#chishiya alice in borderland

[thecheshireprincess]

I Promise

A Pre-Borderland One-Shot Set in The Game Itself Universe (AU)

Chishiya x childhood best friend reader (Niragi's sister!) - platonic relationship at this point in time

Content Warning: Mentions of an abusive father, Reader had a tumultuous childhood and is traumatized, atypical/non-nuclear family, maybe a few curse words (you should know that by now if you read my work)

A/N: I've found it a little bit more challenging than I thought I would to write chapters that have Reader's father in them (because of my own bs), so I thought I would break up the pain with a few little fluff bombs like this! As you know, several of these one-shots were already in the works anyway, so if you have an idea or a moment that you'd like to see expanded on in a one-shot like this, please let me know! This promise will come up again in the main story very soon, so it will be fun for you to have some context. Chishiya and Reader are about fourteen or fifteen in this story, making Niragi nineteen or twenty.

Find the main story here.

Monday. Arguably the worst morning of every week. Even the sun seemed to think so today, tucking itself behind the foreboding gray clouds hanging oppressive and angry in the sky over Tokyo. You aren't surprised when they crack open, allowing a slight drizzle of rain to patter against your window as you reach your arms above your head in a silent stretch.

This particular Monday was slated to be even worse than usual, that little fact being the main reason you were delaying the inevitable in getting up. Kaori, your bright-eyed and always impeccably dressed social worker, would be joining you at school today for your annual check-in. Your brother has had full legal custody of you for a year now, and though your visits with Kaori were much fewer than before, this would be an important milestone. Your performance would be everything, the magnitude of this moment weighing on you more heavily than a ton of bricks. Akin to an old rotting building, you could feel yourself crumbling from the inside out under the pressure.

You'd spent the entirety of the past weekend with Niragi breathing down your neck, drilling you with practice questions and reminding you of what behaviors the woman would be scribbling notes on in her leather bound notebook. Of what would be on the line if Kaori didn't think you were "thriving" in his care.

Your anxiety had cast a suffocating blanket of doom across your mind all night, planting sickening thoughts in your head and causing you to toss and turn for hours. Niragi had come in at least twice, straightening the blankets that had fallen to the floor as you squirmed around in the bed, desperately trying to coax you to sleep. Please sleep, Koko. You can't look tired for Kaori, what if she thinks you never get sleep here?

You groan loudly to yourself, knowing that you definitely did look tired. Your burning eyes had finally grown heavy right as the sun was peeking out across the horizon, being afforded just a brief window of slumber before Niragi was gently shaking you awake again. It had felt like you'd rested for mere seconds; you were not prepared at all for what today would bring.

It's been about half an hour since then and you still haven't moved, wanting desperately to take a page out of the sun's book for the entire day. You roll away from your window and the now steady drum of the rain hitting glass, covering your fatigued eyes with the only silky pillow that hasn't escaped the bed and hit the floor. The gloomy weather was just so convincing, today should be a day to stay in bed.

A faint knock on the door downstairs signals that you are running out of time to remain concealed between your tangled sheets; Chishiya is here. It would be only a matter of time before Niragi came up to get you, and you haven't even considered getting dressed. You can hear the man bustling through the lower level of the apartment, the clatter of dishes and occasional click of a drawer closing making it apparent that he's packing lunches and trying to clean up before everyone needs to leave. His movements are more frantic today, allowing the cabinet door to slam shut or setting a silvered utensil down just a little too aggressively - he's on edge too. Not as on edge as he's going to be when he realizes that you haven't even gotten up yet.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Three separate knocks indicate that your best friend is the one standing on the other side of the door. Your time is up.

"Come in," your drowsy voice calls to him, speaking outloud for the first time today. The door creaks open slowly, Chishiya peeking around the door with an arched eyebrow, searching for you around the room. Certainly not expecting to find you still in bed. When his gaze lands on you still ensnared among the lavendar colored sheets, his eyes widen and lips part a little in shock as if silently wondering what the hell are you thinking?

You can sense the weight of his scrutinizing gaze on you, despite having your face still covered with your fluffy pillow. You let out a pathetic whine, "Stop judging me, Shiya. I really can't do this today."

Chishiya pushes the door nearly closed before walking fully into the room and whispering, "Have you lost your mind? You haven't even started getting ready?" The blonde leans casually against the edge of your desk in the corner, crossing his arms over his chest. Analyzing you, always analyzing.

"I'm sick, I can't go to school," you say in a brittle voice, making your friend's lips curl up in a smirk and blink at you in disbelief. "You really think Niragi is going to buy that today? Don't be an idiot," the boy scoffs. Chishiya is, nonetheless, entertained by your pathetic attempt at an excuse. You finally sit up, ready to throw your only remaining pillow at him to disrupt the Cheshire grin that is gracing his annoying face, but are interrupted before you can.

You panic inwardly and shoot an anxious look at your friend as you both register your brother's urgent footsteps rushing up the stairs and stopping outside your door. Chishiya's grin spreads across his face mischievously, knowing that this is about to be quite the show.

"Koko, it's time to go, are you almost ready?" When you don't answer, he pushes the already cracked door open slowly, glancing around anxiously to find you, just as Chishiya had just minutes before. He gasps - obviously stunned - when his eyes meet yours, still sitting with your blankets pooled around your limbs where he'd left you almost forty minutes ago. His jaw clenches in frustration, causing you to instinctively curl in on yourself, making your body smaller. Preparing for him to yell at you the way you know you deserve.

But Niragi has never and would never yell at you. Your brother sees your body's natural response to his irritation and his heart constricts. He refuses to make things worse for you. A deep, exhausted sigh escapes his lips, head slumping forward in concession and shoulders sagging as he comes to sit gently at your side. No matter how annoyed your brother is that you've chosen today to be difficult, he knows that yelling would do nothing but cause a rift in your carefully built relationship. There's a reason you're behaving this way, not generally an openly defiant person, but he has very little time to try to fix it. The man removes his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose between two fingers. "You're still in bed. Why are you still in bed? We really don't have time for this today," he says in an even tone, peering at you expectantly.

You flop back down onto your pillow, allowing your reddened and fatigued eyes to look up at him. "Niragiiiiii," you whine exaggeratedly, "I think I'm sick. It's really bad." Your brother clicks his tongue, deciding it's easiest to play along with your game. "Really?" he questions, affectionate eyes inspecting you as he gently presses his cool hands against your face, "This is a very well-timed illness." You nod almost emphatically, giving him the most pitiful look that you can muster.

Niragi stifles a laugh, eyes shining now in amusement. "Well if it's that serious, I should probably take you to the doctor. They might even need to give you a shot," he muses, hand rubbing his chin in mock consideration. You stiffen a little, you hate needles. You look pleadingly at your brother, don't do this to me.

He sighs again. "You know on any other day I'd gladly let you play sick, but this is too important," Niragi says, brushing some hair out of your face, "You can either tell me what's really going on so I can help you, or we can talk about it later but I really need you to get up and get ready to go. Please?"

You chew the inside of your cheek, weighing your options. You know you can't tell Niragi the truth because it will just make him feel worse. That he's already under enough stress as it is. It's too much pressure. Your hovering has been stressing me out. I don't want to embarrass you. What if she decides to take me away? What if I have to go back to Dad?

No, you choose instead to keep quiet about your fears and finally push yourself up and out of bed. You pad grumpily across the room towards the bathroom, stopping along the way to yank your meticulously ironed uniform off the hanger.

You survey the dark, angry circles under your eyes in the mirror as you restart the French braid in your still partially tangled hair for what must be the third or fourth time. Your hands are shaky and simply won't move the way you need them to in your hair, and you don't have the patience right now to brush it all the way through. You grumble incoherently in exasperation, slamming your brush down on the granite countertop in front of you.

Chishiya pushes off from his observation point leaning on the doorway to approach you cautiously. "Let me help," he offers offhandedly, having learned how to braid your hair from Niragi just a few months earlier. The blonde picks up the brush that had just offended you, gliding it easily through your sleep-tangled locks.

"You're falling apart," he observes pointedly, causing you to chuckle an empty laugh in response. Of course you're falling apart. This process with Kaori is interesting, to say the least. You've never understood why the system wants to analyze every miniscule detail about your home life now that you're safe and happy with your brother, but were fine with looking the other way when you both were drowning in the depths of your father's abuse. A broken system for an even more broken family.

"The pressure is crushing me. I know I can't mess this up for Niragi; he's sacrificed so much for me and my safety. He's given everything to get us to this place," you finally substantiate your fears with words.

Chishiya continues brushing through your hair, paying cautious attention to the tangles. He hums in response as he listens, knowing there's more to it than that. You recognize the game he's playing here, distracting you by brushing your hair and convincing you to spill your guts without him ever saying a word. He was so good at that.

And so you continue, "I'm afraid they'll take me back to him if I'm not meeting their expectations . . ." you sigh shakily, "I'm not exactly healed, you know? It's not Niragi's fault I'm so broken." Chishiya grimaces at this, dexterous fingers working through a particularly difficult knot with surprising gentleness.

"I hardly think it's fair to expect yourself to be healed from a lifetime of suffering in just three years," he mumbles drily, "Be patient with yourself, it will get better in time." You nod slowly, blinking away the tears that had pooled at your waterline. You were still terrified, all the time. Every night you had nightmares that your father would show up again one day, making his cruel threats and trying to hurt you. Trying to hurt Niragi. Would you ever really be free from him?

Chishiya must have noticed how you still hesitated, curling in on yourself slightly again. "You know I won't let anything bad happen to you, right?" He asks, nonchalant as ever. Your eyes snap to study his face in the mirror, surprised a little bit by his question. No, you certainly did not know that.

"What do you mean?" You ask your friend, certain you misheard him. He was hardly the sentimental type of friend. Though you'd known each other your entire lives, most days you just assumed he stuck with you for the convenience of it. That Chishiya would be fine on his own if something ever happened to you. It didn't really bother you, you still cared about him all the same.

The boy shrugs with one shoulder, starting to move his nimble fingers through your strands as he's finally satisfied that he's gotten all of the tangles out. "I just mean that you don't need to be as afraid when I'm around. I have your back," he says.

You blink once, twice. In shock, because Chishiya rarely talks period, but to make a statement that is intended to comfort you is completely out of his character. And it made your heart soar. "Thank you," you whisper, sincerely. Feeling tears spring up again, but holding it in. The corners of his lips tilt upward slightly, meeting your eyes in the mirror and nodding. A true best friend moment.

Chishiya ties off the braid with an elastic and clips in the emerald velvet bow that matches your school uniform, before moving his hands to squeeze your shoulders lightly once. You got this.

Niragi calls your name from downstairs as you're finishing dotting concealer underneath your eyes, "So help me, Koko! We have to leave, now!" You know he is pacing at the bottom of the stairs, likely wearing a hole in the wood paneled floor. He always does that when he's nervous.

You take one last deep breath in front of the mirror, trying to summon some confidence. Chishiya told you not to worry, that he would keep you safe no matter what. And you really believed him.

You bound down the carpeted stairs, coming face to face and nearly colliding with your grumbling and semi-panicked brother at the bottom. He sighs in short-lived relief, pausing for a moment to brush a wrinkle out of your shirt and hand you your backpack. Niragi scoops up his car keys from the hall table, ushering the three of you out the door to get the day started at long last.

Himari, your next door neighbor, is in the hallway watering the brightly colored begonias she keeps potted outside her door. A radiant smile graces her face upon seeing the three of you, "Good morning! Niragi, when are you going to bring that girl over to have tea and play with the cats?" Niragi smiles lightly as he locks the door to your apartment, "She can come over whenever she wants, except today; unfortunately we're really in a rush this morning." You wave at the older lady, seeing her always brings a smile to your face. You would have to drag Chishiya over there later, Himari always kept his favorite biscuits around. Plus, if you were lucky, you'd be able to find and snuggle with the tabby cat.

The entire ride to school, Niragi peppers you with reminders about how to act and what to say. How to answer the "difficult questions". The interaction does nothing to quell your nerves, honestly making things worse if anything. Chishiya sits quietly in the backseat, watching the Tokyo skyline zoom by while you talk. Your anxious gaze catches his in the rearview mirror and he gives you a tight but reassuring smile. You got this.

You hesitantly wave goodbye to Niragi when he pulls up outside the looming building that was your school, receiving his last minute instructions and assurances before he speeds off. He is definitely late for work now, but you know that is the least of his concerns this morning.

The two of you walk the brightly lit corridor to your classroom, shoes clicking along the freshly waxed tiled floor. Chishiya walks with his hands stuffed deep in his pockets, you nervously fidgeting with your earrings. Just as you approach your homeroom where you knew Kaori was waiting to begin her observation, you grip desperately onto your friend's elbow to pull him back.

"Chishiya, I can't do this," you panic, swirling emotions threatening to drown you right here in the hallway, "Let's leave." The blonde that usually flinches away from any contact shocks you again by pulling both of your hands into his own, trying to keep you from fully panicking.

"Look at me," he demands, a confusing mix of emotions on display on his usually blank face, "It might not be easy, but you can do this. You're going to do this. And regardless of what happens in there today or anywhere else any other time, I will keep you safe." Your breath catches in your throat at the sheer weight of his words.

"You really mean that, Chishiya?" you ask, voice wavering just a little bit. He nods, eyes still meeting yours, soft and tender instead of cold and calculating.

"I promise."

That's good enough for you to take the final steps to the classroom, twisting the brass doorknob to open the door and greet Kaori and your teacher.

You're confident now that no matter what life throws at you, you'll always have your best friend on your side to keep you safe.

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Walk Home

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader x Niragi Suguru

(So apparently I'm doing something right with these two, even though I make them out of character a lot. Anyway, time to take these two out of the comfort of the bedroom and throw you three outside.)

Also wanna say a quick thank you for all the support. I never thought people would actually enjoy anything I wrote. I thought I'd write one thing and then never again. So thank you for all the love.

Love Line Collection.

Summary: The three of you walk home to the beach after a game.

It hurt. Your arm had been cut during the game you three had just finished. Someone from another team had cornered you after you were able to collect an item. So the man thought he could just take it from you, especially since he had a knife in hand. You two fought and you were doing well but he sadly got the upper hand, slashing your arm before grabbing you. However, before anything else could have happened, he was pulled off of you. And as Niragi beat and shot the man, Chishiya placed a hand on your lower back, leading you away from the situation.

The three of you had won. Of course, you had. The three of you worked like a well-oiled machine. Chishiya solved the clues that led you to the items. Niragi stopped anyone who stepped in your way and you got to get the items and keep a hold of them. Of course, your roles overlapped at times. There were times that Niragi's intelligence shined through all the violence when he would solve a clue easily. Or how you could take a person down whilst the boys were distracted and busy, or how Chishiya could slip in and out of a room like a ghost, holding up the item smugly.

"Sweetheart, you need to stay still so Shiya can help you." Niragi told you as he let you squeeze his hand. But it hurt. The cut was stinging and whilst Chishiya was being careful, your moving was not helping at all. The blonde had just finished cleaning the cut and was now bandaging it. The three of you were sat outside of a store that Niragi had ransacked.

"You need to be more careful, this could have been worse," Chishiya told you, his tone dry yet still held worry. He looked from your arm to you and then to Niragi. The two exchanged a look. They had been distracted and you got hurt. Which led to them feeling guilty. They were meant to protect you. To protect each other. You didn't blame them. Why would you? The guy had come out of nowhere.

The blonde finished bandaging your arm.

"Thank you, Doctor." You said with a cheeky tone, hoping to lighten the mood. You leaned forward and kissed the blonde's lips softly, another way to say thank you. You pulled away and turned to Niragi, you pressed a kiss to his lips, just as softly. "Thank you for holding my hand."

Niragi grinned at you. "I know you always want an excuse to hold my hand, baby. But getting hurt is not the way to do it." His words were teasing with a fake mocking tone in there. He stood up, pulling you up by your hand. He then turned to Chishiya and held a hand out to him. Chishiya looked at his hand for a moment.

"Come on, kitten. I won't bite. Until we get home at least." Niragi was suddenly so cocky. Like he hadn't been sitting worrying two minutes ago.

Chishiya let out a scoff but grabbed his hand anyway. "I told you not to call me that." He said as Niragi pulled him up. His words just made Niragi grin wider. Niragi let go of your hand and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to his body. He wasn't letting you go just yet. He needed you close. His other hand stayed in Chishiya's. He felt a flutter in his stomach as you leaned into his warmth and as Chishiya squeezed his hand for a moment.

You were safe. All three of you were. Niragi wasn't going to let this happen again. Either of you getting hurt was not an option. He mentally scoffed. How had that changed for him? He used to shove his gun in Chishiya's face every chance he got, begging for an excuse to end him. And now- now it didn't feel like an option. Now the mere idea of losing either of you made his chest hurt. He didn't fully understand it, but he didn't hate the feeling.

Chishiya walked, all three of you did. You were heading back to the Beach. Ready to shower and crawl back into bed. He was quiet and whilst the blonde was always quiet, this time felt different. He was lost in his thoughts. You three were safe but you had been hurt. What if they hadn't got there in time? What if they hadn't been there at all? A part of him blamed himself. He had distracted Niragi when he was reading the next clue. Niragi's attention had been on him and not you. Normally Chishiya didn't feel guilt easily. What's done is done. Nothing could change it. But right now, he felt at fault. But he was the only one blaming it on him.

"Chishiya." Your voice came, he could feel a light tug on his pocket. He looked at you. You snuggled into Niragi's side as you looked at the blonde, your arm wrapped around Niragi's back, hand touching Chishiya's pocket. It was only then that he realised how close he was standing to the taller male. Both of you looking at him. You had stopped walking. When had you all stopped walking?

"We couldn't have known it would have happened." You gently pulled away from Niragi and walked to Chishiya. You took his free hand in yours. "He came out of nowhere. I got some good punches in. He was just bigger, stronger. He saw an advantage and he took it. But you and Niragi swooped in and helped me. I don't want either of you to feel bad about this. We're still here." You wanted to ease not only Chishiya's mind but Niragi's as well.

The two males looked at each other. Everything and nothing was said in the look they shared. Chishiya took in a breath. He felt light. Niragi shook his head and looked between the two of you. "Come on let's go home." He said as he squeezed Chishiya's hand. The blonde nodded his head. Niragi let go of the blonde's hand and wrapped his arm around his shoulder instead. He then wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you close, causing you to let out a surprised squeal. "Niragi."

You moved a hand behind Niragi's back, your hand connecting with Chishiya's. All three of you held each other. You were safe and connected, and you headed home.

"You used your brain tonight. Not as dumb as I assumed."

"Ah shut up."

You giggled. They were back to bickering. The walk was long, and Niragi shot a car or two, and the boys bickered. You listened, chiming in when needed, but the three of you stayed connected. Letting the breeze guide you back to the Beach, back to your room, where you could all get some much-deserved sleep in the arms of each other.

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[ankababy]

I hope y’all know Y/N in my fic totally has the material to become just like Hatter. I mean, she could build it all up like he did. She could sit, talking to Arisu, two boys at her side desperate just to be near her, touching and kissing. Probably fucking at some point. Or girls. You get my point.

She’s sweet and all but she COULD do allat, she got what it takes. If ONE thing went differently in her fate—could be just someone who she had a good conversation with, the point is that it had to change even one little thing in her mindset—Y/N totally could be the second Hatter. Maybe have her own beach just like the dude has, at the same time, and people would want to be there just as much as they want to be at the beach. If not more. Same talent, different personalities.

But she won’t use this talent to do that :(

[chishiyasdearjacket]

Chapter 1: A Game of Wits

Part 1: Their first meeting in the Hearts game, where they begin to observe and test each other.

Masterlist: The King's Decree

Chishiya didn’t believe in fate.

Coincidences? Sure. Predictable patterns? Absolutely. But fate was just an excuse people used when they didn’t want to admit that their lives were ruled by probabilities, not destiny.

And yet, when he stepped into the game arena that night, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something unexpected was about to happen.

The building was a massive, abandoned shopping mall—dark, silent, except for the flickering emergency lights casting eerie shadows along the cracked tile floors. Players gathered near the registration screen, their faces a mix of fear, caution, and empty resignation.

Chishiya leaned against a support column, taking in the group.

Then, his gaze landed on her.

She wasn’t trembling like the others. If anything, she looked bored—arms crossed, weight shifted onto one hip, eyes scanning the crowd with quiet calculation. Most players wore their emotions like a mask slipping off their faces, but not her.

Interesting.

Before he could make any further observations, the monitors above them flickered to life, displaying the game details.

Game: "The King's Decree"

Difficulty: Five of Hearts

A soft murmur ran through the crowd. Hearts games were the worst. Chishiya barely reacted, already turning his attention back to the girl. If she was as cunning as she seemed, she wouldn’t panic over this, either.

He smirked. This could be entertaining.

----

Y/N felt his gaze before she saw him.

A subtle weight, an awareness creeping up her spine. She turned her head slightly, and there he was—leaning casually against a column, wearing that infuriatingly smug expression. White hoodie, silver hair, sharp eyes that held the kind of amusement most people in the Borderland had lost long ago.

She didn’t trust him.

Which meant she liked him already.

The game details loaded. A five of Hearts. That meant manipulation, deceit, emotional warfare. People would cry. People would turn on each other. And someone—probably more than one—wouldn’t make it out alive.

The instructions came next.

RULES:

1. A "King" has already been chosen among the players.

2. Every round, the King issues a decree that all players must follow.

3. If a player disobeys, they die.

4. The goal: Find the King and eliminate them before time runs out.

Y/N glanced around, watching as panic set in. People were already whispering, throwing suspicious looks at each other. She exhaled slowly, schooling her expression into something neutral.

She wasn’t afraid of Hearts games. She knew how people worked—what drove them, what broke them. And she could play along until she got what she wanted.

Then, movement caught her eye.

The smug-looking guy was still watching her. But now, he was smirking.

Challenge accepted.

----

Chishiya thrived in games like these.

Hearts games weren’t about brute strength or physical endurance—they were about control. About watching people unravel, forcing them to make choices that revealed their true nature. And The King’s Decree was no different.

The group shifted uneasily as the announcement ended. Some players immediately tried to shrink into the background, while others stood rigid, scanning the faces around them with suspicion. A few muttered under their breath, already forming alliances they’d probably betray within minutes.

Chishiya let his gaze drift back to her.

Unlike the rest, she wasn’t panicking. If anything, she looked... curious. Calculating. Like she was already two steps ahead of everyone else.

Interesting.

Then, the speakers crackled again.

The first decree has been issued:

"All players must link arms with someone within the next 30 seconds. Anyone left alone will be eliminated."

Panic set in.

People turned to each other in frantic desperation, some begging, others grabbing the nearest person without hesitation. Chishiya, however, remained perfectly still, watching as chaos unfolded.

He had no intention of scrambling for a partner. Someone would come to him—they always did. People gravitated toward perceived safety, and his unreadable demeanor had a way of making people believe he knew what he was doing.

But before anyone else could reach him, she did.

Y/N appeared at his side in an instant, her hand gripping his wrist in an unspoken command before looping their arms together. The motion was seamless, as if they’d done it a hundred times before.

Chishiya blinked, then smirked. So, she’s fast.

“Figured I’d take my chances with you,” she murmured, eyes still scanning the room. “You don’t look like the type to panic.”

“And you don’t look like the type to rely on anyone,” he countered smoothly.

Her lips curved—not quite a smile, but something close. “Maybe I just pick my battles wisely.”

Interesting indeed.

The countdown ended. A deafening beep rang through the air, followed by the unmistakable sound of a body hitting the ground.

A man near the entrance had hesitated too long. He stood alone—wide-eyed, trembling—before his collar blinked red. A second later, his body crumpled.

Dead.

The room went eerily silent.

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Y/N barely flinched as the first casualty hit the ground. She’d seen worse.

What mattered now was that she wasn’t next.

Her grip on Chishiya’s arm remained firm, though she could feel his gaze on her, assessing. He was unreadable—relaxed, unbothered, as if this was just another passing moment rather than a game designed to tear people apart.

Good. That meant he wasn’t reckless.

The monitor flickered again.

The next decree will be issued in 60 seconds.

One minute. Not much time to gather information, but enough to make the right moves.

She turned her attention to the group. Fear was setting in quickly—whispered suspicions, darting glances, alliances forming in desperation. She didn’t trust any of them.

But she could use them.

“What do you think?” Chishiya’s voice was smooth, casual, but there was something unreadable beneath the surface. “Got any guesses on the King?”

She tilted her head slightly. “Why? Hoping I’ll tell you so you can use it to your advantage?”

His smirk widened just a fraction. “I like to be informed.”

She exhaled a quiet laugh. Amusing.

“I don’t know who the King is,” she admitted. “But I do know one thing—”

She nodded toward a man in the corner, a nervous-looking guy clutching his own arm so tightly his knuckles were white. He hadn’t spoken once, hadn’t moved beyond what was necessary.

“He knew the first decree was coming,” she continued, voice low. “Didn’t scramble for a partner. Didn’t hesitate, either. Like he was waiting.”

Chishiya followed her gaze, eyes narrowing slightly. “You think he’s the King?”

“I think he knows something.”

Chishiya hummed, as if filing the information away. Then, his eyes flicked back to her.

“Not bad,” he murmured. “You might actually be useful.”

Y/N arched a brow. “Funny. I was thinking the same thing about you.”

Another crackle of static interrupted them.

The next decree has been issued:

"All players must vote for someone to be eliminated within the next two minutes. The person with the most votes dies."

Silence.

Then, the panic set in again.

Y/N could already see it happening—the fear turning to paranoia, the group unraveling, people scrambling to shift blame before it could land on them.

She tightened her grip on Chishiya’s arm and smirked.

“Let’s see how good you really are.”

[loserkaya]

post alice in borderland headcanons... i love them too much UAGAHWIIWWH

[flaredcfan]

I just realised this, after re-watching Alice in Borderland for like the 723828372 time.

"I wonder if there's a doctor here" Then the camera pans to Chishiya, with a freaking close up.

Yeah. There was a doctor there actually. I feel so stupid not noticing this earlier 😔

[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.

[sweetfawngrl]

❝𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋!❞  ᯓ★

ー he saves you so you give him head as a thank youuu~~！

pairing ;; chishiya x f! reader

content ;; smut, petnames, praise, hair pulling/tugging,, uuhhh idk. dick. yes.

note ;; i’m so fucking horny for chishiya omG. I LITERALLY JUST FINISHED WATCHING AIB (10/6/24) IM SORRY IM LATEE.. also this is my first uhhh post evevrvrrrr :))))))) thehrheh this is mostly a test and people are probably not gonna read this sooooo~~~ ^_^

also i’m sso in love with nijro and i’m sooooo happy he’s doing better now oml bae had me so stressed i had to redownload tikcock to fucking find updates on him. he’s still my bbg okay idfc what he looks like rn he’s my princess. ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ 

♤ after he saved your life in a game you had no idea on how to play, you had to repay him. so you couldn’t wait any longer the moment you both arrived at beach and into a room. 

you drag him towards the bed and push it him down from his shoulders, he didn’t even have time to react. just a small gasp and a unchanging expression with his eyebrows slightly raised.

“nngh right there dear…nnfh…” chishiya whispered breathlessly, you continue to bop your head up and down, looking up at him as he covered his face with his forearm. “gonna make me cum already baby..” he whimpered, his hand gripping the edge of the bed. “..’ust like that.” his head throwing back a bit. 

your pretty mouth licking him off, your hands on his knees. humming and moaning softly on his cock. he’s mostly quiet besides his quiet groans. “mmh, mmff—ggghhn” you gag, trying to continue going fast. the blood splatters on him really added that bit of spice to his now flustered expression.

“shit—! mmgh…” he murmured, “fuck, keep going,” he couldn’t help himself, you felt so good around his dick, your tongue wrapped sloppily. it’s like you’ve been waiting for this moment the entire time. his hips thrusting up, needing to chase that sweet high. 

“slow down, yyeah?” his hand suddenly on your head and pushing you down, he lightly tugs on your hair. he wanted you to slow down but you just kept speeding up. his body twitching a little, he was becoming louder. his breathing became more shaky and now both of his hands on your head, pushing down and also tugging. “gonna-…shit- gonna…” 

you had to make to make him finish, moving more faster. he couldn’t even get words out from your fast pace. 

“gonna—nnghh!” 

oh, how good he felt, pushing your head down as your eyes roll back. savoring him. he gasps and finally let’s go of you. he pants softly and gives his usual smug grin. “you’re so good..” his cum spilling in your mouth and down your throat, you promised yourself to swallow everything, not to waste a single drop. 

‘thank you for this delicious meal’ you thought as you looked up at him with your big doe eyes that were filled with tears. you swore to make him feel good as payment for your stupidness in a life or death game.

dawg ermmm idk how i did i hope i was decent enoighhhh….arghhhkkk

also i wrote this and edited the borders and pictures and shit while watching white chicks and mall cop with my dad 🫡🫡 idk what else to add LMFAOOOO ik it’s short it’s my first time guyssss please i’m a virgin 😓😓😓😓😓 (/hj)

ALSO!!!!! IMPORTANT NOTE!!

this prompt…idea…??? shit?? was inspired by @//aliceinborderlandsquidgame ‘s Reward - AIB Boys HCS IT WAS GOOD I LOVED UTTT OMGG!!!1!1!1!1!1!!1 anywyd yes yeses i’m not original like fuck me idc but half of this credit/idea goes to them!! it’s linked so please check them out!!

anyhow thank youuu for reading!! please reblog?? like? idk how this shit works kk byebye love uu

ー brckendollette ♡

(10/9/24)

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[luvluu]

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

Lillies… Shuntaro Chishiya

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

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

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Shuntaro Chishiya x reader

Fluff❤️‍🩹

TW: insults.

WORDS: 900

REQUESTED: YES/NO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Love you more”

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

[yois2aki]

𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑰𝒀𝑨 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑭𝑳𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

CHISHIYA SHUNTARO X READER (REQUEST)

SUMMARY: chishiya is not very fond of the fact that your habit of flirting with any living being isn't reserved to him and him only.

WARNINGS: fluff, use of y/n once, jealous chishiya, lots of flirting, mentions of drugging someone but it doesn't actually happen, beach arc.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

"next, y/n is going to enter the..." chishiya abruptly stopped himself in the words to take a moment and stare directly at your eyes. "are you even listening to anything we're saying?"

 

it was late at night, and kuina was fighting for her life to not pass out on the couch of the random, actually clean room you guys were too lucky to find at the beach hotel. chishiya had been spending a bit too much of his time planning and scheming a way of stealing all the cards gained by the members and successfully getting out of this place he dreaded so much.

 

too bad for him, and perhaps kuina, who just wanted to spend a good night of rest for once, was disinterested in his meticulous plans, it seemed. instead, your gaze was fixated on his eyes, but it had been like that for the past five minutes, and he couldn't help but grow skeptical of the way you would barely blink.

 

"your eyes must have distracted me, pretty boy." you couldn't help but let out an inaudible chuckle at the way he just lifted a hand to his temples and sighed, clearly not having the same fun you were.

 

"that one was your worst," kuina commented on the scene, rolling her eyes. at this point, she was already used to your romantic remarks that surged out of nowhere. "at least for today..."

 

"it sounds to me you're just jealous." you ended up winking her way. "would you like some attention as well, kuina?"

 

and that damned smirk stayed on your face for the whole interaction. that was probably it for kuina, consumed by fatigue and a burning headache, she got up, strolling her way to the door. "we aren't doing anything productive anyway."

 

"you're leaving me here with them?" chishiya asked with a nonchalant voice, clearly not caring whether you would get offended by this or not. he seemed just as tired as kuina, and your childish habits, as he would describe them, weren't of much help.

 

you couldn't help but feign surprise, your mouth opening agape but somehow still carrying a teasing smirk. you liked where this was going—and messing with people's heads.

 

"that's on you for arranging our meetings so late at night." and with that, kuina made herself out of the room, looking like she'd pass out in the next five minutes.

 

you would describe your relationship with these two people as a simple one, apart from the occasional flirting that you decided to randomly add on the most sudden occasions. if you admitted that people hadn't already thought you were cheating on one of them after flirting with a stranger during a game, you would be lying. it turns out you were just good with words, and making people flustered was your forte. what made you so attached to these was probably the fact they would only ignore your constant teasing, which led you to just stick around—surely they could benefit from your manipulation tactics. suddenly you had made up a goal in your mind to get some reaction out of them, especially chishiya, since the guy never seemed to be fazed by anything.

 

as your face turned back to chishiya, you straight up noticed he didn't look the happiest, instead getting up and grabbing whatever stuff he brought with him.

 

"where are you going so soon?" there was that demonic voice of yours once again. "also, what did you mean by leaving you alone with me?"

 

you weren't sure why you kept the innocent talk, knowing both of you knew that wasn't your actual intention. you knew chishiya tried his best to ignore your remarks all the time, but he was growing tired of them. and it seemed the tiredness finally got to him, as if his patience wasn't already running thin.

 

"that's none of your business." he sourly replied, his back turned to you as he didn't dare to move away. "tatta's probably still awake; you can go and bother him instead of us."

 

"why are you so mean?" you whined out, relishing the comfort of the couch you were still sitting on. "you would even flirt back when we first met; now you're just grumpy all the time."

 

"after finding out you do it with everyone, it stopped being fun." you could swear that if he had mumbled a tiny bit lower, you wouldn't have heard what he said. perhaps that was his intention, but you had to thank your captive ears.

 

a smile only didn't creep up on your face immediately because you needed a moment to actually understand what he said. but as soon as it did, he knew it was over for him.

 

"chishiya," you jumped from the couch, walking towards him, suddenly forgetting it was way past midnight as you two were having this conversation. "you're jealous!"

 

even though he wasn't physically turned your way, it was easy to see that he let out the longest sigh just by the movement of his shoulders.

 

"go to sleep." he was quick to try and get you to lay down, which obviously didn't work as you weren't able to contain your giggles and chuckles upon finding out about this underground information.

 

he quickly wondered if you had woken up any of the other residents of the beach rooms with all your noises, but was quickly brought away from his thinking line as you abruptly wrapped your arms around his waist and tried to peek at his face through the crook of his neck.

 

"get off me," he commanded with a more certain voice. you were glad he was too consumed by exhaustion to just push you away, giggling in his ear as if you had just found out the most crucial secret of this damned world.

 

"no way." he could feel your warm breath on his cheeks, and against his own will, chishiya felt his heart race. "you could have just told me; I'd have reserved my flirting for you and you only!"

 

chishiya, at a certain point, didn't know if he was supposed to feel flustered, awkward, or tired all at the same time. somehow, he managed to tear you away to get some sleep, as in, away from you. what he was certain of was that you were never seen again flirting with anyone other than the man himself. even kuina felt skeptical of it and how things changed so much after a simple night.

 

"how come they stopped trying to faze me?" kuina interrogated Chishiya on another day, standing next to chishiya while playing with her dummy cigarette. "not that i miss it, but after last week, they've been weirdly... sane?"

 

at that, chishiya let out a small chuckle as they both stared endlessly at your back. "i gave them some drugs."

 

"huh?!"

A/N: aaaah i finally posted something new... i took a little bit of my time to write this bc i didn't want to leave my requests full.... i still have some to get to so i hope u guys are patient ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ also i changed themes bc i can never stick to something for too long, hope u guys liked it !!!

[thecheshireprincess]

me to me: finish your WIPs ffs

😈 me to me: write smut about Niragi and Chishiya instead

i didn't sleep last night 😳

[maxinehufflepuffprincess]

I'll protect you

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader x Niragi Suguru

Obvi the boys are more likely than not out of character. This is me we're talking about, what else do you expect? 🤭

Warnings: Blood, Death, Cursing, A man harassing the reader.

Love Line Collection.

Summary: Niragi protects his loves when someone breaks into your room.

Niragi was always ready for a fight. It's why he kept his gun close. It's why he kept it next to his side of the bed when he slept. Everyone knew not to mess with him. People tried and they either ended up dead or wishing they were. Niragi could be scary when he wanted to and he took pride in that. So why did this one guy think he could do as he pleased.

It all started when a few new people came to the Beach. One of these people ended up joining the militants. The guy got a gun in his hands and he suddenly thought he was the top dog. He flirted with anyone with a pulse. He threatened people and acted like everything was about him. So when his eyes landed on you during a girl's night with Kuina, he had to have you. Niragi and Chishiya had been off doing their own thing.

You had rejected the man. Of course, you had. You were dating Chishiya and Niragi. Now, everyone knew you were with the two, they didn't know about the guys dating. Most people thought it was just a sexual relationship you had with the two. It wasn't, but that wasn't anyone else's business. Kuina knew she was your best friend and she had walked into your room one morning to show you a new bikini she found, only to be met with the three of you wrapped up in each other's arms. "I ship it." She had squealed excitedly. Kuina had promised not to tell anyone, but she wanted all the gossip.

The man didn't take your rejection well. Nor did he take your other rejections. He cornered you. Grabbing your hand, touching your cheek, pulling on your waist. It was uncomfortable and intimidating, but Kuina had managed to distract him by calling your name. It gave you a moment to breathe, you stomped on his foot and escaped.

"You should tell them." Kuina had told you. The guy was scary, making moves when you weren't interested. He made Niragi look like a saint and that made him more terrifying.

"I don't want to worry them." You had told Kuina as she walked with you back to your room. "They'll worry more if you don't tell them." Kuina was right, she was always right. So the two of you walked into your room, where Niragi was sitting on the bed, questioning Chishiya about why exactly he needed tape, a lighter and some wires. However, their attention went to you and Kuina and immediately they knew something was wrong.

As you told the two what had happened, Niragi pulled you onto his lap, playing with your hair. Kuina explained who the guy was, Chishiya sucked in a breath and it took all of Niragi's strength not to tighten his grip on your hair. He knew exactly who you two had been talking about. It was the same guy he had beaten after he caught him shoving a gun in Chishiya's face before pushing him with said gun. The guy left a bad taste in Niragi's mouth. He made a silent promise to keep you both safe from him.

--

"Are you okay?" You had zoned out for a moment, but the voice of one of your boys brought you back. You nodded, hesitantly. "I think so?" It came out more like a question than an answer. "I just- I didn't know what to do. I completely froze. If Kuina hadn't-" You let out a choked sob. Niragi held you close. He tucked your head under his chin, resting on his chest. Chishiya reached a hand out to grab yours. His thumb danced over your knuckles

Kuina eventually left, giving you a hug before doing so. This left you alone with your boys. You stood up and looked between the two. Niragi was silently plotting his next moves, Chishiya's eyes had been looking you over since he heard about what happened. Like if he looked away, you'd vanish. All of a sudden Niragi got up and reached for his gun.

"Niragi."

"Stop."

You made your way to Niragi, placing a hand on his arm as Chishiya straightened up. Niragi looked at the two of you. Why were you stopping him?

"Why? Clearly, a beating isn't enough for this dick. First, he goes after you." He hissed out as he stepped towards the blonde, cupping his cheeks. "He shoved a gun in your face and then hit you with it. I should have shot him then and there. But I didn't and he went on to try to touch our girl." He turned to look at you, removing one hand from Chishiya. He took your hand in his. "I won't make the same mistake again."

Chishiya let out a small sigh as he leaned into Niragi's touch. "Let it go for the night. She needs you here." He stated. He took a breath before letting out a quiet "I need you here." That pulled at Niragi's heart. You both needed him to be here. "Okay." He nodded. A part of him felt calm. His thumb gently stroked Chishiya's cheek, and his other hand squeezed yours with a softness that only the two of you got to see from Niragi.

--

"Let's go to bed." Niragi walked over to his side of the bed. He sat down, and Chishiya looked at you before getting onto the bed. The space in the middle of them was meant for you. "I'm gonna to the bathroom. I'll join you both in a moment." You turned and made your way to the bathroom. Chishiya and Niragi watched you go. Both of them plotting how to get rid of the bastard that dared to scare you.

Slowly, they moved their hands closer to each other, until their hands met in the middle. Both felt calmer, just a little. Both felt safe. All they needed now was for you to join them and be in their arm.

But it happened so fast. Neither realised what was happening until they heard you scream. You had just finished up in the bathroom. You did what you needed, washed your hands and were currently drying them. Then you opened to bathroom door, ready to join your loves. Only to find him there. When had he come into your room? How did he even know this was your room? You let out a fearful scream seeing the knife in his hand. His free hand shot out, wrapping around your neck. He pushed you against the wall, and the bathroom door slammed shut. "Shh, just be a good girl for me. I won't have to hurt you if you just behave." His voice was dark. It held no mercy. Hell, he had a sick sense of joy in his tone.

The door to the bathroom burst open. There stood Niragi, gun in hand. Chishiya stood slightly behind him in the doorway. His taser in hand, ready to be used. "Let her go, now." Niragi growled. He wasn't asking. The hand on your throat loosened for a second before tightening again. Your chest felt heavy, it was like you forgot how to breathe.

Niragi stepped deeper into the bathroom. "I won't tell you again. Get off of her." He noticed the blonde moving to his side. Both were ready to fight if need be. The two looked at each other for a mere moment. Eyes locked. He knew that look. The cat had a plan. Niragi got his attention on him. Chishiya's movement was slow. Almost unnoticeable and just as he was about to shock him with the taser, Chishiya's wrist was grabbed, the taser falling to the floor. Shit.

"You think I'm stupid, pretty boy?" His grip tightened on your throat, and his nails dug into Chishiya's wrist. "Yeah, I do." That made the man freeze in confusion. And then, a loud sound filled the room and he was in pain. His grip loosened and he fell onto the cold tile floor. You took in a breath as Chishiya made his way to you. He looked you over. "Come on." He walked you to the bathroom door.

Another shot rang through the room. "Don't look back." So you didn't, you focused on Chishiya as he walked you to the bed and began to check your neck.

Meanwhile, Niragi held no punches. He shot the man, making sure to make his suffering last. His screams and begs made Niragi grin. A twisted grin. He had missed this feeling. He squatted down next to the man. "You already had your chance and you blew it." He told him, in a mocking tone, taunting the man. Niragi beat the man black and blue. "This is what happens when you touch what's mine." Then he put a final bullet in his head.

Niragi let the feeling flood through him before he turned around and left the bathroom. He closed the door after him. He walked over to you both. He gently hands the fingers of his right hand through your hair, the fingers of his left through Chishiya's. "Pack what you need. We're moving to my room. No one will touch either of you if you're there." There was no room for arguments, but both of you stayed there for a moment.

Niragi knelt down in front of you. His eyes darkened seeing your throat bruised. He looked at Chishiya's wrist, which was starting to bruise as well. "Are you both okay?" He asked. Chishiya nodded cooly. You took a moment before shaking your head. You launched yourself into their arms, and both men held you and each other close. "Thank you."

Niragi made a slient promise. No one was going to hurt either of you ever again. Not on his watch. No one was getting any chances. No one crossed Suguru Niragi and got to live.

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@thecheshireprincess @mocchii-writes @moonchild323232 @potato-vagina @monkey4lifer

[ankababy]

Hello, me again... I feel I just flood your inbox sometimes after updates...

But I'm curious after the last update and certain scenes in it, where we got a look into the boys heads about more sexual thoughts about OC from the boys. You described both of them having a little moment of wanting her in such ways. And it made me curious on what you headcannon as Chishiya's sexual history?

Like we KNOW Niragi fucks. A lot. Has probably tried God knows what with who etc.

But Chishiya's whole thing is NOT letting people close. So I was just curious if you feel if a) he has had sex before and b) what that looked like?

The visual you gave in last update made him seem a bit similar to Niragi but more manipulative? In getting some one into bed. So I'm just wondering if that's something you think he's done before or just how he would do it to feel comfortable or what? Like has sex been a weapon before for him, or is it just another part of "observation" for him? Watching someone fall apart like that, twisting them to suit his needs kinda deal?

(And obviously it would be different with OC, cause she is different FOR him...) but in terms of previous sexual encounters...

Similar to Niragi wanting to "ruin her" and drawing on those experiences when he thinks about it but the first kiss is soft as fuck boi. Cause everything he's used to isn't the same with OC.

I have my own headcannons on Chishiya's own sexual history but I'm curious as to yours now if you're willing to share and it isn't spoiler territory. If it is please DM me lol ❤️

P.S

Also thought it was really interesting you made the choice to have Niragi be his little psycho self from even at high school age... a lot of people see it as being very repressed until borderlands gives him the freedom. So I really liked the freshness there of how long he's been broken for... anyway... I'll shut up now! Amazing update as always ❤️

He tried sex. He tried many things in life, not exactly hoping, more like wanting to see if it captures him, if it gives him a reason to live, but none of them really did. Including sex. It was good, with random girls who threw themselves at him, he tried staying after, tried not staying, tried many things, either way it wasn’t really special. Just another thing that wasn’t good enough for him, but he tried.

PLEASE drop your own headcannons on it, anyone can drop any hc on me I love new things to live with🫶

Thank you❤️❤️

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ body electric ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ suguru niragi x former!lover!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! please note that i do not agree with the choices of niragi and for any fanfictions i write about him, those controversial actions will be omitted!

˚ ༘♡ it was the strangest thing, stepping out of your bedroom and into a world that had ceased to exist. the familiar cadence of life, the hushed creaks of the old family estate, the distant sounds of the city beyond, had been swallowed whole by silence. you called out, expecting an answer, but none came. the lavish halls stretched empty, the doors left ajar as if abandoned in an instant. outside, the streets of tokyo stood frozen in time, emptied of their ceaseless crowds, their neon-lit chaos. no cars idling at intersections, no distant murmur of conversation, no footsteps beyond your own.

˚ ༘♡ for hours, you wandered, a lone figure adrift in a dead city. the absence of life gnawed at your mind, an eerie stillness pressing against your skin. you searched for movement, for any sign that you weren’t the last person left in the world. then, at long last, you found them, a handful of strangers clustered in the remains of a building complex, their faces etched with the same confusion and fear that pained your expression. pitiful consolation burned in your chest, only to be doused by frustration. they knew nothing. no one did.

˚ ༘♡ then came the notification, it read the following, “visa: 3 days remaining.”

˚ ༘♡ your heart pounded as you turned to one of the others, demanding to know what it meant. their answer was worse than anything your mind had conjured. you had three days to play. three days to win. fail, or refuse, and your visa would expire. and when that happened, you would die.

˚ ༘♡ it sounded absurd, a nightmare spun from exhaustion and fear. but then the first game began.

˚ ༘♡ a siren wailed through the building, red emergency lights casting the halls in an unnatural glow. a door slammed open. and then he appeared.

˚ ༘♡ a towering figure draped in dark clothing, a horse mask concealing his face, the gleam of a gun heavy in his hands. he did not hesitate. the first shot rang out, cutting through the confusion, splattering blood across the walls. screams shattered the air. chaos erupted, bodies scrambling for cover as the game of tag began, except this wasn’t a game. not really.

˚ ༘♡ you ran. every breath burned, every heartbeat a countdown to death. the masked man moved with terrifying precision, his steps unhurried, methodical. you turned a corner just as another shot rang out through the air, a body hitting the ground behind you. fear coursed through your veins like fire, but survival drove you forward.

˚ ༘♡ in the end, you lived, not by skill, not by strength, but by sheer luck. a young man and a woman, moving like they had done this before, found the safe zone in the final moments. you barely made it, collapsing against the wall, lungs heaving, the taste of fear still thick in your throat. the masked man vanished. the sirens cut off. eerie silence returned.

˚ ༘♡ your phone buzzed again. your visa had been extended.

˚ ༘♡ the next day, you could hardly move. fatigue and shock weighed you down, pinning you to the cold floor of the abandoned building you had taken refuge in. your mind refused to process what had happened, but deep down, you knew. if you didn’t move, if you didn’t act, you wouldn’t survive the next game.

˚ ༘♡ it was pure chance that you ran into them again, the two who had saved you. the young man introduced himself as ryohei arisu, the woman as yuzuha usagi. you thanked them, though words felt meaningless after what you had just endured. when they asked if you wanted to join them, you didn’t hesitate.

˚ ༘♡ arisu mentioned a location called the beach, a rumored sanctuary where players had gathered. a sliver of hope in a city that had become a graveyard.

˚ ༘♡ it took time, careful observation, and calculated risk, but after following a group of players you recognized from the game of tag, you knew you were close, but without warning a devastating blow was delivered to the back of your head and you were entrenched by darkness.

˚ ༘♡ when you woke, your wrists were bound, the scent of lavender incense thick in the air. a lavish room stretched before you, unfamiliar faces standing in the dim light. a man entered, draped in a loose robe, his presence far too casual for the circumstances. he grinned and extended his arms in a welcoming gesture, “i am sure you all have questions, and we have the answers you are searching for.”

˚ ༘♡ the robed man, who introduced himself as the hatter, was the self-proclaimed ruler of the beach. with a charismatic grin, he explained the laws that governed this facade of a sanctuary, his voice smooth, practically hypnotic, as if he had rehearsed it countless times before.

˚ ༘♡ one. all playing cards collected from the games belonged to the beach. they believed that obtaining a full deck would grant them passage back to the original world, though there was no proof, only blind faith and desperation. two. all members were to follow the will of the leader, the hatter himself, and his chosen executive members. their word was law. questioning it was not an option. three. the most sinister of all, betray the beach, and you will be executed without mercy.

˚ ༘♡ his delivery was casual and lighthearted, but the dread of those mandates settled akin to lead in your stomach. there was no room for dissent. you were not being invited, you were being conscripted.

˚ ༘♡ with no choice but to comply, you were ushered away, given a simple command: change into swimsuits. no exceptions. it was a method of control, a way to ensure no weapons could be concealed. but beyond that, it was humiliating. a stripping away of your identity, reducing you to just another body in the beach’s twisted paradise.

˚ ༘♡ you were led into a grand dressing room, its gilded mirrors and velvet benches a stark contrast to the world outside. racks of swimwear lined the walls, bright, revealing, designed for spectacle rather than function. hesitant, you sifted through the options before settling on a pearl-white one-piece with a sweetheart neckline, elegant yet understated. even so, the thought of baring yourself in such a vulnerable space made you uneasy. for a sliver of modesty, you grabbed a sheer cover-up, draping it over your shoulders before stepping out into the heart of the resort.

˚ ༘♡ and what you saw left you speechless.

˚ ༘♡ the beach was alive with indulgence. men and women in vibrant bikinis and neon swim trunks danced freely, their bodies moving under the golden glow of the sun. cocktails sloshed in their hands, music pulsed from unseen speakers, laughter rang out like the city had never vanished. it was surreal, a fever dream of excess set against the backdrop of an abandoned world.

˚ ༘♡ but beneath the revelry, there was something off. something calculated.

˚ ༘♡ as you moved through the crowd, you felt it, the leering gazes of men trailing after you, drinking you in like you were just another prize in this lawless haven. your grip tightened around your cover-up, pulling it closer, shielding yourself as best as you could without drawing attention. searching the crowd, you finally spotted familiar faces, usagi and arisu, standing off to the side, their expressions indistinct.

˚ ༘♡ relief rushed through you as you hurried over. “i thought i’d never be able to find you two.”

˚ ༘♡ usagi glanced up, her eyes taking you in. she wore a navy blue two-piece, a peach zip-up jacket pulled tightly around her frame despite the heat. her voice was low, almost conspiratorial as she muttered, “can you believe they’re making everyone dress like this? it’s humiliating.”

˚ ༘♡ arisu, arms crossed, let out a slow breath, gaze drifting toward the endless stretch of blue sky. “you think what the executives said is true?” his voice was laced with doubt. “that if we gather all the cards, we can go back?”

˚ ༘♡ neither you nor usagi answered. because what was there to say? it was a fool’s hope, a dangling promise intended to keep the beach running, to keep its members playing the games. no one knew if escape was even possible. and something told you that the people in charge of these depraved, debauched games didn’t care.

˚ ༘♡ the vivacious laughter and excitement that had consumed the resort mere moments ago began to wane, like a tide pulling back, exposing something far more menacing beneath the surface. you felt it before you saw it, a change in the air, an unspoken tension that rippled through the crowd, silencing the drunken revelry. turning your head, your breath became erratic.

˚ ༘♡ a group of men strode through the party, their presence suffocating, the very energy of the beach seeming to warp around them. at the front of the pack, you recognized him immediately, the man who had taken down the tagger during your first game. his presence had unnerved you then, and it unnerved you now. he moved with the quiet confidence of a predator, his muscled frame tense beneath his tank top, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd with indifference. he looked like a member of the yakuza with his shaved head and vicious attitude.

˚ ༘♡ yet, it was the figure behind him that truly sent a chill down your spine. a man dressed in black, his hood drawn up over his head, a long, gleaming blade clutched in his grip. his head was shaved clean, but tattoos inked his stark white skin, crawling down his neck like a web of curses. he didn’t speak. he didn’t need to. his very presence was suffocating, a walking omen of violence.

˚ ༘♡ your gaze steadily drifted to the figure on the left, and your entire body locked up.

˚ ༘♡ no.

˚ ༘♡ your heart lurched, your stomach twisting into knots so tight you felt nauseous. your breath caught in your throat, your knees going weak beneath you. your mind screamed at you that it couldn’t be, that it shouldn’t be. but it was.

˚ ༘♡ “hey, aguni, who is this jerk staring at you?”

˚ ༘♡ the masculine voice with a taunting edge, slashed through the unbearable silence, your gaze landed on him. niragi.

˚ ༘♡ he stood before you, a rifle slung casually over his shoulder, his smirk razor-sharp and laced with cruelty. but your eyes weren’t on the weapon. they weren’t even on the piercings that now lined his eyebrow and tongue, nor the unruly strands of black hair that had grown out since you last saw him.

˚ ༘♡ the same eyes that once held warmth, shyness, devotion. the same eyes that once looked at you like you were his entire world. but now? now they were malicious and dark, devoid of anything kind and compassionate. the cocky bravado was there, the smirk, the teasing edge to his voice. but for a fleeting second, just a fraction of a second, his mask slipped. his expression faltered. he recognized you. he wasn’t expecting this, he wasn’t expecting you.

˚ ༘♡ arisu, beside you, blinked in surprise. “you’re the guy from the game of tag.”

˚ ༘♡ aguni, the man leading the group, barely spared you a glance. instead, his gaze flickered over the three of you, his lips curling in something that wasn’t quite a sneer, wasn’t quite pity. “i see your friend died.” his tone was cold, impersonal. “what a shame. the weak ones survived.”

˚ ༘♡ niragi, however, was no longer looking at arisu or aguni. his full attention was on you. his fingers twitched at his side, his head tilting slightly, like he was trying to piece together if this was real or some bizarre hallucination. then, before you could even think of what to say, he took a step forward, closing the distance between you just enough to make your breath catch in your throat.

˚ ༘♡ ”it’s been a while, honey.”

˚ ༘♡ his voice was laced with mockery, with that menacing brutality, but there was something else too, something genuine. a sliver of sincerity buried beneath it all, a trace of something that made your heart ache, remnants of the niragi you once cherished so deeply.

˚ ༘♡ “why are you hanging out with this loser?” niragi seethed, his voice ridden with contempt as his glare locked onto arisu. before arisu could even process the insult, let alone defend himself, niragi swung the end of his rifle into his face with a sickening crack. the impact sent arisu crashing onto the cold, tiled floor, his head snapping back against the hard surface.

˚ ༘♡ blood gushed from his nose and mouth almost instantly, painting the shining white tiles in deep crimson. he barely had a chance to react before niragi loomed over him, lifting his boot and slamming it into his ribs. arisu curled inward, gasping in pain, but niragi wasn’t done. he kicked him again, this time in the head.

˚ ༘♡ usagi let out a panicked cry and dropped to the ground beside arisu, her hands flying up to shield him. “stop! please!” she shouted, desperation cracking her voice. she tried to shove niragi away, but he barely stumbled. without hesitation, he turned and shoved her back with enough force to send her sprawling across the floor.

˚ ༘♡ “what the hell are you doing?” you snapped, horror and disbelief flooding your veins. your mind reeled, unable to make sense of what you were seeing, of the man standing before you. niragi had once been the one suffering under the weight of cruelty, bullied relentlessly until he had nearly been broken. you had been the one to step in, to defend him, to pull him from the insults and beatings of others. and now, here he was, standing in the shoes of the very monsters who had tormented him.

˚ ༘♡ what happened to him?

˚ ༘♡ “niragi, enough! no more!” you yelled out, but he ignored you, lifting his boot again as if he had already decided arisu’s fate.

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t think. you acted. you threw yourself in front of him, your body a barrier between niragi and the bloodied mess of arisu curled up on the floor. usagi was already huddled beside him, shielding him as best as she could. you could see niragi’s rise and fall as adrenaline coursed through his veins, feel his eyes boring into you, but you didn’t care.

˚ ༘♡ “what have you become?” you shouted, your voice shaking, your emotions threatening to swallow you whole. “have you lost your mind because of these games? is this who you are now?”

˚ ༘♡ niragi stood motionless, his expression darkening. for a minute, something unreadable glistened in his gaze, something vanishing, something buried beneath layers of cruelty and indifference. then, his lips coiled into a sneer.

˚ ༘♡ “what have i become?” he mocked, his tone laced with amusement. “why are you being so melodramatic?”

˚ ༘♡ your heart pounded as you looked past him, at the men standing behind him, watching without saying a word. this was for them. niragi wasn’t just acting out of anger, he was performing, playing the role expected of him, preserving whatever foreboding image he had built here.

˚ ༘♡ he exhaled sharply and tilted his head, his smirk growing. “get out of my way, would you?” his voice was almost teasing, but there was a dangerous edge beneath it. he reached out, fingers brushing against your cheek in a touch that once would have made you feel more beloved than any woman in the world. but now? now, it was no different than the most potent of venom.

˚ ༘♡ your grimaced with revulsion, and before he could even register it, you jerked away, stepping back like his touch had burned you. niragi chuckled, shaking his head. “come on, don’t be like that,” he mused. “i promise we’ll have all the time in the world to catch up, after i finish with these two.”

˚ ༘♡ he moved to step around you, his patience wearing thin, but you blocked him again. this time, your stance was firmer, your hands clenching into fists at your sides, your fingernails digging into the skin of your palms. you could feel your pulse pounding in your throat, but you forced yourself to meet his gaze, unflinching.

˚ ༘♡ “niragi, please.”

˚ ༘♡ his name left your lips softer this time, stripped of the anger, stripped of the disbelief. it was a plea, not simply for arisu’s sake but for his, for the young man you once knew, the one you once loved.

˚ ༘♡ niragi hesitated. for a short while, something in his expression changed. you held his gaze, hoping, praying, that somewhere beneath the layers of cruelty and violence, he still remembered, those late-night phone calls, the way he used to look at you when he thought you weren’t watching, the warmth of his fingers laced through yours on lazy afternoons at the café. if there was anything left of that niragi, maybe, just maybe, he would stop.

˚ ༘♡ his smirk twitched, his tongue flicking over the silver piercing on his lip. then, with a lazy wave of his hand, he scoffed. “eh, whatever,” he muttered, swinging his rifle back over his shoulder as if nothing had happened. “this is no fun with you whining in my ear.” he turned away without another glance, striding off like he had already forgotten all about you. the rest of the men followed, their presence dissipating as quickly as it had arrived. aguni lingered for a tad longer, his expression obscured and harsh, before he, too, disappeared into his horde of followers.

˚ ༘♡ you stood bewildered, the tension in your body unraveling all at once, leaving only nausea in its wake. the atmosphere still buzzed with energy from the resort party, but it all felt so far away, like a different world entirely. your mind returned to arisu and usagi, they required your help.

˚ ༘♡ you spun on your heel and dropped to your knees beside him. he was still on the floor, barely conscious, his face drained of color, his body limp. usagi knelt beside him, pressing her zip-up jacket against his forehead to slow the bleeding. the fabric was already stained deep red.

˚ ༘♡ panic surged through you. you reached out, brushing arisu’s shoulder tenderly, trying to ground yourself as much as him. “i’ll get help, okay? stay here.”

˚ ༘♡ usagi nodded, her jaw tight, her focus entirely on arisu. you pushed yourself to your feet, your heart hammering as you turned and ran. you didn’t know where you were going. you didn’t even know who you could turn to in a place like this. but you had to hurry. arisu was losing too much blood, his life was in danger, because of niragi.

˚ ༘♡ your mind still couldn’t fully grasp it, the sheer impossibility of what he had become. your sweet and loving boyfriend you once knew was gone, replaced by a man who could smile through savagery, who could beat someone half to death and consider it entertainment.

˚ ༘♡ niragi was gone. whatever had taken his place, you weren’t sure you wanted to understand.

a/n: my first alice in borderland fanfiction! if you have any thoughts or requests, please let me know! 🤍

[vin-taege]

Hi! I loved your awkward chishiya flirting sooo much <3 The way you write is so in character even with him being nervous about showing affection. Can you write him being completely oblivious he’s liked yn the whole time they’ve been through the games; he thought he was just protecting them out of trying to be a better person until Kuina is like you moron you’re clearly in love w them!!

And he’s like oh fuck, what are feelings?? I have them?? His thought process as he tries to deny it and then him having some awkward interactions w yn bc he doesn’t know how to act now he’s aware he likes her and then is desperately trying to flirt with no idea how to at all

Tokens of Appreciation

Summary: Chishiya tells himself that he sees you only as a friend, despite doing his best to give you a gift.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: reader x chishiya

Words: 2.4k

Note: I tweaked this a little to show more of him being in denial and still in the middle of processing it ^^ I didn't want it to be too close to the other awkward flirting fic, but I hope you still like it! Also god, I;m so sorry it took more than a year ; O; Good news is that I'm almost done with my thesis, so I have a bit more time to write :DD

Chishiya set the screwdriver down with a frustrated sigh. The music box sat in front of him, open yet still without song. He saw this on the day of the six of clubs game. The car that was supposed to pick them up got a flat tire and stranded them for a good hour. As much as he hated the militants for their incompetence, he was grateful that he had extra time to scavenge around the nearby shops. It was in one of the metalwork stalls where he found it.

It was fairly light, small enough that you could hold it when you brought both hands together. The outside looked like a small pot, with the lid having scalloped edges. Ornate, gold vines swirled around the sides of the box, leading up to the front. At the center of it was a teardrop-shaped gemstone that refracted prisms under light. Inside was a small rabbit instead of a typical ballerina. It posed with its arms up mid-dance, pointy ears curved back as it looked up.

That was what made Chishiya decide that this was the perfect gift for you. At the beginning of your friendship—before you had worn down his walls with “incessant” conversation—you had off-handedly mentioned a memory of your childhood toy.

“Oh, look at that!” you picked up the small piece of candy. The packaging still boasted its classic colors of red, blue, white, and black. Turning around, you held it out to Chishiya. “I used to eat this all the time when I was a kid.”

He wrinkled his nose in disgust. This was the ninth room around the Beach that you’ve ‘investigated’—a fancy word you liked to use instead of ‘snooped around.’ “You don’t know how long that’s been there. Plus, you’ll get cavities.”

“Candy doesn’t expire,” you stuck your tongue out at him, swiftly unwrapping the sweet and popping it in your mouth. You smoothed out the wrapper, particularly the area around the illustrated rabbit.

“Somehow, I don’t think that’s true—”

“He looks like the bunny plush I had.” Chishiya knit his eyebrows in confusion before glancing at the wrapper. He shrugged, feigning indifference.

“All rabbits look the same.”

“No, idiot. This one has pointy ears instead of rounded ones.”

“What’s that?” Kuina’s voice nearly made him knock over the entire thing. He flinched, throwing a blanket over his project. Clearing his throat, he stood up and narrowed his eyes at the girl.

“What did I tell you about knocking?”

Despite his small frame blocking the table from view, Kuina side-stepped around him, swiftly pulling the cloth right off. He hissed, moving to take the music box, but Kuina was faster, swiping it off the table and bringing it up to her eye level.

“Wow,” she enunciated, dragging the word. “This is for them, isn’t it?”

“No,” he tried not to stutter. He reached for it before Kuina held it above him. Her eyes were glued to the meticulous details. “If you drop that, I will kill you next game and make it look like an accident.”

She chortled, throwing her head back. Her loudness grew on him—is what he always told himself. Being his only friend when the Beach was only starting to form, he learned quickly how to tolerate Kuina’s more bubbly personality.

“What’s it for? Their birthday coming up?”

“No. I’m just making sure all our pieces are in place.” Kuina let him nab the item back. She watched as he wrapped it in the blanket, tucking it safely back into a drawer. 

“You totally like her,” she snorted.

“No, I don’t!” It came out too fast, too loudly. Chishiya’s face was starting to redden. His lips were pressed in a thin line, eyes downcast. It took a moment for him to collect himself. “We need her for the plan.”

“Yeah, right. It’s been half a year. Whatever long game you’re playing is over,” she smirked at him, plopping on his bed. “If anything, you’re the one getting played.”

“I don’t like her that way,” he crossed his arms defensively.

“Keep telling yourself that, lover boy,” Kuina chuckled, throwing a pillow at him. Chishiya swatted it away, face beet-red.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Call you what, lover boy?”

“Kuina!”

Three soft knocks interrupted their banter. Chishiya froze when you opened the door, slipping in with a mischievous grin. Your arms were behind your back, hands hidden from their view. A faint crinkling gave Chishiya a hint as to what you were holding. 

You stepped towards him, making him instinctively block the drawer the music box was in. Your grin spread wider, making your cheeks look unbearably adorable. Wait, did he really think that?

“I have something for you,” you said almost teasingly. You thrust your hand to his chest, pressing a package of biscuits on him. He wasn’t religious, but he prayed that you couldn’t feel his heartbeat thrumming out his rib cage.

Glancing down, he gave the biscuits a curious look-over. The wrapper was pink and white, with small cartoon strawberries spread around it. Attempting to take it from you gently, his fingers grazed over the back of your hand, flustering you both. Quickly, you whipped your head towards Kuina, chucking her the other item.

She caught the lighter with ease, excitedly flicking it on. Kuina was certain the militants threw it out after the pool fire incident. Totally not your trio’s fault. “Woah! Where’d you get these?”

“I was in Tatta’s storage space,” you beamed proudly.

Chishiya’s blood curdled. He squeezed the biscuits, though still careful not to break them. Shifting his weight to one foot, he scrunched his face in distaste. “What were you doing with Tatta?”

“Nothing, we were just hanging out. Ann dragged him into the hallway for a quick conversation so I had time to ‘investigate,’” you motioned with air quotes.

“What are you hanging out with him for?” The blunt words left his mouth before he could process them. 

His heart shrivelled a little when your smile faded. Taken aback, you clasped your hands, suddenly self-conscious. “I thought he was nice and making another friend around here didn’t seem like a bad idea.”

“Well, what if he’s just another sleaze like Niragi? You know how some of the men slobber like dogs here. And you’re in a closed space with just him? Just the two of you in a room? Together? Do you know how stupid that is? What if something happened and Kuina and I were in this room and we couldn’t hear you and—”

“What Chishiya is saying—” Kuina spoke over him, sending him a sharp glare despite her pinched smile. “—is that we just want you to be careful around here. I think Tatta is a fun guy too, but don’t let your guard down that easily okay?”

You nodded wordlessly, avoiding Chishiya’s eyes. Unbeknownst to you, his look softened, fingers releasing their tight grip on the biscuits. He slouched, silently berating himself for sounding so harsh, especially after you’ve just given him a gift. Oh god, you gave him a gift! He looked back at the cookies, strawberry-flavored no doubt. Perhaps it was your attention to detail that chipped at his armor. The way you remembered how he took two teaspoons of sugar with his tea and how you’d sometimes take his hoodie after a rough game and bring it back smelling of fabric softener.

Just normal things good friends would do for each other. Because that’s what you were—good friends.

“Chishiya?”

“What?” He blinked slowly, glancing at Kuina through silver hair framing his face. 

“I said I’m gonna get us drinks from the bar. You sound like you need it.” She stood up, motioning for you to take her place on the bed. You shot her a small smile, though your mood has obviously been dampened. 

Kuina passed near Chishiya, lowering her voice to whisper, “Fix your mess.”

When the door shut with a soft click, it was quiet for a few awkward moments. The room felt like a held breath, with Chishiya still standing, holding the biscuits like an idiot, while you were sitting on his bed, regarding him a huge eye sore in the middle of the spacious hotel room. Being a high-profile diamonds player bought him certain luxuries, despite how unnecessarily flashy he deemed them. 

“I know you’re just looking out for me, but you really could be nicer sometimes.” He almost didn’t catch what you said, your voice soft. “I just wanted to get you something nice.”

He sighed, more so at his own stupidity. He pushed himself off the drawer and sat beside you, your knees touching. Pinching the corner of the wrapper, he ripped the packaging open, angling the biscuits towards you. Your knee tensed beside him, making guilt claw at his stomach more.

“Take one,” he said, almost demandingly. You huffed, gingerly taking a piece. It was a small, pillow-shaped shell. You bit into it, bringing your hand back to look at the strawberry filling inside. Chishiya hummed in approval as soon as the sweet cream hit his tongue.

Wordlessly, you shared the biscuits—his own form of apology. You scooted closer to him, a silent act of forgiveness he quickly picked up on. Always the clever man, yet he could never figure himself out.

“I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you. Anyone with eyes can see how beautiful you are. If anyone here tried anything on you, I’d have to put rat poison in their alcohol. Do you know how troublesome that is?” he wrinkled his nose, pointedly munching.

A grin crept into your face. Your eyes flitted towards his face, dark brown eyes meeting yours. “You think I’m beautiful?”

Chishiya was stunned for a second. Blood rushed to his cheeks and the furrow in his brows deepened. He stammered, “No. No! That’s not what I meant. I mean that I’m just worried about you!”

You brought your face just a tad bit closer to his. “You worry about me?”

“No, no! I mean, you’re just a good ally and I don’t have any other strong feelings about you. I’m doing this for the sake of our alliance—”

He didn’t notice as you took the last biscuit, gingerly pushing it against his lips. He froze, eyes wide as he took in your appearance. An orange glow from the setting sun wrapped around your silhouette. You looked heavenly, like an angel beckoning him to the next life. Despite all logic screaming at him, he would gladly take your hand and go wherever that may be. 

You pushed the biscuit past his lips, the soft pair almost chasing after your fingertip as you pulled away. Curling your finger, you wiped the corner of his mouth with the edge of your knuckles. His breath stilled in his chest.

Chishiya leaned closer, your pull towards him magnetic. Shakily, he brought a hand up, about to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. He’s seen this move once before, during a promotional commercial for a drama. He was reviewing for his finals at the time, taking only a few seconds to stare coldly at his roommate because of how loud the TV was. Evidently, he never put it into practice before.

“Ow!” you jolted back, hands cupping your face. Somehow, despite his brilliant mind, he accidentally poked you in the eye. You grit your teeth in pain, globs of tears running down your cheek. 

“Shit, I’m sorry!” He tried prying your eyes away from your face, using his free arm to wrap around your back. “I’m so sorry. Shit. Don’t rub it, it’ll get worse. Come here.”

Assisting you through your blurry vision, he managed to walk you to his bathroom. He turned the faucet on, making you bend over the sink. Forcing stillness into his hand, he caught the water, gently splashing it against your reddening eye. You hissed, jolting back at the contact, though a firm hand on your back kept you in place.

“I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to.” The distress was evident in his voice. You’ve never seen him in such shambles before, not even during games where he was at the brink of death.

“I know, ‘Shiya. It’s okay,” you managed to smile at him. He wiped your eyes with a soft towel, bringing it down for a second to gently grip your chin. He nudged your head up, only enough for him to check on your eye. He let out a deep sigh before pressing the towel back. At least the pain has died down a bit now. “How bad is it?”

“It’s not fatal.”

You snorted, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. His lips twitched almost into a grin, though he was still slouched over in embarrassment. “I can’t believe this is the thanks I get for feeding you.”

“I… I-I didn’t mean to. Honestly!” He shoved his other hand into his hoodie pocket. Suddenly, the floor was the most interesting thing in the room. You chuckled lightly at his antics. There was something so boyish about the way he stood, almost as if he wanted his hoodie to swallow him whole.

You brought your hand up, wrapping it around his on the towel. His cheeks heated up, though still defiant in meeting your gaze. You stroked the back of his hand with your thumb, surprised that he hasn’t pulled away yet.

“I’m sorry I poked your eye. I was just trying to…” he trailed off. How was he even going to explain himself out of this one? “There was dirt on your face. You should take a bath from time to time.”

“I do take baths!” you exclaimed, swatting at him again. You jabbed a finger to his chest, tone riddled with tease. “You’re just so obsessed with me.”

He finally allowed himself to smile, the smile that made everything feel normal again. At that moment, you weren’t players in the Borderland fighting for your life every other day. You were just two friends, for now. Chishiya is a tough nut to crack, but between your laughter sounding like tinkling bells and the euphoric buzz he gets from being around you, he’d be able to sort himself out. He just needs to take it one step at a time, starting with making that music box sing for you again. 

Because that's what good friends do. God, he was such a good friend.

Back in the main room, the entrance door swung open, followed by the sound of glass bottles clinking against each other. Kuina proudly declared, “I got us the stuff!”

“Did you bring ice?” Chishiya called out to her.

“Of course!” Even from the bathroom, you could hear her huff.

“Good, because we need a bunch of it here.”

[dreamwavesexploringreality]

Unfinished business (pt 1):

Chishiya x Reader

Requested: Chishiya and the reader, who are in a relationship, face a game together where her toxic ex-boyfriend appears

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"Ready?" Chishiya asked as he strode into Y/N's room without bothering to knock.

The girl was staring at her reflection in the mirror, trying to tie her hair into a high ponytail that would keep it out of her way during a game where her life might be on the line.

"Almost," she replied, struggling to tame a few rebellious strands that refused to cooperate.

With a sigh of feigned annoyance, Chishiya stepped forward, his hands moving through her hair with practiced ease to help smooth it back.

"Thanks," she smiled, turning to plant a soft kiss on his lips, which he returned without hesitation.

If anyone had ever told Chishiya he would be this affectionate with someone, he wouldn't have believed it. Yet, somehow, through time and relentless effort, Y/N had managed to break down the high walls he'd built around himself, walls he once thought impenetrable, keeping him distant from anything resembling human emotion.

"Shall we?" she asked, extending her hand toward him. He took it, intertwining his fingers with hers.

The pair walked out the door, their steps immediately met by the raucous noise of the crowd in the main hall, ready to face another night of death and pain with false optimism and several liters of alcohol in their systems.

They descended the stairs in silence, and Y/N felt the faint pressure of Chishiya's hand giving hers a gentle squeeze before releasing it. It was a familiar routine; whenever they entered a crowded space, he would always let go. Everyone at The Beach already knew they were together—it wasn't a secret, nor did they try to hide it. Still, Chishiya found comfort in masking his emotions in public, and Y/N didn’t mind. It was enough for her to know that, at the end of the day, he was still hers.

With a quick nod of his head, Chishiya gestured for her to pick up her group number for that night's game.

Approaching the table, she took a folded slip of paper from Niragi, who handed it over with a gaze heavy with desire. Y/N avoided his look as quickly as she could. She heard his laughter, a sound that reminded her of a hyena, and at the same moment felt a hand rest lightly on her lower back. Turning, she exhaled in relief to find Chishiya standing there.

Without a word, Chishiya extended his free hand, and Niragi handed him his slip in a silent exchange, their gazes locking in an unspoken challenge.

The couple moved through the crowd, Chishiya's hand lingering on her lower back, almost imperceptible to anyone who wasn’t paying close attention. With subtle movements, he guided her toward the farthest wall of the room, where they unfolded their respective slips of paper.

"We're together tonight," he noted after glancing at the numbers.

Y/N nodded, though a wave of unease churned in her stomach. She looked at him, doubt flickering in her eyes. His face remained calm and stoic, his gaze fixed ahead on the Hatter, who had begun his usual speech. Chishiya was impossible to read when he chose to be neutral. Was he pleased they were paired tonight? Was he afraid? Or did he simply not care? Y/N brushed the doubts aside, knowing they wouldn’t do her any good, and tried to focus on the Hatter. She didn’t notice the fleeting glance Chishiya cast her way, nor the moment his mask slipped, revealing his grim realization that tonight, he might have to watch her die.

When the speech ended, Y/N felt his hand on her back again, urging her to move. Together, they walked outside, where the cars were already waiting to take the players to their destination. She noticed Chishiya's touch grow slightly more intimate as it shifted to her waist, giving her a gentle squeeze before letting go entirely.

The two entered the car alongside three other players, plunging into the night with their minds weighed down by worries and a bitter foreboding in their throats.

When they arrived at the venue and stepped through the counting laser, they found themselves in a small, nearly empty room. Apart from the five players from The Beach, there were three other men, their faces pale and filled with terror. "Newbies," Y/N thought with a pang of sympathy.

“The game will begin in one minute,” the robotic voice announced.

Y/N leaned against a wall beside Chishiya but kept some distance, a rule he reminded her of almost daily. In front of strangers, especially in a game where emotions could be weaponized, distance was crucial. He always softened his tone when explaining this, his fingers brushing against her cheek as his steely words melted into an apology. He would end his reminder with a gentle kiss, a silent plea for understanding.

Recalling the taste of his lips, Y/N slid down the wall, sitting on the floor with a sigh. She glanced at her phone: thirty seconds until the game started.

Suddenly, the laser beeped again. A new player entered. From her spot on the floor, Y/N looked up, her body reacting before her mind. Her heart raced, blood surging through her veins like fire as her eyes locked with the newcomer. One thought consumed her as those cold eyes bore into hers: Kai.

The phone chimed, announcing the game’s rules.

Swallowing hard, Y/N forced herself to focus on the screen, her trembling hands clutching the device. She tried to stand, but her legs refused to obey, as though cursed to stay still. She hated it—hated feeling so small, so exposed in front of that man. A flood of unwelcome memories swept over her, dragging her back into a pit of insecurity and helplessness she had worked so hard to bury. Only Kai, with his tall frame and piercing brown hair, could ignite that fire, a blaze threatening to consume her from within.

Suddenly, a hand gripped her arm, pulling her to her feet and making her stumble slightly. She looked up, relief washing over her when she saw Chishiya. He held her gaze briefly before leading her after the others into a dimly lit room.

“Three of Hearts,” he said, his tone calm yet firm. “Logic puzzles in glass cubicles via a console. We can share clues or sabotage others by sending codes to their consoles. Ten points to escape. The cubicles explode in forty minutes.”

Y/N swallowed, her mind racing to absorb the information. She’d been so caught up in her emotions that she hadn’t paid attention to the game's explanation. The room illuminated, revealing individual cubicles arranged in a circle with a large console in the center.

She glanced at Chishiya, who was already looking at her, his expression demanding an explanation once the game was over. Nodding slightly, she stepped into one of the glass cubicles as Chishiya entered the one beside hers. The door creaked shut behind her, and she exhaled all the air she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Raising her eyes, she saw him—Kai. He had positioned himself, likely deliberately, directly across from her. His dark, piercing gaze burned into hers, sending a shiver down her spine. She quickly looked away, turning her head toward Chishiya, but his attention was elsewhere. Chishiya’s sharp eyes were locked on Kai, observing him with quiet intensity.

Chishiya didn’t know who this man was or what his intentions might be, but he had a sinking feeling that the game wouldn’t end well.

© 2024 [@dreamwavesexploringreality]

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Hi hi! 🥰

Sooo, while I was writting the story, I decided to split the idea into two parts!

The concept is just so interesting, and taking a bit more time allows for deeper exploration… Total drama vibes! 😏

Hopefully, the person who made this request is okay with this decision😅…it’s all about doing justice to such a cool idea!

Feedback or thoughts are always welcome because it’s exciting to see how it all comes together. Can’t wait to share and hope it turns out amazing! 🌟