge his forehead with yours, making him open his eyes. “I suppose I can allow that,” you murmur with a mock-affected sigh, as if it’s such hard work, but your smile gives you away.

“Really?” Tatta’s face lights up, and it’s so radiant you can’t help but laugh.

“Don’t make me change my mind,” you tease, poking his chest lightly.

He responds by wrapping you in a joyful hug, lifting you off the ground and spinning you once. You yelp in surprise and cling to his shoulders. “Tatta! Put me down, you dork!”

He sets you down immediately, concern flashing across his face. “Oh! Sorry, I didn’t— I got excited.”

You laugh, sliding your hands down from his shoulders to his hands, interlacing your fingers with his to show you’re not actually upset. “It’s okay. Just warn me before you go full twirl next time.”

“Next time,” he repeats softly, grinning ear to ear. He gives your joined hands a light swing. Neither of you seems inclined to let go.

Standing there on the sunlit sidewalk, wrapped up in each other, you suddenly remember Niragi’s dare—the starting point of this whole crazy situation. It seems like a lifetime ago, rather than just a couple of days. If Niragi could see you now, he’d probably lose his mind.

The thought makes you snicker under your breath. Tatta raises an eyebrow, curious. “What’s funny?”

You shake your head. “Just thinking how my friends are gonna react,” you confess. “They, uh… they didn’t exactly expect this outcome.” That’s one way to put it.

Tatta tilts his head, trying to read you. “Are you worried? Because if they give you crap or anything, I—”

“No, I can handle them,” you interrupt, squeezing his hand. “I’m not worried. Let them talk.” And you realize you mean it. Let them talk, let Niragi tease—what do you care? For once, you’re doing something that feels right for you, not just maintaining a reputation or image.

In a burst of boldness, you pull Tatta in by the hand and plant a swift kiss on his lips, right there in front of God and the diner and any nosy passersby. It’s a claiming sort of kiss, playful and confident. When you pull back, Tatta looks pleasantly dazed.

“Wow,” he says, blinking. Then a slow grin. “I could get used to that.”

You chuckle, feeling a little giddy. “Come on, loverboy. Walk me home?”

“Gladly, girlfriend,” he replies, clearly savoring the word as he tugs you close to his side.

You roll your eyes at his cheesiness, but can’t stop smiling. “Don’t push it,” you warn lightly, though you lean into him as you start walking.

He just laughs and slides an arm around you, and it feels natural to wrap yours around his waist in return.

As the two of you head down the street together, you catch your reflection in a shop window: you, looking happier and more at ease than you have in a long time, and Tatta beside you with that endless optimism practically radiating off him. It’s oddly perfect, in its own imperfect way.

Who would’ve thought? What started as a mean little dare—one drunk night of supposed no-strings fun—has you now actually holding hands in broad daylight with a guy you genuinely like.

Life is funny. And sometimes, it takes a sweet, oblivious, golden-hearted dork like Tatta to show a girl like you that maybe, just maybe, wearing the “girlfriend” label isn’t the end of the world. In fact, it might just be the best decision you never meant to make.

With a playful sigh, you rest your head against his shoulder as you walk. “I hate to admit it,” you murmur, smile tugging at your lips, “but I’m really glad I picked you, Tatta.”

He tilts his head down, surprised by your candid admission, and his smile he gives you in return is soft and a little stunned. He presses a kiss to the top of your head—gentle, adoring. “Me too,” he whispers. “Luckiest guy ever.”

You snort. If only he knew the half of it. But maybe he doesn’t need to. You have something real here, unexpectedly. No need to spoil it.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you allow yourself to bask in the simple sweetness of walking with him, enjoying how right it feels. Yeah, you’ll deal with the teasing and the questions from your friends later. For now, you’re content.

After all, what started as a one-night stand has somehow become the start of something wonderful—and this time, you’re not fighting it. Not one bit.

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

♠️ "Scars don't make you a monster." ♠️

A/N: So, someone gave me this request via direct message and what should I say? I really do like this idea and I'm pretty happy about the fact that I can wrote about it! 🫶🏻

Characters: Niragi

POV: fem!reader ; Fluff

Warnings: Not given.

It's in the middle of the night. I have never been the person who has problems sleeping through the night. Even the biggest noises couldn't stop me from slumbering soundly. In summer, I can leave the windows open and listen to the buzzing and singing of the insects without a care in the world until I drift off into dreamland. Wind and weather don't stop me either. You could say that my body is able to adapt to all the conditions of my environment. So ... even now, when I realize in my sleep that something - more someone - is missing next to me.

I've noticed it all along. Even when I met Niragi again, I had the feeling that he had changed. Not in terms of his appearance- at least that was never the deciding factor for me. Admittedly, when I saw him again for the first time after the witch hunt, I was ... shocked. Because of several aspects. His scars - his burnt skin - was one thing, but seeing him again when I once thought he ... would no longer be with us, that was the crux of my reaction. That I drew in a startled breath. That I looked at him in shock and, of course, in tears, which I had swallowed at that moment. I was ... simply happy. To see that he was still alive.

Anyway, this is the first time I've had to open my eyes in the middle of the night because my body couldn't adapt to my surroundings during sleep. As soon as I went to bed, I had a feeling that something was wrong with Niragi. And it looks like I'm about to find out whether my gut feeling was right or not. Deep down, I already know the answer, but I want to hear it from him. I want him to tell me what's going on in his head right now. How he feels. What is bothering him. If something is bothering him.

Looking thoughtfully at my partner's side of the bed, I gradually start to move, hoping it won't take me long to find him. So, sighing and wearily brushing my hair out of my face, I get up and put one foot in front of the other to look for Niragi, who apparently hasn't even bothered to really hide.

"Niragi, what's wrong?" I rub one of my eyes sleepily and look just as sleepily at the boy standing on the balcony of the building where we've set up camp today. "Come back to bed, it's still pitch dark."

"I can sleep when I'm dead." It's not that I wouldn't expect him to say something like that- but what worries me is the way he says it.

Instead of saying anything, however, I just stand still for a moment and stare over at him. He doesn't even dare to turn towards me when we talk. I don't know him like this at all.

"I'm worried about you," you say in a calm tone as you walk towards him, aiming to stand next to him so you can look over the rooftops of the city with him. "Somehow I don't recognize you anymore," you continue, "where's the Niragi I met at the beach? The one with the big mouth and the high self-confidence, with the will of a leader?" Silence.

A moment later, all I hear is a hysterical giggle, which was obviously not the result of amusement or mirth. No, it sounded ... forced ... and hurt at the same time.

"He's been burned." Such a simple answer, but one with such great significance. "You should really go back to bed now."

"I'm not going anywhere." Determined, I now walk the last few meters towards him, after which I stand next to him. "Not without you." Unlike what I had planned, however, I don't stand so that I can see the loss, dark surroundings, but so that I am facing Niragi directly. "I knew something was wrong with you. I could tell by looking at you. Even yesterday, when you wished me a good night, your eyes betrayed you- so please don't pretend you don't care." Pause. "You are a human being. Not a robot."

"I'm a monster, Y/N!", he yelled at me and I jumped back a little because he turned around so suddenly and unexpectedly to finally look me in the face. "I can't even understand how you could even look at me on the street without throwing up right at my feet!" But just as quickly as he hit the ceiling, he quickly calmed down again.

I am sad. Is that really what he thinks? Does he really see himself as he has just described? As a monster? Oh, I'd love to ask what makes him think that, but I won't. I know the reason. His burns. The scars Chishiya left on him are the reason he speaks so poorly of himself. And it hurts. It hurts to know that a person in whom you see everything wonderful and whom you love for who he is, thinks of himself like that.

"Oh, darlin', that's not true ..." I realize how pitiful I'm looking at him right now, the softer his features become and the more he shows his mental pain to the outside world. "Please, don't say that ... Scars don't make you a monster."

"Just tell me how you can look at me like that without being afraid of me. How you ... how you can hold me in your arms without being disgusted by my skin. Without worrying about hurting me or feeling the need to puke your soul o-" I don't want to hear about that.

I understood the question. He wants answers? He'll get them. My way. The way in which I don't let him speak, but simply put one of my arms loosely around his neck to pull him into a loving kiss that for just a moment - a brief moment - is supposed to make the world stop for him.

Something that seems to work well. At least he abruptly matches my rhythm and wraps his arms around my waist to press me closer to him. To be able to feel me even better. To feel that he is not alone. Will not be alone. And to feel that there is someone who can be there for him and wants to be there.

I ... have to admit that no kiss with him was as beautiful as this one. Niragi is a rough person. He gets what he wants, his kisses were molded to his personality. Ungentle. Lots of tongue and especially biting. All the more reason for me to enjoy the kiss we're sharing right now, because who knows if I will ever experience this again.

Nevertheless, you should stop where it gets most beautiful. Although the really nice part - for him - is probably only now. One answer. An answer that will answer all his questions in one fell swoop.

"I love you," I breathe to him, tilting my head a little to the side as I look up at him and into his eyes. "That's why I can do all this, Niragi, it ... It's not as complicated and complex as you might have thought." I gave him a little smile and I can see it in his face- he's smiling a little, too. "And now come back to bed. You need to rest a bit and give your injuries a treatment. And by the way ... I'm tired and want to go back to sleep." Laughter, which only comes from me, but that's okay- his smile is enough for me. "Plus, I'm in desperate need of a good cuddle from you right now." Now, I can hear him chuckle a little and damn, it's the most beautiful I could ever hear coming out from him.

After another peck on the lips from him, I take him by the hand and walk him back into the building, where a place to sleep is waiting for us. In passing, I hear him say "I don't deserve you ...", which was probably only meant for him. But ...

"If everyone only got what they deserved, they couldn't possibly be happy in their lives, don't you think?"

A/N: Damn, I enjoyed writing this so much. Thanks for you request, stygianoir! Hope you enjoyed reading it as well. 🙈♥️

[aliceinnaughtyland]

Well that’s awkward

But is it ok to come back and post again after years or

[effetsecndaires]

— 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬.

PAIRING | live action!shuntaro chishiya x reader.

CONTENT WARNING | mention of death/suicidal thoughts, mention of an oc.

NOTE | repost from my old blog!

Your arms were locked around your bent knees, a single tear tracking down your cheek as you sat against the door to the fifteenth cell — the cell in which your game partner's life had been brutally taken just moments before.

You had seen people die before, lots of them. The Borderlands had nearly desensitised you to bloodshed and violence. But up until now, you had never witnessed the death of someone you actually knew — someone you considered a friend.

You and Himari had only known each other for a couple weeks, but the bond you had formed during that short amount of time was already strong. You had been through hell and back together, miraculously escaping the clutches of death countless times and helping each other make the transition to this strange, new world.

Now Himari was gone and you were back to being on your own — which is utterly terrifying in a world like this.

Maybe you should've known better than to enter a game of Hearts with someone you care about.

-

The sound of slow footsteps on the ground made you raise your head. A boy, whose face was shadowed by his hair and a white hoodie came up to you and sat down on the floor beside you, keeping a reasonable distance. He pulled the hood down with a sigh and you both sat in silence, neither of you looking at the other.

The first thirty or some odd seconds were uncomfortable. You weren't sure why he was here, or what he wanted from you — although you did have your suspicions.

You tried to remember his name from the players screen, to no avail.

"Heart." he suddenly said, marking a pause before continuing when you didn't respond; "Your suit, it's Heart."

"I'm not looking for a new partner." you mumbled.

The boy took in a deep breath of air, then you both went quiet for another minute. He was first to break the silence after pondering a moment.

"Why did you betray her?"

"I didn't betray her." you snapped defensively, turning your head to glare at him, finally taking a proper look at his face. He was about your age, maybe a couple years older. His shoulder-length blonde hair stood out.

You looked away, tugging at one of the rings on your right hand. Then your voice softened.

"I told her her real suit. I would've never lied to her. We promised we would clear those games together, no matter what."

He cocked a brow.

"It looks like she was doubting your loyalty to her, then." he said, stuffing his hands into his front pockets. The sadness in your tone didn't faze him.

You frowned deeply, reluctantly dragging your eyes away from your hands and to his face again.

"What?"

"People would do anything to ensure their own survival. Your...friend must've formed an alliance with another player, who then betrayed her. If she hadn't been lied to, she would've been the one to stab you in the back." he paused, and you waited for him to continue. "You told her her suit. She went to someone else for confirmation and proceeded to trust a stranger's words over yours." he stated with a lazy shrug of his shoulders. "Clearly, she would've plotted against you within the next couple of rounds. Maybe her death was a necessary evil."

His words punched you in the gut. Knocked all the air out of your lungs. Truth is, you had never really thought of it that way. The first thing that came to your mind when you saw Himari in a pool of her own blood is that she must've refused to say her symbol and therefore committed suicide.

But maybe you just weren't as important to her as she was to you. You had only been friends for two weeks prior to this game, after all.

You inhaled a deep, shaky breath as your eyes began to mist again, but you held the tears back.

"We're down to six people now." the boy continued, dropping the subject. "You, me, the girl and three other men. The Jack should reveal themselves at any moment now."

"How do you know i'm not the Jack, anyway?" you questioned. "I could be."

His lips stretched up into a smirk and you refrained from rolling your eyes. His smug, know-it-all expression was infuriating.

"I know you're not. I already have my suspicions on the matter." he explains.

"Whatever." With a sigh, you straightened your legs on the ground and crossed your arms over your chest - keeping your voice low as you added; "Your suit is Spade."

The boy turned to you, his brow raising in amusement.

"You haven't even looked."

"I've seen it before."

"Have you been watching me?"

"I've been observing." you corrected, your head tipping back against the wooden door. "I caught a glimpse of it when you came back from the cafeteria." He let out a sound that wasn't quite a chuckle, but signaled his amusement all the same. It appears the two of you weren't so different after all. "You're always sitting alone there." you pointed out. "It's like you don't care about anything that's happening. You joined that girl's team when the game started but you never seemed to actually take part in their plans, let alone speak to any of them. Why's that?"

"Because I was busy observing." he responded, echoing your own words. You let out a small chuckle. Fair.

Finally, he turned to you. But before you could ask him why he wanted you out of all people to be his partner for the last few rounds when he could've just left you here to die and teamed up with someone else — he stood up and held out his hand for you to take, the familiar robotic voice breaking the silence as soon as his feet hit the ground

'It is time to answer. Please enter a solitary confinement cell of your choosing.'

You stared at his extended hand for a moment, unsure. A part of you wanted to enter the cell and give a random symbol to put an end to this madness once and for all. But the other part, the one that still longed to survive despite everything, wanted to take his hand. It wanted to keep fighting in order to get out of the borderlands and finally get the answers you so desperately sought.

You eventually decided to take it, murmuring a quiet 'fine' as you got back on your feet and entered the cell right next to Chishiya's, your suit in mind.

Maybe you could give life one last chance.

[thepencilnerd]

take a slice

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.

[organic-bloodbath]

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

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

Niragi x Reader

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

Warnings: NSFW 18+ smut -> minors get out

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

Part 2

♤♧

One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♤♧

Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♤♧

Three

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You intrigue me," he admitted.

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

Niragi let out a laugh. "Partly."

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

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

"Yeah? How exactly are we alike?"

"First of all – you're hot, i'm hot."

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

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

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

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

"And a third thing?" you asked.

"We're both outcast."

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

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

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

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

"Shut up," you spat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You could start by going away."

♤♧

Four

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing?" you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

♤♧

Five

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

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

"Let go of me!" you screamed.

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

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

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

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

"But, but she might be the witch!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

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

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

"On the cheek," you insisted.

"Better than nothing."

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

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

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

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

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

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

♤♧

Six

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly, a familiar female voice spoke again.

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

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

"What the-"

"Fuck," you breathed out.

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

Niragi looked at you, grinning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your words managed to only amuse Niragi even more.

♤♧

[chishiyasdearjacket]

Give Me A Little Bit, I Got You.

-Would you give your trust to Chishiya?

The Borderland had never been kind.

Chishiya knew that. He had watched people break under the weight of it—seen desperation turn into violence, seen trust crumble into betrayal. He had long accepted that survival meant keeping people at arm’s length.

And yet, here he was.

Leaning against the rusted hood of an abandoned car, he watched Y/N as she sat on the curb a few feet away. Her fingers were stained red, but she barely reacted as she wrapped a strip of fabric around her palm. The glass had cut deep, slicing straight through the skin when she grabbed for the ledge during their escape from the last game.

She hadn’t screamed. Hadn’t panicked. Just hissed under her breath and muttered, “Well, that’s inconvenient.”

It was fascinating, in a way.

Chishiya had met all kinds of people in the Borderland—liars, cowards, fighters. He had learned to categorize them quickly, to find the flaws in their thinking, the cracks in their armor. But Y/N was different.

She wasn’t reckless. Not like those players who thought courage meant throwing themselves into danger without a plan. No, she was careful. Thoughtful. The kind of person who could see ten steps ahead, just like he could.

The only difference?

She hadn’t given up on people.

Chishiya wasn’t sure if that made her smart or foolish.

“You’re staring,” she murmured, not even looking up as she tied off the makeshift bandage.

He smirked. “You’re bleeding.”

“Not dead, though.” She flexed her fingers, testing the grip before finally meeting his gaze. “I’ll be fine.”

The words were dismissive, but something about them made his chest tighten. He knew what it meant to act unbothered. To brush off pain like it was nothing.

He pushed off the car, taking a few steps toward her. “Let me see.”

She frowned. “It’s not a big deal.”

Chishiya didn’t respond right away. Instead, he crouched down in front of her, his eyes flickering to the poorly wrapped bandage.

She watched him carefully, her body tensing—not out of fear, but as if she wasn’t sure whether to let him in.

“Give me a little bit,” he said softly, holding out his hand. “I got you.”

It was such a simple phrase.

But in the Borderland, nothing was simple.

Y/N hesitated. Not because she thought he would hurt her—Chishiya knew that. No, it was something else. Something quieter, more fragile.

Trust.

He wasn’t sure whether he wanted her to give it to him.

But after a moment, she exhaled, shifting her fingers slightly before placing her hand in his.

Chishiya didn’t react outwardly, but something in his chest felt off. Like a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit. He focused on the wound instead, gently unraveling the cloth she had wrapped around it.

“You’re not very good at first aid,” he commented idly.

She snorted. “I was in a rush.”

“I can tell.” He pressed his fingers lightly around the edges of the cut, noting the way she barely winced. “It’s not deep enough to need stitches.”

“Good.”

He glanced up at her. “You say that like you expected me to stitch you up with a sewing needle.”

She smirked. “I don’t know, Chishiya. You seem like the type.”

He let out a quiet huff of amusement before turning his attention back to her palm. His hands were steady as he rewrapped the bandage, this time ensuring it was tight but not restrictive. His touch was clinical—practiced. But there was something else, too. Something slower.

He wasn’t sure why he was taking his time.

By all logic, he should be focusing on more important things. Their visas. The next game. The probability of survival.

But instead, here he was, carefully wrapping a bandage around Y/N’s hand like it was the only thing that mattered in that moment.

When he finished, he didn’t let go right away.

Y/N didn’t pull away, either.

For a few seconds, they just sat there—silent, unmoving, both fully aware of the weight of something unspoken hanging between them.

Eventually, she tilted her head, studying him. “Why’d you do that?”

He raised a brow. “Fix your terrible excuse for a bandage?”

“No.” She narrowed her eyes slightly. “Why’d you help?”

Chishiya could have given her a dozen reasons.

Because a poorly wrapped wound could slow her down in the next game.

Because infections were a liability.

Because she was more useful to him alive than injured.

But none of those felt like the real answer.

He let go of her hand. “Maybe I just pick my battles wisely.”

Y/N blinked, then laughed softly—the kind of laugh that made his chest feel strange in a way he didn’t want to acknowledge.

She flexed her fingers again, testing his work. “Not bad, Doctor.”

Chishiya rolled his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”

She smirked. “Whatever you say.”

For the first time in a long time, he wasn’t entirely sure what game he was playing.

And worse?

He wasn’t sure if he wanted to win.

[airbendertendou]

thriller-like number 66 + beach era!chishiya typical aib violence!

"THEY SEE MY FACE, GET A HEART ATTACK!"

heavy breaths leave your mouth, your chest heaving as you struggle to stand. blood drips from your nose - it was probably broken at this point - and lands in the creases of your lips. you wipe it away sloppily, the metallic tang staining everything you touch.

he knew it was a mistake - going into the same game as you. chishiya should've taken kuina up on her offer to switch ; should've allowed his emotions to control him for once. but, fighting to stay stoney and logical, chishiya acted like he didn't care about being near you again so soon.

he was a liar. and a bad one at that.

you grin maliciously as your fellow militants cheer you on. niragi swings his arm around your shoulders, whooping loudly. you laugh as he pulls you close and cheers as if he was the one who won.

your eyes slide, meeting chishiya's from the corner of your eye. your smile quivers, shakes before you take a deep breath and force it to stay. it was a bad idea to follow you to your game, but he did it anyways.

now, you've proven you don't need him anymore. proven that you didn't need him as much as you both thought. and chishiya couldn't help but think you've never looked more beautiful.

——♥︎—— im writing a full fic like this soon, an exes to lovers thing, so i took advantage of this a lil bit lmao <3

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[24hlevi]

angst prompt #9 (list 1) turning into fluff prompt 1 (from list 1) with kuina or ann from aib!

aaaaa an aib request!! i love this so much! thank you so much for requesting 🫶

also i lowkey did this backwards im so sorry but it still worked imo 😭

— GOES TO WASTE

kuina hikari (alice in borderland) x gn!reader

genre: angst/fluff ending

summary: angst prompt (“am i supposed to just let you go?”) and fluff prompt (“i just wanted to make sure you're okay.”) from my 2.5k event

warnings: language,

all you had been doing for hours was running. you hated it. normally, you wouldn't mind running this much. but, when you were being hunted for your life, you despised it. you soon found out not to play around with the king of spades after getting shot in the side leaving you where you currently are, sluggishly walking throughout the city continuously glancing around for the giant blimp in the sky. it'd been days since you last saw anyone, and you were beginning to think you would go insane if you didn't see someone soon.

you rested against a car, holding your side in pain as you tried to steady your breathing. you let go for a moment to check how many bullets were in your pistol currently, and sighed. you only had a few days left on your visa and was starting to worry about whether or not you would find a game in time or if it would be finished first. either way, you couldn't go far with this wound. you slowly slid down the car and rested your head against the door, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths.

you thought you were going crazy when you heard footsteps from behind you, and your eyes quickly opened and you aimed your pistol, ready to fire.

"woah, woah, wait!"

your blurry vision left you searching to figure out who was in front of you, but after focusing for a few seconds you lowered your gun. "hikari?" you said.

"oh my god, y/n. i thought you were gone!" kuina immediately hugged you tightly.

"ow," you mumbled in pain but hugged her back.

"are you okay?" she asked.

"not really," you shook your head. "i got shot at by the king of spades and this happened." you lifted your shirt slightly to show the bullet wound.

"y/n, that's bad," kuina said.

"i know," you nodded. "but i couldn't find anything," you sighed, leaning your head against the car again. "you're the first person i've seen in a few days, though. 'm glad it's you." your speech started slowing down the more you spoke, a little smile forming on your face. you were losing too much blood and you were starting to feel it now. "i missed you."

kuina tilted her head to the side, looking at you confused. "are you sure you're okay? you never say things like that." she said suspiciously.

"i'm fine," you waved your hand. "i just wanna take a nap."

"nu-uh, nope, c'mon," she shook her head and stood up straight again.

kuina grabbed you by one of your arms, lifting you up and hooking your arm around her neck with her arm around your waist. she glanced down at your bleeding side and bit down on her lip, knowing soon enough you would pass out. "alright, just stay awake a little longer, okay?" she said to you.

"i can try," you replied with a short nod.

"good enough for me," she said, starting to walk down the road with you.

after a few minutes of walking in silence, your head was starting to feel heavy, and you felt yourself slouching against kuina as she held you up on both feet walking for the both of you. your hand was starting to slip off her neck and you almost collapsed to the ground if she hadn't caught you quickly.

"fuck!" she cursed, lifting you back up to your feet. "y/n? hey, y/n? look at me," her hand gently turned your face to look up at her.

as you looked up at her, your eyes were barely open and your vision was blurry as you tried to focus. "what is it?"

"i just wanted to make sure you're okay," she said softly. "i need you to stay with me, okay?"

"i'm right here, i'm not going anywhere," you mumbled. "but, i don't want you dragging me along."

"what do you mean?"

"i'm gonna die anyway whether you are with me or not," you started. "i don't want you to be with me when i drop."

"am i supposed to just let you go? you're crazy," kuina shook her head. "c'mon, we're almost there."

"okay," you murmured in response. you continued to walk beside her, and your eyes were slowly closing, black starting to fill your vision when you completely collapsed onto the ground.

"y/n!" kuina exclaimed. "shit, shit, shit," she cursed, looking down at you. "okay, come on," she said to herself, scooping you into her arms and holding you bridal style to get you back to the others faster. "please stay with me."

rushing back to where the others were, kuina was panicking due to you barely being responsive. thankfully, ann was the most calm person there and was able to bandage you up so you wouldn't lose anymore blood. kuina sat down next to you in silence as she waited for you to wake up, fiddling with the stick in her mouth to try and keep herself as calm as possible. she didn't know what she would do without you. you two were supposed to make it out of her together, not just one of you. let it be the damned king of spades to fuck everything up.

kuina let out a sigh and leaned her head against the wall, closing her eyes as she waited. she didn't know how long she'd been waiting, but it'd been well over two hours since she brought you to the others. ann had told her that without any kind of real medicine, it would take a while for you to wake up, but unsure of how long. that left her waiting for who knows how long until you would wake up.

suddenly, movement shifted beside her, and kuina immediately opened her eyes and looked down to see you waking up. "oh my god, y/n!" she gasped, leaning down and hugging you.

"ow," you let out, now fully awake from the pain of weight on your wound. "what happened?" you questioned.

kuina pulled away and looked down at you. "i brought you back to the others. ann fixed you up for me but, you were unconscious for hours," she answered.

"i'm sorry," you were quick to apologize. "i didn't mean to scare you like that."

"it's alright," she replied. "there's only two games left, so we're staying right here until it's finished or the king of spades finds us and we run to another spot."

you nodded your head, "i am perfectly okay with that, since i'm definitely not able to do much right now."

"don't worry too much, we're getting out of here," she smiled at you.

"i know," you smiled back. "i love you."

"i love you too."