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angelseraphines · 2 months ago

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ೃ⁀➷ body electric ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ and what you saw left you speechless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ ”it’s been a while, honey.”

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ what happened to him?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ “niragi, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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myraniellejkelly · 26 days ago

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛: 𝕆𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤

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Previous: Chapter 2

Author’s note: Managing between writing fics and getting break, but mostly I am too addicted in writing anyways, no worries.

This work includes/warning: All images aren’t mine, grammars ahead, vulgar language, mentions of drugs, mentioning about Y/N’s absent parents, mentions of An’s past interaction with Niragi, transphobia (initially related to Kuina’s past, and pre-transitioned Kuina), mentions of bullying and suicide (related to Niragi’s past and his struggles), Kuina coming out to Y/n that she’s trans, and this story includes Kuinann and Kuzumira.

Summary: Y/n used to be in a dojo with Kuina in the past, until now Y/n finally recognized her after many years. While Niragi struggles to move on from his past experiences as well as he visits Kuzuryu at the hospital.

pink text represents Y/n’s POV

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I remember for a long time when I was fifteen… as much as I never doubted anything else in that past. I remember back when I was that kid, a kid who watches by, then I met this “boy” and “he” was there.

He was walking to get some water at the convenient store but his eyes tells me he wasn’t happy, then walked away while I stand there as I was watching him. If I didn’t met the boy, things would’ve been different at a single part of myself would remember how he look like. When I was in the dojo, a group of guy as I was the only girl in the dojo, kneeling down and watching my sensei.

Then I saw that boy as I always saw him during in the convenient store or in the dojo. But I didn’t bother to even talk to him, he was fighting against sensei as I watch. He struggle to maintain and to take a stance; he fell down and the only thing I do was watch, like the rest of the teammates.

After the fight, I begin to practice my kicks and punches as I stand straight taking a deep breath, fists on my waist as I glare, letting out my full potential and energy. “HIYYAH!!” as I broke every board there is, then I turn my leg and spin as I kick the last board. “HAH!!”

I stand straight with my fist on my waist, then I take a deep breath and bow down. The rest of my teammates left, while I was still there and I begin to notice what happened from the cover, as I heard my sensei talking to the boy, “I thought I taught you better than this, son.”

I was surprise, the boy I didn’t expect was my sensei’s son as if there’s something going on that I didn’t know of. Seeing that boy upset and bow down as he apologize to him, he felt like a failure in able to succeed, “I’m sorry, papa…”

As my sensei felt tired talking to his son, the boy start to notice me as I move out of the way after peaking through the covers. “Kitachi,” I heard my sensei calling me as I quickly turn around and bow down.

“Sensei,” I said, feeling a bit afraid, when he slowly approached to me.

Sensei was a serious, disciplined man as much as I experience the first time I was there, the rest of us would fight and get a head start when it gets a little bloody: a brutal practice of kata. But all the time, it’s always that boy who I only barely knew him was his son.

I looked at him and stand straight directly into his eyes, following the rules carefully, “Will you stay at my dojo for a bit?”

I wasn’t so sure as the other of my teammates are gone, but I was the only person who’s still there at the dojo. I quickly nodded without even thinking what to say, bowing down again and answered, “Yes.”

“Then will you be going against my son?” he told me, my eyes were widened and that I looked down just to think. “I want his fullest potential on himself, instead of distractions went ahead with him during his fight with me.”

I take a deep breath and replied, “Yeah,” as I bow down again, “yes… sensei…”

As I was standing there and the boy comes right in front of me, he was looking a little worried of me and then my sensei said, “Have I ever introduce to you to my son?”

I lay my head down, “No, sensei…”

“This is Kuina Hikari, a successor in my own dojo,” he said, turning back to his son knowing he looks rather disappointed in him. “Hikari, this is Kitachi Y/N, you will be fighting against her.”

“Papa!” as I see him refusing to fight against me, he freaked out. “I’m not… gonna…”

“Let me tell you this, son, Kitachi, is one of a kind skilled woman,” he said about me, I refuse to take that praise from him as well as I don’t intend to be called “very skilled” and that I was looking at the boy, “she’s the youngest fighter at my dojo as she has the same level as you do.”

I can’t believe this… I had lost my respect towards my sensei, but feeling guilty over that boy, Kuina… as I watch him standing without any response like he was afraid, the thing say to him is: “Pa…”

“Don’t you ever disappointed in me, you do what I told you to do,” he said with such anger, that I shouldn’t be standing there as if I’m a part of this issue. But it reminds me so much of myself and my own father. “You are a man, don’t stand there, weak, unskilled to this family,” seeing my sensei as much as I felt uncomfortable in not doing anything, but following up the rules, “stop acting like a girl, who couldn’t at least try to take a stance of my position in this dojo, I want you to redeem yourself and prove that you are worthy of something to your own father.”

Kuina sighs after hearing the most harshest words he said by his father, “Understand?”

I looked away as I feel guilty as much as I had to follow everything according to my sensei. Then we take a stance and bow down at each other, the only thing I could tell is how much he tried to defend himself and so do I; he come forward for a kick while I go backward as he begin punching me, so I grab him by the arm thus I used my elbow and hit his arm.

He was grunting and that he moved back in pain, but seeing that his father really wanted him to win; he was sighing in disappointment and said, “Again!”

Every time I did, I keep my stance firm and steady, while all I could see was Kuina being fragile and unsteady. Several times I did, I won, yet he lose several times, he fail. Fighting against him again felt like torturing but his father is furious about it, “Again!”

The only thing I could do was tell him something to make us stopped, going against each other, I gave him an advice to beat me and so he did. He finally gripped straight as I wanted him to take it easy, so he takes a deep breath and letting out his energy, then he shouted and I was beat fair and square; I tripped down to the floor as he looked at me like he was about to punch me in the face.

“Stop, stand and bow,” his father said.

We look at each other as we move and he stand up, then he took his hand out to me. As I grab his hand and pulled me up, we proceed to bow down.

Afterwards, I walked away holding my bag but then I knew that his father would never be proud of anything to his son, as if I know what he is going to say to him after he knows I was giving a heads up.

Three days later, I was at the convenient store sitting down outside at the table just as he noticed me, Kuina was smiling at me. “Hey!” he said.

I was even more surprised to see him and said, “Senpai!”

As he sat down at the table, “How old are you, you shouldn’t be calling me like that?”

“Fifteen, why?”

“Because it sounds like you’re up look to me.”

“Then how old are you?”

“I’m seventeen.”

“Still calling you, senpai.”

“Fine,” he said. “But why did you decide to learn karate?”

“Well, I just want to protect my little sister,” I answered, and that I had to raise myself alone with my little sister, “even for myself.”

“What’s her name?” as he open the can of soda.

“Aine,” I answered.

“Aine?” he repeated and smile, “Your sister really do have a unique name.”

“Why thank you,” I said, then started drinking my water, but suddenly I keep thinking what happened after I helped him.

I looked down while he said, “You were good out there.”

“You too…” as I reply back to him with a low sorrowful voice.

“Why are you upset?”

“Did your father know I was helping you?”

His eyes tells me why, if so then I felt sorry for that to happened. But for him, he just brush it off and laughed about it. “Nah, he doesn’t had the time to focus, pa just wanted me to prove myself that I can. It seems bearable to me.”

How much it reminded me when I once told someone about my father that he was unbearable, now it start to bring me back so much memories before they were even there with me and my little sister.

“Did your father do that to you, isn’t he?”

“Well… just don’t think about it too much,” he says, “he’s your sensei right?”

“I know… but I was worried about you, senpai,” I said, looking directly at him, “you know after seeing who he truly is towards you, I know something for a fact that he always does that you, is he?”

“Y/N-chan… I appreciate that you’re worried about me and I know pa, isn’t what you think he is,” he said, looking down at the soda. “It’s hard being his son all the time, just following his footsteps or not, I am still his son.”

After a little while, quite frankly I get to know him for most of my time as well as he met my sister in person and my best friend, Yui Hitsuji. Kuina was my teammate and my best friend. Quite oftenly, I rely on him so much that I really don’t like how his father treated him, except for his mother who love him so much that it reminded of my own mother.

After all, since we’ve been hanging out like a bunch of teenage kids, we were then shopping around in the mall just as we were talking nonstop. We were laughing, taking photos of each other and even if I didn’t know what he was doing at that time. We were stopped by at the clothing isle as I was just giving something of a sweater, but then he wasn’t there as I was looking all over him. But I stopped by and saw him comparing himself with girl clothes as he was staring at himself in the mirror, I was confused after seeing him looking down and sigh.

Putting back the clothes and looking at himself at the mirror, it seems like it doesn’t sit right to him. I was there as I was smiling and shrugging off of how confuse I was, and when I pulled him just as I was getting some cosmetics for myself; it was obvious that he might be looking at lipstick and so I never understood what that meant for him. I drag him to sit down and look at himself in the mirror, so I just picked up a red lipsticks and put it on his lips.

I was chuckling and asked him, “What do you think? You look beautiful with that lipstick.”

“Beautiful?” he said, looking at his lips while trying out different types of cosmetics. My smile begin to fade after I saw Kuina crying.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

“Will you still love me, even if I’m different?” he asked me this confusing question, that had already now unforgettable and is now kept in my mind.

“Hikari-senpai…” I said as I lay my hands on his shoulder, “I will always accept you whatever you might be, you’re my best friend,” as I hug him.

He was crying like a little girl and that makeup was now smearing on his face as I just laughed, “Alright, we should be removing that makeup, the mascara is smearing off a little.”

Kuina laughed and sniffs after he had cried, I help him remove the make-up off his face as I smile. The time when we were in dojo, we usually joke around if his father wasn’t here; we somehow had to fight against each other, or us breaking boards every time. We were competitive to each other, beating who has a high score in how many boards we break. His father was there and we stopped joking around as we go through a serious lesson from him, we bow down but our eyes looked each other and tried to hold a straight face.

From time to time, I bow down when I came to visit to Kuina’s house, I smile while all I could think was being the guest; Kuina was there waving at me and that my eyes were always on sensei because after all, I mostly would hated him anyways.

As I was just helping his mother out and cutting out some vegetable, she was smiling at me and that I laughed because I haven’t been myself in ages. But as I was chopping down and I start to hear something out in the kitchen, I told his mother that I need to go to the bathroom as I bow down, then I walked away. Until now, I saw what’s going on again in fact I heard his father talking to him, “I told you stop acting like a girl, you are not a girl, you’re a man. A man should be tougher enough, not some weak and fragile in spite that you want to act like one.”

After all, it was the time I never understand what it meant from that moment, Kuina was upset and looked down in spite of hearing his father just keep complaining that he acts like a girl. From my understanding, he is more than just weak and fragile, he is quite determined and sympathetic. That’s what the most memorable thing to me, is that without him I would’ve understand my own feelings and morals towards others. I see his father slapped him in the face as I already know he was this abusive.

At dinner, I looked down and pretend like I didn’t saw it and even Kuina was looking down at his food, while his father keeps eating but his mother was confused. “So, Kitachi, how’s your day going?”

“I’m fine, thank you, I just got so busy taking care of my little sister.”

“Oh, aren’t you such a nice sister, isn’t that really hard for you to take care of her in such a young age?”

“I… gotten used to it, the only thing I would do is for my sister since it’s just me and her.”

“You’re very courageous to do that just for her,” she said to me, knowing some of these conversation are becoming quite personal, then proceed to eat some food and just trying to relax a bit.

“Of course, I am.”

“How come you never mention us about your parents?”

Suddenly I heard Kuina stopped and look at his mother, “Ma, you shouldn’t be asking that question to her,” he said it calmly.

“Oh, no, no, no,” I said. “It’s been a while that someone mention about my parents and well…” I explained to them in a thorough simple answer about my parents and that his parents begin to make different reaction. But Kuina get off the chair and grabbed me away from the dinning room, we were outside and he was furious at me.

“Why do you have to tell them about your parents, Y/N?”

“I just didn’t want to upset them,” I said, shouldn’t directly answer about my parents and that felt so personal to me.

“Y/N, you know it’s personal to you. To. You,” he said, and well he is right about those things he said to me, “so you just gonna answer everyone about your personal life? God, Y/N, you should’ve kept silent and stop trying to be nice to my parents for once.”

I storm out all of a sudden, “How should I KNOW?!”

His eyes widened like he had never saw me like this at all, I kept bottling up my emotions for how much longer I’ve been holding up. I cry and I cry just to take my anger so much, that I hated crying like a damn child.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, Hikari, how am I supposed to know?” I said furiously. “I haven’t saw my parents for many years, years I tried to raise my little sister. The only thing I could see was from your parents because they reminded me of so much like mine, you reminded of me. I rely on you, how much I hated so much of myself and everything felt so weird to me!” as my tears fell down, “I just wanted to feel something because I hadn’t felt love towards my parents in such a while…”

Suddenly Kuina wipe my tears and hugged me as I couldn’t bear but to feel so open to him about my problems. One week later, I gave him something: a cosmetics and perhaps clothes that I brought from the mall. In fact, Kuina loved it and hugged me and telling me thank you, for some reason, he just thank me for being his best friend.

But things took a turn when I saw Kuina running away and I shouted, “HIKARI! SENPAI!”

He was crying and I held his face as I saw a mark on his face, “What happened, did he?”

“He already know… Y/N-chan… he already know…”

I saw shake my head slowly as I hugged him, “Hikari-senpai, you’re going to be okay, we can get through this,” as I pause for a moment and then I think as I look at him. “Hikari-senpai, I think I know what you should do.”

We both looked at each other and said, “I think you should leave,” but then Kuina shakes his head.

“No… no…”

“Senpai, you’re better off without his success on you,” I said. “You’re no longer under your father’s shadow, you’re free… you should live another place where you could be yourself… come on, Hikari, just please leave and if you find me again, remember the colour of my lipstick.”

Hearing him sighing and said, “What colour is it?”

“Red dahlia.”

He sigh again and look at me, “What about you?”

“I’ll be fine, I still need a little training left,” I told him. “You should be leaving tomorrow at the morning.”

Lastly, I heard his mother calling him but then he immediately left, that the only time I see him is when he gets out of his father’s dojo, he was out and I was standing there.

My little sister was behind me as Kuina slowly smiles, squatting down and said, “How’s our little tiara doing?”

Aine come forward and was sad to see him leave, “I’m sad to see you go,” she said. “Are you gonna come back?”

“Hey, I will, even your sister told me about that.”

My little sister ran for a hug as Kuina carried her as he stand up, “Little tiara, I should be going right now.”

“No!”

“Nene, you need to let go of him,” I told her as I tried to gently take my sister away from him.

Kuina smiled at me and lastly hugged me as he cried saying, “Thank you…” and there he left off, walking further away from me.

Back when I was fifteen, I should’ve realize those little hints on what Kuina has been struggling with, and that I shouldn’t be calling Kuina, a boy anymore.

In fact, I am happy for “her.”

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Earlier, the alarm noise went on, casually caught Y/N waking up too early as she stopped the alarm. While Aine was still sleeping in her curled up blanket all over her, makes Y/N chuckle as she then kissed her forehead. She slowly gets up from her bed quietly, stretching her arms afterwards, but still tired from moving too much in the bed while sleeping.

Bet that, she sleep in the wrong bed all of a sudden, that each of her arms begin to feel sore. Y/N takes some painkillers as she swallowed, then she looked from her mirror table was a small box present, but didn’t bother to open it anyways. Too lazy to look at it or too focus on her plans for today this weekend.

Y/N came upstairs and went inside of the bathroom as she locked the door, then brushed her teeth whiles looking at the mirror then she spits immediately, as she floss her teeth in between her gums; Aguni knocks on the door just as she was flossing in the bathroom, “Yeah?” as she asked.

“I made breakfast, Y/N, wake your sister up,” while she was sighing and kept flossing. “Uh-huh,” she replied.

“Also, paid up for your little sister’s school.”

She stopped flossing and turned to the door, yet hadn’t plan about her sister going to school. However, Aguni did manage to planned it ahead of time, “Wait, Aguni-san, did you—”

“Don’t judge me, kid, if it ain’t for your sister,” said Aguni, “she would’ve be enliving in the streets, if it weren’t for your independence rolling,” as Y/N sighs after hearing from him. “Plus, I’ve became your guys’ legal guardian right now, you don’t need to worry too much or taking care of your sister all day.”

“Well, thanks, Aguni-san...” as she looked down and thought about her parents, “...Aguni-san...”

Aguni would be smiling behind that door, that's been locked but Y/N couldn't see that. She really appreciate the help she needs, in fact Aguni already see them as family; of course, he would do everything for them even though they're not relatives. “No problem, Kitachi,” said Aguni, it made Y/N weakly smiles as if it made her go back when she feel so small. The time her father sometimes was a good father who does care so little of things, despite that his intention was awful. Having the most complicated relationship in her life with her father, sure, she hadn't thought about neither of her parents at all and had tried to move on.

Then she get out of the bathroom and came back, just to wake her sister up from bed, carrying her while she was still too tired; Aine was hugging her thus she yawns. “Nene, sorry, if I woke you up too early.”

“I'm fine,” she yawns again, while Aguni dropped off the breakfast on the table. As he heard his phone ringing then he walked away, just as the sisters came to the dining room; dropping Aine down at her seat and her breakfast right in front of her, then she eat her breakfast. As well as Y/N, sitting beside her as she also eat her breakfast toast. Aguni was still talking on the phone and perhaps it’s Hatter calling on him, while Y/N smile as she moved a strands of her over her ear, just so her little sister could eat her cereal properly.

Aguni came back after hanging up the phone, went back and sit along with them, and ate his own breakfast. Y/N questioned, “Who are you talking to on the phone?” as Aguni tried to think of better answer, just simple and thorough explanation to them.

“Just an old friend I spoke to,” he answered, proceed back to eating his breakfast, then he asked her about something. “Do you have any plans this weekend, Y/N?”

“Well, I’m just gonna go to the mall for shopping, maybe?”

Aguni looked at Aine as he slowly smiles, “How about you sport, you wanna spend some time with me while your sister is in for her weekends?”

“Yeah!” she immediately says with her arms up.

Aguni and Y/N laughed at her adoration, while she was jumping up in the air. “Okay, Nene, just finish your breakfast, dear,” said Y/N.

Meanwhile, Niragi heard his phone ringing, as it distracts his slumber as he moves his body as he suddenly fall to the floor, groaning in constant pain when he end up with a thud; a little sore from the back part to where he moves his shoulder. “Ah… shit…” as his face was on the floor, that he couldn’t comprehend to move his own body. Niragi was still tired, like he hadn’t had a proper sleep in months, since he’s not just staying at his home. Rather, his job is taken him into a stress and fatigue state, that he couldn’t maintain his sleep schedule.

He tried to get his glasses from the nightstand while his phone was still ringing. “I swear to fucking god… who the fuck is calling me…” as he groaned, too much to stay healthy as he put on his glasses. Niragi was still on the floor like a fish struggling to breathe on land, that it tried to get back from the sea; his phone slide away when he move his hand, so he crawl in the most lazily motion as he reaches to the phone as it was on the floor. Niragi couldn’t use his hands, either he used his tongue and pick up the phone. After someone picks up the phone, it was Kuzuryu Keiichi, “Hello?”

Niragi quickly slapped his face and wake up and grabbed the phone, but instantly slipped from his phone as if it were a hot potato hitting his hands; he was struggling as his phone was about to fall.

“Niragi?” Kuzuryu called him.

Then finally he caught his phone as he sighs, Niragi get up and said, “Heeeyyy… Kuzuryu…”

“Why heeeyyy, Niragi.”

“Are you trying to be sarcastic, sir?”

“What am I going to say to you then?”

“Noted,” said Niragi, sitting down at his own bed. “So, why are you calling me right now? I thought you were busy this days?”

He heard him sighing, “Well, are you curious to know what happened to me last night?”

“Wait, what?!” Niragi quickly stand up.

“Just got to a car accident,” he spoke calmly, while Niragi was screaming silently as Kuzuryu sense the silent and asked, “Hello? Niragi Suguru?”

“Sorry, Kuzuryu,” he finally replied. “You got to a fucking car accident?!”

“Yes, my leg was dislocated and my other leg had a fracture to which now I’m in a cast at the hospital,” he replied, seeing like it’s not a big deal.

“Are you seriously, okay, sir?”

“Yes, never better,” he said, while he was on the phone, feeling in pain at the nursery bed. Mira was sitting down bringing him food as he slowly smiles. “But I’m fine, Niragi, it’s just an accident.”

Niragi scoffed in shocked, “Seriously Kuzuryu? You just told me every single detail, that your leg was dislocated while the other had been fractured, you’re telling me it’s just a basic accident, sir. When it’s serious?!”

“Niragi, don’t take it too personally,” Kuzuryu told him to calm down and it’s not like it’s a big deal, at least he’s fine.

While Mira was feeding him some meal she made, Niragi could hear Mira giggling in the background; unlike he had to roll his eyes and it felt like a middle finger insult to him, “Kuzuryu, is your wife feeding you?”

“Sorry, sorry…” he was laughing and smile at her for a moment, “how can you tell?”

“Well, let me guess,” as Niragi tried to guess, “Mira was giggling because you were trying to swallow the food she feed you, even you make that silly face when you’re eating. I bet she was just laughing at you because her husband,” he sighs and spoke in sarcasm, “is adorable,” as he rolled his eyes.

“Sarcastic much? Niragi?”

“Alright, I’ll be there in a minute,” he said. “Also… hi, Kano.”

“Hello, Niragi,” she said towards the phone.

Then he hung up the phone as Niragi sat back on his bed, taking a moment of silence as he takes a deep breath and quietly talk to himself, “What the fuck is going on…”

Nuriki knocks on the door and opens it, “Morning sir, breakfast is served.”

At the luxurious kitchen, Niragi sat down on a stool as Nuriki serve him an exquisite breakfast. “Ah, Nuriki, you shouldn’t have,” as he smile at him.

“Of course, sir, who’s been a busy man all day,” he said, “I made your favourite food.”

Niragi laughed happily, “What am I gonna do without you, ay?”

He nodded at his response as he continue back to cleaning the dishes, while Niragi was still laughing as he tied his hair into a ponytail as he start to eat the breakfast that he made for him; at that moment, his eyes stared out of nowhere as it felt like he is looking back again when he was a bullied kid.

“Hey, Nuriki?” as he tried to move on from that, just by talking to himself about Kuzuryu. “Do you know what happened to Kuzuryu?”

“No, sir, what is it?”

“He got to a major car accident,” he told him coldly, then proceed to eat the bits of the breakfast.

“Huh? Really?” as he wasn’t completely surprise because of how cold he was and nodded.

“Indeed, I never expected any of this from Kuzu-san,” he said, “even he got his legs in the most disturbing directional details after the accident.”

Nuriki hissed and look at Niragi as he felt that Kuzuryu’s pain, “Ooh… that’s not good…”

“Yeah, it was terribly awful.”

Meanwhile, after Y/N had taken a bath as she was looking over a fashion chic outfit from her closet, Y/N immediately saw a perfect outfit for herself: a white floral dress and a black bell bottom pants. She wears it and fix up the wrinkles from her outfit, then Y/N sat down and look at herself in the mirror table, despite that she ignore the small box present.

She pulled the drawers as Y/N pick up a random lipstick as she puts it on her lips, while she lastly fix herself and wear her sneakers. Y/N was outside holding hands with her little sister as Aguni was at the car, she opened the door for Aine as she seat belt at the back seat. Y/N slammed the door as Aguni opened the car window, “Are you sure, you don’t want me to drop you off at the mall?”

“I’m fine, I’m just exploring anyways.”

“Well then, stay safe kid,” he told her.

“Take care of my sister, Aguni-san.”

“I promise, kid, I promise,” said Aguni, lightly smile at her. “Aine, would be having too much fun with me after you’re gone.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she said, chuckling. “Bye.”

Aguni open the blinds in the back seat as Aine wave at her, “Bye!”

As Y/N smile and laughed at her little sister, while the car start to move as he drove away as she was still waving at them; afterwards, she proceed to walk away while Niragi went downstairs as he was well dressed, with his mask on as he was getting on the motorcycle. They didn’t notice each other, likely Y/N already went out at the right way while Niragi drove his motorcycle at the opposite way.

Y/N was walking through miles as she was taking a selfie at the view in Shibuya. But she felt bored all of a sudden, without her little sister around as she came by taking a selfie all the time. Even Y/N get to experience back when she’s a kid, it was fun except for some people out there.

It’s only been one hour, Y/N thought it would be fun by her own but now it felt more silent or so dying of boredom, she sat down on the bench and groaned; it became more harder to just look around and eat other restaurant, but now she got nothing else to do. Y/N heavily sigh and continue walking by in the streets.

“Guys, seriously,” she heard an unfamiliar voice. “Do I really had to be the one to hand out papers to anybody?”

“Come on,” some friend spoke to her, “we need more members.”

She sighs feeling irritated a little and takes a deep breath, while her friend shuts the door for a second. However, Y/N didn’t seem to know her by the dreadlocks of her hair that’s tied in a pony tail, then her designable sleeveless t-shirt and blue bell bottom jeans.

She seems familiar but I don’t think I know her at all, where have I met her…?

Just by looking at her, all I could see was someone else that I missing of.

Then the girl in dreadlocks face to her and say, “Hi, would you like to join in for martial arts?”

Y/N took the paper from her as she was smiling at her, “We’re willing to find someone like you to join in, whether you like or not that’s your choice.” But it felt very familiar when she took the paper from her as Y/N reads about the opening of martial arts.

But then the girl in dreadlocks stared at her for a moment, Y/N was standing so still awkwardly while the girl was looking down at her lipstick; in fact she remember who told her that if they met each other again, she’ll always remember about the lipstick red dahlia. Until now, she asked Y/N, “Is that a red dahlia lipstick you had on your lips?”

“Uhh… yeah?”

The girl gasped in surprise that no other than—

“Y/N-chan?”

Y/N blinks as she tilted her head and asked, “How did you kno—wait a minute…” as she looked up and down, “…Hikari-senpai?”

The girl in dreadlocks was Kuina.

She was genuinely shock of how different Kuina is as before, seeing her right now. In fact, she slightly knows that Kuina turn out to be the way, that Y/N could accept her immediately for who she is.

Kuina scoffs and smile at her, she slowly comes forward for a hug and said, “It’s so good to finally see you for all this years?”

“Is it really you?”

“I know you haven’t seen me… well, let’s talk at the cafe restaurant maybe, after I’ll inform my friends.”

Her tears slowly cries after looking at her, like she had remember that kid she was once knew at her father’s dojo; Kuina quickly saw her crying as she sniffs, “Y/N-chan?”

“I thought I’ll never see you again.”

She sighs, “Seriously, Y/N-chan, remember what you told me about what colour is your lipstick?”

“Yes…” she nodded, “…yes, I did…”

“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t had recognize you immediately,” said Kuina, holding her hands together. “Come on, let’s go!”

At the cafe, Kuina had brought her favourite order and for herself, Y/N smiled. “You still remember my favourite coffee,” she said.

“Of course,” Kuina sat down, giving her favourite coffee. “You’re my best friend, I just kind of missed that day and because I always keep thinking about you, honestly.”

“You never told me… about… well, you know…” as Y/N tried to explain to her that she already transitioned.

“Oh yeah… I umm…” Kuina looked down and a bit nervous as she was fidgeting her fingers, then drinks her coffee and looked at her.

“Actually, never mind, it really suits you, honestly,” as her eyes widened after Y/N quickly accepted her anyways and even she smiles at her. “The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Y/N… you’re ruining my mascara,” she cried and sniffs.

“I-I didn’t mean to ruin it!”

“No, no, no, I just…” she said, wiping off her tears, “…it’s hard when you’re in a place where it’s hard for me to get accepted…”

“Hikari, you’re my best friend, of course you’ll be accepted,” Y/N said, “we’ll just get through this together… one way to another, I’ll always be with you.”

“Y/N-chan, you make wanna cry more than I already am,” she said.

“Hey, hey, you’re gonna be alright,” as she handed a tissue to Kuina. “Just stop crying, you’re ruining your beauty self.”

After Kuina confronts to her, Y/N already in fact know and didn’t even speak about it; she accepted her. Kuina wiped her tears with a tissue and sniffs as she smiled at her, “So, how are you doing today?”

“Well, I’m just wondering off in Shibuya,” Y/N explained, “it’s just a long time ago since I left Shibuya, then move out from Yokohama, then got back to Shibuya as well as I came back,” she sighs, “at least my boyfriend was there.”

“Ooh, who’s this boyfriend of yours?” she rested her chin on her palms, so smugly. Y/N becomes a little red.

“I-It’s Yui Hitsuji.”

Kuina was surprised and said, “Eh?!” she slammed the table. “Ain’t he used to be your neighbour?”

“Well, yeah, after you left,” said Y/N, “he asked me out and well we just kinda got together for years now.”

“Oh my god!” she said, “That’s so wonderful to hear that.”

“Well, I didn’t expected him to ask me out in some way,” said Y/N, drinking her favourite hot beverages. “So, are you seeing anybody?”

“Oh, why yes,” Kuina said and smiled.

“Tell me all the details about this partner of yours?” she smirks.

“Well, her name is An Rizuna—”

“Your girlfriend is An Rizuna, the model in Tokyo?!”

Kuina chuckled, “A former model actually, she recently worked as a forensic for the police in Tokyo,” she said. “About to engaged for a month, just waiting for the right time to confessed to her.”

“Seriously?! Wow, you’re so lucky!” Y/N nervously laughed. “I just kinda envy you honestly.”

“Oh, don’t be,” she said. “You already found someone immediately, while it took me one month in a half to find someone.”

“So, how’s your day been?”

“Honestly, I love my life… I got a girlfriend, and well… I would say job but I was there to promote from my friends’ dojo,” she said. “You?”

“Not gonna lie, my life has been shit at the start until so far, it pretty well,” as she rolled her eyes and sighs, drinking her hot beverages.

“What made your life worse?”

“Well, one year ago, I met this guy at the convenient store,” she explained. “My sister was wondering off until this asshole tried to do something about it, I was mad.”

“By whom?” as Kuina lifted her eyebrow.

“I don’t know his name, but it seems so off about that asshole,” she was mad and complains, “who tried to touch my little sister. It was that guy with piercing and a black mask,” as Y/N rolled her eyes, “obviously he has a motorcycle.”

Kuina slowly widen her eyes, “Wait… I think I know this guy…”

But Y/N was to focus on explaining that she furthermore continues, “He’s even my shitty neighbour, next door.”

“Y/N!”

She flinched, “Senpai! You scared me!”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Kuina immediately apologizes, then said, “but this guy… ain’t he… Niragi Suguru?”

Y/N was genuinely shocked and look at her in the eyes, Niragi Suguru, she knew him a long time ago; a long time ago when she was a middle schooler and saw a bullied high schooler getting beaten up by bullies. Y/N jokes about it, “There’s no way… that’s Niragi Suguru…”

“Kitachi Y/N… you just met Niragi Suguru…”

She shakes her head, “Kuina, let me tell you about that,” Y/N said, heavily sigh after she hadn’t heard that time a long time ago. “I’ve met Niragi since I was fourteen. Fourteen, I was in middle school, he was a high school nerd who got bullied.”

“Wait what?! You’ve met way before when he’s famous?” Kuina said. “Y/N, you’re more shocking than how you told me about my girlfriend.”

“Kuina, Niragi was famous?” she said, confused and that she furrowed her eyebrows at her.

“You haven’t heard?”

Y/N shakes her head.

“Oh my god, Y/N,” Kuina slowly says, “I am so gonna tell you everything, girl, you’ve just came back for Shibuya for what?”

“I was just having a new life in Shibuya.”

“So, how the heck are you not seeing this?” she said. “Niragi is not some asshole, he’s actually very sweet to kids in Tokyo,” as Kuina takes out her phone and show the video.

Y/N look at the video as her eyes went to a confused to a shock. From the video, it was a show, as the camera falls on Niragi visiting kindergarteners at school; he was bowing and waving at them. The kids genuinely loved him while he was teaching the kids, as if he was a teacher and gave them a lesson about himself, he was looking at the camera with a big smile and winks. Then he turns back to look at the kids running around; he was also running around playing with them.

Y/N was completely shocked and didn’t say anything, watching Niragi getting along with the kids and even when he feels exhausted, as they keep on pushing him badly; Y/N feels like she wants to laughed, but she covers it in clearing her throat.

“Hikari, just stop!”

“What, Kitachi, did you change something about him?” Kuina smirked.

“I have a boyfriend, jeez!”

“What I didn’t say about cheating your boyfriend,” Kuina said. “You know… Niragi maybe had a soft spot for kids, but for the fans… he was doing for fan services and oh yeah… he’s a former actor but he still running for model.”

As she took out a magazine of Niragi and pass it to Y/N, “Senpai, why are you showing me this?!”

“Hmm…” she smiling so smugly, resting her chin on her hand and blinks at you, “if your boyfriend is gonna dump you…”

“Oh my god, Hikari-senpai!” Y/N slams the table. “He’s nothing like that.”

“Alright, I’m sorry,” Kuina said. “It’s just… he’s nothing to my taste but he’s hot…”

Y/N facepalm herself in frustration, “Oh my god, Kuina, can you just shut up!”

“Okay, okay!”

Meanwhile Niragi was driving his motorcycle as he was miles away from being close to the hospital, then the traffic light was on as he stopped then check the time from his watch. He sighs as there’s little minute to catch up on, Niragi looked at the traffic lights as he twist the handle as the motorcycle go vroom vroom, then he accelerate; a police car shows up as he heard the ambulance, Niragi sighs as he stopped his engine, opening the shield from his helmet.

A fellow policeman comes around and bow as he said, “Excuse me, sir, you went above the speed limit of thrity kilometres per hour on normal roads.”

Ah, shit, Niragi thought and look at them, “Oh, did I?” he asked as he play dumb.

“Yes, and you sir been over the speed limit,” said the other policeman. “Mind if we check your ID?”

Niragi rolled his eyes and takes out his ID as he pass it to him, the policeman checks his ID licenses, “Eh?!” a policeman said after looking at his ID.

“Sir, is that…” another policeman said.

They were both shocked as he look at the man who’s riding a motorbike, “Is there a problem officer?”

The other policeman removes a speeding ticket as he writes it down, then pass it to Niragi who silently sighs after looking at the speeding ticket. A policeman written: Are you Niragi Suguru?

He rolled his eyes and paid the speeding ticket, “thirty thousand yen right?” as if Niragi change the topic. The policemen slowly nodded.

“Yeah, thirty thousand yen,” the policeman said.

Afterwards Niragi paid for speeding violation. “Hey, is there by any chance… if we could… remove your helmet and tell us your name?”

Niragi sighs as he put down his shield, then remove his helmet as he slick back his hair; furrowing his eyebrows at them. “It’s Niragi, Niragi Suguru, it says in my ID.”

“The mask, please.”

Niragi was looking at them very still, literally in disgust as he move his mask off, “Better?”

“Is it possible if we could take you a selfie, perhaps?”

Niragi maybe too tired for this, who knows, he’s just doing it anyways and sighs. Then he gets off on his motorcycle and said, “Yeah, whatever, just get in here.”

As he takes each two of the policeman’s phone and take a selfie with them. Afterwards, Niragi puts back his mask then his helmet, “Bye sir,” they both bow down. As he awkwardly wave at them, “Don’t start avoiding the speed limit!”

Niragi was thumbs up as he flees away, he sighs after an awkward interaction with the police officers. At the hospital, the motorbike was then slide to the side as it parked right over the parking lot perfectly, then he stopped the engine as Niragi took out his keys. Then remove his helmet off and hanged it on the handle as he start spinning the rings from his keys, then he put it on his jacket as he tie his hair into a bun.

He walked inside of the hospital and just as the receptionist lady was talking on the phone, Niragi showed up. The receptionist looked at him while talking to the patient on the phone, “Okay, your appointment will be next Tuesday, is that okay?”

She hang up the phone, the receptionist lady bow her head down and look at him, then she begin speaking to him, “Hi, how may I help you?”

He bow and chuckle, “I came here for visit, Kuzuryu Keiichi.”

“One moment,” as she typed on the keyboard. Niragi looked at everyone in the hospital, he even notice Kuina’s mom on a wheelchair with a nurse. He sighs and turned back to the receptionist. “Alright, room 352,” she says, taking out a printed paper and pen, then shows him which way to go. “Just go right and where you see the elevator, then you go to the left corner where you see the numbers signs where it explains. Lastly, this is where you’ll be end up by those,”—she pointed up there to where the between wall paths comes the right and left—“two paths going left and right, so it’s best if your turn right to where Kuzuryu’s room is.”

The receptionist cleared her throat, “Aside after explaining to you, are you by any chance a family member of Kuzuryu Keiichi?”

“Uhh… a colleague actually,” he answered, while the receptionist types on the keyboard.

“Okay,” as she take out a hardboard that he has to write on. “You’re going to write your name, date on what day you visit, and even your signature,” and she even hand him a pen.

Niragi wrote down on the paper as his eyes glance when he smiles, bowing down and said, “Thank you, kind lady,” then he leaves.

The receptionist notice the board and is surprise, “Niragi Suguru…” she slowly said, then she get up from her seat and looked at Niragi walking away. “I was talking to him,” she talks to herself quietly.

Niragi followed the receptionist’s direction and goes to the elevator as he presses the button; everyone went out as he comes inside, the elevator was about to shut but then a doctor smoothly went inside, without a problem as he was beside Niragi. The elevator went up for a minute as a doctor with ponytail speaks, “Niragi.”

“Chishiya,” he respond back to him.

“What a surprise,” Chishiya calmly said. “Is it about Kuzuryu?”

“Yes, I am.”

Chishiya slowly smiled.

“You?” Niragi asked.

“I was visiting one of my patient the other day, who had chest pain, short-term breathing, usually that day he was getting more ill or so a fever,” Chishiya turned to look at him, “it turns out… he was diagnosed with pneumonia because the air sac cannot operate well to his lungs. It seems common and risky for a patient who’s at the age of sixteen, but if it gets worse he might—”

“Die,” Niragi finishes his sentence while looking down.

“Yes, he might die, looks like someone had got their research,” Chishiya said, then he slowly frown and lifted his eyebrow at him. “You seem to be very worked up over some things, Niragi.”

Niragi didn’t respond.

“Did you take your medications of antidepressants or antipsychotics?”

Niragi heavily sigh, “Yes, I did,” he slowly respond. “Never been better but to feel everything from how stupid my life was before. Taking medication a lot seems to give me so much shit.”

“You shouldn’t take too much, Niragi.”

“You’re not my doctor.”

“Neither, you’re not my patient,” Chishiya said coldly. “But as a friend, you know how medication works?”

Niragi sighs and rolled his eyes. “You do know there were many types of side effects going on with you, you shouldn’t be risking your life,” Chishiya continues, “plus, those medications you’re taking, could effected you, especially your mood.”

“Thanks for your concerns,” Niragi finally spoke. “But you and I may not talk much at this moment.”

As the elevator dings as Niragi and Chishiya walked out separate ways but then—

“Niragi.”

As he turns to Chishiya.

“Whenever there’s a problem,” Chishiya said, “you know I’m everywhere,” then lastly. “But don’t even try risking your life like that,” as he was putting a straight face so coldly towards him, but deep down he does care about his concerns.

Niragi nods and walked away as he remembered the direct when he saw the number sign, then he end up on which direction as he go right. Then he saw room 357 as he went inside.

“Niragi.”

Niragi remove his mask, waving at him and said, “Heya sir,” as he came sitting down and look at him. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m having a hard time and overthink too much about my important job as a professor.”

“Or just relax,” Niragi said.

“How am I going to relax? I’m a professor at JUE,” he calmly replied.

Niragi sighs and tried to think while he complains, “Another start of the year of JUE is coming soon.”

“Well… I don’t know if I’m telling you about this, sir,” he said, catches Kuzuryu’s attention, “but I do have a bachelor’s degree on philosophy, despite from my former career as an actor and even still running for modelling.”

Kuzuryu looked at him as he already think up of his own mind about Niragi.

“But anyways, you get the idea,” said Niragi. “Where’s Kano?”

“Oh, she’s just going back to her job.”

“I see,” he says, “a break time.”

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As I came for a little visit at Kuina’s house, simply I was amaze in checking the luxurious furnitures they have.

“So, this is where me and my girlfriend live.”

“Wow, it’s very classy and fancy,” I said.

But then I saw a woman leaning on the door frame, she was wearing in black trousers, vest with a blazer over her shoulders, and high heels; a type of business office suit, even her hair was slick back and shades on. But holy shit, am I seeing Kuina’s girlfriend right now; jeez, I’m sweating. “And who might this cutie be?”

She even removes her shades off, An Rizuna… oh no, she’s hot… why am I forgetting that I have a boyfriend, why does she had to be like this?

I blushed uncontrollably and clear my throat as I couldn’t bear of how fucking hot she is; curse you, Kuina for getting a girlfriend this hot. “Rizuna!” I heard Kuina calling her.

But fuck, she’s laughing at her and even she hugs her; I have a boyfriend, I have a boyfriend, I have a boyfriend, I have a boyfriend.

She even hugged her, “You came here early today than I expected?”

“I’m working part-time today, not full time,” An said, putting her blazer around Kuina, god, they’re so good for each other. “Anyways, hi, darling,” as she even kissed her on the lips. “Aren’t you gonna introduce to your little friend of yours?”

“Rizuna,” she introduce her girlfriend to me, “this is my old teammate from my father’s dojo, Kitachi Y/N,” as I was too focus that my cheeks had gotten visible, that I cover my face. “Y/N, I think you already know my girlfriend since she’s a model,” as I saw Kuina whispering to her, “also Rizuna, Y/N is kinda a big fan of you before when you’re a model.”

“Really?” as she’s walking to me. Oh no, she’s coming, she’s coming!

“Y/N, darling, I’ve heard a lot about you,” An said, she even hugging me. Stay calm, stay calm. Then she look at me after she hugged me, “My girlfriend had told me everything, so you do help her get out of her old life, am I right?”

“Uh… yes,” I answered, trying not to get so nervous.

“Hey babe?” oh, please for the love of god, I can’t stand this.

“Yeah?”

“Is your old teammate alright? She’s burning up and even her cheeks had gotten red?” she said and look at me. “Are you okay, darling?”

I heard my best friend sighs, “That’s because she had a little crush on you.”

“Oh, are you?” God, why is she asking me, directly at my own eyes, damn it!

I awkwardly smiled, “Yes.”

She laughed and even squish my cheeks, “Well, I’m flattered,” An said, “of how adorable she is.”

“Honey, you’re hurting her!”

“I’m fine, senpai,” I said, “it reminds me… how… my mother did that to me when I was little…”

“Such a sweetheart,” An smiled at me.

I cleared my throat and tried to break it up and start acting up as I take a deep breath, “Hey, An, am I allowed to talk to you for a moment? If that’s okay with you, Hikari?”

“Sure, I would love to talk to you.”

Five minutes later, I sat on a luxurious couch as well as it has a rest for my legs, able to feel relax; Kuina was making something in the kitchen, An was sipping her tea at the moment. While I was just, well, sitting down and feel more comfy.

“Is there something you want to say?” she asked me.

“Well… do you know Niragi?”

I heard her choke on her tea as she was putting her hand on her mouth, then swallowed it as An get her napkin and wipe out of her face. “You mean that two-face wretched scumbag?”

I was shocked and said, “Wait so you—”

“Oh, don’t get me started, honey,” seeing her eyes looking cold as she take way to calmly, in fact I don’t know if she was this upset about him; I knew it, I knew there’s something about that asshole. “He’s a pain in the neck, that’s for sure, either way, you didn’t even know who he might be, showing by his enigmatic presence; Niragi is everyone’s praise and they idolized him,” as I saw her roll her eyes, “but not in private… you can see he’s not that of a man he was, rather something off.”

She was sipping her tea and continue, “Anyways, the first time I met him, he was a timid and quiet boy as much as I see him as a stray; I was that young girl when I saw him walking in the streets. I don’t know what got him to stay silent for as long as I could remember, he was covered in bruises as I could tell.”

I looked down and think about it, I remember how he end up like that. “I was there when I brought him, he was eating a lot as I never expected that boy was left with starvation and emptiness in his eyes. His uniform was ragged like someone had scratch and tear it away, glasses were broken, his mind and attitude had change,” she explained and sighs. “What had gotten him to end up like this? For there I’ve tried helping everything I can, but he was the most complicated person I have ever met.”

“Actually, he was bullied a long time ago… I don’t know how long that was… but I never that’ll cause an impact of his life,” I said, looking at the tea. I didn’t know that asshole was Niragi, likely I feel guilty after acting out just a year ago.

“You knew him don’t you?”

“I don’t think I know that guy named Niragi, Niragi that I know wouldn’t act like an asshole and is Suguru,” I said. “I’ll just ignore him anyways, I don’t want to deal with that shithead.”

“You know… he maybe a scumbag, but I never resented him ever,” she said. “The only thing I hate about him, is how childish and selfish he is sometimes. Somehow, I always wanted to pinch his ear or even smack the back of his head if I saw him.”

A sighs and she look at Kuina for a moment, “At least, Niragi had a sense of a doubt and principles, or else he would straight up be a complete scumbag in disgust.”

“I guess I didn’t know anything about Niragi at all.”

“Me neither,” she looked back at me. “But he’s just Niragi, you know?”

Outside of the hospital, Niragi sat down on the bench in private, smoking as he looked at the sky, furrowing his eyebrow as he turned to his expensive zippo lighter as he play tricks with it, then lands on his leather gloves without burning; he stopped for a moment and looked at nowhere as he think back about the bullies, that he close his expensive zippo lighter.

Niragi heavily sigh and remove his leather gloves, putting his hair down as it’s now on his wrist, and even unzipped his leather jacket, then take it off as he lays it at the bench. He looks at his black nails that’s been there for a long time since Saiko painted them a while ago; he was wearing a black tank top as he was rubbing the back of his neck: a small hidden tattoo underneath the back of his hair, as it was a symbol of a red spider lilies with three hares in a trinity.

He turned back to his expensive zippo lighter and turns it on as he looked at the light of flames blazing, Niragi stares at it for two minutes then he slowly drag his lighter, onto his wrist until someone interrupted and called him, “Niragi?”

Niragi quickly shuts his lighter and stops then turned as he slowly widen his eyes.

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