#niragi suguru

[scaratrina]

if ONE more person says “niragi’s shirt is ugly” i’m gonna commit a serious crime like yeah he’s a terrible fucking freak but he’s a terrible fucking freak in style. he puts on vivienne westwood in the apocalypse that’s camp that’s fashion shut the fuck up and let him slay

[ankababy]

A Home (part 29)

Part 1 Part 28

Chishiya x reader x Niragi

From being horny to almost kidnapping you, but all of those after leaving you out of important things, Chishiya can do a lot.

You sat low in your jacuzzi, arms along the edges, your body slack, your black bikini clinging to your skin. The surface of the water rippled lazily with every soft move you made—fingers dipping under and tracing patterns. Your mind ached from all the thinking. The steam curled up around your face, sticking hair to your temples, and you closed your eyes, leaning your head back, trying to pretend you were anywhere else but here.

Then—

A knock.

Your head jerked up.

“Come in!” you called, your voice sounding strangely far away, muffled by the heavy wet air.

Door of the room open, soon, Chishiya in the door of the open bathroom. He stood there in the doorway, a halo of fluorescent light behind him.

“Don’t be shy.” you murmured with a little lilt to your voice, flicking water lazily toward him with a small splash of your hand. “Come on in.”

It was teasing. Kind of flirty, even.

Chishiya stepped inside slowly, that usual nonchalance dripping off him. But something was wrong. You could tell.

You sat up straighter, droplets rolling down the curve of your shoulders, glinting against your skin. You turned your chin toward him, about to ask something when—

“Hatter’s dead.”

For a second, you thought you misheard him.

Your heart stopped.

Actually stopped.

“What?”

You didn’t even think. You stood up in the water so fast it sloshed against the sides, spilling onto the marble floor. Your whole body, glistening, dripping, was exposed to him in the blink of an eye, but you didn’t fucking care.

Water rolled down the slopes of your thighs, the soft lines of your stomach, down your collarbone.

Your skin bounced, shimmered, alive under the soft bathroom lights as you moved toward the edge.

Chishiya…

Yeah.

He was distracted.

Of course he was distracted, you were a fucking vision—standing there, so pretty, so alive, so raw and wild in your shock. You weren’t supposed to look that beautiful when your heart was breaking.

But you did.

He cleared his throat lightly, looked away for a second, the corner of his mouth twitching.

You climbed out of the water, no towel, no care for the way the air hit your soaked body. Your black bikini clung to you, making everything obvious. Too obvious. But you didn’t care. Not when the world was ending. Not when Hatter was dead.

You padded toward him, water dripping from your hair, your arms, your knees.

Your voice shook as you demanded, “Tell me everything.”

Chishiya just stood there, hands in his pockets, watching you. Like he might devour you if you got an inch closer.

His mouth opened, a quiet breath hissing through his teeth like even he didn’t know how to start. His heart was racing—not that he’d ever let you see it. But still, his voice came cold, clipped: “Gunshot. He’s gone.”

No softness. No comfort. He wasn’t here to hold you up. He wasn’t here to stop you from crumbling.

And maybe, somewhere deep down, he was counting on you crumbling.

Maybe he liked it.

Maybe he needed you to need him.

You stared at him, dripping and shivering and raw, and god—you had never looked more breakable.

More breathtaking.

You turned away from him.

And Chishiya looked.

Oh, he looked.

You moved toward the sink, bare feet slipping a little on the wet tile, and the second your back was to him, the part of him pretending to be a normal, functioning human being just fucking died.

Your shoulders—perfect. Smooth. The kind of smooth that made his fingers twitch like he could actually touch you without burning himself alive.

Your hips—oh, your hips. That curve. The slow, teasing way your waist dipped and then bloomed out into your thighs like it was a fucking work of art designed to torment him.

Your ass—

Yeah.

Your ass.

Ass.

Ass.

Ass.

(Just to be clear: ass.)

Chishiya was a doctor. He was supposed to be professional. He was supposed to be immune to this sort of primitive, base-level thirst that reduced men into idiots.

But guess what? He was looking at you like you were water in a desert. Like a starving man with a piece of bread an inch from his face. Like he was about to bite something and apologize never.

Your legs were glistening, all softness and miles of skin he would have fucking killed to map with his mouth.

And your hair, piled up sloppily on top of your head, leaving your neck exposed, dripping, inviting—

(Ass, in case anyone forgot.)

It was like you were designed in a lab specifically to ruin him.

And it was working.

Oh god, it was working.

He bit the inside of his cheek, hard enough that he tasted blood. Anything to keep from stepping forward, pressing his palms to your lower back, dragging his mouth up the back of your spine until you whimpered his name.

Anything to stop himself from grabbing two greedy handfuls of that stupidly perfect ass and—

No.

No, he was cool.

He was collected.

(He was absolutely, thoroughly, brain-meltingly fucked.)

You leaned over the sink, bracing your hands on the marble, water dripping off the ends of your hair, your chest heaving slightly with the weight of the news still sinking in.

And Chishiya’s brain—his big, brilliant, manipulative brain—just short-circuited.

He wanted you so bad it physically hurt.

And it wasn’t just lust, no, it wasn’t that simple.

It was obsession.

It was madness.

He wanted you smiling at him in the mornings, draped in one of his hoodies. He wanted you asleep in his lap while he read medical journals. He wanted to shove you inside his chest and lock you there just so nothing in this broken, blood-soaked world could ever touch you again.

But instead, he just stood there. Silent. Suffering. A sick little man in love.

You didn’t even notice. You were too busy trying to breathe, trying to understand, trying to keep yourself together.

You were a goddess crumbling in front of him. And all Chishiya could think about was how fucking lucky he was.

You started pacing. Because your brain was a healthy, functioning brain that prioritized things like my friend Hatter is dead, and not oh my god, Chishiya is watching me like he’s about to eat me alive.

You stormed across the tile, barefoot, dripping wet, bikini clinging to every unfair, godless curve you had, hands flying as you talked.

God, they’re called love handles for a reason.

Chishiya almost forgot why he came here in the first place.

You know. Minor detail.

Hatter. Dead.

Oops.

He thought he had a fucking high IQ. No. Not anymore.

He heard your words. He did. Technically.

“—how could this happen?”

“I thought he was careful—”

“—who’s in charge now?”

“This is bad, right? This is really bad—?”

Words. Sentences. Questions. Very important, very urgent.

assassassassassassassassASSass

You kept pacing. Rambling. Being the perfect, innocent, loving, panicking angel you were. Tugging the strap of your bikini up on your shoulder as you moved (and he almost passed the fuck out). Pushing your damp hair back off your face (and he had to glance away for a second just to stay alive). Biting your lip when you got especially worried (and he was now clinically dead).

Honestly, it was rude how hot you were while freaking out.

You turned to him again, finally noticing he was being suspiciously silent.

“Chishiya?” Your voice was so soft. So trusting. Like he actually had a soul and not a raging hard-on and a black pit where his conscience used to be.

He cleared his throat, looked at the ceiling, tried to pretend he wasn’t in hell. “Yeah. It’s… bad.” he said, voice dry, bored, like he hadn’t just been visually undressing you with surgeon-level precision.

You sighed, crossing your arms under your chest. (Great. Fantastic. Now the boobs were involved. Cool. Awesome. Amazing.)

“I need to change.” you muttered, chewing on your lip again. “I have to find Kuina. Maybe Niragi. I—” you stopped, overwhelmed, frowning at the floor.

Chishiya watched you with the kind of sick, rotted, bloodthirsty devotion only he could pull off without blinking. If he could, he’d bottle you up. Stick you in his pocket. Carry you around. Protect you from all the bad things in the world—including himself. Especially himself. But he didn’t move.

Oh yeah.

And Hatter?

Still dead.

But you were breathing. You were here. And as far as Chishiya was concerned, that was the only thing worth caring about.

“I knew something was gonna happen.” you said, tugging at the tie of your bikini bottoms without even noticing. “I knew it! I felt it! I just—” you made a frustrated little sound in your throat. “And now Hatter’s gone and everything’s gonna fall apart and it’s just—”

You turned again.

Ass.

Chishiya blinked slowly, like that might reset his system. It didn’t. It just made the image of you more vivid. Wet, angry, frantic, your hips swaying with every furious step, bikini riding dangerously high on your legs, tiny droplets of water catching the light and making your skin glow like a fucking fever dream.

“And I liked him, you know? Not like, like liked, obviously, but he was good to me! He cared! And now what? Niragi’s gonna lose his shit, Aguni’s gonna lose his shit, everyone’s gonna fucking lose their shit!”

You stomped your foot. And the most beautiful ripple ran up your leg and straight into Chishiya’s rotting, half-civilized brain.

Oh, right. You were upset. You were grieving. You were smart and strong and actually going through it.

“I just—!” You whirled around to him, and you must have felt it, felt the absolute storm ripping through his body because your voice dropped. Softer now. “You think it’s gonna be okay?”

Chishiya blinked. Filed away the hundreds of absolutely disgusting, wild, illegal thoughts he was having for later analysis (read: future jerking off).

“Maybe.” he said. Smooth. Unbothered. As if he wasn’t seconds from actually devouring you whole.

You gave him this look. This innocent, trusting look, your little lips a little parted, your big eyes still shining with worry.

Chishiya had to shove his hands deeper into his pockets so he wouldn’t grab you by the waist, shove you up against the sink, press into you so hard you’d forget your own fucking name.

You were an angel. A saint. A bright, shining, bleeding heart. And he was a goddamn wolf in a bloodstained hoodie, licking his teeth every time you weren’t looking.

But sure. He could pretend for a little longer. He could stand here and watch you tremble in your tiny black bikini, soaked and furious and so heartbreakingly good. He could pretend he deserved it. Later he’d find some poor bastard to hurt just so he didn’t have to hurt himself over how fucking much he loved you.

“And I know Hatter!” you ranted, tossing your arms up, spinning around mid-sentence, the water glistened on your bare skin like you’d been sculpted by someone who hated mortal men.. “I know him! And what does he do? Dies! Dies! Like an idiot!”

You stomped again—Chishiya was starting to wonder if you were doing it on purpose, that sweet little bounce in your step every time your foot hit the ground.

You had no idea, not a single clue, what you were doing to him. Every sway of your hips. Every gesture. Every droplet running down the curve of your back, sliding right under that tiny fucking bikini bottom.

God, it was fucked.

He was fucked.

He wanted to grab you by the waist.

Bend you over the counter.

Tug the strings of that bikini and watch it all come undone.

Make you forget every goddamn thing you were stressed about.

Make you sob with it.

Make you fucking thank him.

You whirled around again, almost slipping on the wet floor, and Chishiya’s heart actually jumped into his throat like some pathetic teenage idiot.

“Careful.” he said, cool and flat, like he didn’t just internally shriek at the thought of you falling and hurting yourself.

You threw a look over your shoulder, hair dripping down your spine, your bikini bottoms clinging to your skin like a second fucking sin.

“And what about Niragi, huh?” you turned to him, walking closer, completely unaware that your thighs were rubbing together with each step, that you smelled like soap. “He’s gonna lose it. He’s gonna turn this place into a warzone, and then what? We’re gonna have to kill him? We’re gonna have to kill all of them?”

You stopped right in front of him, close enough that he could see the little droplets caught in your lashes. You were still panting a little, chest rising and falling, tits practically begging for a wardrobe malfunction. He could see the line of your collarbone, the slight twitch of your lip when you were upset, the gentle slope of your stomach—

Jesus fucking Christ.

To kiss you.

Lift you up onto the sink.

Pull the bikini aside.

Slide in slow, make you cry, make you cling to him.

Say some stupid sweet shit in your ear like I got you, baby,' and mean every fucking word.

Chishiya, THE Chishiya, the coldest bastard this side of the apocalypse, felt a genuine, dangerous need to giggle. To fucking giggle like a schoolgirl who just got her crush’s number.

He was so far gone it wasn’t even funny.

Well, it was funny.

If you were some cruel god watching from above, it was fucking hilarious.

You didn’t notice, of course. Because you were you. You reached out, grabbed his wrist—kill him—squeezed it tight, looking up into his eyes with that soft, hopeful look.

“Promise me.” you said. Voice trembling. “Promise me it’s gonna be okay.”

Chishiya blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Every rational thought he had melted right the fuck out of his ears.

You were looking at him like he could fix this. Fix everything.

He should’ve laughed. He should’ve sneered. He should’ve made some snide comment about how nothing in this place would ever be okay, least of all with him in it.

Instead? He almost said yes. Almost. The word was right there on the tip of his tongue. Because lying to you tasted like survival. Because if telling you sweet little lies meant you’d keep looking at him like that, keep touching him like that, keep trusting him with that reckless, bone-deep love of yours—he’d lie straight through his teeth until the fucking sun burned out.

“Promise.” he murmured, voice low, barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

You smiled at him. God fucking help him, you smiled, and it lit you up from the inside out, made you shimmer with some stupid divine glow that made his fingers twitch in his pockets to touch, to hold, to wreck.

You let go of his wrist, stepping back to pace again, muttering to yourself about how you needed to warn Kuina, how the Beach was falling apart, how you needed a fuckass PLAN—

Chishiya just leaned back against the doorframe, hands deep in his pockets, watching you fall apart so gracefully it made his chest ache.

He couldn’t even hear half of what you were saying anymore.

You didn’t see that no matter what he promised, no matter how soft he smiled, no matter how sweet his words were—he was the biggest fucking threat to you standing in this room.

Not Niragi.

Not Aguni.

Not even the goddamn games.

Him.

“I’m gonna dress up.” you said and wandered over to the other side of the bathroom where a fresh set of clothes was waiting on the counter.

On the outside, he was the same as always. Cool. Indifferent. Hands in pockets. Face neutral.

On the inside? Pure fucking hellfire.

To rip the towel off you.

Push you up against the sink.

Mouth on your neck, collarbones, down, down, down until you’re a mess just for him.

He won't fucking let you go.

You picked up a shirt—his brain immediately edited out every unnecessary detail because the only thing that existed was you slipping that tiny piece of cotton over your dripping, bare skin. You shook your hair out, water flicking against the tiles, against your cheeks, your shoulders, your fucking thighs.

Chishiya had the passing thought that maybe this was what dying looked like. Not the games, not the guns or the knives. No. It was you, skin gleaming, pulling the shirt down over your hips. The shirt you threw on clung to your curves, still wet underneath, your bikini bottoms peeking out from beneath the hemline. Your legs were bare. Smooth. Sun-touched.

God, he’s gonna fucking die. He’s gonna die standing right here. Guys sos SOS.

He shifted his weight against the doorframe just slightly, forcing himself to take a slow, measured breath through his nose.

Control. He was all about control, wasn’t he? Cold, emotionless, always three steps ahead?

Yeah. Right. Sure.

Tell that to the way his fingers itched to grip your hips. Tell that to the way he was imagining lifting you up onto the counter, pulling those fucking bikini bottoms to the side, pressing your knees apart—

He blinked slowly, willing the images to die away. They didn’t. They only got worse.

Press his mouth to that little spot behind your ear.

Slide inside you so slow you cry without meaning to.

Bite your shoulder to keep quiet because he'd lose his mind at the sounds you made.

You rummaged around for shorts, still half-dressed, so painfully, stupidly innocent that it made his throat feel tight.

You had no idea what kind of monster you were smiling at. No idea the kinds of things Chishiya Shuntaro was willing to do to keep you smiling at him like that.

He swallowed, slow and mechanical, the way a man swallowed before putting a gun to his own head.

You finally turned to him, tilting your head. “Are you coming?”

God.

God fucking help him.

Was he coming?

No.

He was breaking.

Also yes, in his pants, three two one…

“Yeah.” he said, voice smooth, detached, like he wasn’t five seconds away from dropping to his knees and begging for a taste of you.

You slipped past him, brushing your hand against his wrist as you went by. The nail in his fucking coffin.

And as you walked into your room, barefoot, clueless and perfect, a little sad, confused, he stayed frozen in the bathroom doorway, jaw so tight it ached, heart pounding an angry war drum against his ribs.

He was going insane. But calmly. Quietly. Like a good boy. Like a dead man.

You found a pair of shorts and pulled them up over your damp thighs, not even caring that your hair was still wet, that your skin still gleamed like a dream he shouldn’t be allowed to touch. You were too focused on what mattered, sadness tugging down your pretty mouth, your brow furrowed.

“…Do you know what happened, more of it?” you asked, turning around to face him, standing there half-dressed, wet, vulnerable.

Chishiya shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, cocked his head lazily. “Not much more than you.”

You bit your lip, eyes glimmering wet like you might cry if you let yourself.

“You’re sure?” you pressed, your voice smaller now, earnest, heart all cracked open for him to see. “You’re… sure you don’t know more?”

He watched you. He drank you in. Not your sadness—not the tragedy. No, he was sicker than that. He wanted your neck, the soft slope of it as you tipped your head. He wanted your hips, moving nervously as you stood there, your body too pure for this bloody, rotted world. He wanted your mouth, even as it trembled. He wanted to devour you.

Push you back onto the bed and crawl up your body.

Make you forget about every dead man, every ruined thing.

Make you beg for his mouth, his hands, his name.

Instead, he just shrugged coolly, lying to your face without a single crack in his armor. “I’m sure.” he said, voice that same bored hum.

And you… you believed him. Because you wanted to. You nodded, all sad and sweet, tugging your shorts higher on your hips. God. He was about to start foaming at the mouth.

You padded over to your vanity, undoing your hair, still mumbling about how something felt wrong, how you just knew, your voice like silk.

Chishiya leaned his shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed now, pretending he wasn’t imagining—

You on your knees for him, hair messy from where he tugged it loose.

Your thighs spread under his palms, shaking just for him.

You letting him ruin you, trusting him even when you shouldn't.

You tied your hair up again, better this time because the first one came loose, and Chishiya very calmly and very professionally considered biting clean through his own lip just to stay still.

You turned around again, worried, pacing a little. God. You were pacing. You were half-naked and pacing, and the way your little shorts hugged your hips was a fucking crime.

He deserved jail time just for watching you exist.

You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, sniffling. “You know,” you said softly, voice breaking. “I don’t think this place was ever safe.”

No shit, sweetheart.

You blinked up at him, trusting. Open. So fucking easy.

Chishiya didn’t need to tell you how dangerous he was. He just needed to keep you looking at him like that—like he was anything good, anything safe—for one more hour. One more day. One more lifetime. And he’d do anything to make sure you stayed right there. Right next to him. Right where he could keep you. Where he could have you. And god help anyone who tried to take you away.

The door swung open without even a knock —Niragi barged in, messy hair, a gleam in his eye that meant nothing good.

Scoffing as soon as he saw the two of you. Chishiya standing like a statue, you all worried and half-dressed, close enough that anyone could see the story written between your bodies.

“Well, guess brainiac already told you, huh?” he said, his voice dripping in mockery, eyes cutting sideways at Chishiya like he could set him on fire with a look alone. “Good for you, sweetheart. Saving you the brain cells.”

God, the disgust in his tone. The way he said it—so bitter, so mean. You could feel the loathing vibrating off him.

Chishiya didn’t even blink. Didn’t move. Just kept that same sleepy look on his face like Niragi was no more interesting than a mosquito buzzing around his ear. Which, of course, only made Niragi seethe harder.

You didn’t waste a single second before you were walking over to Niragi, earnest, your bare feet pattering across the floor.

“Niragi.” you said, looking up at him with those fucking, angel looking big eyes. “what happened? Tell me everything you know.”

He looked down at you, sneering just a little, his hands flexing at his sides like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to strangle you for asking, or strangle himself for how pretty you looked begging for answers.

Still dripping wet. Still smelling like soap. Still so soft he wanted to bite you.

“I ain’t your fucking news anchor.”

You frowned, hurt flickering across your features—a crack he saw, a crack he hated seeing. You were supposed to look happy. For him. You were supposed to giggle and kiss his neck and play with his hair and make him forget about the fact he had blood on his shoes from a man he didn’t even know the name of. (Just someone who’d broken a rule. That’s all. Right?)

“But—” you started, biting your lip, looking up at him like he was still worth hoping for.

Niragi almost buckled. Almost. Instead, he clicked his tongue again and tossed himself down onto the corner of your bed, sprawling out like he lived there.

“You wanna know so bad?” he said, voice lazy, toxic. “Here’s the story: Hatter’s dead. Bummer. Someone probably didn’t suck up to him hard enough. Maybe they got tired of all his fucking speeches.”

“You don’t know who did it?” you asked, voice a little tighter, reaching down and pulling a blanket around your shoulders instinctively.

Niragi shrugged like he couldn’t give a shit. Like death didn’t matter. Like nothing mattered. “Doesn’t matter who.” he said. “Dead’s dead.”

You didn’t even realize it, but you took a little step back from him. Small. Barely noticeable. But Niragi noticed. God, did he notice. And it made something sour and violent twist up inside him. You didn’t trust him. Not really. Not with this. And that made him want to grab you by the hair and make you listen, make you believe him, make you stay.

You were gonna get eaten alive between the two of them, and not one of them was going to feel bad about it.

(Except maybe Chishiya. Maybe. But only because he wanted you so badly it made him feel almost human again.)

You could try and leave Niragi behind. You could walk away with your sad eyes and your pretty mouth. But he knew you. He knew you like he knew the back of his own fucking hands.

And you weren’t going anywhere.

Not from him.

Not really.

Not ever.

“I had a deal with Hatter.” you said finally, voice soft but steady. “He wanted me to be next. Number One. After him.”

Silence.

Chishiya’s head tilted—the slightest, laziest tilt, those pretty eyes locking onto you.

“You?” Niragi barked a laugh, sitting up on your bed. “Number One?”

“Yeah.” you said, almost sadly. “It wasn’t official yet, but it was supposed to be. He said… he said he trusted me.”

More silence. The boys just watched you.

It wasn’t hard to figure out what was passing through their heads.

For Chishiya, calculation: angles, outcomes, possibilities.

For Niragi, something hotter, meaner: fuck no.

His girl.

His girl, almost ruling this whole fucked place.

Hell no.

Fuck that.

“Well,” Niragi said, voice dripping venom even though he tried to sound casual. “lucky for you, princess—Hatter’s dead now. So no throne for you. Aguni took over.” he said, almost singing it. “Big, bad Aguni. Military freak. Scary, huh?”

Your face fell just the tiniest bit. A little crinkle between your brows. A flicker of unease you couldn’t hide. (And fuck, Niragi loved that. Loved seeing you scared. Loved the idea that you needed protection—his protection. You weren’t safe anymore. And that meant you’d stay close, right? You’d have to.)

“You should be glad.” Niragi went on, practically gloating now. “Would’ve eaten you alive up there, princess. Number One? Shit. You’d be dead by now.”

He wasn’t lying, technically. But it wasn’t because of the role. It was because someone—him��would’ve made sure no one else ever even looked at you like you were in charge.

His girl.

Not the Beach’s.

Not Hatter’s.

Not fucking Aguni’s.

And if he had to burn the whole fucking resort to the ground to keep it that way, he would.

Chishiya didn’t like this new piece of information. Didn’t like that Hatter had handpicked you. Didn’t like that even after death, Hatter had left his fingerprints on you.

You sighed, rubbing at your temples, the wet strands of your hair sticking to your forehead.

“I just…” You shook your head, voice soft again. “I wanted to help people.”

Oh, poor girl.

Poor thing.

Neither of them said it, but they both thought it at once.

“It’s probably for the best.” you said. “I don’t think I could’ve… done what needed to be done anyway.”

Liar. You would’ve been amazing.

“No shit.” Niragi said. “You’re too fucking soft.”

“Maybe.” you said, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. “But you liked that about me once.”

(And still.

And forever.)

You didn’t say it, but Niragi heard it.

You walked over to one of the dressers, fingers fumbling with the little container of pellets and dried insects.

Your lobster tapped softly against the glass the second you approached. Your frog just blinked, lazy, too comfortable in his fake little jungle to care about the tension in the room.

“Priorities.” Niragi muttered under his breath, his voice bitter. “Hatter’s dead but sure, go feed the seafood.”

“They need to eat.” you said quietly, sprinkling a bit of food into the tank. “He gets aggressive when he’s hungry.” You tilted your head toward the lobster, who’d started snapping at the glass. “Relatable, right?”

Niragi scoffed, but he watched you. Watched the way your shoulder blades shifted beneath the blanket, watched the way your legs stood.

“I loved him.” you said after a pause, voice low like it hurt to say it out loud. “Hatter. I know he was… selfish, and kind of a delusional lunatic sometimes. But he was always kind to me. He believed in me.”

Chishiya didn’t move. But you could feel his attention.

You reached over to the frog tank, tapping gently to get the little guy to stir. “He used to sit with me, you know. Said I had the material. Probably bullshit. But it felt nice to hear.”

“It was bullshit.” Niragi said, picking at the stitching on your comforter. “Everything he said was.”

“I just… I think I wanted someone to believe I could be good. Like… not just survive, but matter. Help people.”

Chishiya looked away for the first time. Niragi didn’t. He was too glued to you, to your voice, your expression, your fucking hope. Like it offended him. Like it was holy and he wanted to spit on it.

“Now it’s all gone.” you continued, quieter. “Poof. No warning, no goodbye. Just… taken.”

And god, you sounded so tired when you said it. So heartbreakingly tired.

Chishiya, calm on the outside, was tracking every beat of this—your voice, your posture, your words. Niragi… Niragi was just fucking angry. Angry that you hurt, angry that he couldn’t fix it without breaking something.

You turned back to your tanks, watching the lobster live in its own little world.

“Maybe I’ll just stick to taking care of these two.” you murmured, one finger tracing a line on the tank. “They don’t lie to me.”

That one stung, and you knew it would.

Because both of them lied to you.

Constantly.

“They’re just simple.” you said. “Easy. All they need is food and light and clean water.” You turned your head just slightly, just enough to catch Chishiya’s cold eyes from the corner of your vision. “Not power. Not secrets. Not blood.”

Chishiya narrowed his eyes.

Niragi sat up straighter.

Your reflection in the glass was soft, tired, still somehow ethereal. Still that girl they couldn’t let go of, no matter how much they tried to control you or ruin you.

“Go to bed, both of you.” you murmured, standing there in your blanket, bare legs cold against the floor. “You’ve done enough for today.”

Niragi scoffed. Rolled his eyes. Looked ready to say something cruel, something slick that would make you bite back—but then he saw your face. Not the tired part. Not the sad part. The done part. So he swallowed it, that sharp thing on his tongue. Instead, he swung his legs off your bed and stood, rubbing a hand along his jaw, scratching at the corner of his lip.

“Fine.” he muttered, gaze not quite meeting yours. “Whatever.

He brushed past Chishiya, shoulder bumping the blondie’s with more force than necessary on his way to the door. Gone. The door clicked shut behind him.

Chishiya lingered.

He didn’t move much—never did—just stayed by the wall, hands still tucked into his hoodie, that white fabric glowing faint in the light as if even his clothes refused to soak up color.

“Sleep, baby.” you said softly. Almost whispered it. “You too.”

You were tired. You needed space. Air. The ache behind your ribs had gotten too loud to ignore.

He didn’t argue. He just gave the smallest nod and then he turned and left, the door closing behind him with barely a sound.

Gone.

And then it was just you.

You let the blanket drop from your shoulders.

The air kissed your skin. Goosebumps bloomed over your thighs, your back, your arms. You didn’t move. Just stood there in your towel, breathing.

There was a hollowness in your chest, right behind your ribs. Not grief. Not exactly.

It was more like the sinking realization that you had no idea what the fuck you were supposed to do now.

You sat on the edge of the bed and buried your face in your hands.

Hatter. The future you’d been promised. The safety of purpose. Gone.

What did you have now?

Two boys who wanted you for reasons they wouldn’t name. One of them sick in the head. The other worse, maybe, because he pretended he wasn’t.

And you—tired, beautiful thing—still clinging to the idea that love could exist in a place like this.

You laid back.

You didn’t cry. You were long past that.

You just lay there.

Alone.

Again.

The way you’d started.

~

From your place above the lobby, on the walkway that overlooked the crowd, you stood beside Chishiya and leaned on the railing. The sea of heads below didn’t move at first—all those tanned, bleached, bandaged little beach-goers standing dumb, mouths parted, as if the word hadn’t quite hit their ears yet.

Then the murmurs started. Then the ripple of dread. Heads turned toward Aguni. Niragi just gave that little speech thing.

“Fucking hell.” you breathed, arms crossed tight over your chest.

Chishiya, beside you, didn’t blink. Didn’t move.

He pressed the little walkie talkie fuck to his lips, speaking to Arisu through it.

Below, Aguni stepped forward. Gave a speech.

“You should go.” Chishiya said beside you.

You blinked. Turned to him slowly. “What?”

“Go back to your room.” he said, soft, but somehow still condescending. “It’s not your place to be here.”

“What does that mean?”

“You’re not going to watch what happens when they catch Arisu.” he said. “Trust me.”

Oh. You were so fucking tired of being told to trust people who never told you anything.

“No.” you said. “No, I’m not going back.”

His gaze slid to you at last. “You’re not needed here.”

You stared at him, mouth parted, “I’m always not needed.” you whispered. “Unless you want something. Unless Niragi wants a body next to him. Unless Hatter wanted a pretty face in the front row. But when it’s this—when it’s dangerous, when it’s important—then I’m decoration.”

He didn’t say anything for a beat. That silence dragged. Almost made you think you’d won that round.

“And yet,” he said softly. “you still listen every time.”

You froze.

“I told you to go.” he said, voice silk now. “It’s dangerous. I don’t want to have to worry about you.”

Oh. There it was. The fake softness. The manipulation. The way he knew how to say the exact right thing to make it sound like he cared.

You were smarter than that. You knew better. But gods above, his voice was warm. His mouth—those lips—his fucking lashes, his stillness, that fucking face—

“You win.” you muttered.

“Again.” he said.

You turned to go, and he didn’t stop you. Didn’t walk with you. Didn’t even say your name.

~

Your soft steps were echoing down the hallway. The sweet ache in your chest growing into something heavy. Something you couldn’t quite name.

You were being excluded. Again.

You were being protected… maybe. But it didn’t feel like care. It felt like control.

What were you, then? A pet? A tool? A fucking doll they posed when they needed a symbol of peace or beauty?

You made it halfway back to your room before the tears stung your eyes. You didn’t let them fall. Not now. Not when you’d already lost so much. Not when the only person who believed in you—really believed—was a corpse now. Not when you knew they’d never let you be anything more than a pretty thing to love or manipulate.

Always left out.

Maybe that was Chishiya’s way of keeping you… parked. Stationed. Somewhere he could predict. Somewhere he could grab you when the fire started for real.

Because you weren’t clueless. Not anymore. You noticed how he always sent you away right before it got bad. Right before the real danger hit. Like he had a leash around your neck.

Maybe you were quiet. Maybe you were soft. But you weren’t dumb.

You weren’t in the meeting. You weren’t in the crowd. You were here, in this empty hall.

Something was happening.

You could feel it.

And still—no one had told you anything.

Because Chishiya wanted you away when things got serious. Not because he didn’t think you were capable. No. Because you were too valuable.

You could see it now. He never left you out to protect you. He left you out so he wouldn’t have to worry about you. You were a pressure point. A fuse. A glowing red target on his carefully cold chest. And he knew it. He used that knowledge. He used you.

The fact that he always knew exactly where to find you? Not romantic.

Strategic.

And yet…

You turned your head, and there it was again—that tug. That familiar pulse. That instinct that something was happening. Right now.

And still… you weren’t there. Not with them. You were always close—but just far enough. Always orbiting. Never allowed to crash into the center.

It was starting to ache. Deep down. Like they didn’t trust you with the weight of the room. But they did trust you. Didn’t they?

You bit the inside of your cheek, unsure.

Chishiya… every time he dismissed you, every time he made you feel small just by not looking at you, it wasn’t because he didn’t care. No. It was the opposite. He cared too much. Enough to cut you out of the worst parts, like editing gore from a film he didn’t want you to see.

He’d do anything to protect his pieces. You were his favorite one.

He didn’t say it. He never would. But it was in the way he checked up on you. The way he always stood between you and whatever was making noise. The way he talked to everyone else like pawns and talked to you like… like he couldn’t afford to gamble.

And Niragi? God. Niragi would drag hell itself up through the dirt just to keep you in his lap. You knew that. Even if it scared the shit out of you. Even if it wasn’t romantic.

He’d kill for you. He had killed for you. And you weren’t stupid. You knew. He didn’t just care. He worshipped.

And both of them they would tear the sky down for you.

You knew it.

Kind of.

It was a knowing that lived in your spine, not your head. That heavy awareness that no matter how cold Chishiya seemed, he watched your every step like it could be your last. And no matter how cruel Niragi’s fucking words got, he never let you out of his periphery—not really.

They didn’t keep you out of the mess because they thought you were fragile.

They kept you out because they didn’t know what they’d become if you broke.

You were a nerve. A tripwire. And if something happened to you—god, it would be war. The scary part was…you kind of liked knowing that. Even if it wasn’t healthy. You liked the weight you had in their worlds. And maybe, just maybe, a part of you craved the safety in it. The illusion of control. The lie that if you just stayed soft enough, sweet enough, they’d keep you close and never let the bullets hit.

Even if you knew better.

Something was happening.

And you weren’t in it.

Not yet.

~

It wasn’t bravery that kept you inside your room. It wasn’t laziness or disinterest either. You wanted to know. You needed to know what was happening. Every part of you burned with the urge to step out and see what was happening on the other side of the door.

But you stayed.

Because Chishiya told you to.

That was the stupid part—the part that hurt the most. How easy it was to listen to him. All he had to do was say it with that flat tone that was somehow more persuasive than any shout, any explanation. Just “Go back to your room.” And you did.

That was the power he had over you. That cold, untouchable, terrifying intelligence. It wasn’t just about brains. And that IQ—god, it was unreal. Dangerous. Hot.

You hated how hot it was.

It didn’t matter how useless that made you feel. You still stayed.

The door was closed. The lights were off except for the soft lamp on your desk. And there you were—curled up in that fancy big chair, legs tucked under you, chin resting on your knee.

You’d fed Charlie.(the frog guys, in case anyone forgot :P) Changed the water in the little tank. Henry was quiet, hiding under the smooth rock at the bottom.

You picked up the little cat keychain Niragi gave you. You pressed the keychain to your lips now, the cool plastic.

You told yourself you were fine.

You weren’t doing nothing, not really. You were being obedient. Trusting someone.

Chishiya.

You trusted him.

Even when it made you feel like a child being tucked away during the grown-up talk. You trusted him. Because Chishiya was always right. Always three steps ahead. Always watching. Always protecting you in his strange, heartless way that was somehow more comforting than anything anyone else had ever offered.

And… you were scared. Not just of what was happening out there. But of what would happen if you stepped outside that door and saw it. The real truth. The possibility that someone you cared about might be lying in a puddle of blood somewhere, alone. Still.

No.

You weren’t ready for that.

So you stayed.

You traced circles on your knee with your finger. Listened to the distant, muffled sounds. Something was happening. You didn’t know what.

You’d rather die than admit how much that made your pulse race.

Not from fear.

From adrenaline.

You were hiding. And it was awful. You hated how alive it made you feel.

The door creaked open. Niragi. You were already up, eyes scanning him with worry. He looked fine. Physically, at least.

You reached for his arm, checking it instinctively. “Are you okay?” you asked, voice soft.

“Better now.” he said. Fucking asshole. “Your little genius told us Arisu was poking around. I handled it.”

Handled it.

You stepped back a little, blinking. “Handled it?”

“Beat the guy half to death.” he said. Like it was nothing. Like he was telling you what he ate for lunch.

Your hands were still mid-air, caught between wanting to hold him and wanting to push him the FUCK away.

You couldn’t tell him you already knew. That Chishiya told you what was going to happen. That you were technically part of this, even if they never gave you the full map. Niragi didn’t like being left out. But what he liked even less… was knowing you were in on something he wasn’t.

So you said nothing. Just stood there in silence.

He stepped in closer, fingers brushing your waist, grazing the skin just above your waistband. It wasn’t about comfort. Never had been. He wanted to touch something no one else did. Wanted to crawl under your skin and root there.

“You’re quiet.” he said, tilting his head. “That mean you’re proud of me or mad at me?”

“I… I’m just glad you’re okay.”

God, you meant it.

Then his eyes wandered your room. Henry in the tank, Charlie basking under its UV light, the cat keychain on your little table. He nodded at it. “You still have that?”

You nodded. “Of course I did.”

He didn’t tell you what he really felt—he never would. He didn’t tell you how after leaving Arisu in that little room, all he could think about was how good you’d smell if he came back to you bloody. How much he wanted to bury himself in your lap and let your voice be the last thing he ever heard.

You had your hand on his chest, right over his heart. He was warm. A little too warm.

“Sure you’re okay?” you asked, quiet. Your eyes searched his face, his arms.

“Course I’m okay.” he said, with that half-smirk that never quite reached his eyes. “Guy’s the one who looks like roadkill.”

The more time you spent around him, the more you learned what kind of person he really was. And the more it hurt to realize… you still cared.

He noticed the flicker in your face. “Don’t look at me like that.” he said “He’s lucky we didn’t shoot him.”

“What did he say?” you asked instead. “Did he say anything?”

“Does it matter?” he said.

You swallowed. It was a gross answer. But this was Niragi. And somehow, there was this part of you that felt sorry for him. Not pity. Something else. Something uglier.

He reached out and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, his touch uncharacteristically delicate. It felt like he wanted something—not sex, not comfort—no, something worse. Validation. Approval.

“You’re shaking.” he murmured. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of me again.”

“I’m not scared of you.” you said. “I’m scared of what you think you have to do.”

His hand dropped. “Don’t do that.” he said. “Don’t pull that therapist bullshit.”

He liked that. You were worried about him. Maybe not in the way a normal person worried, but it was care. It counted.

Then the door creaked open without a knock. Again.

“Let’s go.” Chishiya said simply, leaning against the frame. His gaze flicked between you and Niragi without much effort “You should say goodbye.”

You glanced between them.

“I guess I’ll see you later.” you murmured to Niragi. He tilted his chin up, expecting—maybe hoping—for something, maybe a kiss. But you only touched his arm again, fingers curling softly, and whispered, “Don’t start trouble.”

You gave him one last look—affectionate, maybe even conflicted—and turned to follow Chishiya.

As the door clicked shut behind you, you didn’t see Niragi’s face twist for a second into something unnameable. Something disgusting.

You walked beside Chishiya through the corridor, arms folded gently over your chest, a little messy from how fast he’d pulled you out.

“What happened?” you asked, softly. “Tell me everything. Please.”

Chishiya didn’t look at you—FUCKER. “Not much to say.”

“That’s not true.”

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye. “It’s not important.”

Your brows drew together. “Is Arisu okay?”

A pause. Chishiya’s silence wasn’t blank, it neve was. It had a specific kind of avoidance. You picked up on it easily.

You let a beat pass before trying again. “You’re always leaving me out of things.”

“It’s safer that way.”

“But I’m already involved.” You turned slightly toward him, still walking but facing him more. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.”

Asshole. Liar. Manipulator. Absolute hottie.

You waited for more, but that was it. He didn’t elaborate. Just like always.

You sighed and faced forward again. “It just feels like I’m always two steps behind. You all know what’s going on before I do. I’m not a child.”

“I know you’re not.” he said. “That’s why I want you out of it.”

That should have comforted you. It almost did. But it also felt like another dismissal wrapped in concern. And for all your softness, your kindness, you weren’t naive. You knew when you were being sidelined. You felt his manipulation. Still, you walked with him. Still trusted him, because you always had. Because Chishiya had this way of making you feel like even when he was holding cards behind his back, he was doing it for your sake.

“I’m serious.” you said, almost a whisper. “If something happens… I want to know. I want to be there.”

You two went outside, around the back of the building. You hugged yourself a little as you walked just behind Chishiya. Your eyes flicked to him in the dark.

“Where are we going?” you asked, voice a little quieter now, still soft, still curious.

He didn’t answer.

“Chishiya.” You tried again, a little firmer, trotting a bit to walk beside him. “What happened back there? Was there a vote? A fight? I know something happened.”

“There’s always something happening.” he replied coolly, but his voice lacked the venom Niragi’s would’ve had. “It’s not important anymore.”

“That’s not an answer.”

He stopped walking. You blinked and stopped too, standing close to him now.

“I just want to help.” you murmured.

“I know.”

You didn’t know what he was doing yet. You didn’t know that he was leading you away.

He had nothing you needed, and he knew it. You needed warmth. Honesty. A partner who didn’t lie with every breath. Who the fuck cared, really? He started walking again, and just again, you follower.

“You’re quiet.” you said, after a while.

“I’m thinking.”

“What about?”

“…Whether or not I should tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“That I’m done with this place.”

You stopped. He didn’t.

“What do you mean?” you called after him, confused. “Chishiya—”

He stopped again, turned to face you, hands tucked in the pockets of that damn hoodie like always.

“I mean,” he said slowly. “you asked what happened. Well, the short version is: everything fell apart. Hatter’s dead. Aguni’s taken over. Arisu’s alive. Maybe.”

You felt your throat tighten.

“I’m not leaving you in the middle of it.” he added.

That made you blink. “What?”

“I’m getting out.” he said. “And you’re coming with me.”

You stared at him. Your heart fluttered, cracked, surged all at once. “You… You’re not serious.”

“I am.”

“But—why? Chishiya, why now?”

He just shrugged. “You’ll see soon enough.”

You stared at him. “You’re not telling me everything.”

“No,” he said. “I’m not.”

“But you still want me to go with you?”

He nodded once.

“You’ll tell me eventually?” you whispered.

“I will.” he said. “Just not yet.”

And you, poor you, ever loyal—you believed him. You always did.

“Did you get them?” you asked quietly. The cards. And maybe… he had you too.

“Yes.”

“Kuina?” you asked.

“I don’t need her.”

You blinked. That was… sudden. Harsh, even. Your head tilted, slightly. “She helped you. She was part of—”

“She helped me get here.” he cut in, his voice calm, clear. “But I don’t need her now.”

“And Niragi?” Your heart beat faster without permission. “He’ll notice I’m gone.”

Chishiya’s expression barely shifted, but there was a flicker of something—annoyance? jealousy? victory? “Let him.”

“He’s dangerous, you know that.” you said, but it came out smaller than you meant. “He’ll… he won’t take it well.”

“He never took anything well.” Chishiya said. “That’s not your problem anymore.”

You were quiet again.

“You’re hesitating.” He said.

You were.

You were.

Even with everything, even with the plan executed perfectly, you were frozen. Because the past still had claws in your spine. It whispered in your ear in Niragi’s voice. It pulled you back to your room, to the feel of his hand on your leg, to Kuina’s soft voice.

And what Chishiya was offering—no, demanding—was not just escape.

It was erasure.

He wanted you to leave it all behind. Kuina, Niragi, the Beach. The deaths, the secrets. Everything. Wipe the slate clean. Just you and him and whatever came next.

You had Niragi. And that was the part of you Chishiya wanted to kill.

“You should say goodbye.” Chishiya had said earlier when you were with Niragi. It was because he planned on taking you away forever.

Chishiya saw it in your eyes—all of it. You didn’t say a word, but he knew. Of course he knew.

He stepped back to you. “You’re thinking about staying.”

“I’m thinking about what I’d be leaving.”

“You’d be leaving a hellscape and a sadist.” he said flatly. “You’d be leaving a girl who would’ve followed me into the fire until I outlived her usefulness. Who had a pathetic crush on you. You’d be leaving a lie.”

What?

You looked up at him. “And what would I be going to?”

For once, Chishiya didn’t have a fast answer. His mouth opened, paused. Closed again. He searched your eyes.

“…Me.” he said finally. The way he said it was almost defiant. Like he knew it wasn’t enough. Like he hated himself for it.

You exhaled, slow, and looked away.” “You’re asking a lot.”

“I know.”

You stayed there, unmoving. Chishiya didn’t press you. Not physically. He never would. But mentally? Emotionally? He knew exactly how to get what he wanted. And maybe… maybe you wanted him to win. Maybe it was easier to be stolen than to run on your own. So you didn’t move yet. But you didn’t go back either. And he was waiting. Always.

“I don’t get it.” you finally said, breaking the silence. “You don’t even—”

“I do.” he interrupted. He didn’t say what he meant. But he meant you. He always meant you.

You stepped back from him slightly, your arms folding over your chest. “You do what, Chishiya?”

“I know what you think I’m offering. But it’s more than that.”

You cocked your head, searching his face, unsure if he was lying to you or lying to himself. Because what he was asking you to do was the definition of selfish. Cut away the only people who meant something to you—Kuina, Niragi—and run with the man who always seemed to be playing three games at once.

“You said I’d be leaving a lie.” you murmured. “But what if I’m walking into another one?”

His lips twitched. That almost-smile you wanted to kiss so badly. God, you hated how much you liked that face.

“I never promised you the truth.” he said.

And there it was. The real Chishiya.

Then you heard footsteps.

Both of you turned, and Kuina appeared from the building, breathing hard, eyes flicking between you and Chishiya.

“You’re leaving?” she asked, stunned. Hurt, maybe. Or just confused.

“I—” you started, but couldn’t finish. Because fuck. Fuck.

You hadn’t chosen yet.

You took a small step toward her. Then another back toward Chishiya. The emotional whiplash split you right down the middle.

And Chishiya saw it. Of course he saw it. It was written across your face.

His jaw tensed, ever so slightly, and then he turned without a word and started walking toward the exit. Toward the gate. (AN: Idk what is it called, there’s no door and you can walk under it??)

You blinked, startled. “Chishiya—?”

He didn’t respond. Just kept walking, purposeful, until he stopped. And without even a breath of warning, he reached, took off the bracelet, and tossed it straight through the entry.

Laser.

You gasped.

Chishiya didn’t even flinch. He just stared at the smoking bracelet.

He wasn’t surprised, not really. But it confirmed everything. Confirmed that his escape plan had just exploded.

You covered your mouth with your hand. “Oh my god.”

Chishiya turned, his expression the usual, and looked right at you.

He hadn’t planned to stay.

He was going to leave with you. Just you. Maybe he hadn’t even thought it all through—maybe he was too in love, too selfish, too numb. But he was going to risk it.

Silence. Long, heavy.

Kuina stepped forward, trying to make sense of it all. “So what now? We’re trapped?”

“We were always trapped.” Chishiya replied coolly. “Now we just have to play.”

You looked between the two of them, your stomach sinking.

You were here.

With Chishiya. With Kuina. With Niragi.

In the game.

And something inside you twisted—dread, guilt, adrenaline—because for a moment, just one, you had actually considered walking away. From everyone. From her. From Niragi.

And now?

Now you couldn’t.

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[chupenguin]

“Don't Torture Yourself Gomez, That's My Job”

But it's Chishiya and Niragi Citizens AU

King and Queen of diamonds, NIrashiya...

[hitorimaron]

Inspired by You asked me for my lighter, I gave you my fire by @chupenguin

[loserkaya]

yk ur better than this

[miraofhearts2point0]

they match each other's freak

[flaredcfan]

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

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

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

[luvlyfandoms]

As we're doing aib hcs

How about Niragi, Chishiya, Banda and Arisu being jealous ? 👀

Niragi

• he knows that no one compares to him

• he knows that no one can fuck you like he can

• he’ll grab you by the arm and take you to his room and pin you to the bed by your throat

• he whispers in your ear and flicks his tongue ring on your neck

• pushes your knees to your chest as he thrusts into you, fully exposing yourself to him

• will probably hold a gun to your head

• “aww, you poor little thing. scared?”

• “you know you love this shit, dirty whore. take me”

Chishiya

• always calm, cool, and collected

• but when he gets jealous, you’ll know

• he’ll pin you to the wall and bury his fingers inside of you while he keeps eye contact

• “you like getting on my nerves, don’t you?”

• pushes you to the ground and makes you look up at him while you take his cock in your mouth

• tosses his head back and sighs with his signature smirk on his face

Banda

• fucking scary when he’s mad/jealous

• he usually stays pretty quiet, which is why he’s so scary

• ties your hands behind your back and pushes your face into the ground without saying a word

• meanwhile you’re begging for mercy

• holds a knife to your throat and makes you beg for your life

• fucks you from behind with painfully slow thrusts while keeping his eyes on you and slowly dragging the flat side of the knife down your back

Arisu

• usually keeps his emotions bottled up so when he gets jealous, he doesn’t know what to do with himself

• might accidentally go too hard

• makes you ride him while he thrusts up into you, making you cry out as he hits your cervix

• reaches up and grabs your chin to make you look at him, the other hand going to squeeze your boob harshly

• “keep your eyes on me, got it?”

[j-jinxee]

𐙚 :: Thinking about Niragi again,,

!! NSFW below the cut !!

₊˚♱ Thinking about the way he'd fuck my face till my throats so bruised I can barely talk. The way he'd pull my hair while shoving my head down until my nose met his pelvis. The way he'd stop just for a second before shooting his seed down my throat, moaning as I swallow every last drop of the hot white fluid.

₊˚♱ Thinking about how he'd swear he just wants to 'help you' in the shower, but it quickly turns into being pinned against the wall as he nails you from behind. Hot steam surrounding you as his fingers find your clit, rubbing the little bud soooo fucking smoothly, contrasting the hard, rough sensations caused by his cock.

₊˚♱ Thinking about how he'd have a thousand different ways to punish you. Ranging from overstimulating you till you cry — to not allowing you to touch him. Some nights, you'd see the sun come up before he was done with you. Other nights, he'd make you get yourself off while he watches, then laugh when you weren't able to. 'Awh baby really needs me? Can't get off without my cock anymore huh? Well, too fucking bad'

₊˚♱ The way he'd give you your own hand gun to protect yourself, even though there's no chance of anyone ever fucking with you. Everyone knows who you're with, as if they'd try anything, but he insists you need it.

₊˚♱ The way he'd come to you after shooting someone. Angry reasoning turns into him crying in your arms from his ptsd, expressing how people just make him so angry until he snaps, even if he doesn't mean to. He doesn't want to face the consequences of things he can't control, so he cries with you, the only person who doesn't make him feel less than.

₊˚♱ Thinking about how unintentionally possessive he gets after those moments. How after you comfort him, he will not let you go. To him its just any other night, but you've picked up on his habits over time. His heart is scared to lose you, so after being vulnerable he'll hold you all night. Not wanting to let you go in fear you'll leave.

₊˚♱ Thinking about how soft he could be with you :( yes he is a sadistic maniac who could kill you at any moment, but he doesn't, and he never would. You're his only place he can be vulnerable, he'd never let anyone else see that.

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Dk how I switched from hella sexual to lowk sad but I jus have so many thoughts abt this man so makes sense 🤧🤧 ALSO the way I wrote the first one in first person but then the rest in second lmfao ignore it. Anyways this was like an organised jjinx thoughts ig? Not rlly headcanons but ykyk, hope u like xx

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ body electric ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ and what you saw left you speechless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ ”it’s been a while, honey.”

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ what happened to him?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ “niragi, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dreamwavesexploringreality]

Unfinished business (pt 1):

Chishiya x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The phone chimed, announcing the game’s rules.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© 2024 [@dreamwavesexploringreality]

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Hi hi! 🥰

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

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

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

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

[scaratrina]

no bc like no one and i mean NO ONE can convince me that niragi suguru had a healthy upbringing like be fr you think that man got tucked in at night?? u think someone kissed his forehead and said "sweet dreams my perfect son"? absolutely not. that boy grew up in a psychological haunted house. u open his childhood memories and it’s just JESUS FUCKING CHRIST IS THIS WHERE YOUR INNER SELF LIVES. if u hc him as well-adjusted pre-borderlands that’s so slay of u ig but to ME?? he was forged in the pits of emotional neglect and spite, primordial generational trauma goodbye

[ankababy]

this might be a bit much, but hear me out.

the name suguru (傑) typically means "outstanding," "excellent," or "to excel." which can have a relation with niragi because during his high school days, it is implied that he did very well in his classes. niragi isn't a common surname in japan, but from my research, "nira" means scowl/glare. so the name is a combination of "nira" and "usagi." usagi literally means rabbit in japanese. this can also be with niragi's connection with usagi. but the name "niragi" can also be interpreted as meaning "free from anger" or "peacefully composed," which is ironic because these are traits that do not fit with niragi's character. but what if these could be traits niragi could have, if he was never bullied to the point where he thought if he change himself people would not see him as weak?

niragi (from what i think) is a combination of the march hare, the jub jub bird, and the dormouse.

the march hare is crazy and has the symbolism of madness and unpredictable behavior. the jub jub bird primarily associated with fear, passion, and danger. also in the movie, the jub jub bird's feathers are black and white (niragi's shirt is black and white). the only reason i think niragi is related to the dormouse is because the dormouse is afraid of cats (who represents a cat in aib???) and we all know about niragi's hatred for chishiya. niragi isn't necessarily afraid of chishiya.

shuntaro (俊太郎) typically means "talented first son" or "quick-witted first son". the first part of the name, "shun" (俊), means "talented" or "quick-witted", while the second part, "tarō" (太郎), is a common suffix for masculine names meaning "first son" or "eldest son". chishiya is a only child, but he is very talented and very smart. we know that he never really got love and affection from his parents and that caused him to have a lack of empathy.

the name chishiya (千夜) doesn't have a single, fixed meaning. it can be interpreted in a few different ways, depending on the specific kanji used. in the context of aib, the name "chishiya" is a reference to the cheshire aat, a character from alice's adventures in wonderland. "千" (chiri) means "thousand" or "many". "夜" (yoru) means "night".  therefore, chishiya could be translated as "a thousand nights" or "many nights". this can be seen as a reference to the cheshire cat's enigmatic and mysterious nature, as well as his ability to seemingly disappear and reappear at will.

it is very known that chishiya is the cheshire cat. (man this is a holy yap fest, but i hope it makes sense)

Girl tell this to wiki fandom not me😭 jk, this is AMAZING. Like, wow. Respect tbh.

[chupenguin]

Early mornings

[organic-bloodbath]

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

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

Niragi x Reader

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

Warnings: NSFW 18+ smut -> minors get out

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

Part 2

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One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♤♧

Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♤♧

Three

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You intrigue me," he admitted.

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

Niragi let out a laugh. "Partly."

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

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

"Yeah? How exactly are we alike?"

"First of all – you're hot, i'm hot."

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

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

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

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

"And a third thing?" you asked.

"We're both outcast."

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

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

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

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

"Shut up," you spat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You could start by going away."

♤♧

Four

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing?" you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

♤♧

Five

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

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

"Let go of me!" you screamed.

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

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

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

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

"But, but she might be the witch!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

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

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

"On the cheek," you insisted.

"Better than nothing."

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

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

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

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

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

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

♤♧

Six

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly, a familiar female voice spoke again.

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

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

"What the-"

"Fuck," you breathed out.

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

Niragi looked at you, grinning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your words managed to only amuse Niragi even more.

♤♧

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