#chishiya shuntaro fanfiction

[corawritesthings]

lock and key (pt. 1)

chishiya shuntaro x gender neutral!reader

disclaimer(s): spoilers for season 2 of aib!! canon-compliant violence, not graphic.

summary: you and chishiya, new to the waters of a relationship, find yourselves seeking shelter in the jack of hearts game after being attacked by the king of spades. 

a/n: FIRST FANFIC, HELLO? i’m planning on writing multiple parts for this one you guys, so let me know if you like!! (or if i should stick to headcanons...LOL) love you all xoxo

you didn’t quite know what to expect walking into the jack of hearts game.

hearts were your game. you were a hearts player, through and through. and yet you still couldn’t help the shiver that crawled up your spine as you and chishiya walked through the gates and let them close shut behind you.  

“not creepy at all,” you murmured sarcastically as the echo of the gates rung across the empty space.

he hummed; his amusement was evident in that smirk of his as you both stared up at the building. “can’t say i ever predicted a place like this being our new safe haven.”

“i think ‘safe haven’ is a bit of a stretch,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “let’s just see what happens.”  

the truth was, you were a little freaked. the king of spades’ sudden attack had you rattled, and prisons didn’t exactly scream safety to you. but, then again, neither did very much in this world. 

chishiya was eyeing you—something he did often, as if he were reading you like an open book. he always could read you, even back at the beach. it was something that had annoyed you at first, but you found it comforting in an odd way.

he sighed, then held out his hand towards you. an open gesture. it was sweet, you realized, that he was trying to offer you comfort at a time like this.

but, of course, you couldn’t make it too easy for him.

you stared at his hand and blinked, as if you had no idea what he was doing. “did you...want something?”

it caught him off guard—you could see it in the eyes, in the way he paused. it was as if a record scratched in his mind, and it took everything within you not to laugh at his reaction. still, he caught himself quickly. he took his hand back and put it in his pocket, turning away from you. was he embarrassed?

“no,” he denied coolly. “come on, already.”

he started walking away from you. you couldn’t help it—you busted out in a laugh. “hey! stop walking!” he stopped and turned to glare at you. you giggled as you held out your hand. “i was just messing with you. c’mon, give me your hand.”

“no.”

“please?”

“no.”

“i am in dire need of comfort. give it.”

chishiya made a show of rolling his eyes, but eventually gave in, reaching for your hand. your fingers entwined as they have a million times before.  

and so, together, you walked into the unknown.

-

twenty minutes later, you found yourselves in the middle of a prison walkway, collars wrapped around both of your necks. you’d spent the time watching the other players so far. some, like a strangely placid girl in a long blue dress, were calm and collected. others were panicking and sweating; the stress of the second stage must have already been getting to them, if they’d made it this far only to be this frightened.

still, you’d keep an eye on blue-dress girl.

finally, a man walked in, which alone wouldn’t have been much to catch your attention if he hadn’t been the last player necessary to register. that, and the way chishiya leaned in towards you the moment he caught sight of the man.

“that’s banda sunato,” he said, quietly. “a murderer they showed on the news. i heard he escaped, but i never thought he’d show up here.”

you tilted your head with a hum. at closer examination, there was something off about him. the way he carried himself, experienced with the games or not, set off warning bells in your head.

“that spells trouble, I'd think,” you eventually said. “regardless of what the game is, we should be careful.”

he nodded in agreement. then, the phones you’d been holding in your hands lit up, as did the main television screen that was mounted on a wall. the game was going to begin.

“difficulty level, jack of hearts,” the voice stated clearly. “game, solitary confinement.”

you huffed. hopefully, this wouldn’t be the kind of game that meant you’d be stuck on your own. you’d be fine if it was, it was just...inconvenient. plus, you didn’t like the idea of you and chishiya being separated during a hearts game.

“rules: guess the card suit that appears on the back of your collar. however, you may not look at the symbol yourself.”

several people began to try twisting their collars around. you and chishiya shared a glance. how silly- you’d just been told that you can’t see it yourself. what good would it be to get yourself killed before the rules were even read off?

“the time limit is one hour per round,” the voice continued. “in the final five minutes, enter your cell and disclose your symbol.”

at that moment, the previously darkened hallway came alive and lit up, exposing cell after cell leading down the hallway. it seemed there would be one for each player.

“if you do not answer with the correct symbol, it is game over. the collar will explode, and you will die. the symbol on the collar will reset and change for each round.”

this seemed to frighten some of the other players. however, another glance at blue-dress girl gave you no hint of fear or apprehension on her end. in fact, there was a hint of a smile on her face as the general majority of players subconsciously reached for their own collars.

“wait a sec,” a young boy with a bright yellow shirt and overalls interjected. “so that means we just have to ask each other what our symbols are. that’s easy, huh?”

“i wouldn’t be so sure,” chishiya replied smoothly. “they haven’t told us what the conditions to win are yet.”

“the solitary confinement game is about how much you can trust your fellow players. be aware that your opponent, the jack of hearts, has already been placed among you.”

ah. there it was.

“oh, that’s good,” chishiya murmured.

you clicked your tongue. “why am i not surprised?”

“so one of us,” the boy stammered, “is the jack of hearts?”

the players glanced around at one another, suspicious of who could be the ‘big bad’ within the confines of this prison. 

“how to win: rounds repeat every hour. you win the game when the jack of hearts dies. prohibited actions: looking at your symbol with a reflective surface is cheating. players may not use weapons or violence to kill fellow players.”

you sighed. so ‘weapons and violence’ wouldn’t be the problem here. no, you’d be dealing with a much more fatal kind of danger. the human spirit.

“this means that the only way this game will ever end,” chishiya deduced, “is if the jack gives the wrong answer. so, basically, no one here is getting out alive, unless they lie to the jack.”

“there is no limit to the number of rounds.”

and there was the kicker.

“enough food has been provided,” the voice continued. “while participating in this game, no days will be removed from your visas.”

if no one lied to the jack, and if the jack happened to lie to no one, that would mean only one thing. you’d be stuck in here for however long you would be able to survive in here. however, odds were that people would start getting antsy, and fast.

including the jack.

“so we need to start lying, find the jack of hearts, and kill them off, or we’ll live out the rest of our days in this prison. solitary for life.”

the notion was nothing short of disconcerting, 

“the game will now commence,” the voice finally concluded. 

the players looked around amongst one another, frozen in place. eventually, though, people finally started coming alive again, slowly moving towards one another. they were beginning to form groups. you noticed chishiya lean slightly towards you.

“allies or strangers?” he asked, his voice low. the close proximity startled you for just a moment, for several reasons that had your stomach doing flips.  

to clear the blush that flushed your face, you focused on what he had asked—if you would be outright allies in this game, or if you would pretend not to know one another.

“allies,” you eventually answered. you ticked off the points in your mind. “the no-violence rule means no one can try and kill one of us to get to the other. and besides those two,” you gestured your head towards the businessman and the woman, “it doesn’t seem like anyone has any pre-existing relationships in here. trust will mean survival in this game. and unfortunately for me—”  

you sighed, turning to face him. chishiya raised an eyebrow, silently prompting you to continue.

“i already trusted you with my life before we walked in here,” you finished with a smirk.

the corners of his mouth tilted upwards. to anyone else, you know he’d appear as unfazed and emotionless as ever, but you? you saw how his eyes always softened around you. he just was softer around you, and it was a privilege you felt lucky to have.  

“excuse me?” the boy from earlier—ippei, you recognized from the screen—stammered apologetically, popping the bubble you two had momentarily found yourselves in. “do you think I could work with you both?”

you eyed the boy cautiously. he appeared genuinely frightened and nervous, if the way his hands shook was anything to go by. there was a chance he could be the jack, but it was awfully slim. 

you had bigger suspicions at the moment: namely two. first being the literal murderer for more than obvious reasons, and the second being the girl with the blue dress.

“if you’re trying to survive,” chishiya began, “i would examine all the people here a little more carefully. make sure you keep the ones who don’t lie close. for all you know, one of us could be the jack.”

you held in a snicker. sure, what he was saying was true, but you also knew your boyfriend had a flair for the dramatic, even if he didn’t show it often. you could tell he was revving up for a long one.

he jutted his head towards the group of people who began splitting off into groups. “you see? they all started breaking off into groups. everyone wants to know who’s trustworthy and who’s not.”  

“and most people here are going to be untrustworthy, at some point or another,” you interjected, crossing your arms.

“take those two.” chishiya pointed towards the couple, who were making no move to join any of the groups. they stayed practically glued to each other. “before the game started, you wanna know what they were doing?”

you shot chishiya a warning glare, which thankfully stopped him from crudely elaborating on what exactly that couple had been doing. however, the implication was enough.  

ippei’s eyes widened, the poor boy. “what?”

“that guy wants to control everything she does to exert power over her,” chishiya continued. “so that she can’t interact with any of the other players. which is smart, in the long run.”

“i don’t know if ‘smart’ is the word I'd use for it, but he does have a good point,” you said.

“a great point,” he corrected, much to your chagrin. then his eyes met yours. “because if you’ve got someone you can trust that much, that’s how you can win the game.”

you felt a grin form on your lips as you realized that was his way of returning his sentiments of what you had said earlier.  

I already trusted you with my life before we walked in here.  

it was his very own chishiya brand of romance, and you couldn’t ask for more than that.

then trace bits of a particular conversation reached your ears, and you turned to look at where it was coming from. two men—the murderer, banda, and another with long bangs that almost covered his eyes, were talking downstairs. 

chishiya followed your gaze and fell silent as the two of you listened in on their conversation.

from what you could gather, the man with bangs had approached banda with an offer of partnership, and banda had completely torn him apart with an awfully offensive kind of psychoanalysis. truly, insult after insult. and yet, somehow they walked off into the sunset with a formed partnership.

what you didn’t understand was why. why would someone willingly work with someone like that? a renowned murderer? there was the chance that the man with bangs didn’t know, but after a little monologue like that...

scratch your former suspicions. now, the man with bangs was a giant walking red flag. and one look at chishiya told you he was thinking the very same thing.

“you’re thinking...?” you trailed off.

“mhm.”

you nodded. now you had a new target.

around you, the group that blue dress girl had created became larger. she waltzed over to where the three of you were standing with her hands tucked behind her back, the picture of innocence. something about her irked you greatly.

“hey, do you guys want to join our group?” she asked. you noticed how sickenly sweet her tone was, and you certainly didn’t miss the way her eyes lingered on chishiya. 

you weren’t jealous, of course. there was nothing to be jealous of.  

still.

“it’s not that I don’t want to,” ippei replied awkwardly as he looked to you both with widened eyes.

as much as you didn’t like the idea of ‘joining a group,’ there was a higher chance of figuring out exactly what you were dealing with if you were around the general public. you and chishiya shared a glance that spoke a million words and he understood your message clearly.

“okay,” he replied brightly. “we’ll join your group.”

she gave you a saccharine sweet smile and wandered off, probably to collect more members. she was going to be a threat, and you knew it.

chishiya must have seen how you stiffened, because he reached down for your hand and squeezed it just once before returning his hands to his pockets. “come on,” he murmured, “let’s get something to eat.”

-

“shuntaro, if i'd’ve known that you would be a walking commercial this entire time, I might just have stayed outside with spades psycho.”

he grinned at your deadpan expression. “it’s not my fault your tastebuds lack any structure or diversity.”

you clutched onto the bag of biscuits you’d grabbed—also, admittedly, the first batch you saw—and scoffed. chishiya, of course, had taken his precious time choosing a snack, and would not leave you alone about your ‘savage-like behavior.’

“these are just the same as any of the other ones,” you retorted, crunching aggressively on one of the biscuits as if making a point. “so could you dial it back?”

he shrugged. “your loss.”

“you’re annoying.”

“and yet, you’re still here.”

“yep. for reasons completely unknown, even to me.”

he laughed—actually laughed. (which wasn’t something that happened all too often, but god, if it didn’t make you want to say something to make him do it again.) he put his arm around you, pulling you in closer to him from where you two were sitting on the benches.  

“you know,” he started, smirking at you, “if I wasn’t so secure in our relationship, I might start to get worried when you say things like that.”

you rolled your eyes. for all your talk, you were head over heels for this man, and you both were well aware of the fact. “oh, please. as if you actually have anything to worry about.”

the look he gave you told you everything you ever needed to know. he was just as head over heels for you.

and then, of course, because the world tended to show you just how much it hated you, urumi - blue dress girl - chose this very moment to waltz by.

“oh! are you two together?” she asked, her voice ridiculously high pitched. you couldn’t help the clench of your jaw as she practically ignored your presence altogether, choosing to direct the question at chishiya. and then, like lightning, a wicked idea struck you. and once it did, you knew there was no stopping the words that would come out of your mouth next.

“yes, we are, actually!” you said, raising your voice to be just as high as hers. the falsity of it all was almost enough to make you cringe, but you smiled brightly at the girl anyway. 

you reached for the hand that was wrapped around your shoulders, but you definitely would not look at chishiya, lest you lose your nerve. 

“we’re engaged. seven months in a few weeks.”

she gasped, finally looking at you. “oh, that’s so sweet!”

“he proposed on my birthday. isn’t that romantic?” you giggled, then leaned in as if sharing a secret with an old friend. “the ring alone was almost reason enough to say yes. I only wish I hadn’t lost it when we got here.”

you knew you’d sold the story. you finally glanced over at chishiya, who had the most unreadable expression on his face. you gave him a look that you hoped he could decipher: please just go along with it.  

“oh, don’t look at me like that, sweetie,” you said, praying he could read between the lines. “i’m only teasing.”

finally, to your relief, he reanimated. he squeezed your hand and gave you a little hum. “you know i promised I'd get you another ring, sweetheart.”

“i know. anyways, it’s just a shame is all.”

urumi nodded sympathetically. “i’m sorry to hear that.”  

you could almost believe her sincerity. but the sharp look in her eyes told you otherwise. you weren’t worried, though- you had some tricks of your own. “i just hope we find the jack soon,” she sighed.

“you and me both,” you said, matching her tone. “though, as long as everyone stays in the group, we should be okay.”

she nodded again, this time approvingly. “i should go get something to eat. we might be here a while. hey, are those any good?”

she pointed at the biscuits in your hands. you grinned wickedly. 

“only the best.”

(a/n: did we like? did we hate? somewhere in between?)

[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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[realisticjupiter]

HEYHIHIHEYHELLLO <33333

Ahem-well. How would Chishiya and Niragi (optional) react to a reader who's really quiet in bed? Like no moans, very shy and doesn't want him to hear them. Thinking that they're embarrassing.

Feel free to reject if it's too much

-𓆉anon77

HEADCANONS: CHISHIYA & NIRAGI

summary: chishiya & niragi's reaction to quiet in bed fem!reader.

a/n: people hating dori for playing niragi just means he's a great actor. thank you for requesting again<3

CHISHIYA he wouldn't really mind you being quiet. In fact he most prefers it. As long as you show your enjoyment in other ways; like your body language and facial expressions he wouldn't even think twice.

He'd definitely overhear others on the beach about the subject. Maybe a guy bragging about how loud his girl is in bed.

At first he thought it was different for everyone, but he quickly put the two and two together when he could recall the moments you'd stop yourself from even making the slightest noise.

And when he asks you about it, as nonchalant as he is, he still assures you that it shouldn't be embarrassing.

Then he'd start listing off the female anatomy, and the psychological reasonings behind every noise.

NIRAGI was confused at first. You not making much noise definitely bruised his ego, making him think he wasn't good enough for you.

Every time you'd try again you'd notice how he'd try different things. Going faster, harder, and switching between different methods of dirty talk just to get a noise out of you.

He'd definitely urge you to make noise, to tell him just how much you like it. You'd definitely try, but you wouldn't help how embarrassed it made you feel.

He finally has enough and eventually gives up. Giving this entire speech of how 'he just must not be good enough for you'.

You assure him and finally explain why you aren't as loud, causing him to feel like a bigger idiot than he always had been.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[j-jinxee]

Could I request a fic with nijiro or chishiya where reader uses a sex toy or toys on him to make him beg. I love the idea of them being whiny.

[ ⟡​ ] — MAKE ME LOSE,,

NSFW under the cut! ⊹ Chishiya x Reader

[warnings - nsfw, sex toys, begging, public(?), swearing]

A/N - tysm for the request!! hehe I loveee this :3 don't ask me how they got access to sex toys and stuff in the borderland since there's no like, electronic devices kind of yk? Just go w it hehe —★

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Chishiya's poker face was one to admire. He had incredible control over his emotions showing, not cracking for anyone or anything. It interested you, his whole demeanour was something no one else at the beach even came close to. The beach influenced everyone to be incredibly care free, dropping their guards and just having a good time, but of course, not Chishiya. Chishiya still kept that same unamused yet intrigued look on his face, he was so peculiar.

Fast forward a few games, you and Chishiya got pretty close. He found you weren't annoying like most at the beach, the way you spoke didn't irritate him at all, plus it was fun having someone around who was actually a challenge. The games got pretty boring after a while, sure you'd get hurt sometimes, but they eventually all got so easy. So you and Chishiya would start placing bets just to spice it up a bit, betting who could get a higher score, who got hurt the least, who predicted which players would die, you know? It was your guys' way of attempting to enjoy the games.

However this type of bet came as a surprise.

"You're so full of it! You would not be able to keep it together!" You exclaimed to Chishiya.

"Trust me I could, it wouldn't be that hard."

"Alright then, let's bet on it." You said with a smile.

His face slightly dropped, you finally got to him. You know he wouldn't be able to keep it together, let alone survive a full game. He'd be too sensitive to focus, because you'd be watching from afar, in full control of a pretty little cock ring he's wearing, vibrations running through his core as he tries not to falter.

Fuck the idea was so hot, and it'd soon be a reality thanks to your betting games. You knew from a friend of a friend that the beach wasn't too far from an adult store, how convenient. Before the next game, you'd taken a little trekk to the store, sure it was creepy and abandoned like everything else in the city, but it still looked relatively clean. Making your "purchase" of the toy, you began your way back to the beach, Chishiya's next game was tonight, so he was just praying it wouldn't be anything in the spades category.

Much to his luck — it was a diamonds game. Fuck, he might actually win.

You two had discussed the "rules" earlier, you'd be in an undisclosed location somewhere near the game arena. You'd also have an ear piece in so you could hear all his pretty little noises, but he'd have to focus completely on the game, no communication was allowed on his end.

He'd win if his poker face stayed strong, basically if no one caught on or asked him about it. He also wasn't allowed to cum, poor baby. However, if you won — he'd have to keep it on all night, all the way back to the beach, in his own bed, everything.

It was some sort of numbers game (think like the king of diamonds except not that serious). There was a screen with numbers 0-100, and a math formula that went along with it. You honestly didn't pay much attention, you weren't playing and were just here to make sure Chishiya doesn't cheat. It was more than likely Chishiya knew where you were, he always knew somehow, and right now you may or may not have been pirched on top of the roof, looking in through the high windows. It was night, and you were in full black, no one else would've seen you.

You decided not to touch the remote at all during the first two rounds, hopefully making him feel the suspense. You doubt it would have any real effect on him, but it's fun to imagine.

"Your move Chishiya, what'll it be?" Another player asked.

His lips parted to begin speaking. vrrr vrrr

You smirked as you saw him hesitate, his mouth closing for a split second before going back to his sentence. You had it on the lowest setting, wouldn't want to ruin the fun immediately.

Your mind started to wander as the game went on, thinking back to all the other pretty toys you saw in the shop. Invasive thoughts clouded your mind, beginning to think about using all the other toys on Chishiya — binding his wrists to the headboard with those hand cuffs, watching hot wax run down his bare chest, fuck. You definitely had to go back.

Two players had already had their heads blown off, three remaining including Chishiya. Your thumb dragged along the buttons of the remote, surprising you with the fact it even worked from this distance. Shiya was beginning to get restless, adjusting his posture, looking around randomly, rubbing his eyes, just trying to feel anything else to take his mind off the pleasure, threatening to spill at any second.

"mm-mmh! shit-" he quietly panted, completely unable to focus. The other players shot him suspicious glances, wondering what was happening to him.

"You alright there?" Another player asked, his expression showing signs of disgust, has he caught on?

Chishiya's little whines did sound very suggestive, even if you were completely oblivious to the situation he was in.

"Hm? Oh- yeah, yeah I'm good" Liar.

As the game continued, Chishiya's moves were less and less calculated. If he didn't get it together, he could actually make a fatal mistake. You decided to give him a break, it was the second last round, and you slowly turned it all the day down to the lowest setting. You could see sweat start to form on his forehead, quickly being wiped away with his sleeve as he proceeded with his move.

Another player was executed, entering the last round. The inconsistent vibrations were starting to make him feel sick, he would've came twice by now if it wasn't for your bet. As he looked back at the screen, his hand went up to select "01" vrrr vrrrrrr

Spiking it up to the highest setting, what else did he expect for the last round? His hand clenched into a fist, his boxers completely soaked in pre, making all the small adjustments feel even better. He resumed selecting the last number, but for some reason changed his answer.

'Player Chishiya selected 00'

He glanced to the only remaining player, giving them a little wave. His expression was horrified, realising he had just lost, and this psycho was- waving him goodbye? Not a second passed before more blood was splattered on the walls, Chishiya had won. Fuck.

You made your way carefully down from the roof, not looking forward to seeing his smug 'I won' face again. You really thought this would break him, sure the other players were suspicious, but they didn't outright ask him about it, you'd lost. However, you were met with something you certainly didn't expect.

Chishiya was barely standing, leaning against the entrance of the game hall with his head angled upwards, bulge very prominent in his pants. Once he heard you approaching, he needed this to end.

"ff-fuck is it over? Please be ove- ah! Does it count? I win right? right?" Holy shit, he was so lost in it. Of course it was over, what was he talking about? He was clearly deluded from all the adrenaline, mixed with pleasure he want allowed to experience, you never thought you'd see him like this.

You decided to play, "I don't know. We could keep going, see if you could last the night, see if anyone at the beach notices."

"Fuckkk- fuck please! No one noticed I- ahhh! I didn't even cum" you still had the ring on full power, getting him closer and closer while he was trying to convince what'd already come true.

"Didn't you? Awh what a good boy. I guess I could let you cum, you've done well enough."

"r-really? Ahh! are you sure? Please end it."

You held his face so gently, attempting to make eye contact as he struggled to keep his open. Calming him with your touch, your other hand slowly went up to stroke him through the wet fabric. "aAH- mmh!"

"I'm sure, you've won. Pretty boy can cum now."

He whined out louder than ever as the most intense orgasm of his life washed over him. Thick ropes of his hot white cum spurted out into his boxers, all his muscles tensing from the pleasure. Nearly collapsing from the pure ecstasy, you turned the small device off and sat down next to him. He was silent for a few minutes before coming back down to earth, his eyes finally opened.

"Fuck, I barely remember the game, or what I was saying. I won again though." He smirked as he looked over at you, there's that smug little cat.

"Yeah, didn't think you had it in you to be honest. So, what's my punishment? Gonna make me eat natto again?" You referred back to the last bet you lost, where he made you eat your least favourite food ever.

The smirk plastered on his face got even wider before he spoke, "no. I thought this time, I'd use your reward against you."

What does he mea- oh.

Before you knew it, you were back at the beach, on Chishiya's bed, wearing a pretty little vibrator that he had control over. Maybe we shouldn't have made that bet.

[so-many-fandoms-here]

Hello. I just recently started watching Alice in Borderland. During that time, for some inexplicable reason, two people grew close to my heart - Takatora Samura and Shuntarō Chishiya. I don't know if you can write scenarios too…if not, pick one of them and do a oneshot. How would he react/How would they react if their girlfriend had a nightmare?

Time for another multi-character post!

(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistakes you notice.)

• Characters: Shuntarō Chishiya, Suguru Niragi, Takatora Samura, Hikari Kuina, Kodai Tatta, fem!Reader

• Genre: fluff

• Warnings: none

Reacting to you having a

Nightmare

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧

♦️Shuntarō Chishiya

Chishiya was still up, his mind wandering, thinking about this and that when suddenly you started to flinch in you sleep. He looked over and watched how you threw your head from left to right, your hair one big mess.

He knew what was going on, you’re most likely having a nightmare, nothing health related. Still he was thinking about intervening, not wanting to watch you suffer trough the pictures your brain was showing you.

Right as he wanted to wake you up, you open your eyes, sleepy but still scared. You caught his gaze that was eyeing you thoroughly. It was like he was sucking up your discomfort, like a towel sucking up water. Making the place less messy, taking the water in, not taking any damage by it and being able to be wrung out at a different place where it won’t bother anyone.

Chishiya didn’t have to try to comfort you, he did it by simply being his calm self. His relaxed expression took over you, making you realize that there is nothing to be afraid of.

„You alright?“, he asked, eyes still fixated on you.

„I think so“, you said, shifting closer to him.

His arm found its way around your shoulders, inviting you to let your body rest against his.

„You wanna talk about it?“, he asked next, right after your head found its spot on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart and feeling the rising and sinking of his chest.

„Not right now“, you answered, getting more drowsy by ever second passing.

He hummed in agreement and tangles is fingers on your hair, massaging your scalp while watching you drifting back to sleep again.

♦️Suguru Niragi

Niragi has never been faster on his feet when he heard your pleading and crying. Still naked from your evening activities he jumped up and grabbed his gun that leaned next to him against the wall.

Without knowing where to aim he just swung his weapon from left to right, joining in on your screaming. „What the fuck is going on?“

He was still scanning the room when he reached over to the lamp on his bedside table and turned it on.

„What are you doing?“, you mumbled, awoken from the loud noises. „What I‘m doing?“ Niragi asked appalled. „You screamed! I thought someone tried to-“ harm you, he wanted to say but swallowed this part of the sentence. No way he would admit that he actually cared about you.

He secured the gun and leaned it against the wall again before sitting down on his side of the bed. „I thought someone was inside.“

You shook your head, embarrassment flooded through your whole body. „I had a nightmare“, you mumbled rather quietly and turned on your left side to face away from Niragi.

„Oh“, he answered, unsure how to react. He was conflicted of what to do next and crept extra slowly under the sheets so he would have some extra time to think.

The room went dark again and you tried to close your eyes again, but you couldn’t, the nightmare still in front of your eyes.

„If I could shoot dreams and thoughts, I would“, Niragi suddenly whispered next to you.

If you would have turned around you would have seen how he lifted his arm, thinking about wrapping it around you, before he let it sink on the mattress again.

You smiled, touched by his words. For his standards, this was a really heartwarming thing to say.

♠️ Takatora Samura (Last Boss)

Your shifting in bed alone made Last Boss wake up from his light sleep. His first instinct was to grab the katana next to the bed but he realized instantly that there was no intruder. At least not a human one.

Tense you laid next to him, legs pulled to your stomach and your hands were clenched to fists.

He let go off his katana, sat up and watched how your face was formed to a struggling grimace. That’s when he decided to wake you up.

With his hand on your shoulder he shook you slightly to pull you out of your discomforting sleep.

Your eyes flew open and you grabbed his hand as if it was a reflex. You let go of it just as fast but he didn’t move it, in case you decided you want to grab it again, which you did after getting rid of the last bit of drowsiness.

You sat up, his hand in yours and felt the gaze of his eyes on your face. Last Boss‘ head was cocked to the side, waiting for you to explain what was going on just seconds ago.

The minutes that flew by weren’t minded by him, he gave you all the time you needed before you finally spoke. „I dreamt bad again.“

He nodded, his dark eyes never leaving your face that was brightened by the moonlight falling through the window, while you slowly but surely caught yourself again, the steady grip of his hand being more helpful than he might have thought.

„Let’s just lay down again“, you suggested while doing exactly that.

With silent agreement Last Boss laid back down too, his hand still in yours. It comforted him just as much as it comforted you.

♠️ Hikari Kuina

Kuina was woken up by your turning and shifting in her arms and by the pleading words that left your lips, single words swallowed by the sleep you were still in.

„Baby?“, she whispered tiredly but was bright awake as soon as you mumbled another „No, please no“.

It was the first night ever that you slept in Kuinas room, but she knew about the nightmares that haunted you.

„Baby“, she said, now louder, to wake you up and softly stroke over your hair. „Wake up.“

It took a few seconds and one light shaking from Kuina to get you to wake up but when you did, you took one deep breath, as if you just breathed for the first time in minutes.

„Dreams again?“, Kuina asked before you had to recall the events and explain. You nodded while Kuina went back to petting your hair.

„Everything’s okay, sweetheart“, she whispered into your ear, giving your cheek a quick peck. „I‘m here.“

Those sweet words were like a lullaby, that send you right back into your drowsy state and finally you fell into the first relaxing sleep of the week, thanks to Kuinas reassuring whispers.

♣️ Kodai Tatta

You scared the living shit out of Tatta when you suddenly started to loudly beg for help in your sleep.

He shrieked out of his sleep and sat up straight in a heartbeat, while you still squirmed next to him.

„Hey“, he said, unsure what to do. He worried that it he touched you he would just scare you more, but when his words didn’t cut through the layer of sleep you were in, he decided to place his hand on your shoulder.

„Hey“, he tried again, this time bringing his head closer to yours. And indeed, your eyes finally opened. Your look was a mix of fear and tiredness.

„You screamed for help. Did you dream bad?“, he asked while watching you how you pushed yourself up to sit. Still a little bit overwhelmed you nodded and searched for Tattas hand.

He reacted almost stressed when he saw your hand searching for his and with a speed like his life depended on it, he grabbed it and linked his fingers with yours.

„It’s all right. You’re awake now“, he tried to sound supporting, but failed. He wasn’t good at this.

„Yeah“, you nodded, happy that he was there, even though he was just as overwhelmed as you. „I‘m awake now.“

You guided his hand around your shoulder and snuggled up against his body, your head on his chest while listening to his steady, always a bit fast, heartbeat.

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ alice in borderland masterlist ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ ryohei arisu, shuntaro chishiya, suguru niragi, chota segawa, daikichi karube, morizono aguni, keiichi kuzuryu, takeru danma

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ ryohei arisu. ੈ♡˳

tba.

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ shuntaro chishiya. ੈ♡˳

tba.

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ suguru niragi. ੈ♡˳

body electric.

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ chota segawa. ੈ♡˳

tba.

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ daikichi karube. ੈ♡˳

tba.

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ morizono aguni. ੈ♡˳

tba.

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ keiichi kuzuryu. ੈ♡˳

tba.

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ takeru danma. ੈ♡˳

tba.

[chishiyasleftnut]

Hii I love your fics <3

Can I request chishiya x fem!reader but, he's alone masturbating while reader it's busy on the beach(? Something like that

Thanks <3

Hi! (´｡• ω •｡`) Writing a solo Chishiya fic was actually so much fun. I was giggling the entire time, haha. I hope you like it because I had a blast writing it!

Thinking of You

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Warnings: Smut. Pairing: Chishiya x fem!reader.

Plot: Chishiya can't stop thinking about fem!reader. However, as she was off partying and therefore not available to help him out, Chishiya decided to take matters into his own hands.

1662 words. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Chishiya wasn’t a horny man. He could go ages without sex or even masturbation in the real world. To him, there were way more important things to focus on that getting off. Sure, it was nice, but it was otherwise pointless - and Chishiya hated doing pointless things. 

He took this view of sexual pleasure with him into the Borderlands - well, that was until you showed up. Never would he have thought that he would willingly spend countless hours on sex and love it. It was as if he was unable to be alone in the same room as you for long before his fingers found their way around your waist, travelling all across your body in an attempt to make the both of you feel good.

What he didn’t expect as a by-product of this, was how much he wanted you even when you weren’t there; how even the thought of you would make his dick uncomfortably hard. This was entirely new territory for him and for the first time ever he had no idea of what to do. To his knowledge there existed no step-by-step guide explaining how to get his mind off of dirty thoughts.

Normally this wasn’t a problem. You were never far away and always willing, so he didn’t have to sit with his horniness alone for long. Tonight was different, however. You were indulging in the wonders of the Beach, celebrating something he had forgotten. Of course, partying wasn’t really Chishiya’s type of thing, but as long as you promised to stay safe and alert, he wouldn’t stop you from having fun. In fact, although he would never admit it, he loved caring for drunk you.

He could see you from the hotel window, drink in hand and dancing around with other members of the Beach. Even though you were far away, Chishiya couldn’t help by notice how your curves bounced with each little carefree hop you made. God, you looked good, and God he wished you were in the room with him now instead of by the pool.

The more he watched you, the more he felt blood rushing from one head to another. A frustrated groan sounded from him as he forced himself away from the window. He had to get this under control. Normally, he would just wait for you to come back, but that wasn’t an option right now. He had no idea how long you would be away for, and he wasn’t about to potentially wait hours in this state.

With his back to the wall, he began palming himself through his swim trunks, imagining that it was your hand instead of his. He closed his eyes to help his mind creating the feeling of your soft, warm hands caressing his length. It helped somewhat, at least enough to make him grunt and desperately reach inside his shorts for more stimulation. His hand was immediately met with the tepid drops of precum that were oozing out of his painfully hard dick and staining the inside of his swim shorts. That didn’t matter, he could wash them later.

Chishiya tried to remember how you would touch him so he could replicate it. With gentle fingers, he circled around his tip, gathering a generous amount of sticky precum just as you always did. Using this natural lubrication, Chishiya began stroking himself up and down. Unable to stop himself, his touch getting more and more frenzied as time went on. But no matter how hard he stroked, it was as if something was missing.

Suddenly getting a genius idea, Chishiya immediately pulled his hand back up from his shorts and briskly walked to the bathroom. With clear intend, he began searching for your makeup bag. He knew it was around here somewhere - he saw you use it every morning. Once found, he brought it with him back into the bedroom, spewing its contents all over the bed to easier get an overview of the many items. Chishiya rarely made messes, but he didn’t care right now. He was on a mission.

Just as he was about to go insane, he finally found it: your hand lotion. Perfect. With a relieved sigh, Chishiya pulled his trunks down and got comfortable on the bed. He squirted a liberal amount of the cream into his dominant hand and brought it up to his nose. Right that second it felt as if you were there in the room with him. This would work.

After one last deep inhale, Chishiya brought the lotion filled hand back down to his hardness, wrapping his fingers around himself and immediately stroking up and down. Closing his eyes, he allowed the scent to help his mind imagine you more clearly. The almost sinful sound of his lubed-up hand pulling furiously on his dick belonged more in porn than real life, but it only further helped him visualise you in the room. To him, the sound was similar to the one he heard when he would relentlessly fuck into your wet core. All that was missing was the sweet, sweet sound of your moans. Well, he would just have to imagine that.

His own moans filled up the room as his hand moved faster and faster. Although it felt good, at the same time he felt as if something was missing. While the thought of it being your hand that was choking his dick was highly enticing, he at the same time wanted more than your hand. His hand slowed down while he troubleshooted how to create an even more arousing scenario.

Suddenly, it came to him. All he needed was a position change to emulate real sex even better. Chishiya turned around so he was laying on his stomach and placed a pillow underneath his pelvis. This would work perfectly, he thought.

Just as he was about to fuck the pillow, he spotted your perfume bottle on the bed and another stroke of genius hit him. Inspired by the hand lotion he had used earlier, Chishiya grabbed the perfume bottle and began spraying it generously on a second pillow, the image of you getting more and more visible with each spritz.

With his face buried deep in the now you-scented pillow, his hands began squeezing and fondling the soft material, as if it was your boobs. The thought alone made him wild and caused his hips to savagely thrust into the soft fabric of the pillow. The sounds that left his mouth were almost animalistic, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to be relieved from his throbbing, hard dick no matter how that happened.

The pillow effectively muffled his moans in the same way that it so often did to yours. He could almost see the scene in front of him: you on your knees, ass high up in the air and face pressed into the pillow. It was one of his favourite positions. There was something beautiful about you in such a vulnerable state, in seeing you completely under his control. Oh god, the thought alone made his hips move even faster.

Sure, the pillow was no match to your body, but it did its job. Breathing in your scent deeply, he felt himself get closer and closer to the release he so desperately wanted. When he closed his eyes, he could almost see your fucked out face, your eyes glazed over and mouth permanently open. It was as if he could hear your voice too. ‘Come in me, Chishiya. Fill me up.’

With a final, stuttering thrust and loud, shaky moan, Chishiya came hard, emptying himself all over the pillow’s satin fabric. Never would have had thought that coming on a pillow could feel so good, but it did. With shaky arms, Chishiya pushed himself up in a seated position. It was first now that it clicked just how much of a mess he had made. Your toiletries were everywhere, the bedsheets were all tangled and damp from his sweat, and the pillow…

The pillow. Well, this was a problem. For what felt like hours, Chishiya stared at the soiled pillow, trying to figure out how to handle this new situation. Finally, Chishiya picked it up and removed the pillowcase. Maybe the pillow itself was fine? Shit, no. The pillow was wet too. Seeing no way to salvage the pillow, Chishiya stood up and got dressed, before disposing of the pillow in a plastic bag. His plan was to leave no trace, so he quickly and efficiently began cleaning up the mess he had created, carefully putting your toiletries back in the makeup bag and put it back on its spot in the bathroom.

Just as he finished up cleaning, the hotel door opened, revealing your silhouette. You looked happy, but also very, very drunk as evident by your wobbly steps and giggling demeanour. Chishiya walked up to greet you, immediately taking on the caretaker role that he had demeanour to love.

“Did you have fun?” he asked with a smug smile before guiding you over to the bed. You laid down without help yourself, getting comfortable on the soft mattress.

“Hmmm… Very,” you giggled before noticing the lack of something. “Where’s the other pillow?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll grab a new one from the laundry room tomorrow.”

Thank God you were drunk because you decided not to ask any more questions about neither the lack of a pillow or the fact that the room was thickly smelling like your favourite perfume. Instead, Chishiya watched as you closed your eyes to relax, looking completely at peace. For a few seconds, he just observed you before laying down behind you and pulling you into an embrace tight enough that you could share the only pillow.

If only you had walked in 15 minutes earlier, you would have had two. He didn’t mind, though. Sharing the one pillow just meant he was closer to you. He would never complain about that.

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Thai

(A/N) Here you go, Anon! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you like it!

Pairing: Chishiya x Reader (no Y/N)

Warning: flashbacks to the Borderland, fluff, talk of injuries and almost dying

Synopsis: based on this request

“Hey, hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

You cursed under your breath as you heard your boyfriend’s voice, accompanied by hurried footsteps from behind you. Your mind was racing, trying to think of an excuse, but nothing came to you in time. So when Chishiya reached you and grabbed the box you were carrying, all you could do was stand there with an awkward smile on your face.

“You know the doctor said not to lift anything for another few weeks.”

You rolled your eyes at his concern, although you couldn’t help but smile at him. Ever since you escaped from the Borderland, he had been fussing over you. Understandable if you consider that you had almost died at the end. If Arisu and Usagi had taken just a few minutes longer, you would’ve surely bled out. And the fact that Chishiya had been holding you through it all, unable to do anything to save you, didn’t make it better.

So now that you’d been released from the hospital, a few weeks after all your friends were allowed to leave, Chishiya was like a hawk, monitoring your every move. And you just wanted to help. Ever since you had decided to move in together, on day two in the hospital, you tried to convince him that it wasn’t that bad and that you could help. But the only thing he allowed you to do was unpack the boxes and decorate, and even with that little labor, he still forced you into breaks every few minutes.

You sighed as you followed him through the apartment, now empty-handed. He placed the box on the table in the kitchen and turned to you, reaching out and pulling you against him.

“I just want you to get better quickly, you know that right?”

You sighed again and leaned against his chest. Of course, you knew but it felt shitty that he was doing all the heavy lifting, literally, while you just stood to the side and watched. But instead of saying anything, you just cuddled against him and closed your eyes, flashbacks of the events in Borderland immediately appearing. You jumped as you heard what you thought was a gunshot. Chishiya tightened his hold around you.

“It was just a car, don’t worry.”

You nodded and slowly let go of your boyfriend, a tired smile on your lips.

“I’ll go unpack then.”

You were about to leave when Chishiya stopped you by grabbing onto your hand and pulling you back into his arms. His lips quickly connected to yours, his hands settling on your waist. As he pulled away from the short kiss, his nose nuzzling against yours.

“How about we take a break? Grab some food?”

You smiled.

“Thai?”

Chishiya pulled away, a playful frown on his face.

“We had Thai yesterday. And the day before.”

You chuckled and grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers.

“Not my fault they have the best food.”

A chuckle escaped your lips as Chishiya started to explain how Ramen was superior to Thai. But you just pulled him out the door while listening, starting on the way to the Thai place you loved, while Chishiya was too lost in the discussion. He would only notice where you were leading him when you arrived. Or at least that’s what you thought. In truth, Chishiya could barely hide his own smile as he watched you lead him away from the apartment complex, thinking you had won. He’d let you believe that you had bested him as long as it made you happy. And hey, Thai isn’t that bad.

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Alice in Borderland - Masterlist

Master-Masterlist

[misty-doodles]

Chirisu fic recs part 2

Since the fandom has had a bit of a resurgence, I decided to come back with more Chirisu fics I really enjoyed.

Chishiya and Arisu share a one bedroom apartment. That's it. That's the fic.

When Arisu’s soulmate passed away six months prior, he told everyone it was fine - and he had no need for any sort of therapy or support group.

But after constant badgering from his brother Hajime, he decides to give a specialty soulmate group therapy a try.

He comes at the right (or wrong) time however, when it’s decided the group are going away for a month-long cruise trip to “come to terms” with their soulmate-affiliated problems.

It would be better if his cabin-mate wasn’t such an asshole.

After the Borderlands, Chishiya claimed to have changed and had, somehow, become one of Arisu's best friends, despite his past betrayal.

Recently though, Arisu has noticed some strange changes in Chishiya's behaviour, specifically around him. Was he wrong to trust Chishiya again? Or is something else going on?

Chishiya wears a perfectly formed mask, but that mask is breaking and Arisu is the only witness. AKA The Borderlands do not care about anyone's mental health. After a game goes sideways, Chishiya's anxiety skyrockets into a gradually building anxiety attack with Hatter pulling the strings.

Self promo because I am proud!

Chishiya wasn’t entirely sure as to why he’d offered his assistance to the tiresome dad other than a desire to end the screaming and allow him a few hours of rest before his 10-hour shift the following morning.

He wasn’t exactly fond of babies or toddlers, and his patients rarely dipped below age 5. Still, little Akemi had seemed to calm so easily in his arms, not 5 minutes of being held and rocked before she quieted, curious black eyes so much like her father's studying him. Sure, on an objective level she was a rather cute baby, but it didn’t explain the way he softened at her every coo.

Or

Chishiya finds himself entangled with Arisu and his adorable daughter, not exactly prepared for the commitment

[aly-writes]

Hi Aly! I love your writing so much! Can I request Arisu, Karube, and Chishiya headcannons with a smart significant other? Only if you feel writing it of course :) Thank you if you do - I look forward to seeing what you write next!!

y'all i finished revenge of others and i am OBSESSED with seok jaebum... anyways! i added kyuma and banda as characters i'll write for, so in the future feel free to request for them<3

there are a lot of different types of smarts in life (book smarts, street smarts, emotional intelligence, etc.) so i just had s/o written out as a combination of all of them. here you go nonnie!

warnings: none :)

arisu, chishiya, and karube with a smart s/o

arisu ryohei

arisu is so boyfriend material haha, he's always sooo impressed with you.

he knew you had a decent amount of intelligence based off of the test scores you showed him from university, but the first time you were fully able to show it off was during a game

it was a diamonds game, which wasn't exactly his strong suit (literally)

arisu is actually pretty smart himself, but he couldn't keep up with you during the game. your mind was working so fast and figuring things out at lightning speed

the group managed to finish the game with barely any casualties thanks to your quick mind and brilliant strategies. naturally, arisu had to bring it up in conversation

this boy showers you in compliments! he's so so sweet

he's your biggest fan, always bragging about you and rambling on about how amazing it was that you were able to do something so quick

you're the first person he'll come to if he needs anything at all.

he truly does trust your intuition more than his own. if you have a bad feeling about something, he makes sure to look at it through your viewpoint to try and understand what he's missing

more often than not, your warnings come in handy and he dodges a bullet. when he doesn't listen, he tends to notice things usually go bad

arisu also has smarts, so when the two of you start talking about whatever, those specific talks can go on for hours and hours

you both bring up new perspectives and different opinions and it's just so great

he's really really thoughtful and it makes the two of you super compatible :)

before he dropped out of university, you two were definitely study partners.

sometimes he would get a little too reliant on your knowledge and found himself basically dumping his entire homework load onto you

you never really noticed though, and you managed to help him solve the problems with such ease that it didn't really feel like homework at all

this benefitted both of you greatly though, because each time he solved a problem with your help he got a kiss as a reward

oh, plus cuddle breaks in between

and if he managed to solve three problems in a row without much of your help? you basically pampered him with kisses all over his face

his family absolutely loves you

kind of sad, but his dad and brother really like you because they believe you have the potential they think arisu lacks

you never treat them disrespectfully, but you definitely talk shit about them behind closed doors with arisu

cause how dare they talk about your precious bf like that?

you're kind of a mediator for him, karube, and chota though

hate to say it, but putting these three together inevitably causes stupid ideas to come up

you try to be the voice of reason. sometimes they listen to you, sometimes they don't

karube will playfully call you a 'buzzkill' because you shoot down their dangerous adventures, but it's all with good intent

when you're not around them, karube and chota will definitely hype you up to arisu though

"how did you even manage to pull someone so smart arisu?"

"his dad must be paying her, huh chota?"

on the other side though, sometimes the two of you clash.

arisu undeniably thinks with his heart most of the time. especially outside of games

you tend to stick with your brains and rely on them to get you through tough situations. this can lead to some tough arguments

you think of things logically and he comes at it emotionally, so sometimes it's hard to see eye-to-eye

you both love each other a lot though, so you always figure something out at the end of the day

you trust in your head so you tend to be stubborn and need time to yourself, but he will always rely on his feelings for you to get through these types of things

overall...

expect a lot of praise and reliance from him

he finds you super trustworthy and levelheaded, so your his go-to for anything at anytime

chishiya shuntaro

oh boy, i don't even know where to start with him? let's just say... things can get intense

chishiya is highly intelligent. you are also highly intelligent. this is where you both struggle

you can pick his brain a little too good for his liking and sometimes it bothers him. he can't really get anything past you, and the same goes the other way around

he can tend to get manipulative when things go south, and you match his energy

things that work on anybody else don't work on you, and it kind of freaks him out lol

he likes to be in control of everything around him, which includes the feelings of other people. you don't give him the chance to do this

this leads to a lot of passive aggressiveness and tension

but the tension is honestly the best part of your relationship

there is so much teasing and banter between the two of you

you both play the high-stakes game of 'who can get a smart remark past the other one first' and it makes things really fun

affection can get really exciting between the two of you because of this. after a day full of teasing it's quite interesting to see who breaks first in terms of relationship things

honestly? most of the time it's you, but when you decide to get stubborn and hold out, chishiya gets a little touchy and you find it cute

when you both have a common goal you make a great team

it's very true that two heads are greater than one

when one person makes the plan, the other will go over it and quickly catch any mistakes or holes that are missing

anything that you both work on together is almost unsettlingly perfect

while your smarts can sometimes lead to incompatibility, there are certain things that the two of you understand about each other that no one else does

you both can have really great conversations with each other. you don't have to hold back any of your thoughts because you know chishiya will always understand them, and it's great

you and him look at things objectively all the time, so emotions don't tend to get in the way of things you place higher priority over

both of you need your alone time, so codependency is never an issue

finally, you understand chishiya like nobody else does. you know how his brain works and you know how he views things. the best part about it? you send him no judgement

chishiya doesn't think of you as a chore because he's aware that you're probably the smartest person in a room full of people. he doesn't have to take care of you which is bliss for him

you guys have a lot of inside jokes as well, things so deeply exclusive to only you two that nobody dares to understand

you're a very intimidating couple

it's kind of difficult to make couple friends due to this intimidation factor, so double dates are off the table

chishiya was never much of a people person anyway, so it doesn't bother him

you're perfectly content mentally stimulating each other. things never get boring around him

overall...

you're able to perform the crazy feat of being seen as an equal by the one and only chishiya!

he's clever, but so are you. as much as it can be an annoyance, he actually finds you very entertaining

there's definitely a lot of trust between you two simply because you're one in the same. you know the saying 'don't do anything i wouldn't do'? basically your relationship in a nutshell

karube daikichi

karube is such a showoff LMAO

as a bartender, he comes across a lot of aggressive drunk dudes that aren't afraid to diss him and the things he holds dear to him. his family, his friends, and you as well

as childish as it is, his favorite thing to hit them with is "i bet my s/o is smarter than yours"

he just absolutely loves to use you as bragging rights and it's great

he's constantly learning from you and is extremely interested in anything you say

karube didn't graduate high school. he will absolutely eat up any fact you tell him and loves to learn things from you

he thinks the way that you talk is so captivating and will continuously ask you to repeat yourself just so he can hear you speak

he shares the facts you told him with arisu and chota and feels so smart

when they ask him where he learned that, he will proudly tell them that he got it from you

he doesn't feel inferior to you at all lol, he absolutely worships you

at first you were a bit hesitant to accept how much praise he would give you, but you eased up to it

similar to arisu, compliments compliments compliments

they're all over the place

he will brag about you to anything that breathes, especially when you're around

he actually finds that talking about you to other people is more fun than talking about himself. you're truly his gem and he finds you so special

he really likes to see you in your element and could watch you for hours

whether it's math, science, art, or whatever you're good at

when you start to really get into something, you focus on it entirely and he finds it super interesting to watch

he likes to watch the little habits you do. the only one he's pointed out to you is how you tap your thumb on the pads of your other fingers back and forth

he likes to hear you get logical

he sometimes tells you about the people that come into the bar and spill their life stories

when he does this, he will purposefully ask you to break down your thoughts so he can get an understanding of what your brain is thinking

"well obviously the reason his wife is asking him to clean up the dishes is because she's trying hard to get a promotion at work and comes home tired everyday! how can he not see that? she's not working hard for nothing..."

"really, babe? i didn't think of it that way"

he especially enjoys it when you start to criticize people and get a little snarky with them. he witnessed it once when someone was giving you attitude and he thought it was the hottest thing he had ever seen

you basically broke down their emotions for them and matched their tone, but did it in such a cool way lol his heart was pounding

overall...

karube thinks your smarts are such an amazing feature

he can't match them but he's totally okay with it, because now he has a smart s/o that is totally better than anybody else's

[dreamwavesexploringreality]

SHADOWS OF THE PAST:

NIGHT IN THE LIBRARY PT2

Niragi x reader

TW: Violence, physical harm, abuse of power… Niragi on his own can be a trigger warning…

The cold air of Borderlands burned in her lungs with every breath she took. Her heart raced frantically in her chest, and she could feel the adrenaline coursing through her body, still fresh from the last game she had faced.

In moments like these, wandering aimlessly looking for a place to spend the night, her mind traveled to her most inhospitable memories. She often thought of Niragi Suguru, the boy she had met in the library. Secretly, she had been fascinated by the bespectacled boy since the first time she saw him. It was almost a miracle that he had also felt some curiosity about her and had agreed to go on a simple coffee date. She remembered it as if it were yesterday, almost able to taste the cappuccino on her tongue. But that had been a long time ago. After that unexpected date came others, and then some more, and eventually, the inevitable happened: he kissed her. Y/N wouldn’t consider it the best kiss of her life, but without a doubt, it was the most special, the most real...

Now, all of that remained as vague memories hidden in her mind, casting light on an uncertain future. Sometimes she wondered if he was also in this world, trapped as she was. Then she dismissed the thought as if it were toxic; she didn’t want him to be in a place like this, her innocent and naive Niragi… no, he shouldn’t be in such a place.

Her thoughts were pushed to the background when she heard a scream not far from her position. Her heart raced once again as she tried to decide whether it was worth investigating. Y/N knew it would probably be foolish to approach the place where the screams were growing more and more desperate, but on the other hand, you never knew what the place had to offer... maybe she could get a weapon, or an ally in the best case. She decided to follow the sound of the voice.

She did so cautiously, moving through the shadows and hiding among buildings. She wasn’t willing to face whatever the situation was head-on, so when she got close enough to observe the scene, Y/N remained hidden behind the rubble of some huge building that had succumbed to that hostile land.

The screams and cries clearly came from a man on the ground who was being kicked mercilessly by a group of striking characters. Five, Y/N counted. "Five against one..." she thought.

"Do I have to repeat myself? Give me all your cards!" said one, who seemed to be the leader. He wore a printed t-shirt, and although Y/N couldn’t see his face from her position, it was evident that he emanated a dangerous and intimidating aura. “I would never want to have someone like that as an ally…” she thought, discarding the idea of seeking out a companion, the reason she had approached the scene.

"I told you! I don’t have anything, please, a group attacked me yesterday and took all my cards, maybe they were yours, your friends, definitely. Please don’t hurt me!" the man sobbed from the ground.

Y/N’s heart broke at the sound of that boy's plea for mercy; he couldn’t be much older than her and was just trying to survive, like anyone in that place. Y/N watched in panic as the man she had designated as the leader aimed a large shotgun directly at the man on the ground without hesitation.

"If you have nothing, you’re of no interest to us... Maybe we should get rid of a potential rival... What do you say?" His voice sounded maniacal and disturbing as he laughed along with his three companions.

“Wait… three companions?”

Y/N had no time to think much more when a rough yank on her arm pulled her out of her hiding place.

"Hey, look what I found! We have a little spy among us!" Y/N felt all attention shift to her, and her body froze as she realized the gravity of the situation she had gotten herself into.

The man continued to yank her arm until they reached the rest of the group and forced her to kneel violently beside the man still lying on the ground. She took a quick glance at the man, seeing his bloodied face and imagining the rest of the injuries he might have all over his body, and it was at that moment that she understood she wasn’t going to make it out alive.

“Well, well… what do we have here? What were you doing hiding there, sweetheart? Too shy to join the party?” said the leader, with a sweet and deceptively concerned voice as he crouched down to face her.

It was at that precise moment that two hearts stopped for an instant. There, kneeling before her, with more piercings and predatory eyes she could never have imagined, was Niragi. For a moment, she thought her mind was playing a cruel trick on her in what she considered one of the last moments of her life, but no, it was him. She recognized his facial features, his eyes, even his voice… he was Niragi, her Niragi… Although he might never be “her Niragi” again.

The man wasn’t much better off than her; he recognized her the moment she knelt before him and, for the first time in all the time he had been in Borderlands, his mask fell, and he didn’t know how to act. It was her… “What is she doing here? No, she can’t be here, no… Please, no…”

Neither of them noticed as one of the men rummaged through the girl’s pockets and pulled out a considerable stack of cards.

"Look, Niragi! She has tons of cards, she must be a good player. Maybe we should take her to the beach!"

Neither of them flinched, still lost in their own thoughts.

"Leave us" Niragi broke the silence with a dangerously low voice.

If the men accompanying him were surprised, they didn’t show it; they left, disappearing among the buildings, leaving the pair alone with the man still lying on the ground.

"Are you deaf? Get out!" Niragi barked aggressively, delivering a final kick, full of frustration, to the battered body of the man, who ran away as fast as he could, falling repeatedly.

Silence settled like an unwelcome intruder. Y/N remained kneeling on the ground, staring intently at the man’s face, trying to discern if all of this was real. Niragi, on his part, moved nervously, trying to look anywhere but at the woman still on the ground.

"Get up," he ordered, his voice slightly trembling, trying to regain some of the confidence he seemed to have in abundance until that moment.

Y/N did not obey; perhaps she didn’t even hear him. She was in shock. She couldn’t believe that the man standing before her, with a shotgun in hand, was the same shy, insecure, and withdrawn boy she had come to love. The last kiss they had shared at the doorway came to her mind suddenly, when he had walked her home shortly before the fireworks lit up the Tokyo sky. It had been a cautious, silent, and intimate kiss, sharing the promise of their love. “I couldn’t kiss this man,” she thought, immediately regretting it as she felt a hollow space in her stomach, remembering that this man was Niragi.

The boy sighed impatiently and yanked on the girl's arm, ignoring the spark he felt when touching her skin. He loved seeing people kneel before him, fearing for their lives and begging for his forgiveness… but not her. Something in his body ached and hurt to see her like this before him.

The girl forced herself to stand, not breaking her gaze from his. She reached out tentatively, needing to touch him, needing to know if he was really him, if behind the character her eyes were seeing, there was still the boy from their library nights.

Niragi pulled her arm away with more force than necessary, immediately regretting it. He couldn’t let her touch him, didn’t want to feel her caresses… didn’t want to stain her soul.

"What are you doing here?" he asked harshly, almost growling.

"Niragi…" she whispered. Hearing her own words, she knew at that moment that everything was real.

Niragi’s mask fell a little more upon hearing her voice, and he felt his walls threatening to collapse. No. He couldn’t cry. He wouldn’t.

"This place isn’t for you," he said, stepping brusquely away from her, picking up the cards from the ground that his companion had left. He examined them one by one.

"This isn’t a place for anyone. Not for you," Y/N countered, slowly returning to reality. She felt as though she was waking from a long dream. Niragi, her Niragi… that memory that had allowed her to survive in that place… it had all crumbled.

A sarcastic laugh escaped the man’s lips.

"What do you know? This is exactly my place, the place I’m meant to be…" A thousand unspoken words were left behind. He wanted to tell her how much he missed her, how many times he had thought about her and wished they were together. He wanted to tell her he loved her… But he couldn’t. Not there, not now.

Niragi watched as the girl’s gaze fell, those expectant eyes that had just collided with reality, and he put the deck of cards in his shirt pocket.

"You’re not like this…" Y/N began to say.

"And what do you know?" The words came out harsher than he intended. "This is who I am," he said with feigned pride.

"You’re a monster," she whispered. She wouldn’t have wanted to say it, but the words came out on their own; it was what she had been thinking since she saw him mistreat the man on the ground while hiding among the rubble.

That word pierced Niragi’s heart like a thousand burning daggers. It wasn’t the first time he had been referred to like that, but he never would have imagined Y/N calling him that, and he never would have imagined the pain it would bring.

"Get out. I’ll tell them you escaped," he said, making a heart-wrenching effort and facing the girl with false indifference. "Oh, but I’m taking this with me," he added, touching the pocket of his shirt where he had stored the girl’s cards.

Y/N looked at him, her eyes showing pain and disappointment.

"If that’s what you want," she spoke firmly, ignoring the pain in her heart. She looked at him one last time, trying to find in his gaze traces of the Niragi she knew, the one she loved. She didn’t find them. She turned away, leaving and disappearing into the darkness of the night.

Niragi watched her turn that last time, sharing that final glance. Maybe he would never see her again; Borderlands was not a safe place. He was left alone, watching the place where the girl had vanished, as if hoping she would turn around and run into his arms, as she had done so many times in the past… He remained trembling under the stars, watching as the only light in his life disappeared once more before his eyes, this time because of his own fault. He could previously blame the fireworks that had deprived him of a happy future together… but not now. This was his fault, and he knew it.

© 2024 [@dreamwavesexploringreality]

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Should I continue it?

I've taken some time to write the second part of the Niragi x reader story, and I really hope you enjoy it!

If there's enough interest and feedback, I might consider writing a 3rd PART or even turning it into a series. Your thoughts and comments are greatly appreciated!

[untilnextchapter]

Masterlist: Alice in Borderland

Alice in Borderland

Chishiya x Reader

That's my girl @werelosingdaylight -> (Suguru Niragi Sister) Intimate mornings @werelosingdaylight Reunion @luvxkdrama Let's play @haloshornsinkstains Jack of Heart @saskiahaggens -> (Blind!Reader) Antidote @archieimagines Dazed and confused @riseatlantisss Safe and warm @riseatlantisss Second, first meeting @buckyarchives An apple a day @vvagustd -> (Sick!Reader) All over again @writing-fanics Only @heart4kuina Aboard @heart4kuina Cookies @ang3liclov3ly Change of hearts @sweetflanfiction Burden @nozomi-akamivt [Not named] @nineteenninety-six Back to you @eufezco Charisma @borderlinebox The Flicker of a Candle, the Soaring of a Flame @engardeitsme King of my heart @aliceinborderlandscrolls Candy sushi @aliceinborderlandscrolls How to make a chesire blush @aliceinborderlandscrolls [Not named 2] @chichix Yes, gently as always, softly caress my trembling cheek @thedivineflowers -> (Younger Sibling!Reader) You licked me!! @aliceinborderlandsquidgame What's missing? @vin-taege

Banda x Reader

[Not named] @nineteenninety-six Solitary confinement @iheartgeto -> (NSFW) Laughter @omniscient-wanderer-of-worlds Follow me to Hell @nikky-the-writer Game of trust @mikanotes AiB x Reader

Love in a band aid box @halbravd -> (Aib Boys) Jealousy jealousy @halbravd -> (Mention NSFW) Regular at Karube’s bar @archieimagines You scared me @aliceinborderlandsquidgame -> (Aguni x Reader) Stop playing dumb @aliceinborderlandsquidgame -> (Aguni x Reader) Put some clothes on @aliceinborderlandscrolls -> (Kyuuma x Reader) Turn me up @riseatlantisss -> (Rockstar!Kyuuma x Reader) NSFW

[sweetfawngrl]

❝𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓, ‘𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄.❞ ༉‧₊˚.

ー you ‘haunt’ him after dying in a game.

pairing ;; chishiya x (f!)dead!reader

content ;; angst(?), you make a small mistake which caused you, your life. chishiya didn’t even care about you that much right? now he can’t even get rid of your echoing voice. he sees your shadows in the corner of his eyes.

warnings ;; blood, death, paranoia, ???,,, short…

notes ;; y/n used, i’m not sure if pronouns or feminine description is used but i’ll still use “f!reader” so…

also also sex w/ a ghost is one of my fav songs (by teddy hyde) y’all should check it out LOLOL it was the inspohhh for this boring short fic thing 👅

you died. right in front of him. your blood splattered onto his face and jacket. your cut off scream echos in his head and in the room. 

why did this happen? why?

he thought you were smarter than that, you were talking to him a few minutes ago, smiling and telling him something he didn’t…even remember now.

he stared down at your body for a moment, “huh” he suddenly muttered. the other players gasp and stumble back, some screaming in horror as your blood spills everywhere. 

his eyes trail down to the blood absorbing into his shoes, he steps back, sighing softly. “mmh..” 

the voices of the other players become muffled, he turns away and leans against the wall. 

he walks away from the building, he survived, of course he did. he’s one of the smartest people you’ve known. so why? why couldn’t he save you?

he don’t even know you that much, you were the one who would stick by him and talk to him. it’s really unfair, really. you were a bright person, innocent in comparison to him. 

chishiya didn’t know you that much but you didn’t deserve to die. 

he walks down the street, lost in thought. a strong wind blows, his hair flowing through the wind and his hands in his pants. he hissed as the cold wind passes, “chishiyaa…” a whisper was heard.

he scoffs lightly and turns around, “hm?” he stares at the empty green grassy street. 

he ignores it, maybe it was just a sound? an echo of a scream, possibly.

he continued to walk, the empty street filled of grass, rotting corpses. some red lasers shooting down occasionally.

a soft chuckle tickles his shoulder, “where are we going now?” you asked. “oh! look— a bunny!” you point towards a tall green tree. he glances over towards it, not seeing anything.

“what?” he murmured before looking back at you. “don’t you see it? it’s a bunny, hehe.” you tilt your head. he stares at you, looking at your eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, everything. as if searching for something. “anyway!” you clap your hands, walking in front of him.

“where are you going, y/n…” he asks, stepping forward. “aren’t we going to beach?” you laughed, raising a brow. 

“we?” he scoffed, raising a brow. “but you’re dead.” he said bluntly.

You frowned, “that’s rude.” you mocked his scoff. he stares again, walking away from you. 

“hey!” you call out for him. he clenched his jaw for a moment, “stop it.” he said, continuing to walk away.

“chishiya!” you call out for him again, it was all in his head, you’re dead. why are you here??

“why are you in my head?” he asked, mostly to himself. “why? well, maybe, ‘cause you’re the one who can’t let go, hehe” you said while disappearing and whispering in his ear.

“even though we didn’t talk much, i know you’re a good person, chishii~”you teased with a unreadable smile. he ignores you, staring up at he giant blue moon, the red lasers seem to continue but it’s muffled. “y/n—“ he groaned. his expression remained the same, blank and mysterious.

a small group of survivors pass by, hiding behind a car, one of them stares at chishiya, wondering why he was just talking to himself, ‘what a weirdo’ they thought.

“fine be like that! hehe, see you later!” you abruptly said,

 “hey…make sure, to continue wining!” 

he felt a sharp faint pain in his chest- turning around and a strong gust of wind blows. he stares at ahead of him, you disappeared. “you should put more effort in trying to live, chishiya.” 

it finally hit him. you were gone. only if you stayed a little longer, maybe you would’ve been interesting enough to become friends.

i’m not…good with….angst…….IM SORRY I JJST WANTED TO TRY SOMETHING NEW GUYSSSS 💔💔 give tips please agrhh

it’s longer than my other one at least ???? sigh

ー brckendollette ☆

(10/9/24)

(((ALSO.SORRY. if i put the wrong tags lolll i never knew people cared so much but tahts kewwlll but yeah sorry in advance;; LOLOL i usually put whatever comes up to get more attention ykykyk….)))

[realisticjupiter]

haihaii!! your profile has been like.... THERAPY to me bc the aib fixation is back AND ITS STRONG ESPECIALLY TOWARDS CHISHIYA 💔💔💔 i love the way u write as well !!

so with this could i request a touch starved chishiya... like a chishiya that needs readers attention so bad but is too embarrassed to downright tell them "I WANT CUDDLES" or smth... still he does everything in his power to get readers attention atp the only thing left is to just BEG

also could i be 🎶 anon ? i picture myself being very active here from now on... have a nice day!!

Summary: Chishiya can't sleep without you.

Genre: Fluffy

Pairing: Chishiya x gn!reader

Warnings: None! :)

Word count: 784

a/n: Aghhhh i hope this is okay!!!!! That is actually so sweet of you, I'm so glad you've liked my account!!!<3 And ofc you can claim an emoji, hello 🎶!!

Chishiya tried everything to get you into bed with him. He tried seducing you, gaslighting you, and of course his manipulation tactics didn't work either.

All you were focused on was trying to fix the phone from last night's game. It was still on, so you thought it would be easier to get into before it powered off.

Every time he'd call your name, you'd brush him off. Mostly because he always used a certain tone of voice you've become far too familiar with when he tries to get what he wants.

All he wanted to do was kneel at your feet to tell you exactly what he wanted. To tell you he just wanted you to hold him, to tell you all he needed was your attention.

But he couldn't. He never has been able to ask for help, or ask for anything without feeling vulnerable for that matter. He was closed off, that's what people knew about him; that he didn't show those types of emotions in fear of being belittled.

Chishiya could feel his eyelids getting heavy and his eyes burning from keeping them open, but he knew no matter how hard he would toss and turn; he wouldn't be able to sleep without you.

It was pathetic, he'd admit that. It was a loop he found himself getting stuck into, and found there was no way out of it. He hid it pretty well, though. Through late nights where you'd fall asleep alone and wake up to him beside you. You truly had no idea he struggled so much.

He was so tired. He'd do anything if you'd just stop and sleep already.

And he found his last option, the one thing he dreaded the most.

"Y/n?" Chishiya whispered, his voice husky as he climbed out of bed and walked towards you with slow steps.

"What?" You hummed in response, never peeling your eyes away from the task at hand.

"Please," He spoke underneath his breath in an almost incoherent whisper as he stopped to stand beside the chair you sat in.

"I don't know what you want, Chishiya. No one is keeping you awake." You sighed, watching from the corner of your eye as he stood by your side, rubbing his eyes with his palms.

"You're keeping me awake." He murmured, watching your hands as they played around with the device's motherboard.

"How?" You said in defeat, finally turning your attention to him. You looked up at him with your hands thrown in your lap, clearly waiting for his response.

He let out a huff as he looked around the room; avoiding eye contact. When he finally looked at you, his eyes were soft and glassed over.

His next sentence was incoherent.

"What?"

[inaudible]

"Chishiya. Speak up, please." Your words were soft as you stood up from your seat, placing your hands on his upper arms.

"I can't sleep without you." He finally spoke, his words finally registering in your mind.

When he realized you had finally heard him, he felt like he could say anything. And with his new found confidence he continued to speak.

"Why is it so hard to ask you to touch me?" He breathed, letting his head fall onto your shoulder.

You smiled at his soft demeanour. You knew how hard it must've been for him to admit something so close to himself, especially since it was about you. You've found a new side of Chishiya you haven't seen before.

You brought a hand to comb through his hair as the other scratched up and down his bare back, "I'm sorry, Chishiya. I should've just read your mind." You whispered against his shoulder as you held him close to your body.

Your words were an obvious tease, trying to humor the situation at hand. Which did make Chishiya snicker.

"You should have. You've always been able to." He muttered, wrapping his arms lazily around you.

You smiled warmly as he spoke, pulling away to drag his hand towards the bed. You climbed in with him closely behind you. He waited for you to get comfortable, before he joined you under the covers to tangle his limbs with yours.

"I'm proud of you, Chishiya." Your sultry breath hit his forehead as you mumbled against his skin.

He stared down at the way your bodies fit together, processing your words with a smile he knew you couldn't see.

"Now go to sleep, 'm here." You spoke once more into his skin, kissing his forehead and massaging your fingers into his scalp.

His cold fingers danced around your bare skin, trying to bring himself impossibly closer to you before his body fell limp into a night's sleep.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[j-jinxee]

The way he looks up through his dark, tired eyes, makes me want to ruin him so fucking badly.

Him leaning back on the headboard with one arm up behind him, trying not to pass out from the pleasure. Sitting over him with your knees either side of his legs, keeping him down while you edge the fuck out of him. His right hand clutching the sheets as he tries to keep his voice down, every muscle tensing while new layers of sweat start to form.

His breaths are so heavy, enough to make his head spin more than it already is. His abs tense up while more and more pre leaks down to decorate his vline, your hand coated in it. He's an absolute mess, and those eyes.

Those fucking eyes, looking up like he wants to kill you, yet crumbling when you stroke him faster. His eyebrows quickly change his mean facade, faltering as he whined and rolled his head back. "m-mm please, fuck!" Your hand retracing once more. He knew that if he looked up at you, with those dark, tired eyes, and begged you for a release. You'd let him.

He'd never admit that he secretly loved being edged, then overstimulated, but he didn't have to, you could tell by the way his body reacts to your touch. As much as he wished this could go on forever, his head was actually starting to hurt. So he gave in.

"mmh- ah! please! pleaseplease let me cum, I'll be good I swear! haven't I been good?" Aww, he was so desperate, maybe you could allow it.

"remember what comes after though baby, are you sure you want it?" You reminded him of the way you'd push him well past his limit as soon as he came.

His eyes screwed shut. Then looked up at you, more helpless and desperate than ever before. Fuck, you couldn't say no. He was so lost in the haze, chasing the feeling he couldn't reach by himself anymore, only you. He chased the feeling of you, and you could see it, in his eyes.

Ok I can't write the rest cuz I'll lose it I actually need him so bad help.

This is basically a repeat of my Tyler drabble but 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ I just wrote this in like 20 mins cuz I want him so bad and he's all I'm thinking abt rn. Plus I have a thing for ruining guys hehehe (no cuz being a top but not being into pegging or mummy kink is SO HARD like that's all ppl write abt if it's a top! reader and that shit gives me the ick so, I write my own hehe)

[cherryheairt]

Law of Attraction ch.2

Chishiya x reader fic series

Chapter two: The Beach

chapter one here

Masterlist

There was nothing left to do but move forward. Since your first game, unfortunately not your last as you grew to find out from a sobbing woman who pleaded for your and Niragi's help to end her before the lasers did on her final ‘visa’ day (which only ended with you covered in blood and Niragi laughing in your face and being no help), you had been traveling through Tokyo on foot. There was no electricity anywhere besides games that distantly lit up, being narrowly avoided by you both until further notice, and although you knew all the other people in this abandoned world were stranded here just like you, you didn't trust any of them.

Desperation made people do crazy shit.

Every noise made you flinch and study the origin, leaving Niragi terribly irate at your jumpiness. He had found a gun somehow, just a little handheld pistol to defend the both of you, but it still made your tenseness fade ever so slightly. On the third day of idleness, Niragi brought up a good point.

“We need to find a game tonight.” He said firmly. “I'm not ending up a bloody mess on the side of the road like that chick.”

“That woman just wanted out. It's not a crime to choose rather than doom yourself to having no say in your own death.” Your words made him quiet for a long moment as you both scanned the windows of the department store you locked up in for the previous night.

Nothing was amiss it seemed, and you took to padding around to find fresh clothes and hygiene products.

“We'll be fine. The games aren't impossible to win.”

You hummed from the hair care aisle. “We don't know that. Thirteen people died in our first day—and I think that was meant to be an easy game.”

“Easy?” He asked, trailing after you. “Sure, maybe after we figured it out, but I'd rather not almost drown again.” The reminder that you owed him your life laid heavy in your heart.

“That's not what I mean. Do you remember the AI's information? She said: Three of Diamonds. Like a deck of cards. If we go off of that, three would be one of the easiest games we would face.”

Niragi had the sense to pale slightly. “What if Diamonds stands for difficulty, too, though. Like, 1-13, but Spade, Club, Diamond, and Heart are leveled 1-4?”

You pondered the idea. It could be, yes, but with the game's objective, you doubted it. “I think Diamonds are a game of intelligence.”

Niragi rolled his eyes but didn't seem too hung up on it. “Great, intelligence games with a bartender. I might not be able to cash in this life debt after all.”

Glaring, you tossed him a pack of hairties. “I'm in college, dipshit. It's not like you came in with a lab coat on, either.”

He turned his head, scoffing. “I design and code game software. Graduated university: top of my class, thank you.”

You both sat in uneasy silence for a while. You broke it first, changing the topic entirely. “I didn't give you those for nothing. Tie back your hair, it got in the way in our first game, I don't want it to happen again.”

Niragi awkwardly fumbled with his midnight black strands of hair, but with no mirror and presumably no experience, it became hard to watch. “You've never put your hair up?” You asked, bemused.

Niragi clicked his tongue irritatedly. “I'll do it later.”

“Give it,” You nearly growled out, snatching it from him and urging him to lean down but the heel of your palm, earning an offended noise from the man. You tied it half-back in a manbun-esque style. Studying your work once he stood back up straight and eyed you with a slightly flustered expression crossing his sour face, you snickered in satisfaction. “Much better. We can see your pretty face now.”

Although it was a half-hearted joke, Niragi seemed to take it as an insult rather than a friendly tease. He scowled at you and continued prowling through the aisles with a heavier step.

After having little luck, you both decided to move on. With your find, you were able to change from your, frankly quite gross, tank and jeans and into more breathable athleticwear that allowed you to freely move around. Niragi didn't get the memo, instead changing from his standard office attire and into black jeans and a loose-fitted silky button-up. He vehemently ignored your barely concealed look of judgement, humming out loud as you looked around the city streets. It was evening now, when the game venues all started to light up and people could sometimes be spotted if you looked from a high vantage point.

He nodded towards a warehouse arena that had lit up moments ago. It seemed to be an old candy-making factory judging by the brightly colored LEDs, but you weren't quite sure. “That one's close.”

“What type do you think it is?” You asked, stashing your bag under the cash register in an old corner store deli. The smell was absolutely awful in it, but you knew it would repel any scavengers who weren't so lucky in their own pickings.

“It's a big arena.” He sniffed, not saying a smart-ass comment like you had started to expect over the past few days. “Physical game, I'd guess. Lots of space to hide or run away in.”

“I'm pretty good at hide and seek.” You said optimistically, earning a genuine laugh from your companion.

“Let's hope it is, then.”

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The warehouse was, in fact, a candy factory. It still smelled sickly sweet as you both wandered through the employee entrance door. It was a pristine grey everywhere, quite a depressing place of work but sleek and clean nonetheless. Conveyor belts were seen through the open gate doors and giant palettes of differently packaged candies were stacked nearly to the ceiling. The sight was nauseating and you avoided looking to the top, hoping that none would be knocked over any time soon. In a smaller area people piled in quickly after.

Some were clearly experiencing their first game, eyes glossed with fear and confusion. Some were wary of others, backing to walls and observing their opponents with hard stares. Most seemed to collectively be anxious and alone, a select few coming in with another at their shoulder.

One particular duo caught your eye, looking out of place next to other pairs. About the same height, one styled his medium-length wavy and greasy hair into a loose bun at the back of his head, facial hair lining his uniquely handsome face as he glanced over everyone with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. Even his wardrobe was eccentric, a fedora with sunglasses stacked on top of it adorning his head and a colorful shirt-slack combo. The other was his stark contrast, buzzcut hair and wearing a simple outfit of a black wife-beater and matching cargo jeans, showing off muscled arms. Military, easy, and possibly your most dangerous enemy or valuable ally in a game of brawn.

You shared a glance with Niragi, who also caught interest in the new additions. Only mere moments after they walked in, the door shut behind them and the AI's voice rang. Stepping closer to Niragi, you looked to your phone for the instructions.

“Player Requirement met. Closing registration…”

“Game: Laser Tag. Difficulty: Five of Spades.”

A five. On the presumed scale of 1-13 like you guessed, a five was still on the easier side. Five days would be added to your visa if you survived, providing ample time to set up a secure home base for you and Niragi.

Niragi seemed satisfied, patting his handgun with a pleased grin. “That sounds promising.”

“Rules: Two teams will be assigned from the 28 players in the game. The Red and Blue teams will use their provided laser guns to play one round of laser tag.”

“How many lives do we get?” A nervous young voice spoke out, leading your eyes to a teenage boy dressed in a grimy t-shirt and pajama pants. He'd been here for days already, used to the games but not acclimated enough to find supplies. He was scrawny, collarbones visible under his thin shirt and cheeks hollow like he'd not eaten in days. “In the arcade, its always three.” He says, hugging himself.

You hummed assuringly. “Maybe. Or whatever team gets the most tags.” You said, slightly reluctant but knowing no one else would speak up and comfort him. He weakly smiled at you, shuffling ever so slightly closer to your pairing.

A door clicked open, revealing an employee break room that held coat racks of vests with attached guns, classic arcade style. “Can we pick our teams?” You whispered to Niragi, shivering at the temperature drop that seemed to happen after the rules explained. He didn't reply.

Grabbing a vest from the rack, you shrugged it over your shoulders and strapped it across your chest. Next to you, the teenage boy followed your lead and did the exact same actions. Picking up a gun each, the players all glanced around at each other with distrust in their eyes and tense bodies. Niragi was confidently standing almost entirely in front of you, blocking most people from your view—or looking at you. Unconsciously or not, you were grateful.

The timer dinged while counting down time for players to gear up. Seeing the boy's grip shaking over the hold of his trigger, you reached out and placed your own over his. Muttering, you comfortingly said: “It's okay. Treat it just like you're out playing laser tag with your friends. Do you go to the arcade often?”

Swallowing harshly, he nodded. “Almost every weekend.”

You smiled. “I haven't been in years. If we're on opposite teams, go easy on me.”

He laughed, nodding softly. “I'm Hoshiko.”

You told him your own in turn, and the timer finally stopped. The room went completely dark, and mutters released into the room. The vests all lit up at once, lighting it in blue and red. Looking down at your gun, you found that you were blue. Niragi turned to you, smirking when he saw your colors matched. “Watch my back this time.” He said plainly.

Hoshiko was blue, too, and you let out a subtle sigh of relief. “Take care of me.” You said, nudging his arm. He nodded with furrowed brows, seemingly set in his goal.

“Clear condition: Do not get hit with a laser gun. Time limit: 20 minutes.”

You sucked in a breath. “One hit is a loss?” To have to sit out and allow your teammates to carry on after only one hit would be a challenge. People would drop like flies, even in the large arena.

“Game starts in: One minute.”

People immediately began their rush out of the employee room to find beginning points. Hoshiki led the way for you and nodded towards the office areas upstairs. “We can see everything from there.”

Niragi obviously had the brains to agree, not arguing with the much younger boy's decision. Your trio rushed up the metal staircase and to an open office in the middle of the hall, overlooking a good majority of the line of conveyors. In the distance, the enormous stacks of wrapped cases were slightly visible. “Did anyone else come up here?” You asked, leaning below the window and glancing over it to peek. The blue glow from all of your packs lit up the small space as the timer ticked down.

“20 seconds remaining.”

You tensely gripped your gun, taking a deep breath in and listening to the footsteps below.

“I didn't see anyone else.” Niragi said. “But don't assume anything.”

You and Hoshiko nodded together. “Game start. 20 minutes until the game finishes.” The factory lit up with LEDs and strobes, highlighting the floors and walls periodically and making vest colors harder to see.

Immediately, blasts were heard throughout the arena. Shoes squeaking on the metal floor echoed throughout the open area and shouts of panic did, too. Niragi sprang up to join the action, looking both ways down the hall before situating his gun on the railing while kneeling. You and Hoshiko followed behind, each finding a spot on the railguard to shoot from. You flinched as a red-hot laser shot just past your head and into the wall. Whipping your head around, your eyes widened in horror of realizing that the lasers used from the guns were the very same ones that shot down from the sky and killed game losers.

“We only get one hit because it'll kill us.” You told Niragi and Hoshiko, who were both coming to the same realization in different ways. Hoshiko was nearly hyperventilating, hugging his gun to his chest and leaning below the railing to shield himself. Niragi, on the other hand, was cheering and celebrating his own killshot.

He ducked when the dead man's teammate spun around and blasted towards the upper area. Laughing, he seemed high on adrenaline as he faced you. “You didn't put that together already, sweetheart?”

Swallowing, you braced yourself at the sound of thundering footsteps climbing to the office hall. “Go!” You urged, taking Hoshiko's arm and running towards the end of the hall and towards the other stairwell. Lasers lit up the arena with red and blood littered the floors as fluid as water might. You all hid among a line of conveyors, watching a few blues and reds alike taking turns jumping from hiding spots and shooting at the opposite sides.

Niragi was the boldest of you three, taking risks and peaking out to discreetly shoot down any stragglers who tried to move positions. Each little cheer he did made your stomach squeeze uncomfortably, but you forced yourself to understand the situation. It was them or you, after all.

Bringing up your phone, you read the black digits: ‘15:27’. Only five minutes had passed and yet it felt like hours with your blood pumping hot through your veins.

Niragi leaned down, whispering to you and Hoshiko. “See that guy in the black tank?”

You both nodded after a glance up. The buzzcut guy from the break room was dominating the competition—blue side's, luckily—from a clever spot on the second floor of the storage area. He peaked up strategically and shot at the Reds hiding amongst the large stacks of candy. “I'm going to make for the wall between storage and the conveyors.” He said. “With him, we can take most of the Red guys down.”

“You'll be exposed!” Hoshiko said urgently, pleadingly shaking his head.

“You both are covering me.” Niragi said sternly, earning saucer eyes from you.

“I'm not a good shot, Niragi.” You told him. “If you get shot—”

“Don't let me.” He nearly growled out, wasting no time and run-crouching over to the concrete wall. You and Hoshiko held you breath all the while, and you didn't even register the Red-lit woman stalked Niragi with a keen eye as she spotted him skittering across the floor. Stepping from her hiding spot, aiming right for his back.

It was Hoshiko that moved first, lifting his gun to tuck it below his chin and rest on the conveyor to aim for her leg. When the trigger was pulled and the gun's nozzle was left slightly smoking from the intense heat, all you could hear was the woman's pained scream as she dropped her gear and clutched at her leg. Panting on the floor, she rocked herself back and forth before turning her angered gaze to you two. Her Red vest turned off and she was entirely in the shadows. Gasping, you pulled the boy down and hidden away with you again.

“Shit.” Hoshiko cursed. “Can the guns still work if you're out?”

“I don't know…” You trailed anxiously, sweat-laced hands gripping the handle of your gun and sucking a deep breath in. “We can't risk that.”

Hearing the hobbling footsteps approach the belt, you hopped straight up onto your feet and shot forward. The red laser momentarily lit up her face, illuminating the horrified expression on her face as it hit her right in the chest. The ‘thud’ echoed in the immediate area as she went down. You killed a woman. In a game of laser tag, you shot down and murdered your opponent with no hesitation. Hoshiko rose to your level, grabbing your arm with a worried expression. “We need to move spots. They'll hear that fall and know someone is right here.”

Wordlessly, you nodded. Niragi had to do the rest himself. Hopefully, that woman was the only one who'd noticed his movement. You and Hoshiko crouched back below the conveyors, using them as covers to stalk below, avoiding other players who seemed to trip over each other in panic. You both reached a small room to the side, finding it to be some kind of broom closet. “Get—” You started, whipping around when a loud, ‘crash!’ went through the entire factory instead. In the dark, you could see the silhouette of the towers of packages start to tumble down like dominos. You could hear Niragi and another man's voice call out triumphantly towards each other, cheering and whooping coming solely from Niragi but the other man affirming the victory that the falls brought.

Glancing up, you saw the man in the black outfit who'd been at the high position and shooting from a distance waving for Niragi to run back into the working part of the factory. He obeyed, surprisingly, cackling as he ran with his gun in hand back to the former hiding spot that you three had taken.

“Seven players remaining.” The robotic feminine voice chimed. You hummed, wondering which team had more. With the large stacks of boxes falling, you assumed that your team had taken the majority of the Reds down in that room.

Hoshiko shouted next to you, yanking you down from your spot and into the wall. You almost scolded him for the unnecessary manhandling, but quickly paused when you saw him shoot down a limping Red team man who escaped the box flooded area. His gun was pointed right at the two of you, only stopped by Hoshiko's own precise aim to his chest. He was animated in the air for a second before falling completely limp in a pile of blood and flesh.

You held Hoshiko's shoulder, staring at the dead man with a silent gape. There wasn't any time to dwell on it when another Red came darting across the working line room. “Shit-” You cursed, jumping to run behind a wall with the still shell-shocked boy.

You heard the padding of his heavy footsteps approaching with vigor, and clutched your gun tight to your chest to prepare for another one-on-one shootout. You hoped desperately that even if you were shot, you could take him down at the same time to prevent him from harming Hoshiko.

A shot interrupted your prayers, and you gingerly peeked out to see a red-hot hole cooling down to black right between the man's eyes, blood pooling around his head on the reflective floor. Looking up, you saw Niragi with an unimpressed raised brow and gun leaning on his shoulder casually as if he'd not just shot down a man.

“Saved you again.” He snickered, though he didn't sound too hung up over it.

Standing on shaky legs, you shook your head. “I shot down a woman who saw your big head switch spots.” You defended yourself.

Sharp laser shots sounded in the much quieter arena, presumably from the AI rather than any players. They were too rapid and short to come from your guns.

“All Red players eliminated. Game clear.”

Looking at your gun, you shoved it to the floor and wiped your sweaty hands on your pants.

“Really now?” Niragi sounded surprised. Glancing around, he spotted the woman's still body in front of the first conveyor that they hid behind. “That's still two saves versus one. Don't forget it,” he nudged your arm with his own, not bothering to lose the gun. Ignoring him, you glanced down to Hoshiko, who hugged his legs and shivered.

“Hoshiko,” You started gently. “We need to go. Do you have a group?”

He looked up at you with glossy eyes, shaking his head. “I—I came here with my brothers. But the first game killed them both.”

Niragi eyed you, kicking your shoe from behind as if to say ‘don't do it’.

“Niragi and I are on foot right now, but it's safer with three. Come with us.” You offered a hand out to him, smiling when he grabbed it to hoist himself up. Niragi clicked his tongue behind you.

At the break room's emergency exit, you three found the two men from the beginning holding up the 5 of Spades card and inspecting it. Apprehensively, you stilled when spotting them, unknowing of their friendliness beyond playing on the same team for less than half an hour.

“Hey.” The eccentric man with the bun greeted first. Niragi narrowed his eyes, nodding his own silent greeting. The more intimidating of the pair was completely silent and still, crossing his large arms other each other and studying all three of you with hawk eyes.

“Have you been here long?” He continued, obviously unconcerned with the awkward tension in the room.

“About a week.” Niragi rounded up, tossing aside the vest and gun, making sure the gun in his belt was visible to both men. Smart, you thought as the buzzcut glanced at the other man with a raised brow.

“Most people don't even make it that long.” The man laughed. “My name is Takeru—or Hatter, if you please. This is Aguni, my…security.” He clapped Aguni on the shoulder, and you half-expected that Aguni would shank him in the stomach for the close touch. Surprisingly, he stayed perfectly still and nodded at the mention of his name.

“Niragi.” Niragi introduced himself, intrigued at the introductions. To you, it felt like you were about to be given a sales pitch.

You introduced yourself and Hoshiko shortly, staying in front of the boy while he was still shaky and unnerved.

“You must be tired from all the walking. Here and there, no electricity and running water. Water bottles grow scarce in all the scavenged stores.”

“What's your point?” Niragi asked.

“You look like you can handle yourself. At The Beach, we've been recruiting people like you.”

“The Beach?”

“A utopia.” Hatter spread his arms out dramatically like a preacher might, and you questioned just how much truth comes from his mouth. “There's only a few of us now—but we've managed to get electricity and water working again with our resident geniuses. Cars, too, so no more walking aimlessly for the next game. Aguni here is our militant branch head, he joins most of the games to keep our residents safe and returned back to The Beach.”

Sounded too good to be true. Electricity and running water run by only a few people. “Where's this utopia?” You asked apprehensively.

Hatter's eyes locked on you and he smiled brightly, a cheek to cheek grin that made you certain he was missing some screws. “Come with us. Niragi, you were good with that gun, you could be placed right under Aguni.”

Niragi seemed to think over the offer in his head, shifting his weight and glancing between Aguni and Hatter. “They can come?” He asked, nodding towards you and Hoshiko.

“Of course! All are welcome at The Beach.”

“We'll check it out.” Niragi agreed for you all, earning a scorching look from you and you pulled his arm.

“I never agreed to that. We should discuss it, Niragi.” You hissed in his ear.

He yanked his arm back, looking down at you like you were a mere animal. A dog begging for food at his heels. “There's nothing to discuss.” He left the alleyway with Hatter, following him to the car that was promised.

Aguni stayed a moment longer, eyeing you before he followed after.

You and Hoshiko shared a glance. “Do you want to go?” You asked. Without Niragi, you wouldn't be half as safe. A young woman and a teenage boy alone on the desolate streets of abandoned Tokyo with scavengers hiding about would not prove positive for anyone. Niragi knew that and took advantage of it.

“I think we should just give it a chance. If Hatter is lying, we'll leave.” He suggested, looking a hundred times more weary than when they first joined.

“Are you okay?” You stopped him from approaching the car. “We could take a moment, if you need it.” Truthfully, your own stomach was churning with the weight of Laser Tag's deaths—directly and indirect. You thought your first game was horrible, with the thirteen other people dying in their water-filled cages surrounding you, but at least you were not responsible for their deaths like you were now. How many people would you have to kill just to make it to the next game and kill some more?

“I'm okay,” he smiled weakly, leading the way to the car. “A shower would be nice, though.”

You laughed and agreed.

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Hatter was telling the truth. The Beach was a reformed resort with fully functioning utilities and people. There were only a few, leaving the lobbies and pool empty as you passed through them like ghost towns. The bright lights were comforting, though, making up for it. Hatter and Aguni led the way to an upstairs rentable office room that had all the previous decorations removed and replaced with more practical ones. A large white table sat in the middle of the room, with three people sitting at it as if they were waiting for you all.

“Everyone, meet Mira, Ann, and Kuzuryu.” He introduced you three in turn. Murmured greetings were exchanged between everyone. Kuzuryu was wearing a formal suit and square glasses, looking groomed and proper despite the wildness of the new world. Mira was wearing a black blouse and dark red slacks, a mirror of the former and yet looking twice as sweet with a smile and wave towards you. An was in a white blouse and denim shorts, expression hidden behind sunglasses but still managing to look intimidating.

“These are our number two, three, and four.”

“Why are they numbered?” You piped up, glancing at the bracelets on their arms.

“I'm glad you asked, my dear!” Hatter appeared behind you, grabbing your shoulders and laughing joyfully.

“Now that you know The Beach is real, I can explain the purpose of it.”

You and Niragi sat next to each other at the table, you sitting opposite of Mira and him next to Hoshiko as you waited for an explanation. Kuzuryu stood and walked to a wooden wall, opening it like a barn door to reveal a few scattered paintings of cards. Your eyes ran across the wall, scanning for the cards that were painted on. It wasn't many, and you assumed it was still a work in progress as a few were crossed out and others were still half-done.

“The purpose of The Beach and all of its citizens, future and current, is to collect every single one of the cards from the games.”

“For what?” Hoshiko asked quietly, wringing his hands together in his lap. He looked interested.

“To get out of this world.” Hatter said, demeanor suddenly extremely serious. “I have a theory. If every card is collected, then the game is completed and one person at a time can go home per deck of cards.”

“That's why we have rankings.” Kuzuryu spoke up. “Number one goes first. Then two, and three, and so on.”

“I am number one, of course.” Hatter said with a charming bow.

“That would take years!” You exasperated. “Who would wait that long?”

Mira giggled in front of you. “That's why we're recruiting people all over Tokyo to join us. The more people contributing cards, the faster we can all go home.” Basing everything off of a theory was risky.

“I'm not sure I want to stay here.” You told Hatter, following his pacing form around the room.

“No?” He asked. “Not even if you were offered a place on the executive table?”

“Would I be able to keep it if you offer everyone new a spot at it?” You bit, glancing at the entrance door that was blocked by Aguni.

He waved the question off. “Of course. The ranking is decided by how many cards someone has contributed, and their cards’ value. As long as you keep playing the games, you can keep your number.”

“Still. It'll be faster if I do it alone. Good luck, Hatter.” You stood from your chair, yelping when you were yanked back by Niragi.

“We'll stay.” He promised simply.

“Niragi—”

“Great!” Hatter clapped, taking a seat at the head of the table. “Let's get you three some numbers. What are your cards?”

“Three of diamonds and five of spades, obviously.” Niragi answered for you both. “We didn't grab our first card, though.”

Hoshiko reached into his pocket and slid a three of hearts to the table's head. Hatter nodded appreciatively, pocketing it for himself. “That's no matter. We'll find another three of diamonds game eventually.” Mira moved to cross out the three of hearts with a fresh can of paint, her neat handwriting showing no flaws on the white wall.

Ann reached into a bag and handed you three numbers. Six, seven, and eight. “Distribute as you please. You three have an even amount.”

Hoshiko handed you the ‘Seven’ and took the ‘Eight’ for himself as Niragi immediately slapped ‘Six’ on his own wrist. You didn't give a damn what number you were assigned, knowing that tonight while everyone else slept you would simply sneak out. Hoshiko, too, if he accepted your offer.

“Your room numbers correspond with your numbers.” She continued.

“Before Hatter left, we were discussing the rules of The Beach.” Aguni said. You almost forgot he was there with his silence. He sat slumped at the other end, opposite of Hatter.

“Ah, yes.” He said. “We only got to brainstorming but during our drive I think I figured some out.”

Ann nodded for him to continue and she brought out a pen and paper from her bag yet again.

“Number one.” He started, drafting it. “Live as you desire. Drink, party, fuck. Its some of our last days, might as well be free.” Some nods and mutters of agreement filled the room. Seeing no complaints, he leaned back in his seat and continued.

“Number two.” He scanned the room, lingering on you, Mira, and Ann for moments too long. Confused, you glanced at both of them and found no luck in an explanation. “We must all wear bathing suits at all times. This goes hand in hand with ‘no weapons’. Nothing is hidden in swimwear.”

Before you could plead your case, Niragi spoke up. “No weapons?” Like that was the biggest issue. In fact, you actually liked that rule.

Hatter laughed and waved him off, too. “Not you, Niragi. The Militants are permitted guns. To keep order, only a few select people can be exempt.”

“Can't we just do room checks?” You asked.

“If you're against the policy, you could wear normal attire during games. But there is no further argument.”

Well, damn.

“Only one more rule. Short and sweet to keep confusion to a minimum.” He decided.

“Death to all traitors.”