#niragi suguru

[ankababy]

A Home (part 4)

Part 1 Part 3

Chishiya x reader x Niragi

Let’s go out!

(TW: dead people, English is not my first language. Also, thank you SOOOOO much for all the support and nice words!! Can’t even describe what I feel💕)

Even in your half-asleep state, still blinking away the last remnants of sleep, you could feel the tension in the air the second you stepped into the living room.

Something about the way Chishiya was sitting, legs crossed on the couch, looking entirely unbothered—but his gaze was locked on something.

Or rather, someone.

Niragi.

Who was standing in the corner of the kitchen, body language practically radiating hostility.

Like a caged animal.

Like they had just been on the brink of tearing each other apart, but the second you entered the room, they both stopped.

Oh.

Had you interrupted something?

Probably.

It wasn’t uncommon.

You just sighed softly, adjusting the sleeves of the oversized sweater hanging off your frame, ignoring the way your side still ached.

“Good morning.”

Neither of them responded. You didn’t expect them to. It didn’t stop you from speaking, though. “What do you want for breakfast?”

Again—silence.

Not surprising.

Chishiya didn’t talk much, and Niragi?

Well.

“Don’t give a fuck.”

Ah. There it was. His voice was mean, a muttered growl from his sad little spot in the corner. He almost looked like he was sent in there for timeout by Chishiya himself. Pfft.

You just tilted your head slightly, taking him in.

He looked… frustrated. Which wasn’t exactly new. Niragi was always angry. Always had been. But today?

He looked ready to rip someone’s throat out.

And you had a feeling you knew who.

You sighed, ignoring it.

They could kill each other later.

You pulled out a pan, setting it on the stove, already used to the silence that followed your words. They never answered right away, and when they did, it was rarely anything pleasant. But that didn’t stop you from speaking.

“I’m going out today.” you said casually, cracking an egg against the rim of the pan. “Need to restock.”

“I’ll go with you.”

Niragi. Of course. His voice came fast, sharp, like it was obvious. Like there wasn’t even a question.

“So will I.”

You almost laughed. Chishiya barely even looked up when he said it, but the words alone were enough to make Niragi’s head snap toward him.

“Oh, fuck off.” Niragi’s voice was already on edge. “I said it first.”

“And?” Chishiya finally met his gaze, and you could already tell he was just saying this to piss him off. “Didn’t realize this was a game of calling dibs.”

“You just wanna come because I’m coming.”

Chishiya scoffed. “Yes, Niragi. That’s exactly it. I wake up every morning thinking about how I can spend more time with you.”

You just sighed, flipping the egg. They were impossible.

It was kind of funny.

For two grown men who had seen death, murder, absolute horror, they sure acted like children.

You sighed through your nose, turning back to the stove as the heat from the pan warmed your skin. This was normal. This was just how they were. Impossible, insufferable, and absolutely ridiculous.

“Alright, so I need more rice—god, if I find any, that’d be a miracle—” You plated the egg, reaching for another. “Vegetables, if any of those survived out there. Some kind of protein, meat, I don’t even care what it is anymore, we’re all desperate at this point.”

Niragi let out a sharp breath, clearly not listening, already too busy glaring at Chishiya across the room. Chishiya, for his part, was pretending he wasn’t being watched, deliberately ignoring him.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” Niragi snapped suddenly, shifting against the counter.

“Nothing.” Chishiya said smoothly, still refusing to make eye contact. “Hard to look at something when there’s nothing worth seeing.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

You kept talking, trying to drown them out.“Cooking oil, salt, sugar—though I doubt I’ll find that anywhere. Maybe if I break into a supermarket storage again—”

Niragi took a step forward. “You think you’re so fucking funny, don’t you?”

Chishiya just shrugged. “No. I think I’m right.”

Niragi scoffed, rolling his shoulders, his body already tense. “Yeah? Maybe I’ll just start fucking shooting.”

“That would imply you have good aim.” Chishiya said flatly.

You sighed. Loudly.

“And water.” you continued, unbothered, not even looking at them. “Maybe more bandages, if we’re lucky. There was a stash in that old pharmacy last time I went, so I’ll check again—”

“Are you actually trying to get your ass killed?” Niragi scoffed, finally acknowledging you. “You talk like the streets aren’t fucking empty.”

You smiled sweetly, flipping the next egg onto a plate. “Well, I have you, don’t I?”

That shut him up.

For a second, at least.

And when you glanced at Chishiya, and he was watching.

You turned back to the counter, gathering the plates with care, placing a spoon and a fork on each one before heading toward them. They were still in their own little world of hostility, Niragi leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, while Chishiya sat slouched on the couch, twirling a strand of his hair around his finger as if completely unbothered.

You, of course, ignored all of it. Instead, you smiled as you approached Niragi first, because he was closest. You placed his plate down in front of him gently, sliding it toward him.

“Eat.” you said, tone soft, soothing, the kind of voice that could tame even the most feral creatures. “You need to keep your energy up.”

Niragi scoffed, but his hands twitched toward the plate anyway.

“And you know what?” you continued, smiling at him as if he wasn’t an absolute menace to society. “I think you’re actually getting better. You’re moving easier.”

He clicked his tongue, looking to the side, irritated. “Like I need you to tell me that.”

You ignored the bite in his voice, letting your fingers barely brush against his forearm as you pulled back.

“Don’t—” His voice came out low, teeth bared like a warning. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

You knew better than to take it personally. You knew. But still, there was something sad about it, something you recognized even if he didn’t.

You just smiled, backing off with your hands raised in surrender. “Got it.”

You turned toward Chishiya next, already holding his plate out for him. He didn’t move at first, just stared at you, his eyes tracking every single one of your movements like he was studying you.

You placed the plate in his lap gently, and this time, when you spoke, it was softer. “I made sure to give you more.”

Chishiya raised a brow, glancing down at the plate before flicking his gaze back up to you. “Why?”

“Because you deserve it.” you said simply, with zero hesitation.

His fingers tapped against the ceramic, and for a second, his gaze almost faltered, something barely noticeable shifting behind his eyes. But just as quickly, it was gone.

You reached out before you could think about it, the tips of your fingers barely grazing against his sleeve. It wasn’t like when you touched Niragi—it was just gentle.

“You should eat too.” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “I know you played a hard game last night.”

Chishiya didn’t react right away, just tilted his head slightly, like a cat watching something interesting.

“You didn’t know that.” he finally said, amused.

You gave him a look. “I had a pretty good guess.”

He hummed, clearly entertained by your logic. But in the end, he picked up his fork.

And you knew that was his way of saying he’d listen.

You sighed softly, pulling back, taking a step away from both of them as if giving them space.

“You both should eat before it gets cold.” you murmured.

Chishiya, of course, had no reaction. But Niragi let out a short, frustrated breath, picking up his fork just to prove a point.

“Yeah, yeah.” Niragi muttered, stabbing into his food. “Keep acting like our fucking mom.”

You turned back to the kitchen, moving toward the sink to start cleaning up the mess you had made. You didn’t see the way Niragi’s jaw clenched when he tasted the food because of how fucking good it was. Or how Chishiya kept his eyes on your every single movement.

~

The streets were empty. Silent.

Nature had started taking back what had once belonged to it—vines creeping up buildings, splitting through cracked concrete, swallowing whole storefronts that used to be bustling with people. It should have been beautiful, in a way. Maybe it was. But all you could think about was the stillness of it all.

You walked in the middle. Chishiya on one side, Niragi on the other—only because it put as much space between them as possible. They refused to walk any closer to each other.

“Maybe I can find some paint somewhere.” you talked, stepping over a patch of broken glass, careful not to cut yourself. “The walls in the apartment are so boring. I want to paint them pink.”

You felt Niragi glance at you, skeptical. “Pink?”

“Yes.” you nodded, smiling. “A soft pink. Something warm, you know? We could make the place actually feel like a home.”

Chishiya made a noise. Not quite a laugh, but close. “That’s cute.”

“You’re cute.” you shot back without thinking.

Niragi snorted. Chishiya just gave you a side glance, as if assessing if you were being sarcastic.

You weren’t.

You kept talking, ignoring their reactions.

“And maybe I’ll find some fairy lights, too.” you continued, stepping around a rusted-out car, the windshield long shattered. “Or something like that. Make it cozy. Oh! And pillows, lots of them, because the couch is so uncomfortable—”

You stopped.

Because Niragi had stopped.

He was standing in front of a body.

A long-dead one.

You didn’t look. You turned your head immediately, staring at the sky, at the vines, at literally anything else.

“Ugh, finally.” Niragi sighed, and there was something in his voice that made your stomach drop.

You swallowed, heart hammering. “Niragi—”

“Shut up.” he muttered, grinning. You didn’t have to see him to hear it.

When you turned back, you saw it.

The gun.

It was filthy, rust creeping along the edges, but Niragi was holding it like it was the most precious thing in the world.

Like it was his fucking soulmate.

“Finally.” he muttered, fingers moving over the weapon, checking it with expert hands. “You have no idea how much I fucking missed this.”

Your stomach twisted. “You don’t need that.”

He laughed. Actually laughed as he pointed the barrel up at the sky and pulled the trigger.

Click.

No bullets.

He grinned, shaking his head. “Well, that’s disappointing.”

Chishiya, standing beside you with his hands in his pockets, let out a slow breath. “You’re a child.”

Niragi shot him a look. “Shut the fuck up.”

You placed a hand on your chest, steadying yourself, breathing in deeply.

“Can we just—” you hesitated, shaking your head. “Can we just go?”

Niragi was too busy inspecting his new prize. “In a minute.”

You looked away again, suddenly so fucking tired.

Niragi wasn’t going to let go of the gun. That much was obvious. You had to live with it.

And so, with your hands gripping your sleeves, you kept walking. And they followed.

And you tried to ignore the gun. You really did.

But it was hard when Niragi was practically wagging his tail about it, glancing at every corpse, every ruined building, every broken-down car in search of bullets.

It was almost… comical.

Like a dog sniffing around for scraps.

You watched him for a while, walking ahead of you, muttering to himself as he kicked at debris. Then, finally, you couldn’t help yourself.

“You know, Niragi…” you started sweetly, clasping your hands together.

He didn’t look at you. “What?”

“You’re kind of like a puppy right now.”

That got him. He stopped, turned, narrowed his eyes. “The fuck did you just say?”

Chishiya huffed.

“A puppy.” you repeated innocently, clasping your hands behind your back, tilting your head slightly. “You know, all excited, sniffing around, looking for something to chew on…”

You almost heard Chishiya smirk.

Niragi’s lips curled. “Oh, you wanna talk about chewing, sweetheart?”

Your grin stayed, unbothered. “That’s what you took from that?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You really don’t know what you’re saying, do you?”

“Of course I do.” you said, clasping your hands in front of you now, rocking on your heels. “But I also know you only ever engage in my conversations when you get the chance to say something disgusting, so I’m not surprised.”

Chishiya let out a sharp breath through his nose, and when you glanced at him, he wasn’t looking at Niragi—he was looking at you.

“Am I wrong?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Not at all.” he answered, monotone.

Niragi clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes. “God, you two are fucking annoying.”

You smiled brightly. “I know!”

Niragi grumbled, going back to searching through some poor guy’s pockets, ignoring you.

You turned back to Chishiya, who was still walking beside you, hands in his pockets. “See? He never answers me unless he can turn it into something filthy.”

Chishiya blinked. “Because he’s a dog.”

“Exactly!” you laughed.

“And you’re still feeding him.”

That made you stop for half a second.

Before you could think too much about that, Niragi called out, voice laced with triumph.

“Fucking finally.”

Your stomach dropped.

Chishiya sighed.

You turned your head slowly.

Niragi grinned, holding up a bullet.

“One down.” he said, twirling it between his fingers. “Now we’re talking.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

You were just walking, minding your own business, talking to yourself because neither of them cared enough to properly respond, when—

CRUNCH.

Glass shattered under Chishiya’s foot as he suddenly turned ninety degrees and walked straight into a building.

Through a broken window.

Just—gone.

What the fuck?

You blinked at the now-empty space beside you.

Your mouth opened.

Then closed.

Then opened again.

“—Chishiya—?”

“Don’t follow me.”

And then… silence. Like he never even existed.

Oh. Okay. Sure.

You sighed, crossing your arms. Why were you even surprised? Chishiya was… Chishiya. He was always in his own little world, floating somewhere above everyone else’s heads, thinking things you’d never fully understand. He did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, with no explanation.

So, yeah. Sure. Go ahead. Disappear through a broken window.

You weren’t worried. He’d be fine.

…probably.

“Hey.”

You turned your head.

Niragi was staring at you. He tilted his chin towards the ground. “Check that guy’s pockets for me.”

“What?”

He nodded toward the corpse.

The one right next to your feet.

The one you just now noticed.

You yelped.

Spinning away, you squeezed your eyes shut, hugging yourself. “Absolutely the fuck not.”

Niragi snorted. “Jesus. You’re still like that?”

“Yes!” you huffed. “What do you mean, ‘still like that’? I’m normal!”

He scoffed, walking over and crouching down beside the body. “Whatever.”

You refused to look.

He rummaged through the pockets, humming to himself. You hugged yourself tighter. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” he said.

You sighed sharply. “Why are you like this?”

He didn’t answer right away. Probably too focused on looting a dead guy.

“So… what happened?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

“When you came back all bloody.”

Oh. That.

You glanced down at yourself, like you’d find some leftover evidence of it on your clothes.

“Forgot to tell me, didn’t you?” he said, glancing up.

You pursed your lips, a little guilty.

Yeah. You forgot.

“Not much to say.” you shrugged. “A hearts game. Only one could make it out. Got attacked. Killed a guy.”

Niragi raised a brow. “That’s it?”

You hesitated.

Well…

No.

That wasn’t it.

There was more.

You bit your lip.

He watched you, smirk fading slightly. “Spit it out.”

You sighed. “I ran into these… guys.”

His brows furrowed.

“They were gonna—” You paused. “Well. You know.” You cleared your throat. “But I got away. Killed one, the rest ran. I handled it.”

He finally looked at you.

“Next time,” he said, standing up. “I’ll come with you.”

You watched him.

Felt something soft settle in your ribs.

For some reason, you couldn’t say anything to that at the moment, so you asked: “You find anything good?”

His lips curled into a smirk. “Maybe.”

Your heart was warm, suddenly.

“Let’s go.” Niragi said, brushing past you, hands in his pockets, that bullet still rolling between his fingers.

You hesitated, glancing back toward the dark building Chishiya had disappeared into. “I want to wait for him.”

Niragi let out a short laugh. “He could be anywhere by now.”

You didn’t like that. It wasn’t true—was it? Chishiya wouldn’t just wander off without coming back, would he? Well… actually, maybe he would. He was impossible to predict, slipping in and out of things as easily as breathing. But still, you had this feeling—this certainty—that he would return.

“Just a little longer.” you said, crossing your arms, eyes fixed on the broken window.

Niragi groaned, rolling his head back like he was suffering. “Fucking hell. Fine. Whatever.”

But you didn’t have to wait long. Just as Niragi was about to start bitching again, there he was.

Like nothing happened. Like he hadn’t just disappeared for twenty minutes without a word.

Chishiya stepped right back through the same broken window, landing smoothly on the pavement with a soft crunch.

Your lips parted slightly in surprise, but before you could say anything, he just started walking.

No explanation. No acknowledgment.

You had no choice but to fall into step beside him, looking up at his face. He wasn’t injured, wasn’t out of breath, wasn’t carrying anything new. What the hell had he even been doing in there?

You opened your mouth to ask, but then—

“Finally.” Niragi scoffed, kicking a stray rock down the road. “Can we go now, princess?”

Your gaze flicked between them before you sighed, shaking your head. “Yeah, yeah.”

And so, you continued.

The empty streets stretched ahead of you, littered with the crumbled remains of a world long gone. Faded signs, shattered windows, vines creeping up the sides of buildings that once buzzed with life. The silence was thick, only broken by the soft scuffs of your footsteps and the occasional distant creak of something settling.

Chishiya walked with his usual, lazy pace, hands tucked away, as if this was just another walk. Niragi, on the other hand, was distracted, constantly looking around, eyes flicking over the rubble, the corpses, the long-abandoned cars with shattered windows.

He was still searching.

Not for food. Not for supplies.

For bullets.

You watched him, a smile creeping onto your lips. “This is kind of like walking a dog.”

His head snapped toward you so fast you thought he might get whiplash. “Huh?”

You grinned, gesturing to him. “You’re all excited about your new toy, searching the ground for more treats. I should get you a leash.”

Chishiya made a soft sound—almost a chuckle—but said nothing.

Niragi’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Watch your mouth.”

You beamed. “Oh? Did I hit a nerve?”

His lips curled into a sharp, toothy grin. “Say that again and see what happens.”

“Dogs bite when they get annoyed.” You mumbled.

He licked his teeth, tilting his head, gaze dropping down your body in a way that made your skin feel weird. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

A sharp exhale came from Chishiya. Not a laugh. More like an exhausted why am I here kind of noise.

You shot him a quick glance before rolling your eyes. “You’re gross.”

Niragi only gave you a smug little smirk before suddenly darting forward, kicking over a pile of rubble, eyes scanning for anything useful.

You turned to Chishiya instead. “Where’d you even go back there?”

His eyes flicked to you, lingering for a moment, then drifted forward again. “Needed to check something.”

You waited for more.

Nothing.

“…And?”

He didn’t even blink. “Checked it.”

Right. Of course.

You huffed softly, shaking your head.

You spotted a store, you changed direction without a word, heading straight for it. A drugstore—or, well, what was left of one. The glass doors had been shattered, vines creeping along the edges of the building, but you could still make out the shelves inside, stocked with all the little things that made life a bit more comfortable. Soap, deodorant, skincare, perfume.

You didn’t need to say anything. You just went in.

“The fuck?!” Niragi groaned, stopping dead in his tracks. “No way in hell am I going in there.”

You turned back, raising an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“Because it’s all that girly bullshit.” He made a face. “Not my problem if you wanna smell like a fuckin’ flower.”

You sighed dramatically, placing a hand on your hip. “Fine, go find a stick to play with or something.”

“And don’t bring it back, boy.” Chishiya mumbled.

Your lips twitched.

Niragi’s eyes narrowed into a glare so sharp it could cut glass. “You two think you’re real fucking funny, huh?”

“Yes.” you said simply.

“Very.” Chishiya added, completely deadpan.

Niragi clicked his tongue and turned away with an annoyed scoff. “Whatever. Have fun sniffing shit.”

And with that, he disappeared back onto the street, hands stuffed in his pockets.

You grinned. Then, with a small shake of your head, you turned back toward the store, stepping carefully over the shattered glass at the entrance.

Chishiya followed.

The inside was dim, dust clinging to the air, but surprisingly intact. The shelves were lined with hygiene products, medicine bottles, and the occasional box of food long expired. You trailed your fingers along the edge of one of the aisles, scanning the labels, your eyes softening.

It was weird. You never really thought about how much you missed this stuff until it was gone. The simple comfort of picking out a nice soap, a scented lotion, a clean razor. It wasn’t even about luxury—it was about feeling human.

You glanced over your shoulder at Chishiya. “Might as well grab some stuff for you guys.”

He gave a slow blink. “There are barely people left alive.”

“And?” You plucked a small, familiar bottle off the shelf. “No excuse to stink.”

He didn’t argue. Not that he ever really argued—just made comments, short and to the point. If he thought this was a waste of time, he wasn’t bothered enough to stop you.

You kept moving, scanning the shelves, picking things up, setting them aside. Deodorant. Soap. A bottle of antiseptic, because you knew them, and knew someone would end up bloody before the week was over.

Then, on impulse, you grabbed a small container of body oil, twisting off the cap. You took a sniff—sweet, warm vanilla. Then, without thinking, you held it out to Chishiya. “Smell this.”

He stared at you for a second.

Then, after a long pause, he took the bottle and gave it a brief sniff.

“Too strong.” he said simply, handing it back.

You hummed. “Niragi might like it, though.”

“Obviously.”

You smiled a little, moving further down the aisle, grabbing another bottle of soap and holding it out to him again.

This time, he didn’t hesitate as long. Just gave it a quick sniff, then handed it back. “Better.”

That was basically approval.

You tucked it into the growing pile of things you’d set aside, moving, gathering more essentials, all for them. You didn’t even make him carry the bag, despite how much heavier it was getting.

You didn’t ask for help. You didn’t expect it.

Because that wasn’t the point.

You weren’t doing this because you had to. You weren’t doing it because you owed them anything.

You just cared.

You cared a lot.

You scanned the shelves, fingers trailing along the dusty labels until your gaze landed on a small row of razors.

You glanced at Chishiya, tilting your head slightly. “Do you guys need these for your little faces?”

He gave you a flat look.

You pursed your lips. “I don’t know how it works. Do you shave every day? Once a week? Do you even have to?”

You grabbed a few razors before he could even answer, tossing them into the bag with everything else. “Just in case.” you murmured to yourself, adjusting the weight on your arm before continuing down the aisle.

Chishiya followed, hands still stuffed lazily in his pockets.

It was quiet for a moment, just the sound of your footsteps against tile, until you broke the silence again.

“You know,” you started. “I used to love doing this. Just walking through stores, picking up random things, even if I didn’t need them.”

He gave you a sidelong glance. “Why?”

You shrugged. “Dunno. It was relaxing, I guess.” You reached for a bottle of lotion, twisting it open, sniffing it absently before tucking it back onto the shelf. “Something about being able to choose. I think we take that for granted—getting to pick things, little things, just because we want to.”

“You could’ve chosen not to come here.” he pointed out.

You smiled faintly. “True. But I like taking care of things. People.”

“You do.” he said simply.

It wasn’t a compliment. It wasn’t admiration. It was just fact.

You didn’t expect him to understand it. People like him—like Niragi—weren’t the type to look at kindness and just accept it.

No, they had to question it. They had to pick it apart, turn it over, examine it from every angle, waiting for the moment it stopped making sense.

Because in their world, kindness wasn’t real.

Not without an ulterior motive. Not without some hidden cost.

“You don’t trust it.” you murmured absently, grabbing another bottle of soap and tucking it into the bag. “Me, I mean.”

His silence was answer enough.

“You trust that I’m harmless,” you continued“but not the way I think. The way I act. You think people like me are either stupid or hiding something.”

He didn’t confirm it. He didn’t deny it, either.

You exhaled softly, shaking your head. “You ever think maybe I’m just… what I seem?”

“I think,” he said, voice slow. “that people are what they have to be.”

You paused, glancing at him. “Meaning?”

He looked back at you, expression unreadable. “People adapt.”

“Like you.”

“Like everyone.”

You let that settle between you for a moment, shifting the weight of the bag on your shoulder.

“You think Niragi adapted?” you asked.

He let out a short, quiet breath that could barely pass as a laugh. “Niragi is a cornered animal. He does whatever keeps him from feeling weak.”

You hummed, nodding thoughtfully.

It made sense.

Niragi didn’t just adapt—he overcorrected. He wasn’t just surviving, he was lashing out, sinking his teeth into anything that made him feel like prey.

“Doesn’t explain you, though.” you murmured.

Chishiya tilted his head slightly, eyes half-lidded, lazy. “Doesn’t it?”

You thought about it for a second. Then, finally, you shook your head. “No. You’re not trying to protect yourself.”

Something flickered in his gaze, just for a second. Not surprise, not annoyance—just mild intrigue.

“You already know you’ll survive.” you said softly. “You don’t need to fight for that. You don’t need to chase control like Niragi does. You already have it.”

He didn’t answer, but he didn’t look away, either.

You smiled a little. “So why are you still here?”

He held your gaze for a moment longer before finally glancing away, giving nothing away. “Maybe I just enjoy watching the circus.” he murmured.

“I think you enjoy being in it just as much.”

He didn’t answer. But he didn’t deny it, either.

The two of you stepped out of the store, the air outside felt heavier, thick with the faint smell of overgrown plants. The streets were quiet, as always, abandoned buildings around you.

You adjusted the weight of the bag on your shoulder, glancing at Chishiya. He hadn’t offered to carry anything—not that you expected him to—but he had stayed with you the entire time, watching, listening, occasionally engaging when something piqued his interest.

“You ever miss it?” you asked, shifting the strap of the bag.

He didn’t look at you. “Miss what?”

“Life before all this.” You gestured vaguely at the emptiness around you. “When things were normal.”

He finally turned his head, eyes half-lidded. “Define normal.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “You know what I mean.”

“I do,” he admitted. “but your version of normal and mine were probably very different.”

You glanced at him, tilting your head. “Alright, then. What was normal for you?”

He didn’t answer right away. He walked in silence for a few paces, hands still lazily tucked into his pockets, his footsteps soft against the cracked pavement. “Normal was predictable.”

You blinked, waiting for him to elaborate.

“People,” he continued. “are predictable. The way they think, the way they react, the way they make their own choices. They follow patterns. They convince themselves they’re in control when they never were to begin with.”

You studied him for a moment, chewing on his words. “Sounds lonely.”

He gave you a slow glance. “Why?”

“Because people surprise me all the time.” you said simply. “I don’t always understand them. I don’t always know what they’ll do. But I like that. Then I figure it out anyway, everyone needs time.”

He exhaled softly, something barely passing as a chuckle under his breath. “That’s because you assume people are good.”

“No.” you corrected. “I assume people are people.”

He hummed, considering that, but didn’t argue.

Before you could say anything else, you spotted a figure a little ways down the street.

Niragi.

He wasn’t far. In fact, he was still right there, crouched over something, rummaging through debris like some sort of stray.

Your lips twitched. “Looks like he didn’t get very far.”

“Like a dog who got distracted halfway through running away.” Chishiya mumbled.

You grinned. “Maybe he found a squirrel.”

Chishiya snorted. “If he did, he’d probably shoot it just for the fun of it.”

You bit back a laugh. “Hey, maybe not. Maybe he just wanted a little chase first.”

The moment you spoke, Niragi straightened up, holding something in his hands—his gun, of course. He looked pleased with himself, cocking his head at you two. “Took you long enough.”

You tilted your head. “Oh, don’t mind us. We were just wondering if you got distracted chasing squirrels.”

His eye twitched. “The fuck?”

Chishiya let out a slow exhale. “Yeah, she’s giving you the benefit of the doubt. I personally assumed you just got lost like an idiot.”

Niragi rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out of his head. “You’re both so fucking funny, really.”

“I try.” you said sweetly.

He flicked his gaze to your bag. “Stocked up on your girly shit?”

“Mhm.” you hummed, unbothered. “Got stuff for you too.”

That made him pause. He squinted at you, like he was trying to figure out if you were lying. “Yeah?”

You smiled. “Of course.”

Chishiya sighed dramatically. “A complete waste of supplies.”

Niragi shot him a glare, but you only laughed.

“Be nice.” you scolded lightly, nudging Chishiya with your elbow.

He gave you a look, clearly unimpressed, but didn’t say anything.

Niragi looked between the two of you. Then, with a smug smirk, he slung his gun over his shoulder and started walking. “Alright, whatever. Let’s get moving.”

You followed after him, Chishiya beside you, and for all the chaos they brought into your life, for all the absolute insanity they carried with them, you really didn’t mind. You liked walking between them like now, as always, keeping the peace, or at least trying to as Niragi walked ahead, his fingers wrapped around his gun. He’d been trigger happy since the second he got his hands on it, firing at anything he felt like. The sound of bullets rang through the empty streets, shattering glass, tearing through rusted-out cars, sending birds scattering from the vines creeping up abandoned buildings.

He was so fucking pleased with himself. Every time a shot went off, he grinned, licking his teeth like some predator tasting blood.

You watched him, arms crossed. “You’re gonna run out of bullets before you even need them.”

“Relax.” he mused, reloading almost sensually. “I’ll find more.”

Chishiya, hands lazily tucked into his pockets, exhaled through his nose. “Yeah, you better. You’re burning through them like an idiot.”

Niragi smirked at that, cocking his head. “Oh? You worried about me, little man?”

Chishiya didn’t even look at him. “Not even remotely.”

You sighed, shaking your head as Niragi let off another shot. The fuckass wasn’t even aiming at anything, just shooting to shoot. The power in his hands made him glow. He was practically vibrating with it.

A gunshot.

Not from Niragi.

Not from Chishiya.

Not from you.

Your breath caught as the sharp crack of a bullet ripped through the air, hitting a rusted-out street sign a few feet from Niragi’s head. The metal screeched on impact. Your ears rang.

What the fuck?

Before you could even react, Chishiya was already moving.

Not fast, not panicked, just… calm.

Too calm.

With an almost lazy tilt of his head, he muttered, “Come on.” and pulled you by the wrist toward cover, completely unbothered that someone had just shot at you.

Meanwhile, Niragi was already on the hunt.

Gun raised, smiling like this was the best fucking thing that had happened all day, he moved toward the source of the shot. His excitement was wild, the air around him practically crackling as he walked forward, licking his lips.

Another shot rang out—missed.

A flash of movement. A figure, not far, panicked hands trembling around the barrel of a gun, breath hitching in raw fear.

“Shit.” the man muttered under his breath, backpedaling, but Niragi was on him.

It was over before it even started.

One shot—clean.

Straight to the chest.

The man crumpled, barely getting a strangled gasp past his lips before hitting the ground.

And Niragi—god, Niragi—he was fucking grinning. Chest rising and falling, he sighed, fucking satisfied. His fingers twitched against the trigger, almost tempted to fire again, just for the fuck of it.

“That all you got?” he muttered to the dead man. “Pathetic.”

You exhaled sharply.

The way he thrived in it, fed off it, fuck.

And yet—the moment his gaze flickered to yours, when he saw the way you were looking at him—his shoulders squared. He tilted his chin, almost like he was daring you to say something about it.

But instead, you moved forward.

Softly, carefully, your hands rose, fingertips brushing against his jaw as you cradled his face. His skin was warm, his pulse racing beneath your thumbs, his breath still heavy from the rush.

“Are you okay?” you murmured, searching his eyes.

He froze.

The smirk, the arrogance—it faltered.

You weren’t scolding him. You weren’t judging him.

You were worried.

And fuck, something about that—

He hated it.

His lips parted, but nothing came out. His body locked up, every muscle tensing, his mind short-circuiting as you looked at him like he was something fragile.

You pulled away.

Right.

He told you not to fucking touch him.

Your fingers slipped from his skin, and you took a small step back, gaze dropping.

“Sorry.” you murmured, voice softer.

For some reason—that pissed him off.

His jaw tightened, fingers flexing around the grip of his gun as he glared at you. “Tch. My neck hurts.” he muttered suddenly, tone mean. “Check that, though.”

You blinked, looking up at him.

What?

He rolled his eyes, exaggerated, and tilted his head slightly to the side. “Fucking hell. My neck. Feels stiff. Check it or whatever.”

It was a shitty excuse.

So obvious.

But you didn’t call him on it.

You knew what this was.

And so, gently, you reached out again, fingers brushing against his skin, feeling for any tension, checking him the way he so obviously wanted you to.

He let out a slow exhale, eyes flickering shut for just a second.

And Chishiya? He just watched. Because he knew exactly what this was.

And what was worse? So did you.

You didn’t linger. There was no reason to, no point in standing over a dead body longer than necessary. Even if you did feel the heavy weight of it in your stomach, the twisting sensation in your chest that reminded you—that was a person.

Was.

But Niragi was grinning as you touched him, and Chishiya was indifferent, and you… well, you had to keep moving, didn’t you?

So you did.

Turning on your heel, you pulled your hands away from Niragi’s soft face and you exhaled, brushing your hands against your sides as if shaking something off. Maybe you were. Maybe you had to.

“Alright.” you said, shifting your focus. “Let’s go. We still need to hit a pharmacy, and I’m not planning on spending all day out here.”

Chishiya didn’t react much, as expected, but over your shoulder, you caught the faintest movement of his hand, waving lazily in Niragi’s direction.

Pfft. Oh, come on.

Your gaze flickered to Niragi, just in time to see him flip him off.

You bit your lip, amused, and instead of ignoring it like any sane person would, you just waved back.

That was you.

The sunshine between two storms. A soft glow in the middle of static and fire, cutting through the men who barely even liked each other, much less the world around them.

A small thing, a little thing, but something that stood out.

Because who the fuck waves back at that?

You.

Of course you did.

Niragi scoffed, rolling his eyes so hard it looked like it physically hurt. “Tch. You’re so fucking weird.” he muttered, but there was no bite to it. Just acknowledgment.

Like he didn’t just get you to touch him. What he loved so much.

And Chishiya? He was watching you. Like he was filing away every small action in that mind of his, tucking it next to all the other pieces of you he was slowly figuring out.

But you didn’t pay it much mind. Instead, you smiled, stepping forward. “Come on.” you urged, looking between them. “We still have stuff to get.”

With that, you started walking, and they followed.

Niragi trailed next to you, searching the ground for spare bullets like some stray dog sniffing for food, his fingers twitching every time he saw anything remotely useful. And Chishiya? He kept his hands in his pockets as he observed the ruins of the city.

They were so different, but somehow, both ended up here, next to you.

Maybe that was the funniest part.

“So,” you started, breaking the silence. “do either of you need anything from the pharmacy, or is this gonna be another situation where I carry everything for you?”

“You offered.” Chishiya pointed out.

“You let me.” you countered.

He didn’t argue.

And Niragi? Well, he wasn’t listening. Too busy kicking over debris, turning over bodies, rifling through pockets.

You frowned, eyes flicking to him. “Do you really think you’re gonna find more ammo just lying around like that?”

He shot you a look. “Are you doubting me, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

That made Chishiya huff a quiet breath, almost like a laugh, and you swore you saw the faintest flicker of something pass through Niragi’s expression before he clicked his tongue and kept looking.

“Sniffing around for something to chew on.” you murmured after a moment, watching him dig through a discarded bag.

Chishiya glanced at you. “Don’t encourage him.”

Niragi’s grin was slow, dangerous. “Careful, baby.” he purred, standing up straight, the gun dangling loosely in his fingers. “You might just end up being that something.”

Your face heated.

Chishiya exhaled through his nose. “That was pathetic.”

Niragi shot him a glare. “The fuck did you say?”

“You heard me.”

“Okay, okay.” you cut in, holding up a hand. “Can we go five minutes without one of you threatening to kill the other?”

Niragi clicked his tongue, stuffing his free hand in his pocket. “Not my fault he pisses me off just by existing.”

Chishiya tilted his head slightly. “Maybe if your self-control wasn’t the equivalent of a feral animal’s, you’d handle it better.”

Niragi’s eye twitched.

Oh, god.

“Anyway,” you said, loudly. “pharmacy. Let’s go before the two of you actually start throwing punches.”

Niragi sneered. “You think I’d actually waste my energy on him?”

Chishiya didn’t even blink. “You don’t have enough to waste.”

Oh, he was evil.

You covered your mouth, trying to stifle the laugh threatening to bubble up, because if you did, Niragi might actually snap.

But instead of firing back, Niragi just clicked his pierced tongue again, sending you a glare before walking ahead, muttering curses under his breath.

And Chishiya? He just smirked. To himself.

What an asshole.

But you were grinning as you followed after them, walking in the middle, keeping them separated.

It was weird.

You were weird.

Because somehow, even with a trigger happy psychopath on one side and a calculating sociopath on the other, you still managed to make it work.

And somehow—somehow, they let you.

~

The three of you made it back to the apartment without much issue—well, aside from Niragi shooting at random shit on the way back, and Chishiya nearly vanishing into another abandoned building. Again. But overall, it was smooth. For once.

You kicked the door shut behind you, adjusting the heavy bags in your arms as you watched the two of them immediately collapse onto the couch, sitting as far apart as humanly possible.

Honestly, if you didn’t know better, you’d think they were allergic to each other.

Chishiya sat back, one leg propped up, hands still lazily stuffed in his hoodie pocket. Watching. Niragi, on the other hand, slouched forward, head tilting back as he let out a long exhale, gun still loosely gripped in his hand.

“Wow.” you said, teasingly, setting the bags down with a soft thud. “You two look exhausted. Who knew following me around all day would be so hard?”

Niragi cracked an eye open. “Shut the fuck up.”

You giggled.

Then, you clapped your hands together.

“Alright!” you chirped, crouching down and opening the first bag. “Haul!”

Chishiya blinked slowly, unimpressed. Niragi groaned. “You’re seriously gonna—”

“Yes.”

Neither of them moved.

But there was nothing else to do. No distractions, no other noise. Just you, their only source of entertainment at the moment.

And so, you started.

First bag.

“Okay.” you said, pulling out the first item, setting it on the coffee table. “Soap. This one is for me, but I also got a few for you guys. Niragi, yours is this one—” you pulled out a different soap, one of the ones you made Chishiya smell earlier, placing it in front of him, “—because I think you’ll actually use it if you like the way it smells.”

Niragi snorted. “You saying I stink?”

“I’m saying I’m encouraging good hygiene.”

Chishiya huffed a breath through his nose, and you smiled before pulling out the next one. “Chishiya, yours is this one.” you said, placing it down. “I figured you wouldn’t really care, so I just picked one that was clean and simple.”

Chishiya didn’t react much, just flicked his gaze to it and nodded once.

You pulled out another thing.

“Deodorant.” you said. “For both of you. Again, good hygiene.”

Niragi rolled his eyes, but he took it.

Chishiya, again, just nodded.

You moved on.

“Shampoo.” you continued, pulling out a few bottles. “I got different ones for each of us, obviously. This one is mine, this one’s yours—” you pointed at Niragi, “—and this one is yours.” You pointed at Chishiya. “I was gonna get conditioner, too, but I doubt either of you care enough to use it, so I only got for myself. Tell me if you want to borrow it.”

Niragi grinned. “You’d use it on me, wouldn’t you, baby?”

You didn’t even look up. “No.”

Chishiya smirked, and Niragi’s grin dropped.

You kept going. More essentials. Toothpaste, toothbrushes, things they probably didn’t even think about grabbing for themselves. You went through each one, explaining why you got it, who it was for, how you were going to make sure they used it.

“You are not going to be living in my space and smelling like absolute garbage.” you said, very matter-of-factly.

Niragi chuckled. “You think you can control me?”

“I can control whether or not you get dinner tonight.”

That actually shut him up.

Next bag.

Medical supplies.

“Bandages.” you said, pulling them out. “Disinfectant, painkillers, gauze. You guys get hurt way too much for my liking, so I stocked up on as much as I could.”

Neither of them could argue with that. Because you were right.

You continued.

Razors.

“I don’t know how often you guys shave, but I figured it was better to have some than not.”

Chishiya just tilted his head slightly.

Niragi scoffed. “You’re acting like this is some normal world where we care about that shit.”

“You should.”

“Why?”

“Because you look better clean shaven.”

That actually made him pause.

Chishiya raised an eyebrow.

You moved on before Niragi could get cocky about it.

Snacks.

“Didn’t find much, but I got what I could.” you said, pulling out a few small things—some chips, a chocolate bar that was still sealed. “Not the best, but it’s something.”

Niragi grabbed the chocolate immediately.

Chishiya let him.

The final bag.

“Okay.” you said, voice softer now, pulling out something specifically for them. “This is… just a small thing, but I thought it might be nice.”

You placed two objects on the table. One was a lighter—not a cheap one, but a good one, sleek and silver. The other was a pocket knife.

Niragi’s eyes flickered.

Chishiya’s fingers twitched.

“I thought you might like them.” you said, genuine, soft. “You don’t have to take them, but… yeah.”

Silence.

Chishiya picked up the lighter, turning it over in his fingers, inspecting it.

Niragi took the knife, flicking it open with a slow grin.

They didn’t thank you.

They never would.

But they kept them.

And that was enough.

With that, you let out a breath, sitting back. “Okay.” you said, smiling. “That’s everything.”

They were still looking at their gifts.

And you just watched.

Because they didn’t appreciate you enough. But they didn’t reject you, either.

And that was something.

You stretched your arms over your head, letting out a satisfied sigh. They took everything you gave them. No complaints—well, aside from Niragi’s usual attitude—but they kept their things. That was what mattered.

Then, you gestured to the one bag you hadn’t gone through yet.

“And the food’s in there.” you said simply, already picking it up and heading toward the kitchen. “Which means I’m gonna make dinner.”

Neither of them moved.

You knew they wouldn’t.

So you went on your own.

God, you were an angel.

They weren’t even good people. They weren’t kind or grateful, they weren’t soft or sweet or anything you were—and yet, you were still here, making them dinner, caring for them like they deserved it.

They didn’t.

But you did it anyway.

You set the bag down on the counter, rolling your shoulders before pulling everything out, sorting through what you had. Canned vegetables, some dried things, a few things you could throw together into something actually edible. Cooking stole your attention from your aching side.

“You guys want anything specific?”

Silence.

“You’re making it, aren’t you?” Niragi scoffed. “Why the fuck would we care?”

You hummed. “You should be careful with that mouth of yours.” you teased. “What if I just give you a plate of plain rice and let you starve?”

Niragi grinned. “I think we both know you wouldn’t.”

You sighed.“Unfortunately, you’re right.”

Chishiya hadn’t said anything. He just sat there, watching, arms crossed, always observing. You didn’t push him. Instead, you went about cooking.

Eventually, Niragi got bored of sitting in silence, grumbling under his breath as he stood up and wandered toward the kitchen, leaning against the counter. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched.

You glanced at him. “What?”

He smirked. “Never seen someone actually enjoy making food before.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Well, considering you’d probably eat dirt if I didn’t make anything, someone’s gotta do it.”

Niragi chuckled.

Chishiya finally spoke from the couch. “She’s not wrong.”

Niragi immediately turned to glare at him. “Shut the fuck up, lab rat.”

Chishiya didn’t even look at him.

You laughed.

The rest of the meal prep was surprisingly peaceful. You stirred the pot, checking the food, feeling their eyes on you. Niragi never moved too far away, always lingering, bumping into you on purpose like he didn’t know how to exist without taking up space.

Chishiya never joined, but he never left, either. And that was enough.

Eventually, the food was ready. You plated everything carefully, adding extra to Chishiya’s plate because he deserved it.

You carried the plates over, setting them down in front of them, so sweet, like an angel handing down gifts from heaven.

And they just… took them.

Because that’s what they did.

And you let them.

You gathered your things—a lot of them, honestly—picking up everything you needed before turning to the two boys still sitting on the couch. They had already started eating, Niragi shoveling food into his mouth like he hadn’t eaten in days, Chishiya taking slow bites. They didn’t even look at you.

Still, you smiled. You always smiled.

“Alright, I’m heading to bed.” you said, balancing your things in your arms. “You guys can knock if you need anything, okay?”

Nothing.

Not even a glance.

Of course.

You sighed, happy for some reason. “Good night, boys.”

And with that, you left. Your door clicked shut behind you, enclosing you in a space that was finally, finally quiet.

But outside, the two of them sat in silence.

For a moment, they just ate, neither of them acknowledging the other.

“Kill yourself.” Niragi said simply, as if he were suggesting Chishiya take a walk.

Chishiya didn’t even look up. “I’ll consider it.”

Silence again.

They were so different.

And yet, so similar.

Niragi was a wildfire. Destructive, uncontrollable, burning through everything in his path just to prove he could. He thrived on chaos, on violence, on power. A dog that had been caged too long.

And Chishiya? Cold. A slow-burning ember instead of a raging flame, waiting for the perfect moment to spark into something dangerous.

He hated Niragi.

But deep down, he could see the similarities.

And that was what made him hate him the most.

But what made them stay? Both of them?

That was the real question, wasn’t it?

Niragi, who could’ve been anywhere, who could’ve killed and taken what he wanted like he used to, stayed here. In this apartment. With you. Chishiya, who had no reason to tie himself down, no reason to rely on anyone but himself, stayed too.

Why?

Why did they let you do what you did? Why did they sit through your endless chatter, why did they tolerate your soft hands and warm words, why didn’t they push you away like they had done to everyone else before you?

It wasn’t kindness. Kindness was fleeting. Weak. Kindness got people killed.

But you? You weren’t just being nice.

You were invested.

In them.

And that was what made the difference.

You weren’t just another person trying to survive, someone using them as much as they used you. You weren’t after power, you weren’t trying to manipulate them, you weren’t even trying to change them. You were just there. Cooking for them. Talking to them. Treating them like they were people.

It was… strange.

Unsettling.

Niragi wasn’t used to it. He had spent so much time tearing the world apart, playing god with people’s lives, forcing his way into power so no one could ever hurt him again. No one cared about him. Not really. They feared him, they hated him, they wanted him dead.

But you? You worried about him. You asked him if he was okay, you praised him, you touched him.

And god, he hated it.

(He didn’t hate it.)

(He hated how much he liked it.)

Chishiya, on the other hand, saw it for what it was. You were just the kind of person who did this. You looked at people and wanted to know them. You looked at monsters and wondered what made them that way.

You thought you were smart about it. And in a way, you were. You weren’t naive. You weren’t weak. You weren’t someone who thought love could fix people, and you weren’t stupid enough to think either of them were good.

But still, you stayed.

And still, they let you.

Maybe because it was entertaining, at first. A fun distraction, an arrangement. But now?

Now, it was just how things were.

And neither of them had any plans to leave.

Niragi noticed it first, in the way he looked forward to your attention. In the way he waited for it, craved it. That wasn’t normal. He didn’t fucking need people. He didn’t need comfort, he didn’t need warmth, he didn’t need anything but himself.

So why the fuck did it feel so good when you touched him? When you looked at him with something that wasn’t fear? When you smiled at him, when you cared?

He wasn’t stupid. He knew how people worked. He knew how to make them do what he wanted.

But you? You weren’t afraid of him. And you weren’t weak, either.

So why were you still here? Why weren’t you running? And why, why the fuck did it make his chest feel tight just thinking about it?

For Chishiya, it was subtler. He hadn’t expected to notice you this much.

He noticed everything, of course. It was just who he was. People were predictable, easy to figure out, easy to manipulate.

But you? You weren’t predictable. Or rather, you were, but not in the way he was used to. He could track the way you thought, the way your mind worked, the way you looked at people and picked them apart just like he did.

But you weren’t calculating. You weren’t doing it to get ahead, you weren’t doing it to gain control. You just… wanted to understand.

And for some reason, you wanted to understand him, too.

He wasn’t used to that.

He wasn’t used to being seen.

And worse? He wasn’t sure he minded it.

Niragi scoffed, leaning back against the couch. “Bet your mom regrets not swallowing you.”

Chishiya barely glanced at him. “Bet yours regrets not throwing herself down the stairs.”

Niragi let out a sharp laugh. “You should’ve let those bullets do their job.”

Chishiya smirked. “You should’ve let those flames do theirs.” (AN: ignore this if you’re reading this thinking of not burnt Niragi, even I don’t think of burnt Niragi while writing but this was WAY too good to miss out lmao)

Niragi’s grin widened. “You should let me break your fucking nose.”

Chishiya shrugged. “You should let me neuter you.”

Niragi sneered, baring his teeth. “Try it and I’ll make you eat your own fingers.”

Chishiya, deadpan: “I’d still have more than you.”

Silence.

Niragi clenched his jaw, inhaled through his nose, and muttered “Fucking hate you.”

Chishiya exhaled, relaxing against the couch. “Mutual.”

~

The morning light barely filtered through the grimy windows, casting a dull glow over the living room as you padded in, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The apartment was quiet, save for the faint rustling of something in the kitchen. You yawned, stretching your arms overhead before making your way toward the sound, the pain in your side harmless now.

Chishiya was already there, standing at the counter with an opened bottle of water in hand, taking small, slow sips. He looked as indifferent as ever, his half-lidded gaze shifting toward you for only a second before returning to whatever he was thinking about.

You smiled immediately. “Good morning.”

He barely acknowledged it with a quiet hum, which, at this point, you took as a victory.

You pulled open a cabinet, looking over what little remained of the supplies you hadn’t restocked yet. “You wake up early.”

“I never really sleep.” His tone was flat, disinterested, like he had already checked out of this conversation before it began.

You didn’t let that stop you. “Well, that’s not healthy.”

He gave you a look, like seriously? Then, he tipped the bottle back, taking another sip.

Undeterred, you continued. “Do you want breakfast? I can make something real quick.”

“I don’t really eat this early.”

“Oh, right. You’re just so mysterious and above mortal needs.” you teased, reaching for a box of something anyway. “Well, I do. So if you change your mind, just say the word.”

No response.

You moved around the kitchen as you talked, pulling things together in that little effortless way you did, completely comfortable in your role as the one who took care of things. “Is Niragi still sleeping?”

Chishiya shrugged, setting the bottle down on the counter. “Either that or he’s doing something disgusting.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Yeah, I don’t want to think about that.”

Another small silence. You cracked a few eggs, humming absently to yourself. The domesticity of it was so… strange. The world had gone to hell, and here you were, making breakfast in a dimly lit kitchen, talking to a man who’d probably let someone bleed out just to see how long it took.

But fuck him if he didn’t like your company.

Chishiya found himself listening more than he intended. Your voice was light and pretty, your words coming easily, always filling the empty space without suffocating it. Most people talked to be heard. You talked because you liked sharing—small things, little nothings, just the casual, easy flow of conversation.

And what was worse? He found himself engaging. Not much, not in the way you probably wanted, but just enough. He was aware of it. The way he would answer your questions in short responses instead of ignoring them altogether. The way he kept standing there, leaning against the counter, arms crossed, letting you talk at him instead of walking away like he normally would.

He didn’t understand it.

He didn’t like it.

He didn’t hate it, though.

You slid a plate onto the counter, something quick and simple, a little warm meal for yourself. “You sure you don’t want any?”

Chishiya exhaled through his nose, unimpressed. “I don’t change my mind that fast.”

“I don’t know, you do seem like a wildcard sometimes.” You smiled playfully before taking a bite.

He said nothing. Just watched you, observed, took in the way you moved, the way you carried yourself. You weren’t naive. You knew exactly who he was—what he was. And yet, here you were, talking to him like he was just a guy in your kitchen, like the world wasn’t falling apart, like you hadn’t dragged him out of a bloodied alleyway just days ago.

It was interesting.

Maybe even entertaining.

But most of all, it was dangerous.

And yet, he was still here.

Soon, Niragi walked in, barefoot, shirtless, stretching his arms over his head as he let out a dramatic yawn. His hair was a mess, sticking up in the back, and his eyes were filled irritation, like a wild animal that had just been rudely woken from hibernation.

“What the fuck are you two so loud for?” he grumbled, his voice gravelly with sleep. He scratched at his stomach, looking between you and Chishiya. “Some of us actually sleep, you know.”

Immediately, you looked at him with soft concern, already feeling bad. “Oh, sorry, Niragi. We didn’t mean to wake you.”

Chishiya, on the other hand, didn’t even acknowledge him. He just kept standing there, arms crossed, like Niragi was nothing more than an unfortunate background noise.

That only pissed Niragi off more. “Of course you don’t give a shit.” he sneered, stepping further into the kitchen. “Cold little bastard. Probably doesn’t even blink when people die in front of him.”

Chishiya took another sip of water, completely unbothered. “You didn’t die, though. Shame.”

You sighed. Loudly. “Okay, can we not start this early? It’s too soon for this.”

Niragi rolled his eyes, then sniffed the air. “What’s for breakfast?”

You instantly brightened. “I can make you something!” You pushed your chair back, standing up quickly, already moving toward the stove without a second thought. No hesitation. No thinking about it. You just moved. Like it was your job. Like it was instinctual.

Niragi sat himself at the counter, propping his elbow up as he leaned into his hand. “Damn. You’re really trying to be a housewife, huh?”

You just smiled, rolling your eyes playfully. “No. I just don’t mind taking care of you guys.”

Chishiya, from his spot against the counter, noticed. Not your words. Not Niragi.

But your plate.

Sitting there.

Untouched.

Still warm, barely eaten from, abandoned the moment Niragi wanted something.

His eyes flickered to you, watching as you moved around the kitchen, busying yourself with grabbing things, fully forgetting the meal you made for yourself just minutes ago.

You probably didn’t even realize it.

But he did.

And yet, as much as he wanted to test something—push a button, say something cold, make you sit back down and finish it—he didn’t.

Because this was the way things worked with you. You gave, and they took.

That’s just how it was.

You worked in the kitchen, your hands moved, pulling out ingredients, heating the pan, pouring oil like you’d done this a million times. You weren’t thinking about it, it was just muscle memory. Too busy with it to even check out Niragi shirtless, which really was a waste, but you really weren’t about that. You just wanted him to feel good.

Niragi, from his spot at the counter, had his chin propped up on his hand, watching you.

“You don’t have to cook for us every day, you know.” he said, voice still raspy from sleep. “We’re not helpless.”

You hummed. “I know. I just like doing it.”

He let out a dry chuckle. “Yeah, I bet. Makes you feel all useful, huh?”

You gave him a look over your shoulder, but there was no real bite to it. “No. It makes me feel like I’m taking care of people who deserve it.”

His eyebrows raised, like he was genuinely surprised by that response. “Hah. That’s a new one.”

“You act like you don’t deserve nice things, Niragi.”

He laughed at that. Like it was the funniest thing in the world. “I don’t.”

You frowned slightly, turning back to the stove. “That’s not true.”

He leaned forward, his elbow on the counter, fingers drumming against the surface. “You don’t know shit about me.”

“Maybe not everything.” you admitted, cracking an egg into the pan. “But I know you’re more than just what you put out.”

He tilted his head. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

You smiled, soft. “Someone worth making breakfast for.”

His face faltered. Just for a second. Then, his expression shifted again, twisting back into something cocky and shameless, covering up whatever that moment was. “Damn, babe. You trying to make me fall for you?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Eat your food first, then we’ll talk.”

Chishiya, from the corner of the kitchen, watched. Silent, arms crossed, always watching.

He saw the way you moved, the way you gave so easily, the way you never hesitated to take care of them.

He also saw how easily Niragi ate it up, pulling you in, testing your limits, taking as much as you let him.

It wasn’t surprising. Niragi was an animal. No self-control, no hesitation, no filter. He took whatever he wanted, because he could.

And you? You let him. Not out of naivety. Not out of stupidity.

Out of choice.

And that’s what bothered him.

Because why?

Why them?

Why him?

The whole thing made his brain itch.

Still, he didn’t say anything. Not yet. He just waited as you finished up, plating the food, turning back to them with that same warm smile as you walked over.

“Here you go.” you said, placing their plates down. Both of their plates, even while Chishiya didn’t ask for it.

Niragi snatched his up immediately, already digging in, while Chishiya just… looked at his. Not moving.

You sighed. “Chishiya.”

He raised a brow.

“You have to eat.” you insisted, placing a hand on your hip. “It’s not healthy to keep skipping meals.”

He didn’t argue. Just stared at you for a long moment, calculating something in his mind. Then—without breaking eye contact—he nodded his chin toward the counter behind you.

“Eat that.”

Your brows furrowed. “…What?”

He gestured lazily with his fork. “Your plate.”

Oh.

Right.

The one you abaandoned.

Your mouth opened slightly, caught off guard. That was… nice of him?

Niragi, with a mouth full of food, glanced up between you two, scoffing. “What, you two having a moment?”

You quickly shook your head, moving to grab your plate, finally sitting back down. “I was gonna eat anyway.” you mumbled.

Chishiya said nothing.

He just started eating.

And if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was just making sure you did the same.

~

You stood in the middle of the living room, holding a small wooden decoration in your hands, tilting your head as you decided where to place it. Chishiya sat on the couch, watching you, his arms draped lazily over the back of the couch.

“This one or that one?” You held up the small decoration, gesturing between two shelves on the wall. “I can’t decide.”

Chishiya barely glanced at them. “That one.”

“You didn’t even look.”

“I don’t care.”

You rolled your eyes but placed it on the shelf he pointed at anyway. Then, as you moved to adjust another item—a small framed picture of some landscape you had picked up—Chishiya spoke again.

“Why are you doing this?”

You glanced at him, setting the frame down. “Doing what?”

“This.” He gestured vaguely to the room, to the little trinkets and decorations you had been setting up all morning. “Making the place look nice.”

You blinked, taken aback by the question. “Because I live here?”

Chishiya hummed. “And you think it’s worth putting effort into?”

“Of course.” You turned to face him fully, placing your hands on your hips. “Why wouldn’t I?”

He raised a brow. “Because it’s temporary.”

You frowned. “Everything is temporary.”

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing. “You’re too sentimental.”

You huffed, turning back to the shelf. “And you’re too cynical.”(AN: took me so much time to find the perfect word for this omg)

Before he could respond, Niragi walked into the room, stretching his arms over his head, cracking his neck like he had just rolled out of bed, he probably did though. He was in a sleeveless top of yours(he stole it without a word but you didn’t question it), his piercings catching the dim light.

He stopped when he saw what you were doing.

“The fuck is all this?” he asked, brows pulling together as he scanned the shelves.

“Decorating.” you answered simply, not turning away from your work.

Niragi let out a short laugh, stepping closer. “Why?”

“You and Chishiya are like the same person, I swear.” You sighed, stepping back to look at the placement of your decorations. “Because I want to.”

Niragi raised a brow. “You’re seriously wasting time putting up… what is this? A ceramic cat?” He picked up a small figurine from the shelf, holding it up with a smirk.

You snatched it from his hand. “Yes, and it’s adorable.”

He scoffed, watching you. “You’re really making this place all cute, huh?”

“Yes.” You turned to him, tilting your head. “And you’re gonna help me.”

His smirk faltered. “The fuck I am.”

You smiled sweetly, grabbing something off the nearby table—a slightly larger decoration, a framed map you had found—holding it up to him. “You’re tall. You can put this one up for me.”

He snorted. “You got arms, baby.”

“But I don’t have the height.” You stepped closer, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes. “Come on, just this one?”

He narrowed his eyes. “You think if you blink at me like that I’ll just do what you say?”

“Yes.”

He opened his mouth to argue—then shut it again. Because yeah. That was exactly what was happening.

With an exaggerated groan, he snatched the frame from your hands. “You’re a pain in the ass.” He muttered some more things under his breath as he lifted his arms, easily reaching the spot you had pointed at.

You turned to Chishiya, grinning. “See? Teamwork.”

Chishiya just watched with the driest expression possible. “You’re making him your personal servant.”

“Yep.” you agreed happily.

Niragi scoffed. “Shut up, cat.”

Chishiya’s lips twitched slightly, amused at how quickly Niragi took the bait.

When Niragi finished securing the frame, he stepped back, nodding. “There. Happy now?”

You beamed up at him. “Very.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t actually seem annoyed.

And just like that, you went back to arranging things, while Niragi stood there, hands on his hips, watching you work.

Chishiya didn’t move from the couch. He just observed, taking in the way Niragi had given in so easily.

This was dangerous.

Not the decorations. Not the routine.

You.

Because they weren’t supposed to care about things like this.

You turned back to Niragi, scanning the room with an exaggerated hmm before picking up another small decoration—asimple, metallic wall hook.

“Okay, one more.” you said, holding it up to him with a charming smile.

Niragi sighed dramatically. “You’re killin’ me, angel.”

“You’ll survive.”

He grabbed it from you, grumbling something under his breath as he walked over to where you gestured. He acted like he was annoyed, like he had been forced into this, but his hands were steady, and he didn’t hesitate when he secured it in place.

“There. Done.”

You examined his work, nodding approvingly. “Perfect. You did good.”

Just as you turned to pick something else up, Niragi groaned.

“You’re not gonna keep givin’ me shit, are you?”

You immediately held up another small frame. “Just one more.”

“Bullshit.” He snatched it anyway.

You pointed to a spot on the wall. “There.”

Instead of following your direction, Niragi put it in a different spot, slightly off-center from the others.

You blinked.

Stared at it.

Then slowly turned your head to glare at him.

Niragi just grinned at you, tilting his head before sticking his tongue out—teasing you like a brat who knew exactly what he was doing.

But you weren’t paying attention to his smug little attitude.

Oh.

Your gaze locked onto the small silver ball on his tongue, catching the light as he flicked it at you.

A piercing.

Huh. You never really looked at it before.

But now, standing this close, you were fascinated.

Before you even thought about it, before you even realized what you were doing…

You reached out and grabbed his tongue.

Just.

Straight-up pinched it between your fingers.

Niragi froze.

Chishiya—who had been silently watching this entire interaction—blinked, sitting up slightly, eyes narrowing.

You tilted your head, shamelessly examining the piercing, your fingers holding his tongue carefully as you looked at the small metal ball.

It was cute.

His tongue was warm, soft, slick under your fingertips, and for some reason, you felt zero hesitation about doing this.

Niragi made a choked sound, his eyes wide with disbelief, like his brain couldn’t process what was happening.

“Hell?” he mumbled, voice muffled, ‘the’ left out only because he couldn’t pronounce it like this.

“Did it hurt?” you asked casually, still inspecting it, genuinely curious.

Niragi stared at you like you had lost your fucking mind. “You’re insane.” he finally said, though he didn’t pull away.

You let go of his tongue, stepping back with a bright smile. “I just never saw one up close before.”

Niragi ran his tongue over his lip, blinking at you, still looking a little caught off guard. “You’re seriously messed up, you know that?”

You just laughed. “Says you.”

Chishiya watched. Observed the way Niragi—someone who had no problem pulling a trigger, someone who could kill without blinking—had been completely thrown off by your actions.

And he hated it.

Because you were sweet.

Too sweet for your own good.

And it was messing with them.

Niragi kept looking at you. Staring, even. But you? You just turned away, completely unbothered, looking through the remaining decorations on the table.

“Still gonna make me put shit up?” Niragi finally said, voice a little rough, still running his tongue over his lip like he was checking to make sure it was still there.

“Yup!” you answered cheerfully, picking up another small piece, then turning to Chishiya. “Unless you wanna help?”

Chishiya gave you a look. “Mm. No.”

“Didn’t think so.” you muttered.

Niragi grinned at that. “The little rat won’t help you with shit.” he said, crossing his arms.

Chishiya simply shrugged. “Why would I? You’re already doing it.”

“Tch.” Niragi scoffed, looking back at you. “You really know how to pick ‘em.”

You giggled.

Niragi’s expression flickered for a second—just a second—before he turned back to the wall, reaching for the next thing you handed him.

You continued talking as he worked, making little comments about how the place was finally feeling like a home. Your home.

“You’re really settling in, huh?” Niragi said, his tone unreadable. New.

You hummed, looking around the room. “Well… yeah. I mean, where else would I go?”

Silence.

That was a question neither of them had an answer to.

There was nowhere else. No outside world waiting for you. No normal life to go back to, at least you didn’t know about that.

This was it. This was what was left.

And for some reason—some completely insane reason—these two absolute psychopaths had stuck around.

Or rather—you had made them stay.

The realization lingered in the air.

Niragi didn’t comment on it.

Chishiya didn’t need to.

Instead, you went back to chatting.

Lighthearted, soft, sweet.

Because what else could you do?

Eventually, Niragi finished putting everything up and flopped onto the couch, stretching his arms over the backrest.

“Done.” he announced, grinning at you. “I better be getting paid for this shit.”

You smiled, hands on your hips. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll think of something.”

Niragi raised an eyebrow, clearly about to say something filthy. Chishiya, without even looking up from where he sat, cut in first.“Not with that attitude, you won’t.”

Niragi snapped his head towards him. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Chishiya smirked.

Oh, here we go.

You just sighed as they started up again, Niragi already leaning forward like he was ready to fight, Chishiya barely lifting his gaze, looking bored.

It was the same old bullshit.

And honestly?

You didn’t mind.

Because at the end of the day, you were still here, and so were they.

~

You were being careful.

You had to be.

Niragi was not subtle when he told you that the next time you had to play, he was coming with you. No arguments. No protests. No way in hell he’d let you go alone.

And that was sweet, really.

In the most Niragi way possible.

But the thought of him stepping into a game after everything? The fact that he was still healing, still limping a little even though he’d act like he wasn’t—like it didn’t fucking hurt—made your stomach twist.

So, yeah. You were sneaking out.

It wasn’t like Chishiya would care, anyway. If anything, he’d probably just say something about how he already knew.

But Niragi?

Oh, Niragi would be fucking pissed.

Which was exactly why you had to time it right.

You had been watching. Waiting. Making sure the two of them weren’t around.

And now? Now was your chance.

The apartment was quiet.

Chishiya wasn’t on the couch. Niragi was nowhere to be seen. They were either in their rooms or just not here at all.

Good.

Carefully, you grabbed your things. A bag, a jacket, anything else you might need. You wouldn’t be able to bring much—you needed to move fast.

A deep breath. A glance toward the hallway, toward the door.

Still quiet.

Okay.

You could do this.

You knew the floorboards well enough by now. Which ones creaked, which ones didn’t. You made sure to step lightly, quickly, keeping your breath even.

Closer. Closer.

The door was right there.

You reached for the handle, twisting it so, so carefully. It didn’t make a sound.

Perfect.

And then, just like that—you were outside.

The door clicked shut behind you, and your shoulders relaxed.

You did it.

Niragi was still inside, completely unaware.

You’d be back before he even realized.

Or at least… you hoped.

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The Game Itself

Chapter II: Six of Diamonds, AKA Why We Don't Play Games Together

A Chishiya x childhood best friend reader (Niragi's sister!) Series

Content Warning: Canon-typical violence, minor character death, killing, mentions of blood and vomit, curse words

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You were right, it was a game.

Well at least, you were being directed to one. A game inside a game, even more brilliant. It's obvious that you weren't intended to have a choice in the matter, the entirety of Tokyo's city center being completely dark except for the bright white light of the sign. It seemed too cheerful, in a way. Inviting, yet foreboding. You weren't a fan, but what choice did you have?

You walked, bewildered, in step with Chishiya holding onto his right hand with both of yours, following the direction of the sign. Players this way. Is that what you were now? Or is that what you've always been, always would be anyway? You couldn't believe this was Tokyo; you've lived here all your life and honestly never thought you'd see it so empty and dark. Creepy.

You cling to the blonde like he was your lifeline, briefly wondering where your conversation had been headed before your entire world shifted - were you entering new territory with your friend? Do you want to? Yes. But it doesn't really matter right now. No, right now you need to find out the rules of this place. You need to find a way to win - for Chishiya, for Niragi.

Niragi. Your mind shifts again, back to the conversation you'd had with your brother yesterday, "There is nowhere you can be taken that I won't find you, I promise." You scoff, wondering how he could hold up a promise like that when something so crazy, so sinister has happened to you in the blink of an eye.

He might not even be here. You weren't yet sure if you hoped he was or if you hoped he wasn't.

Chishiya suddenly stops walking in the middle of the street and you stumble back, dropping his hand in the process, "Why'd you stop??"

He shushes you, "looks like we've finally found some other people." You follow the direction of his gaze, finding yourself faced with what was once a very popular ramen shop. The building itself was unassuming, with one floor to ceiling window looking into the lobby on either side of the large, ornately carved oak doors. It was through them that you saw the group of people gathered.

You didn't feel the relief you thought you would at encountering others in this place. No, instead you felt your throat constrict slightly, noticing the sign blinking outside the door. So you wouldn't be getting any ramen, then.

[Game Arena - 10:00 Minutes Until Registration Closes]

[Players Required: 10]

"Are we really expected to commit to playing a game we don't even know the rules to?" You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest in defiance. "What happens if we win?" What happens if we lose?

"Only one way to find out" Chishiya says in a cool tone, covering his head with the hood of his white sweatshirt. Cold as ice, your friend. As long as you've known him, he's been able to turn off his emotions at the drop of a hat. Not that he has many to begin with, you tell yourself snarkily. Not a robot, indeed.

He turns to fully look into your eyes one last time, gently gripping your forearm and pulling you close, "we don't know what we're up against, Koko. I need you to be as emotionless and observant as possible," he says in a softened tone, the one reserved just for you. If you hadn't known him your whole life, his change in demeanor would probably have given you whiplash. But no, that was just Chishiya. "You want to win, right?"

Of course you do. Of course you will. You nod silently, steeling your face and making an attempt to lock your emotions away. Chishiya was right, you don't know what kind of game you're playing, what the stakes are. Giving away too much information could be your downfall. Chishiya pulls your hood up over your head too, and you almost want to smile. With that, you know you've started playing your own game.

As you push open the heavy doors to the restaurant, you hear a curious sound accompanied with a feeling in the pit of your stomach - there's no turning back now. A table sits off to the side with several cellphones laying on it; that catches your attention. Your cellphone hadn't worked since the life had been sucked out of Tokyo, but these ones do?

[One per player] The sign indicates.

Your eyes scrutinizingly flick over the people already waiting in the lobby; an old lady with cherry red lips and a piercing gaze, a tired looking man with glasses staring down at grease stained hands, a man with wild hair, and a dirty looking man with a ponytail and bulbous nose - he gave you the chills. Your eyes are pulled to another figure waiting in the shadows, a stocky middle aged man staring straight at you. You could tell from here that his confidence was high, and he was very much not afraid of what was happening. You narrow your eyes at him. Whatever the game is, you hoped you'd get to play against him. He needed to be knocked down a peg.

The corners of your lips tilt just a tiny bit, feeling kind of excited - you love winning games. You finish your surveillance of the room and reach for one of the phones. The screen lights up immediately -

[Identity Verification in Progress . . .]

After a second or two it confirms your name, causing your eyebrows to raise slightly in surprise. You exchange a glance with Chishiya but ultimately shrug it off, Niragi had always told you that technology was too smart for its own good and to be cautious how you used it. You softly roll your eyes while replaying that particular conversation in your mind - the irony of your software engineer brother speaking so conspiratorially about technology not escaping you. You're torn from your thoughts by a cheerful robotic voice and a bright ding.

[Registration Closes in 5:00 Minutes]

You take your phone and move to the side of the table, sitting down cross legged on the floor opposite of where the others are already waiting. Chishiya places himself directly behind you, leaning up non-chalantly against the wall. Protective.

The heavy door is thrown open, a pretty dark-haired teenage girl walking through. She is escorted by an older guy, likely in his late 20s, with his hand held on the back of her neck. You give them both a once over, curiously wondering about their dynamic. Curiosity killed the cat. You don't know their situation, so you avert your eyes quickly.

The couple completes their registration process and finds the darkened corner opposite of the cocky man you couldn't wait to take down. You admit to yourself that girl looks scared, though not of the man. You find some relief in that. He too, has a concerned look in his eyes but he is doing a better job at hiding his fear. You decide they must be first time players too.

After waiting in silence few more minutes, the door opens one last time, a pre-teen boy walking in. His skin is tanned and he looks muscular, definitely putting on a brave face. You're impressed by him. As he approaches the table, you see his eyes more clearly. Confusion. Fear. Insecurity. He takes the final phone on the table, walking over to the larger group of people waiting still by the window.

"C-can someone tell me what's going on? I was walking home from baseball practice and now suddenly I'm here . . ." he explains, trembling. Not a single person makes a move to answer his question or even acknowledge his presence. You feel kind of sad for him, knowing there is no way you would have gotten even this far at his age.

But you could feel Chishiya's eyes on the back of your head, willing you - imploring you - to keep you mouth shut. You dropped your gaze to stare instead at a dirty spot on the marbled floor in front of you. You had no idea what was going on either, so even if you wanted to help - did you? - you couldn't.

[Registration is now closed] The too damn happy robot informed you.

[Difficulty: 6 of Diamonds] Your left eyebrow involuntarily raises, a code for difficulty level? Huh. You were pretty quick on the uptake, a 6 out of 10 probably indicated the game was a little bit on the harder side, above average. You weren't sure what the diamond could mean, but you just shrug. It doesn't matter, you just have to win.

[Game: Blackjack] If it weren't for the tension seeping through the lobby like a dense fog, you would have whooped and hollered with joy. You were a Blackjack QUEEN, having beaten Chishiya, Niragi, and anyone else who dared to challenge you a ridiculous number of times over the years. Your heart is thrumming in your chest now. This will be easy.

[Time Limit: 1 Hour]

The robotic voice goes on to describe the basic rules, which of course you already know. From your place on the floor, you begin to study your surroundings again, eyes catching on the tiny sliver of the dining room that you can see from where you're sitting. You can't see much, but you do see something. Your blood goes cold and your mouth feels dry.

You understand what the stakes are now.

You blink rapidly, willing the dangling rope with a loop on the end to disappear, an illusion. No, it's there. And if your hunch was correct, there were nine more of them, just like that - one for each of you. You turn to see if Chishiya has noticed, but find his chestnut eyes locked in a staring contest with the slimy looking guy across from him. You briefly wonder if you'd have to break up a fight between them. Maybe they just liked each other's hair.

[Please divide into two teams of five]

Your ears perk up at the word 'teams'. Deliberately misleading then? You watch as the teenage girl and older man clasp their hands together as if to say "we're a package deal". Your eyes widen a little bit, thinking of what was awaiting you in the dining room. Your gut told you it was not a good idea to play with someone you cared about.

Because Blackjack is not a team game.

Chishiya reaches down to pull you up by your hood, like a mother cat carrying her kitten. You quickly turn around to face him, clutch the front of his sweatshirt and whisper, "we need to play on opposite teams. I'm not sure what will happen if we play together but I don't want to find out."

Your friend raises his eyebrow in slight confusion, but he can feel your hands shaking so he just nods. He grabs your hand and squeezes three times before letting go and turning you away from him. "It's just that I've beaten you so many times before, I really should give you a chance" you say loudly, laughing. With that, you walk toward the cocky guy and the couple who had already banded together.

And so it was you, the strange couple, the over-confident man who was about to get his butt kicked by you, and the pre-teen boy. Chishiya would play against the people who had been waiting against the window in the lobby when you arrived. Honestly, you wished them luck - your friend had no qualms about cheating in this game to win. This thought made you smile affectionately, Chishiya is the worst. Best.

As you round the corner into the dining room, the rest of the players get their first glimpse of what you had seen briefly from the lobby. Two round tables, five seats around each. Stacks of playing cards and chips were neatly placed in the middle. The ten nooses hanging mockingly from the ceiling were certainly the show stopper, though. Every single person in the room was transfixed by that detail, as if hypnotized by the way they swing slightly.

You notice something else as you approach the table to choose a seat; in front of each chair, nestled in a case of glass is a pistol. One for each of you. Your brow furrows, what kind of twist would this provide to the game?

[Please choose a seat] Bossy.

Everyone silently did as they were told, though most hesitated on placing their heads through the loop. You did so immediately, knowing it was inevitable. The knot tightened automatically to where it was digging into your neck; you felt the tightness in your chest begin to build in panic. Your eyes instinctively flicked over to find Chishiya, begging with your eyes for comfort. You found him looking back with the most serene expression, encouraging you to stay calm. To win.

[Special Rules: if a player is caught cheating, the other players at the table can exact judgement on them using their pistol. The cheating player will be dealt a Game Over. Each player may exact judgement only one time] Your eyes widen, glancing at the people around you. "They want us to shoot each other?!" the pre-teen boy wails, tears filling his eyes, "I don't wanna play." You feel your heart cracking for him, but stay quiet. Emotionless.

The cocky man shushes him rudely, about to say something more when the robot thankfully cuts him off.

[Rules for Individual Game Over: A player's chip count reaches 0, a player attempts to leave their seat or is incorrectly restrained, a player illegally transfers their chips or attempts to steal. All players will be given a Game Over if more than one player remains at each table after the hour is up]

[Rules for Game Clear: Be the last surviving player at your table]

Yep. There it is. Only two people were going to make it out of this room, one per table. You feel Chishiya's gaze on you again, glancing up wearily to find his eyes. After years of friendship, you know exactly what he's trying to say to you, words that would probably never leave his mouth, but that he meant with his whole heart:

I am so grateful you are not sitting next to me.

Because the thing is - you don't think you mind sacrificing the four people around you so that you can stay alive. You would not, however, hesitate to give your life so Chishiya could survive. Thank goodness you don't have to make that choice today.

♤ ♡ ◇ ♧

The rope pulls taut, yanking the teenage girl out of her seat with force and a sickening crack that causes your entire body to flinch in protest. The youngest two of your group were now down, there were two more players to go.

The older man that entered the venue with the girl that was now hanging lifelessly beside you has dissolved into hysterical tears. You tilt your head looking at him in shock - he had seemed so tough, so composed. You did not expect this reaction from him, especially in the middle of a game of life or death.

Though no one dared to ask, he explained through his tears, "she was my little sister. I promised my mom I would take care of her and I failed." You were now gaping at him, he was to that girl what your brother was to you, and you feel a wave of nausea hit you like a bus.

The poor man is barely breathing now, struggling in his seat and attempting to get the noose off. He screams at no one in particular to be let out, standing from his seat and continuing to tear at the rope around his neck. Your heart sinks, knowing what's coming next.

A player that attempts to leave their seat or is incorrectly restrained will be dealt a Game Over.

A red laser shoots down from the ceiling, striking the man through the forehead and killing him instantly. His body flops forward onto the table, blood pouring onto the table, spreading to soak your chips and the cards in front of you. His little sister died in this game, and he allowed himself to be killed because of it.

You had been unsure before, but you are absolutely certain now - you hoped Niragi was not in this world. You did not want to know what a place like this would do to someone like him. What seeing you, his little sister, in this world would do to him. No, he simply could not be here.

"Well, well. It's finally just you and I, sweetheart," the mockingly sweet voice of the man you swore to take down filled the tense silence. "Awww, poor thing. You must be so scared after all that violence," he cooed, noticing that there were tears soaking your face. You hadn't even known you'd started crying.

"You're too soft for this world, sweetheart. Even if you extend your Visa here, it won't be long before you're dead," his raspy voice continued talking, though you hadn't even given an indication that you were listening.

You finally do look up, meeting his glittering gaze. He was having fun here, the thought made you sick. Honestly, you were grateful that you and Chishiya had had your dinner interrupted because you would have thrown up by now if there was anything significant in your stomach.

"Extend my visa?" You ask feigning confidence, "what are you talking about?" The man laughs at your question. Luckily he seemed like a know-it-all so he'd probably actually tell you, if only to rub it in your face that he knew.

"What do you think you're playing for here, honey? Think of the games like your job, and the currency you're paid in is time," he barks out another annoying laugh that makes your ears want to bleed. "No one that I've met so far knows why we're here, we just all know that we wanna keep living! Wanna keep living? Gotta keep winning."

Winning. That word is music to your ears, you can do that. You are good at that. You draw in a deep breath, "Okay, tough guy. Let's see who wants to live more, then. It's your turn to deal," you say sharply, a newfound confidence in your demeanor.

You'd been counting the cards for a while. You knew that there was a high probability of getting dealt a face card and an ace at this point in the deck, which was truly a miracle - Blackjack. If you went all in on your bet now, you could end this game and get the hell out of here. Even if you weren't dealt a Blackjack, you still felt confident you could beat the dealer in this turn without going bust. The statistics don't lie, they never do. Most of the face cards should now be at the top of the deck, along with one final ace. One ace was played early in the game, the other two were played very recently, one of them involved in the death of the teenage girl.

You take a deep breath and push all of your chips into the center of the table. You were going all in, you wanted out of this chair and away from this lunatic. The man laughs, "you must be either stupid or completely insane."

"Could be both," you shrug, gesturing nonchalantly for him to deal the cards.

It's time to win this.

He places your first card in front of you, the Queen of Hearts. You smile sweetly, knowing that all was going according to plan. He takes his hole card quickly, almost catching your attention with an interesting motion. He slowly turns over your second card - it was the Ace of Spades you were looking for. You grinned triumphantly now, "Blackjack." The man's face didn't falter for a moment, creepily smiling back at you. He dealt his face up card - the King of Spades.

You waited, a little impatiently for him to reveal his hole card. You had WON, there is no way for him to have the ace he needs to counter your Blackjack.

The man just kept on smiling his crooked smile at you, showing you the card - Ace of Hearts.

You didn't even try to hold back your surprise, gasping as he placed it down on the table beside his other card. That card had just been played, it was at the bottom of the deck. "You cheated!" you accuse, "There is no other way that card came back up from the bottom of the deck!"

The man's smile turns into something of a grimace, showing all of his teeth menacingly, "what are you going to do about it, sweetheart? If you want to exact judgement, you'll have to shoot me."

You felt sick again, he was right. You'd never shot a gun before. Were you even capable of it? Killing another person. You finally flick your eyes over to the other table, you had purposely ignored them throughout the game to maintain focus. Mercifully, Chishiya was still sitting there, now with just the old lady left. He looks at you, and you know that he knows what you're asking. His lips flatten into a line, with one short nod in your direction.

It's this man's life or yours.

You smash the button to release the pistol in front of you. You pull it wearily into your hands and are shocked at how heavy it is. With your hands trembling, your heart racing so fast you think it might explode, you draw it up to aim at the man. His eyes widen slightly, but even so he almost laughs.

"You've managed to surprise me, little thing. Good luck. It's been a pleasure playing with you tonight." You pull the trigger before you lose what little nerve you have and the man drops dead beside you. Blood spatters onto your face and clothes from your close proximity, and you feel the world spinning. You are definitely going to be sick now. Your phone interrupts you:

[Game Clear, Congratulations]

[Six days have been added to your visa]

The rope looped around your neck loosened and you were able to stand up on shaky legs. You moved as quickly as you could to get out of the room that was filled with carnage, air thick with the scent of blood. You made it to the corner of the lobby before you collapsed to your knees, wretching up stomach acid and bile. Tears pricked in your eyes as you continued to gag and sputter. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you waited.

It was only a few minutes before Chishiya joined you, rubbing your back and pulling your hair out of your face. When you were able to get control of your body, he silently pulls you up to standing. Shakily, you stuff your bloodied hands in your jacket pockets, no longer wanting to look at them, at what they'd done.

As you walk through the lobby, you notice a single playing card sitting on the table that had previously housed the phones - Six of Diamonds. You exchange a weary glance with Chishiya, but ultimately pocket the card and don't say anything. There's nothing to say.

As you escape the ramen restaurant that you never ever want to see again, into the cool Tokyo air, you DO find something worthy of speaking out loud "we are never playing a game together again."

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The two of you trudge through the darkened hallway of your apartment complex. It was pretty creepy and kind of sad. You almost wished to see Himari, or one of her cats that would snuggle with you. Your body is exhausted from everything you've been through today, and now you're out of breath from climbing the stairs. You'd like to curse your brother out for choosing this stupid high rise.

You and Chishiya had decided on staying here for the night, as his home was significantly further from the city center than yours. You'd also thought it was a good idea to check if Niragi was waiting for you here. Remembering back to the game, though, you really hoped he wasn't.

You unlock the door and step inside, noting dejectedly that it didn't really feel like home anymore. Even though it had only been hours since you were last here, it didn't smell or feel the same as it usually did. You could tell your brother wasn't here, but called out for him anyway. You sigh tiredly and flop onto the couch, not exactly caring if you got blood and sweat on it. Having not received a response from Niragi, you knew there would be no repercussions. You close your eyes to rest, instead seeing visions of the teenage girl and her older brother dancing across your mind. You groan, pitifully.

Chishiya joins you a few minutes later, carrying some lit candles for light and a tray with some packages of snacks. Your stomach grumbles loudly, causing both of you to laugh. He hands you a bottle of water and you take it gratefully, chugging it down.

"I don't know how this is possible, but all the fresh food has already gone bad," he informs you, speaking for the first time since the game. "I had hoped to feed you something more substantial since you got sick, but you're just going to have to settle for cheesy puffs and cookies for dinner." He settles down on the floor in front of the couch, setting the tray with the snacks and candles in front of him.

You smirk at your friend teasingly, sliding to the floor to join him. "I won't lie I feel a little ripped off right now. Not only did I uphold my end of the bargain by finishing my homework, I ALSO saved our lives by making sure we wouldn't play at the same Blackjack table. I didn't even get my dinner I was promised."

The candlelight bounces softly on Chishiya's face, illuminating his signature Cheshire grin, "I'll make sure you get your reward. But for now, cheesy puffs." You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the smile that crept up on your face anyway, snagging the bag of cheddar treats from his outstretched hand.

You shared the information the cocky man had given you earlier about the Visa system while you ate. It wasn't much, but it was a place to start you guessed. You still had more questions than answers. Where were you? How did you get here? How long are you going to be stuck here? Is your brother here? You didn't know how you'd even begin to find the answers to these questions.

But as you sit eating snacks on the floor of your living room with your best friend, you figured there was no rush. You did have six more days on your Visa, after all. After you'd had as much junk food as your system could possibly handle, you sigh and drop your head to Chishiya's shoulder, tired. He looks down to study you for a moment, before wrapping his right arm around you and pulling your head to lay on his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, trying to coax you to sleep against him. The last thought that ran through your mind as you gave in to sleep repeated over and over like a mantra:

We're going to win this game, together.

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[miraofhearts2point0]

hi guys more twitter rants

[xuzuul]

[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 😔

[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! 🌟

[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

[luvlyfandoms]

Chishiya, Banda, Niragi, Arisu's reaction to "fuck me dumb"

Chishiya

• “is that what you really want? hm?” he asks with a sly grin on his face

• “I think you need to beg a little harder than that”

• “alright, you asked for it”

• when he finally gives in…

• holds your arms behind your back at such an angle that you feel like your sockets will dislocate while he’s fucking you

• ignores your cries

• “shhh, you asked for this”

Niragi

• “you don’t have to tell me twice”

• “I knew you’d come around”

• holds a gun to your head if you misbehave

• pins you to the bed and pounds you with your legs over his shoulders, head tossed back and eyes shut in pleasure

• a mixture of moans, groans, and growls escape his lips

• holds you down so you can’t move

• you’re sure you’ll have bruises the next morning

Banda

• it makes him chuckle when you start begging for him to manhandle you

• will snatch you up by your hair and drag you to your knees in front of him

• “look at me”

• slaps you as hard as he can

• lays you on your side and folds your legs up so he can get as deep as possible while choking you out and dancing his knife around your bare skin

Arisu

• “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

• “you’re gonna take what I give you”

• sits on the edge of the bed and makes you ride him

• soon he’s got his hand around your throat and he’s thrusting up into you as hard as he possibly can while you cry out and try to hide your face on his shoulder

• he doesn’t let you

• “ah ah ah, you wanted this. so take it”

• pinches your nipples harshly and chuckles at your reaction

[yazzwrites6962]

Please more niragi

Warmth ♡ Suguru Niragi

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Suguru Niragi x Fem!Reader ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Author's Note: UNEDITED! I don't own any characters or images!

Genre: Smut

Summary: After surviving a brutal game, you and Niragi take shelter in an abandoned building on a cold night. Light banter and teasing leads to more intimate moments between you two.

Word Count: 2170

Warnings: OOC Niragi, language, mentions of death, sexual content, penetration, biting, name calling, masochism, degradation, fingering, praise, begging, and some hair pulling.

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It wasn't meant to turn out this way. You and Niragi had barely made it out of the game alive. Now, instead of driving back to the Beach in victory, you were journeying through the empty city on foot because, of course the keys had been left on a dead player and were too risky to retrieve.

"Remind me again, why I let you talk me into switching to your group?" You grumbled, glancing at Niragi as you trekked through the dimly lit streets.

"Because you're hopeless without me." He shot back, smirking despite the exhaustion in his steps. You rolled your eyes, adjusting your grip on the backpack slung over your shoulder.

"Right, because you're the poster child for good decisions." You two had been walking for what felt like hours. The cold night air danced against your skin and your muscled ached from the demanding game earlier.

You weren't sure how much longer you could keep going. Niragi didn't seem too thrilled at the thought of continuing all the way back to the Beach either, although he would never admit it outright.

Eventually, you spotted an old, abandoned building up ahead. Unlike many other buildings, it seemed mostly intact. It looked like it must've been a shop or cafe, but now it was just another hollow shell in the Borderlands.

"Hey, that looks good enough." You say, motioning towards the building. "We can stop and rest there for tonight." You began making your way to your safe haven of the night without waiting for a response.

"Fine." Niragi sighed, catching up to you. For once, he didn't argue. He was definitely tired too. "Don't go falling asleep. There's not a chance I'm taking first watch."

Inside the building wasn't much different from the outside. It was dusty, cold, and lit only by the moonlight filtering through broken windows. Still, it was better than wandering aimlessly through the city at night. You found a pile of old blankets folded neatly on the counter. They were probably left by someone who had been camping there before.

"Toss me one." Niragi hollered to you, sitting against the wall with a grunt. Instead of gently handing it over, like a normal person, you balled up a blanket and threw it at his head.

"What the hell?!" He let out a muffled yell as the blanket hit him square in the face. He yanked it off, glaring at you with an irritated expression.

"Oops." You said, innocently, trying to hide the grin playing at your lips. "Sorry. My aim is shit when I'm feeling so tired." You picked up a blanket for yourself, wrapping it around your shoulders as you approached him.

"Your ass is lucky I'm too tired to get up and strangle you right now." He muttered, with no real threat in his voice. You sat down against the wall beside him. The air was freezing, and even with the added layer, you could feel the chill seeping in.

Glancing at Niragi, you notice him shivering slightly, despite his attempts to look unbothered. Without a word, you shuffled closer, throwing half your blanket over him.

"What are you doing?" He stiffened immediately, giving you a suspicious look.

"Relax. I'm not gonna bite. Not unless you want me to." You teased. "You just look like you're about to turn into an icicle or something." He stared at you incredulously.

"You... You're annoying. You know that?" He said, ultimately deciding not to push you away. His body relaxed as he shifted slightly closer to you. You raise an eyebrow, grinning at him. "Relax. I just don't feel like freezing tonight, okay?"

You hum in acknowledgement before a comfortable silence fills the air between you. The shared warmth made the cold of the night slightly more bearable. Every so often, you would catch Niragi glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

"Why aren't you scared of me?" He asked suddenly, his voice quieter than usual. You turned your head to look at him, slightly surprised by the question.

"I dunno." You answer honestly. It's true, you aren't scared of him, despite everything. "I mean, I know you're just as bad as everyone says, but not to me. Do I personally got a reason to be afraid of you? Should I sleep with an eye open tonight?"

He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it with a thoughtful expression. You wonder what he was going to say before he stopped himself.

"You're really annoying." He muttered after a moment. You chuckle, leaning your head against the wall. If you didn't know any better, you could've sworn you saw a soft smile on his lips.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say." You scoff. "We both know you'd be painfully bored without me." You scoot closer to him, your body searching for warmth.

"You keep acting like you know me so well." He murmured. "You're not scared of what I could do?" There's practically no space between you, and it's almost like he's whispering in your ear.

"I just don't think you'd do anything to hurt me." You reply, your eyes meeting his.

"So, you've either got crazy guts, or you're just unbelievably stupid." You could feel his warm breath hitting your face, and you couldn't help but crave more of his heat.

"Maybe both." You leaned closer, your heart racing as you felt the tip of his nose brush against yours. "I guess that makes us a pretty good match, huh?"

Wordlessly, his hand reached up, brushing against your cheek in a way that was surprisingly gentle for someone like him. You shivered at his touch.

You weren't quite sure who moved first, but before you could overthink it, you found yourselves closing the distance. Your lips met in a rough, but strangely tender kiss.

His hand shift to your scalp, pulling you deeper into the kiss as his tongue slips into your mouth. You can feel the warmth building in your chest as his other hands reaches for the hem of your shirt.

He bites down lightly on your lower lip, earning a yelp to escape from your throat. He chuckled, pulling back for a moment to look at your face. There is a flash of possessiveness in his eyes as he crawls on top of you, carefully laying you beneath him.

Fortunately, the blankets are large enough to still cover both of your bodies. Yet, it somehow didn't matter. You already felt warm enough with his right hand acting as a cushion between your head and the ground, and his left hand snaking up your shirt.

"Cozy?" He asked with a grin. You'd heard the rumors of how rough Niragi could be. However, it felt as though you were seeing a slightly different side of him. Beneath it all, he cared about you. He cared about your comfort and your warmth.

You nod, a similar smile on your face. Niragi lowered his face to yours, peppering kisses along your jawline before reaching your neck. He wanted to mark you. He wanted everyone on the Beach to see you covered in hickies and bruises belonging to him. So, he did exactly that.

He kissed and licked at your neck and collarbone. Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging it slightly as if begging to feel more of his body.

"Are you really so cold, princess?" He teased as he pinched at one of your nipples. You let out a gasp, and he began to pull your shirt higher and higher until your chest was exposed to him.

In his left hand, ne began kneading at your breast while his mouth worked on the other. You felt your arousal growing, and you wrapped your legs around his hips. He growled, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

"Fuck..." He whispered, pulling his mouth off you. You shivered; your cold wet skin exposed to the chilly air. "You're intoxicating." He grumbled, reaching for the hem of your pants. You quickly assisted him in removing your clothes, your heart racing with anticipation.

Niragi shifted his weight to one side, lifting two fingers to your lips expectantly. You opened your mouth, allowing him to push his fingers against your tongue.

"Suck, like a good girl." He commanded; his voice low with desire. You did exactly as you were told, sucking and likcing his fingers until they were properly lubricated. He pulled his fingers from your mouth, lowering them to the wet warmth between your legs.

"Please..." You whimpered, the word slipping from your lips. He paused, shutting his eyes and biting his lip as if trying to control himself.

"Fuck. Do you even know how hard you've made me?" He groans, shoving his fingers inside you. You yelp as they immediately curl against your sweet spot. "All the fucking time, with all your teasing. Fuck. You make me want you so bad."

His fingers pump in and out of you, stretching you out as his lips reattach to yours. Your whimpers and moans are silenced in his mouth. You grow lightheaded, and you can tell Niragi's composure is slowly eroding away.

Your hands reach down to his belt and you unbuckle it, pulling it from his pants. His breath hitches and he pulls away from your passionate kiss. A string of saliva still connects the two of you.

"Don't start something you can't finish." He growls, his fingers still curling inside you. You bite your lip, suppressing your sounds of pleasure for a moment.

"Oh, I'll m-make sure you finish." You tease, stuttering your way through your words. He huffs, pulling his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty.

He works his way through his own clothing as you strip your remaining garments and toss them aside. In a matter of seconds, you are both completely bare and vulnerable in front of each other.

He grips at your thigh, leaving nail marks in it as he hoists your leg over his shoulder. He positions himself at your entrance, his cock already leaking precum.

With the quick motion of his hips, he begins pushing into you, making you feel fuller than ever before. He bottoms out, suppressing a moan behind his thinly shut lips.

"Please, Niragi." You whine, rolling your hips. He inhales sharply, squeezing his nails so roughly against your skin that you believe it may bleed. "...Move."

"Yeah?" He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours as he pulls back, then thrusts forward. You squeak with pleasure as he repeats the action. "You want me to move? Alright, slut. I'll give you exactly what you're asking for."

The way he pounds into you is animalistic. Possessive. It's impossible to contain the moans flowing from your lips as you take him. Your nails dig into his back, leaving scratch marks which will remain in his skin for several days.

"You squeeze around m-me so good. F-Fuck." His voice quakes in your ear. "Like y-you're sucking me in. Such a fucking whore. So desperate f-for my cock."

His sweat drips onto you, but you couldn't care less. Your mind is swirling from the pleasure, and you're locked in on the sounds of your wet skin slapping against his. The warmth and passion are overwhelming.

"Niragi!" You whimper, breathlessly. "P-Please- I'm so close!" You beg as he drops your leg off his shoulder, allowing him to press his chest against yours. You lock your legs around his hips, as if pleading for him to keep going.

"Shit." He gasps, wrapping his arms around you. "Me too, princess." His thrusts grow sloppy and his breaths shorter. "Beg for it, my good girl."

"P-Please!" You can feel the pressure building as you beg for your release. "Fuck- Please Niragi! Please let me cum- Please! I n-need to c-cum, please!"

"A-Ah-" His thrusts stutter as he twitches inside you. "Fuck- Cum for me, baby." He huffs before pressing his lips against yours.

He continues messily thrusting into you as you both ride out your highs, his seed spilling inside you. He moans in your mouth, pulling away from the kiss as he pulls out of you, combined liquids spilling out of your body.

His trembling body slumped beside you. Never before had you seen Niragi so drained of energy. Slowly, your heart calmed, and your breathing slowed back to normal.

You rested against his side, enveloped up in the warmth of shared blankets and lingering closeness. Niragi didn't have much to say, but he wrapped his arm firmly around you, holding you in an oddly comforting way.

"You're still annoying." He exhaled, but there was no malice in his tone. Only exhaustion and playful teasing. You chuckle, nestling closer to him.

"You're still pretending like you don't like me." You shoot back, but the comment falls on deaf ears. Niragi has already drifted into a rare, but peaceful sleep.

Maybe the Borderlands was cold and cruel, but at least you had found some warmth in each other.

[realisticjupiter]

HEYHIHIHEYHELLLO <33333

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

Feel free to reject if it's too much

-𓆉anon77

HEADCANONS: CHISHIYA & NIRAGI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[ankababy]

A Home (part 5)

Part 1 Part 4

Chishiya x reader x Niragi

Let’s get to know the boys!

The apartment was silent when you stepped inside.

But the boys were there, waiting for you.

Chishiya on one end of the couch, relaxed, head tilted slightly like he had already worked everything out before you even opened the door.

And Niragi—

Yeah.

He looked pissed.

Not his usual smug, teasing irritation, but real, seething anger. His jaw was tight, his arms stretched across the back of the couch like he was forcing himself to stay put.

You barely got the door closed before he was talking.

“Where the fuck were you?”

No softness. No teasing. No game.

You blinked. You expected this. But you also knew you had nothing to hide.

“I had to play.” you told him, voice even. “You know how it is.”

Niragi scoffed, eyes narrowing. He did know. And that was the problem.

You barely had time to take a step before he was in front of you, looking down at you.

“Alone?” he demanded. His voice was low, but there was heat in it. A growing fire. “And didn’t fucking tell me?”

There was no playfulness in it, no crude jokes. He wasn’t taunting you.

He was angry.

And… you understood why.

Niragi wasn’t used to this. He wasn’t used to people caring. The people in his life before—whoever they were—never really did.

He had spent so long being expendable. Disposable.

And now?

Now, you.

You, sneaking out on him, leaving him behind.

He wouldn’t say it, but you knew—deep down, beneath all that cruelty, something in him felt abandoned.

Still, you stood your ground.

“I came back, didn’t I?” you said, voice softer now. “I was fine.”

His eyes flashed, and he let out a short, mocking laugh.

“Oh, yeah?” He leaned in closer, towering over you. “And what if you weren’t, huh? What if you got fucking shot, or jumped, or—or whatever the fuck? You think I’d just sit here and wait for your cold-ass body to come back?”

You stared up at him, his words sinking in.

He meant that. Every word of it.

This wasn’t just about control. He didn’t want to own you—he wanted to keep you.

And not in that twisted, possessive, cruel way he had once thought was love.

This was something else. Something messier.

Something that meant he didn’t know what the fuck to do with himself.

You reached out, brushing your fingers against his arm. Just barely. Carefully.

He tensed. Didn’t pull away.

“I’m sorry.” you said, voice sincere. “I just didn’t want you to get hurt.”

A beat of silence.

And then—Niragi laughed. Short, sharp, disbelieving. Not mockingly. Not cruelly.

Like he couldn’t believe you meant that.

Like he didn’t know how to accept it.

You cared about him. Him.

What the fuck was he supposed to do with that?

He shook his head, stepping back, running a hand through his hair, restless.

“Fucking idiot.” he muttered. He didn’t know what else to say.

You glanced past him, finally meeting Chishiya’s eyes.

He was watching. Not surprised, not upset. Just watching. He didn’t say anything.

Didn’t have to.

You took a breath, let the tension settle, and then, as if nothing had just happened, you smiled. “Do you guys want something to eat?”

Niragi scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“No.” The answer was flat, blunt. He didn’t even look at you when he said it, already turning toward the hallway. “I’m going to bed.”

That was it.

No more yelling, no more threats. He was done.

You watched him go, his movements tense. He didn’t slam his door this time, but the way it clicked shut still felt too final.

You let out a soft breath.

Then—

“I do.”

You turned your head.

Chishiya.

Oh, Chishiya.

Your smile returned, softer now. “Alright.”

And just like that, you headed for the kitchen.

No hesitation. No questioning it.

Because if he was actually asking for something, if he actually wanted something, then you weren’t going to ignore it. Not him.

You moved quietly, opening cabinets, pulling things out. The apartment was still stocked well enough from your last run, and you always made sure to have something easy for him.

As you worked, you glanced toward the living room. “How long were you guys waiting?”

Chishiya stretched out on the couch, getting more comfortable. “A while.”

That wasn’t really an answer, but you didn’t push. Instead, you asked, “What’s up?”

He raised a brow.

You elaborated, “Like… what’s going on? You both just looked at me when I walked in like I ruined something.”

“Maybe you did.”

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head. “If I did, it was something bad.”

He let out a small, quiet sound. Almost a laugh.

And you cherished it.

You kept talking as you moved, keeping the energy light. Soft. Warm. Because that’s what you did. You made things easier, softer. Even after a confrontation like that, even after Niragi’s anger, you were still… you.

Still an angel.

You didn’t ask why they were waiting. You didn’t ask why he stayed out here when he could have easily gone to bed. You just… accepted it.

And that, more than anything, was why he stayed.

From the couch, Chishiya watched. He didn’t really move, didn’t react much, but you felt his gaze on you, felt that familiar weight of his attention.

You liked when he talked, though. Even if it was short answers, cute little sentences. Even if you had to pull them out of him sometimes.

So, you kept talking. “Do you think Niragi’s still mad?”

Chishiya didn’t even hesitate. “Obviously.”

You huffed a little laugh. “Yeah, I figured.”

Silence for a moment.

Then, casually, like it was just an observation, he said, “Not that he really has a reason to be.”

You blinked, turning to look at him.

He wasn’t looking at you now, just stretched out on the couch like he couldn’t care less, arms behind his head, completely relaxed. But he’d said it.

You tilted your head. “What do you mean?”

“Just that he has no reason to be this pissed about it.”

You raised a brow, stirring the food. “I mean, I did sneak out.”

He barely reacted. “So?”

You let out a soft breath. So?

“Well,” you shrugged. “he said he wanted to come with me next time, and I went without him.”

Chishiya finally glanced at you, flat, unimpressed. “And?”

You smiled a little. “And that’s a good reason to be mad, no?”

He scoffed. “Not really.”

You huffed a quiet laugh.

His tone was so dismissive, so completely unbothered. Like he genuinely couldn’t understand why Niragi was this worked up.

It was weird.

Weird because… it kind of felt like he was on your side.

You didn’t even know if that was the right way to put it, because Chishiya didn’t take sides. Not like that. Not in a way that meant anything.

But still…he was making it clear.

You weren’t the one being unreasonable here.

He could have taken this moment to tear into you, to say something mean, something cutting, to make it clear that he didn’t care about your choices or Niragi’s anger. But instead, he was just… stating facts.

No reason for Niragi to be this pissed.

And that was that.

Your chest felt warm.

You smiled softly, turning back to the food. “That’s nice of you to say.”

He let out a small, amused breath. “Wasn’t trying to be nice.”

“Still counts.”

You heard a quiet exhale, something that might have been the smallest, faintest laugh.

God.

You loved when he did that.

And he made you think.

And you were good at thinking.

Chishiya was a puzzle that people often didn’t even bother trying to solve. Not because he was impossible, but because he made himself seem impossible. Most people gave up before they even started.

You didn’t.

He wasn’t actually that complicated.

Not to you, at least.

Because he reminded you of a certain type of patient you’d met before. The ones who were too self-aware for their own good. The ones who understood themselves better than most but refused to let that knowledge change them.

Chishiya knew exactly what he was. It was one of the reasons why he was so calm, so detached. Why he didn’t see the point in getting emotional. He understood that emotions were just variables. Just inconveniences. And he didn’t like inconveniences.

But what interested you most about him was how he was empty.

You’d seen that before, too—people who lacked anything. People who only mimicked, only played along.

But Chishiya didn’t mimic.

He didn’t care enough to. He was just… watching. Always watching. And the thing was—he wasn’t cruel, either. Sure, he could be cold and detached, blunt to the point of being mean, but he wasn’t actively cruel.

He didn’t get joy from hurting people.

That was the biggest difference between him and Niragi.

Niragi wanted control because control was the only thing that made him feel safe. He wanted people under his thumb, he wanted them afraid, because that way, they couldn’t hurt him first.

But Chishiya?

He didn’t care.

He didn’t need people afraid of him.

He just needed them predictable.

People were easier to deal with when you already knew what they were going to do.

You glanced over at him as he stretched out further on the couch, so comfortable, so unbothered. He was watching you again.

You met his gaze, soft and bright as always, before you turned back to the food.

Maybe you were an inconvenience to him.

But he still let you in.

That meant something, didn’t it?

It didn’t take long to finish cooking, and when you finally plated the food, you walked over, setting his plate down gently on the coffee table.

You smiled, tilting your head. “Enjoy.”

He looked at the plate, then up at you.

You didn’t stay, though. You turned and started walking back to your room.

“You’re not eating?”

You glanced back, still walking. “Not hungry.”

And then you disappeared into your room, shutting the door behind you.

Huh.

~

The morning light filtered in through the windows, casting soft golden lines across the counter where you sat, fingers lightly drumming against the surface. Your thoughts were distant, unfocused, floating somewhere between the past and the present, between here and… elsewhere.

The apartment was quiet.

Chishiya was nowhere to be seen—maybe still in his room, maybe just existing somewhere out of sight. And Niragi… well, if he hadn’t stormed into the living room yet, it meant he was either still asleep or still angry.

You weren’t sure which was better.

Your mind wandered back to last night, to the way his hands had twitched like he was barely keeping himself together. His anger had always been violent, unstable, irrational. But last night had been different. He hadn’t exploded like you thought he would.

He had just left.

And Chishiya…he had been more present than usual. It was subtle, but you noticed it.

Maybe you were reading too much into things.

Maybe not.

You sighed, rubbing at your temples before resting your chin against your palm.

Then, the sound of footsteps.

Heavy, slow, dragging footsteps.

You glanced up just as Niragi walked into the room, hair messy, eyes still carrying the weight of sleep. He rolled his shoulders back as he walked, one hand lifting to rub lazily at the side of his neck.

But he wasn’t angry.

Not anymore.

Still sharp-edged, still carrying that air of cruelty, but not shouting. Not pacing.

Your lips parted slightly in mild surprise, but you quickly recovered, offering him a soft smile as he made his way to the fridge, yanking it open without a word.

You tilted your head. “Morning.”

He let out a low grunt in response, eyes scanning the inside of the fridge with clear dissatisfaction. He pulled out a bottle of water, twisted off the cap, and took a slow sip before glancing at you.

“You look like shit.”

A small laugh escaped you. “Good morning to you, too.”

He leaned against the counter, resting his weight on one arm as he lazily watched you. His gaze flickered over your face, then down to your hands on the counter, then back up.

“You gonna sit there all day looking pathetic or what?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless. At least he was calm.

“You hungry?” you asked, shifting forward slightly.

He scoffed, taking another sip of water. “Maybe.”

That was good enough for you.

Without hesitation, you slid off the stool and walked toward the kitchen, already moving to prepare something.

At least he wasn’t fucking shouting at you anymore.

Niragi watched as you moved around the kitchen. He didn’t say anything, just stood there, tapping his fingers against the water bottle, gaze following your every motion.

It was strange—having him quiet.

Not angry, not picking a fight, just watching.

Maybe something had shifted last night.

Maybe he just wasn’t awake enough to be an asshole yet.

Either way, you’d take it.

You stood at the counter, one hand holding up two different spice bottles as you turned to face Niragi. “Which one?”

He didn’t answer.

He just… stared.

But it wasn’t an ordinary stare, wasn’t an annoyed glare, wasn’t one of his usual mean spirited looks. No, this was something else entirely. His brows pinched just slightly, his mouth pressed into a firm line, eyes narrowing in a way that made you realize—

He wasn’t glaring at the spices.

He was trying to read them.

The realization struck you quietly, an almost invisible shift in your expression as you put the pieces together.

Your lips parted slightly before you spoke, keeping your voice casual, light, teasing even. “You look like you’re trying to set them on fire with your mind.”

Niragi scoffed immediately, but the corner of his mouth twitched, like he was slightly aware he had been caught. “Shut up.”

You tilted your head, fingers rolling the spice bottles in your hands. “Or maybe…” you trailed off for a second, letting your words sit before finishing. “you can’t read them.”

His face immediately twisted into a scowl, eyes snapping toward yours. “The fuck are you talking about?”

You smiled at him, gentle, patient. “You’re squinting.”

“I’m not squinting.”

“You are.”

“I—” He stopped.

Oh. He had just noticed.

You hummed, watching him as you slowly lowered the spices. “You need glasses, don’t you?”

Niragi rolled his eyes so hard you thought he might actually sprain something. “I don’t need them.”

You weren’t convinced. Not even a little.

You turned to set the spices down, switching gears seamlessly. “So, what happened? Did you break them?”

He didn’t answer.

You glanced over your shoulder, watching the way he tensed slightly, fingers tightening around the water bottle in his hand.

Oh. Oh.

“You don’t have them.” you stated, voice softer now, more certain.

His jaw clenched. “Don’t need them that much.”

Liar.

You turned fully to face him again, eyes flickering over his expression, over the discomfort in his body language.

The squinting, the reluctance, the complete avoidance of the subject—it wasn’t just that he didn’t have them.

He didn’t want them.

And why?

Glasses weren’t something to be embarrassed about. He had no issues with his piercings, his scars, his everything—so why this?

Your mind ticked over the possibilities. Maybe he thought they made him look weak, or maybe he had needed them when he was younger and never got them, maybe someone made him feel less because of them, maybe—

Hm.

You let it go.

For now.

Instead, you gave him a knowing smile, voice still sweet as ever. “Well, good thing you have me to read things for you.”

His eyes narrowed immediately. “No, I don’t.”

You giggled. Giggled. Like his threats were nothing. Like he was nothing to be afraid of. It was… irritating. In a way he didn’t know how to name.

You turned back to the food, but Niragi was still watching you. Watching the way you moved, the way your shoulders relaxed, the way you didn’t push further.

People always pushed.

Always made it a thing. Always had something to say, something to pick apart, some dumbass reason to act like they understood him.

But you didn’t.

You just… let it be.

And it was weird.

He stayed silent for a moment, watching as you reached for the spice he definitely couldn’t read and sprinkled it over the food, completely unfazed by his presence.

Then, you glanced at him again, as casual as ever. “So, are you gonna help me get plates out, or are you just gonna stand there looking pretty?”

Niragi blinked. “You’re so fucking weird.”

And yet, he didn’t leave.

“Just grab two plates.”

Niragi didn’t answer right away, and you expected some kind of retort—some kind of bite about how you were bossing him around.

But instead? He just… did it. No grumbling. No complaints. No dramatic sighs about how you should do it yourself.

He just grabbed the plates.

You paused for a fraction of a second, brows lifting slightly, eyes flicking toward him. “Wow.” you said. “You’re behaving.”

Niragi immediately rolled his eyes, plates clicking softly as he set them down. “Don’t make it weird.”

You grinned. “Oh, but it is weird. I feel like I should document this moment.” You gasped, dramatic. “Maybe even frame it.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Shut up.”

You giggled, placing the last bit of food on the plates before nudging one toward him. “Here.”

He didn’t thank you. Of course, he didn’t.

But you didn’t expect him to.

You just smiled, moving to place another plate where Chishiya usually sat.

“Where’s your food?” Niragi’s voice cut in.

You blinked, glancing toward him. “Hm?”

He jerked his chin toward the plates. “That’s only two.”

“Oh.” you said, as if you had just realized. “I’m not hungry.”

Niragi’s gaze lingered on you for a second longer than it should have. Then, he clicked his tongue. “Whatever.”

And that was it.

That was all.

You weren’t sure what you had expected.

But as you turned away, moving toward the cabinets, you could still feel his eyes on you. Like he wasn’t quite sure what to make of you.

Like he was figuring something out.

And you? You just kept moving. You passed by Niragi, you reached out, fingers soft as they brushed through his dark hair. A gentle motion, slow and intentional, like the touch itself carried a quiet affection.

“Be good.” you said lightly, fingers giving the tiniest scritch at his scalp.

Niragi made a sound. Something between a scoff and a huff, like he couldn’t decide whether to be annoyed or just accept it. You knew which one he settled on, though.

“I’m always good.” he muttered, tilting his head just slightly toward your touch.

You smiled, because he totally wasn’t.

Then, you pulled away and walked toward your room, leaving him there, plate of food in front of him, mind churning.

…Niragi didn’t flinch away.

That was the first thing he noticed.

He hadn’t even tensed, hadn’t pulled back, hadn’t made a move to get your hand off of him when you touched him.

Not like before.

Not like the first time you had reached for him, when he had told you to not fucking touch him.

He had meant it back then. Meant it with full intent. It hadn’t been an empty snap, not a meaningless show of aggression. He hadn’t wanted hands on him, not even yours.

But now? Now, he sat at the table, fingers gripping the edge of the plate, jaw ticking slightly as he realized—

He hadn’t minded it.

No. Worse.

He had leaned into it.

Tilted his head toward your fingers like he actually wanted it.

Like a dog begging for affection. Pathetic.

His grip on the plate tightened, and he exhaled through his nose.

That was the thing about Niragi. He was mindful. Every thought, every decision—he didn’t make them blindly. He was aware of himself in ways most people weren’t. He knew why he lashed out, why he bit down, why he burned people before they could burn him. It wasn’t random. It wasn’t just some mindless violence.

He wasn’t that fucking stupid.

So he knew what this was.

What you were.

Something inside of him, something deep and buried—it liked you. It wanted you.

Not in a sexual way, though he wouldn’t be opposed to that, either.

But in a way that was… sickening.

Because if he wanted you, if he wanted this, that meant something in him could want at all.

And Niragi had spent a long, long time telling himself he didn’t.

Because wanting led to losing.

And he was so fucking sick of losing.

So when his first instinct was to move away from you, he did it. Every other time, he did it. Because that was the right call, the smart thing. Keep people at a distance, keep yourself from needing anything from them.

But this time? He hadn’t.

He had let you touch him.

Worse—he had let himself like it.

He grit his teeth and forced his hands to relax.

It was fine.

It was fine.

You didn’t know what he was thinking. And as long as he was aware, as long as he controlled it, as long as he didn’t let it get to him—it would be fine.

And Niragi knew exactly what he was doing. Every single time.

Every word that came out of his mouth, every movement he made, every decision—all of it was thought through. Even when he was cruel, even when he was reckless, even when he was violent, even when he was shooting around and screaming, there was always a reason.

And that included you.

That included the way he got you to touch him even when he pretended he didn’t want you to.

Because he did.

He just… didn’t understand why.

He thought about it now, sitting at the table, food in front of him, mind still lingering on the feel of your fingers in his hair.

The other times. The excuses. The bullshit reasons he pulled out just to get your hands on him.

Actually deeply liking it started the day he shot that man, you held his face in your hands, eyes so worried, so sweet, voice gentle when you asked if he was okay—and he had remembered.

Remembered how warm your hands were. How soft.

So he had said it. His neck hurts. Could you check it?

It had been bullshit. A flimsy excuse. His neck was fine. But you had believed him, fallen for it, and he had stood there, enjoying it, while your fingers moved over his skin.

That should’ve been it.

But it wasn’t.

He would do it again. And again.

Little things. Stupid things. On purpose. His shoulder would be sore. His side would be stiff. His wrist would hurt. Could you check? Could you fix it?

And every single time, you would.

Because every single time, you touched him so gently, like he was something fragile instead of something ruined.

And he let you.

He let himself want it.

But he didn’t know why. Didn’t know what the urge was. What part of him needed it.

Because he wasn’t some desperate loser looking for affection. He wasn’t some lonely, broken thing hoping someone would care.

He didn’t fucking need that.

Right?

His fingers curled into a fist.

It didn’t matter.

It didn’t.

Because as long as you didn’t know—as long as you kept falling for it every time he threw out some shitty excuse—then it wasn’t real.

Then it wasn’t something he actually wanted.

And if it wasn’t something he wanted, then he couldn’t lose it.

And if he couldn’t lose it, then it couldn’t hurt him.

It was fine.

It was fine.

~

You had your little plate of cookies in hand as you walked back into your room, chewing idly on one, still lost in your own head.

Afternoon had settled in, quiet and warm, the apartment holding onto that strange peace it sometimes found in the still moments between. Chishiya was nowhere to be seen, probably tucked away in whatever corner he liked to disappear to, and Niragi—

Well.

Niragi was in your room.

And he was going through your stuff.

You stopped in the doorway, eyebrows lifting slightly, watching as he rifled through your things like he had every right to.

Okay. What the fuck.

The audacity. The sheer, unapologetic audacity.

You should’ve yelled. You should’ve grabbed something and thrown it at his head, told him to get out, to mind his own fucking business.

But… you didn’t.

You just watched, chewing your cookie as he pulled open one of your drawers, sifting through whatever you had tucked away, completely undeterred by your presence.

He didn’t even look up.

“You seriously own this much girly shit?” He scoffed, picking up a tiny bottle of perfume, turning it over in his fingers. “What do you even need this for? You tryin’ to impress someone?”

You made a small noise in your throat, walking past him to set your plate down on your desk. “I like them.” you said simply. “They smell nice.”

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head like he found that incredibly stupid, but he still twisted the cap off, sniffing it. His nose scrunched up immediately, and he shoved it back into the drawer. “Fucking hell, that’s sweet.”

You laughed. “Yeah? You don’t like it?”

“Smells like something a little girl would wear.”

You hummed, plopping down onto your bed, still watching as he kept going. He had zero shame. He was picking up whatever caught his eye, tossing aside anything that didn’t, fingers trailing through the small, personal things you’d collected.

This should’ve annoyed you.

It didn’t.

Because this was Niragi. And Niragi had no fucking boundaries.

You knew this by now.

He pulled something out—a tube of lip gloss, clear with a subtle shimmer—and turned to you, holding it up like it was some kind of evidence. “You actually put this shit on?”

You blinked at him. “Sometimes.”

He smirked. “What, trying to look pretty?”

“Trying? I thought I already was.”

That actually made him pause.

His eyes flickered over you, something unreadable in them, before he clicked his tongue again and tossed the gloss onto your desk. “Cocky.”

You only smiled, watching as he kept going.

It was interesting.

Because Niragi was a taker. He took things. Things he wanted, things he thought he deserved, things just to see if he could get away with it.

And here he was, going through your stuff, taking in the pieces of you he’d never bothered to see before.

It was… almost funny.

You were right here, watching him, letting him do it, and that fact alone seemed to make him even more bold.

Because if you weren’t stopping him, then why should he?

You sat there, completely unbothered, still chewing idly on your cookie as Niragi—without hesitation, without even a flicker of shame—switched drawers.

And oh.

Oh.

He found the underwear drawer.

Lace, silk, soft little things in all kinds of colors. Personal. Intimate.

He paused for half a second. Not out of guilt, definitely not out of anything resembling decency—just surprise. Like he hadn’t actually expected to find something interesting, but now that he had, well—he might as well keep going.

And you still didn’t stop him. You just sat there, watching him, curious about what he’d do.

Because you knew Niragi.

You knew exactly the kind of shit he’d say.

“Oh-ho, look at this.” He plucked out a delicate cute little piece, holding it up between two fingers, like he was appraising it.

Lace-trimmed, soft, very pretty.

He turned to you, a wide, shameless grin stretching across his face. “Give me a little spin in this, sweetheart.”

You blinked at him. “Nah. You give me a spin in it.”

His grin twitched. Just a flicker, like he hadn’t expected you to turn that on him so quickly. And then he was laughing. “The fuck? You want me to wear this?”

You shrugged. “You’re the one holding it up.”

He scoffed, tossing it back into the drawer. “Yeah, no thanks. Not my size.”

“Shame.” you mused. “I think you’d look cute.”

That made him laugh again as he dug further through the drawer, clearly enjoying this way too much.

“Damn, look at all this fancy shit.” He pulled out another one, stretching the waistband between his fingers. “Who the fuck sees this, huh? Just wearing this around the house for fun?”

You hummed. “Maybe.”

His gaze flicked up to you. “Yeah? Just sittin’ around all dolled up, waiting for someone to take a peek?”

“You’re the only one peeking, Niragi.”

And there it was again—that half-second pause.

Like something in your words hit just right.

Because you were right.

You weren’t stopping him. You weren’t yelling at him, throwing a fit, shoving him away.

You were letting him. Letting him look. Letting him dig through the little parts of you that were meant to be private, meant to be untouched.

“Yeah.” he said, voice smooth, smug, like he was tasting victory. “Guess I am.”

But even then, you weren’t annoyed. You weren’t embarrassed. You just smiled, tilting your head slightly. “You gonna put everything back when you’re done, or am I gonna have to make you fold them too?”

He snorted. “You think I’m the type to clean up after myself?”

“No.” you admitted. “But you are the type to do it if I ask real nice.”

And fuck him, he knew you were right.

You leaned forward slightly, still watching him rifle through your things, fingers curling through lace and silk like he had any business being there.

“Do you even know how to fold clothes?”

Niragi stopped.

Just a brief hesitation, barely even a second. But you saw it. His fingers twitched around a pair of panties before he scoffed, tossing them back into the drawer like they weren’t worth his time. “Of course I do.”

Oh, that was a lie.

A really bad one, too.

You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? You sure?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not a fucking idiot.”

You smiled. “That’s not what I asked.”

He clicked his tongue. He was getting annoyed. Not in an actual angry way, but in that I don’t like where this is going kind of way.

“So if I tell you to fold something, you’ll do it right?”

Silence.

For just a second too long.

You grinned. “You don’t know how.”

Niragi’s jaw clenched. Like the fact that you caught him was some unforgivable crime.

You stood up, brushing crumbs off your fingers as you stepped forward.

“Alright.”

You reached into the drawer, plucked a pair of panties right from the mess he made, and held them out to him. “I’ll teach you.”

Niragi stared. Not in a flustered way, not even in the way a normal person would if someone just casually pulled out their underwear and held it up for a fucking lesson.

Just… blankly.

Like he was watching something so bizarre, so fucking ridiculous, that he was trying to decide if he even wanted to be part of it.

“You’re serious?”

You nodded. “Dead serious.”

His gaze flicked between you and the panties in your hand. Then he grinned. “You just wanted an excuse to show me your little pretty shit, huh?”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up and pay attention.”

And—surprisingly—he did.

Or, at least, he didn’t walk away.

Which meant he was interested.

You sat back down on the edge of your bed, smoothing out the soft fabric over your lap. And as you carefully folded them over once, then twice, tucking in the sides, you spoke.

“So?” You glanced up at him. “You really never learned how to fold clothes?”

He scoffed. “Didn’t need to.”

“No one ever made you?”

A beat. Then, a short, half-assed shrug. “Not my problem.”

You hummed.

That… was a dodge.

Which meant there was more to it.

You ran your fingers over the folded fabric, considering him.

Niragi wasn’t helpless. He wasn’t the type of guy to let things go. If he wanted something, he’d get it. If he needed something, he’d take it.

So if he really never learned how to fold clothes…that meant he never had to.

Which meant either no one taught him, or no one ever let him.

Or maybe…maybe if he ever did, he got laughed at for it.

You kept that to yourself, though. Instead, you held out the neatly folded panties to him. “Your turn.”

He made a face. “The fuck am I supposed to do with that?”

You smiled. “Try.”

And for whatever reason—Niragi actually did. He snatched up another pair from the drawer, mocking your movements as he folded it once, then twice, then—

Yeah. No.

That was bad.

He glanced at you, waiting for you to judge him.

And when you didn’t, when you just sat there, nodding like that was actually a real attempt, he squinted. “That’s it?”

“Mhm.” You reached out, straightening one of the folds. “That’s better.”

He watched you fix it, quiet for a second.

“You’re so fucking weird, you know that?”

You laughed. “I know.”

You leaned back on your hands, still watching him hold the folded pair of panties in his hands. He looked so unimpressed. Like he was above this. Like he was too good for something as basic as folding clothes.

But he still did it. That was the part you liked.

You tilted your head, your voice light, teasing. “See? Not so hard.”

Niragi scoffed, tossing the fabric back into the drawer like it had offended him. “Yeah, yeah. Look at me, I’m a proper little housewife now.”

You smiled. “You’re getting there.”

His nose scrunched. Like he could physically feel how much he hated that sentence.

God, he was funny.

“So, what, you’re into this kind of stuff? Teaching people? Making them your little pets?” He murmured, sitting down next to you on your bed.

You laughed softly. “You think I see you as a pet?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You treat me like one.”

“Oh?” You leaned forward slightly, resting your chin on your hand. “And how’s that?”

He snorted. “Always telling me to behave. Always talking to me like I’m some kind of fucking problem you need to fix.”

Your smile didn’t falter. “Maybe because you are.”

You watched the way his body stiffened just a little. The way his fingers twitched like he wanted to lash out. “Yeah? And what, you gonna fix me, little therapist?”

Oh.

That hit something. Not because of the words. But because of the tone.

That wasn’t just mockery.

That was defensive.

Like you were picking at something inside of him.

And Niragi didn’t like that.

He was so much more than just a violent, shameless little shit. He had depth, real deep-seated issues, a tangled mess of things he would never talk about. And the second you touched even the edge of it—

He bit.

You smiled. “I don’t need to fix you.”

He stared.

“I just like you how you are.”

Something flickered. Something subtle. Something in his chest itched.

But before he could even process it, you reached out and smoothed a hand over his head, fingers threading lightly through his hair.

He froze.

His first instinct was to jerk away. To shove you off, to tell you to fuck off.

But he didn’t.

He just sat there, body tense, letting you do it.

He wasn’t used to that. To someone touching him so gently. Not to hurt him, not to push him, not to take something from him. Just… touching.

Like he was worth it.

It was so foreign, but fuck—

It was nice.

His brain hated it. His body loved it.

You pulled away, your smile still soft. “See? Good boy.”

There it was.

The bite.

His face twisted, and he immediately swatted at you. “Get the fuck outta here with that shit.”

You laughed, dodging back just in time. You tilted your head, watching him with a knowing smile. “What’s wrong? You don’t like compliments?”

Niragi scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Not when they come with some weird ass ‘good boy’ bullshit.”

“Oh?” You leaned forward slightly, resting your chin on your palm. “So you don’t like being told you’re good?”

His jaw twitched.

He didn’t like that question.

Because it wasn’t about the words. It was about the implication.

That he never heard it before.

That he didn’t believe it when he did.

That the very idea of being ‘good’ felt so fucking foreign to him that it might as well have been a language he never learned.

Your smile softened. “You don’t think you’re good?”

His face twisted. “What is this, a fucking intervention?”

You laughed, light and easy. “I’m just curious.”

He snorted. “Yeah? Well, keep that curiosity to yourself, sweetheart.”

You didn’t. Instead, you kept watching him, your eyes warm, thoughtful.

And Niragi was waiting. Waiting for you to push. Waiting for you to ask the wrong thing. To pry too deep, to say something that would set him off.

That’s what people did. They pushed. They prodded. They dug their nails in, looking for something they could use against him.

But you—you just sat there. Watching him like you were learning him. Like you were trying to understand.

And it was so much worse. Because Niragi could handle cruelty. He could handle anger, hatred, violence.

But kindness?

That made his chest feel too tight.

That made him think.

And Niragi didn’t like thinking.

So he did what he always did when something got too real.

He bit.

“What, you wanna fix me so bad? You wanna be my little savior?”

“No.”

That caught him off guard. You were so calm about it. So genuine.

“I just want to know you.”

That—that did something.

Because nobody ever wanted to know Niragi.

People wanted to use him. They wanted him for his violence, his rage, his ability to be unhinged enough to do the things they never could. Let’s not even talk about how they didn’t want him before he turned into this. He never got anything good.

But you? You didn’t want anything. You just wanted to understand.

And he hated it.

And he liked it.

And he didn’t know what the fuck to do with that.

So instead of answering, instead of giving you something real, he just rolled his eyes and leaned back on his hands. “Yeah, well. Good luck with that.”

Your smile didn’t fade. You just kept watching him, kept learning him, like you had all the time in the world. You crossed your legs, settling i. “Alright, let’s do something.”

Niragi raised a brow. “Oh, yeah? What, you gonna teach me how to knit now?”

You smiled because sadly, he was fucking hilarious. “No. I ask, you answer. If you don’t want to, you can pass. No limit. Or, if you really don’t want to do this, you can just walk away.”

That last part—that was important.

Niragi had spent his whole life backed into corners. Every conversation, every interaction, every fight was something he was forced into—or felt like he had to start it, so he did—something he had to win or else he’d be left bleeding.

But here you were, telling him he could leave.

And fuck—that was a trap, right? Had to be.

People didn’t just give options. People pretended to give options while expecting something in return.

But you—you didn’t look like you were lying. You just looked open. Relaxed. Like you were actually okay if he walked away.

Which was so fucking stupid. Because why would you let someone like him decide how this went? He should leave. He should tell you to fuck off and walk out and pretend this never happened.

But he—he didn’t.

“Fine. Knock yourself out.”

“Okay. What’s your favorite color?”

Niragi blinked. “Pfft—are you serious?” He laughed. “That’s your first question?”

You just shrugged. “Yeah. What’s your answer?”

He smirked. “Black.”

You hummed, considering. “You know, most people say black isn’t a color. It’s the absence of color.”

He hummed. “Yeah? Well, that just makes it even better.”

You chuckled. “Alright. Next one—coffee or tea?”

“Coffee.”

“Iced or hot?”

“Hot.”

You smiled, tucking that information away. “Do you like spicy food?”

“Duh.”

“Favorite type of weather?”

He gave you a look. “What the fuck kind of question is that?”

You only smiled. “Just answer.”

He sighed dramatically, as if this was so ridiculous, but he still answered. “Summer. When it’s hot as fuck. None of that cold, shitty rain.”

You nodded. “Noted. Okay, next—what’s your worst habit?”

“I don’t have any.”

You laughed. “Oh, please.”

“No.” He grinned, all teeth. “I’m perfect.”

“Right.” You rolled your eyes. “Next—do you like animals?”

Niragi scoffed. “Who gives a shit about animals?”

“So that’s a no?”

He opened his mouth—then stopped.

Thought about it.

“Tch.” He shrugged. “I mean, some of ‘em are cool, I guess.”

“That’s practically a yes.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”

You laughed softly. “Alright, next question—school? How did it go?”

Niragi didn’t answer.

His smirk dropped. His body stilled. He didn’t scoff. He didn’t make fun of you.

He just—didn’t say anything.

And that told you everything.

You didn’t push. Didn’t pry, didn’t ask again. You just moved on. “Favorite type of music?”

He let out a breath through his nose, shifting his weight. “Loud.”

“That’s not a genre.”

“That’s my answer.”

You smiled. “Alright, loud music. Got it.”

He was aware of what you were doing. He knew you were learning him. And even though he was letting you, even though he wasn’t walking away—he couldn’t figure out why.

You tilted your head, watching the way he shifted. His expression didn’t change much, but you saw the flicker of something underneath. Something unsettled.

Something unfamiliar.

You gave him a small, gentle smile. “You did good.”

That got to him.

His face twitched. The muscles in his jaw flexed, something ugly flashing through his eyes before he scoffed.

“Tch. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You shrugged. “It means exactly what I said.”

His fingers twitched at his sides.

He felt weird.

Like something inside him was pushing and pulling at the same time.

He wanted to stay. Wanted to keep talking, keep playing this game, keep letting you pick at him.

But he also—he didn’t.

Because he was too aware of what just happened.

He let you in.

And that was—that was wrong. It was fucking stupid.

Why the fuck did he do that?

Why the fuck did he keep answering?

Why the fuck did his chest feel so fucking tight just because you told him he did good?

His face curled into a sneer, something defensive and sharp. “Pfft. Whatever.”

Then he stood and walked out.

Not a word more, not a glance back.

You just watched him go.

Because you knew.

You saw it. The moment his own mind caught up to him. The second he realized just how much he gave away.

It was fascinating.

A man like Niragi—someone who didn’t shut up, who had a fucking comeback for everything, who played every game with no shame—and yet, this made him run.

Huh.

That was interesting.

It told you a lot.

Niragi wasn’t just broken—he was trapped inside his own walls. Walls that were so thick, so ingrained in him, that even when he gave himself permission to open up—the second he realized it, he slammed them shut.

He ran from himself.

And that was—

Hm.

You exhaled softly, tapping your fingers against your knee.

Looks like you’d have to be careful with him.

You stayed there for a moment, sitting on the edge of your bed, finishing the last of your cookies, crumbs brushing off your fingers as your mind quietly replayed what had just happened.

Yeah. You’d moved something in him.

Something that made him flinch.

Not physically. Niragi didn’t flinch like that. His reactions were sharper, more defensive—like a cornered animal baring its teeth, even when there was no danger.

But this was different.

You’d crossed an invisible line. A line even he hadn’t realized existed until it was too late.

He gave too much. And his brain told him to get the fuck out before he gave any more.

You let out a soft breath, stood up, and carefully—mindfully—put everything back. The panties, the perfume bottles, the little things Niragi had plucked out of your drawers like they were toys to entertain himself with.

One by one, you returned them to their places.

Neat. Organized. Back in order.

Unlike Niragi.

~

When you were done, you padded quietly out of your room, the soft sound of your footsteps muffled by the floor.

You weren’t sure what you expected to find in the living room—Niragi, sulking on the couch, maybe? But no.

The room was empty.

But from the corner of your eye, you saw movement in the kitchen.

Chishiya.

Leaning against the counter, half-turned away, drinking from a glass of water.

Of course.

You smiled, something light and automatic, as you made your way toward him.

“Hey.” you greeted softly, leaning against the counter opposite him. “What’s up?”

He raised a brow, like the question was… unnecessary. “Drinking water.”

You laughed, soft and genuine. “I can see that.”

You liked talking to him.

Even when he didn’t give you much in return.

You tilted your head again, studying him. “How long were you out here?”

He took another sip of water before answering. “A while.”

That could mean anything with him. Minutes. Hours. He was the kind of person who could sit in silence forever and never get bored.

You tapped your fingers against your arm. “And Niragi?”

“Gone.”

You weren’t surprised.

“Did you see where he went?”

“No.”

You hummed softly. “He’ll come back.”

Chishiya gave you a look. Not skeptical. Just… observing. Like he was mentally calculating what that meant. What you meant by saying it so easily, like you already knew how Niragi worked.

Maybe you did.

“Did you guys fight?” Chishiya asked.

“No.” you said simply. “Just talked.”

His head tilted slightly. “He doesn’t talk.”

“He did this time.”

“I see.” he murmured, setting his glass down on the counter with a soft clink.

And you knew what he was thinking. That Niragi didn’t just talk to people. Not like that. Not unless there was something to gain.

Which meant he’d given you something.

Something real.

And Chishiya, being who he was, was filing that information away, quietly deciding what to make of it.

You could see the gears turning in his head, that five steps ahead mentality working overtime.

You smiled again, soft and warm, like you weren’t completely aware of the mental chess game he was already playing.

“I’m making tea.” you said suddenly, pushing off the counter. “Want some?”

“Sure.”

You glanced at him as you set the kettle on the stove, your voice light, casual. “How do you take your tea?”

A slow blink. “I don’t care.”

You hummed softly. “That’s not an answer.”

“It is, though.”

“No preference at all?”

He tilted his head, considering. “Not really.”

“Hm. That tells me something.”

A flicker of interest crossed his face. “Does it?”

You smiled, not answering immediately.

Yes.

It told you a lot.

People’s preferences—or lack of them—weren’t meaningless. The things they didn’t care about said just as much as the things they did.

And Chishiya? He was indifferent to the details. Tea, food, small comforts—all optional.

That kind of detachment didn’t come from nowhere.

But you weren’t going to say that.

Not yet.

Instead, you turned slightly, resting your hand on the counter. “You like sweets?”

A pause.

Then, with a small shrug: “I don’t dislike them.”

You smiled. Progress.

“Sweet tea, then.” you decided, adding a bit of honey into one of the cups. “Not too much, though.”

Chishiya watched you, gaze steady.

“You do this a lot.” he said, voice calm.

You tilted your head. “Do what?”

“The way you ask things.”

You feigned innocence. “Asking things is normal.”

“Yes,” he said “but you ask them well.”

You laughed softly. “Thank you.”

He didn’t react. “It’s not a compliment.”

“Sure sounds like one.”

A slow blink. “You’re good at getting people to talk.”

You smiled, warm and knowing. “Only if they want to.”

A small pause.

Then, quietly: “That’s not true.”

You met his gaze, something sweet dancing behind your eyes.

Chishiya was smart—too smart.

You had no illusions that he’d figured you out at least a little. He knew you weren’t just making small talk.

He knew you were digging.

And he let you.

Not completely, not easily, but he let you all the same.

You turned back to the tea, pouring the hot water over the leaves, letting them steep.

“What about coffee?” you asked, keeping the conversation moving. “You drink it?”

“Yes.”

You raised a brow. “Black?”

“You already knew that.”

You laughed softly. “I had a hunch.”

Of course he drank it black. No sugar. No milk. Nothing unnecessary.

You leaned on the counter, watching him. “You drink a lot of it?”

“When it’s available.”

That was telling, too. It wasn’t about enjoyment. He drank it when it was useful.

“Hm.” You handed him his cup, watching the way he took it. You took a sip of your own, letting the warmth settle in your hands.

He took a slow sip, then met your gaze. “Satisfied?”

You smiled, teasing. “Almost.”

You were good at this. And he knew it.

“So,” you mused, fingers wrapped around your cup. “what’s the worst tea you’ve ever had?”

Chishiya blinked, staring at you like he was trying to determine if that was a serious question. “…Worst tea?”

“Mhm.” You took a slow sip, tilting your head at him. “You ever had, like, an awful cup?”

“That’s a ridiculous question.”

“No, it’s a great question.” you corrected playfully. “It tells me things.”

“Does it?”

“Everything does.” you said simply.

“Hospital tea.” he said, resting his cup down on the table. “It tastes like—” He paused, considering his words, then settled on:“Nothing. Warm water.”

You hummed, nodding. “Yeah. I’ve heard that.”

It was an easy detail to overlook, but you didn’t.

Hospital tea. Not just bad tea—hospital tea. A place he’d been enough to remember something as mundane as the taste.

Interesting.

But before you could press further, a voice interrupted—loud, grumbling, and unapologetically irritated.

“Are you two fucking serious?”

You turned to see Niragi dragging himself into the kitchen from the hallway, rubbing his ear with one hand. His face was set in a scowl, hair a mess.

“Good morning to you too.” you greeted, unfazed.

He scoffed. “The fuck is with all the talking?”

“You live with us.” you reminded him, taking a sip of your tea. “What else did you expect?”

He stretched his arms, letting out an exaggerated groan. “I dunno. Chishiya jerking off loud or something.”

Chishiya, still as unbothered as ever, didn’t even blink.

“Mm.” he said flatly, taking a sip of his tea. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Niragi’s smirk dropped. “The fuck?”

You went back to sipping your tea, smiling into the rim of the cup, because you didn’t want to laugh.

Niragi liked to complain, liked to throw shit your way—but at the end of the day, he still stood here, listening.

Just like Chishiya, really.

They could pretend to be uninterested all they wanted, but you knew better.

You turned to Niragi, still leaning against the counter, arms crossed as he stared at you.

“Did you sleep?” you asked, voice as soft and calm as ever.

Niragi scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Would I be this fucking grumpy if I did?”

“You’re always grumpy.” you teased lightly. “So it’s hard to tell.”

He clicked his tongue. “Tch. Cute.”

You were cute, actually. Too damn cute for someone living in a world like this. Too soft.

You smiled anyway. “I could make you something to help. Something warm, maybe?”

He frowned, shifting his weight. “What, like milk?”

“If you want, and, y’know, find a cow somewhere for me.” you said, setting your cup down. “Or tea. There’s a lot of things that can help.”

He stared. Not like before, not like when he was testing you, picking at you to see how much you could take. No, this stare was different. Hesitant. Uncertain, like he didn’t know if he should let you do something so… normal for him.

Chishiya noticed. He also noticed how Niragi wasn’t snapping at you like he usually did.

At first, Niragi had been fucking brutal. A complete asshole, like he got some kind of sick amusement out of getting under your skin.

But now?

Now he lingered. Now he listened. Now he let you talk to him like this, soft and sweet, like he wasn’t a walking disaster.

And that was interesting.

Chishiya had seen Niragi’s type before. He’d known a lot of angry men who lashed out first, thought later. But none of them ever had someone as persistent as you in their life.

He sipped his tea, watching, waiting.

Niragi, on the other hand, was completely unaware of Chishiya’s silent observations, too busy trying to ignore whatever the hell was going on inside his own head.

Because why the fuck were you still being nice to him?

Why the fuck was it working?

It wasn’t just that you were sweet—it was the way you spoke, the way you looked at him like he wasn’t some rabid dog that needed to be put down.

That was the problem.

Because Niragi was used to that. He was used to people looking at him with disgust, fear, hate. That was normal. That made sense.

But this? You, standing there, offering him warm fucking milk and asking if he slept like he was a normal fucking person? That didn’t make sense.

And yet…he didn’t tell you to fuck off.

Didn’t roll his eyes and storm out.

He just… stayed.

And fuck, that was dangerous. Because the longer he let this happen, the harder it was to pretend it didn’t feel good. You felt good.

And that was so fucked up.

Because you weren’t just soft—you were hot.

It wasn’t just the way you looked, though fuck, you were something to look at. It was the way you carried yourself, the way you made people want to be near you.

Niragi wasn’t blind. He knew exactly why people gravitated towards you, why you were the kind of person that people wanted to take care of, who took care of the people, even when they didn’t deserve it.

And that was the thing.

He didn’t deserve it.

But fuck if he didn’t want it anyway.

Chishiya, of course, was much more subtle about his thoughts.

He wasn’t about to be like Niragi was, but he wasn’t blind either.

You were attractive. That much was obvious. But more than that, you were interesting. You had a way of breaking past things, getting people to open up without even realizing it.

It was… impressive.

So yes, both of them knew you were hot.

But only one of them was really struggling with it.

And Niragi hated that.

You tilted your head, watching him, waiting for some kind of answer.

“Well?” you asked, tone still warm, patient.

Niragi scoffed, looking away like he didn’t care, but you caught how his fingers twitched against his arm, how his weight shifted ever so slightly.

“Yeah, whatever.” he muttered.

“Okay!” you chirped, turning to grab another mug. “I’ll make you something nice.”

Chishiya sipped his tea, completely unfazed. “I feel like I should warn you that he bites.”

“Oh, I know.” you laughed, filling the kettle. “But he’s still cute.”

Cute.

Niragi almost choked.

“The fuck?” he snapped, glaring at you like you just insulted his entire existence. “You’re messing with me.”

“No.” you answered simply. “You’re cute. You can deal with it.”

Niragi grumbled something incoherent, but didn’t argue further.

Chishiya noticed.

You moved around the kitchen, pulling out honey, completely unbothered by the way Niragi was staring at you like you just shattered his reality.

And it was fascinating.

Chishiya had seen people try to handle Niragi before. They either fought back or avoided him entirely, knowing he wasn’t worth the effort.

But you? You didn’t do either. You acknowledged him, treated him like he was just… there. Like he wasn’t something to fear or push away.

You placed the mug in front of Niragi, smiling as you slid into the seat next to him.

“There.” you said. “All warm and sweet.”

Niragi stared at it.

Then at you.

Then back at the fucking tea.

He looked at Chishiya. “Did she drug it?”

Chishiya barely blinked. “If she did, you deserve it.”

You giggled.

And fuck, Niragi hated that it sounded so good.

Still, he lifted the cup, watching you over the rim as he took a sip.

…It was good.

Annoyingly good.

You propped your chin in your hand, watching him expectantly. “Well?”

He shrugged, acting disinterested. “It’s fine.”

Liar.

“That’s good.” you mused, before turning your gaze to Chishiya. “And you?” you asked, tilting your head. “How’s your tea?”

Chishiya blinked, mildly surprised you even asked. Most people didn’t.

“It’s tea.” he said plainly.

You pouted. “That’s not an answer.”

Chishiya raised a brow, but after a brief pause, he sighed, setting his cup down.

“It’s fine.” he said. “Good, actually.”

You beamed again.

And fuck, that did something too.

Because when was the last time someone smiled at him like that?

Like they were genuinely happy he was there?

Chishiya was observant. He could read people well. And he knew you weren’t faking it.

You genuinely liked them.

And neither of them knew what the fuck to do with that.

Niragi hated it.

Chishiya studied it.

~

The kitchen was quiet. Too quiet.

You leaned against the counter, the dim moonlight casting soft shadows across the room. The apartment felt empty at this hour, and you hated it. The silence pressed against you, heavy and unwelcome.

You didn’t like being alone.

It was strange, really—how easily you had latched onto the boys. They weren’t the type of people anyone would naturally gravitate toward, especially not someone like you.

Someone soft.

Someone who cared too much.

But that was the thing, wasn’t it? You always cared too much. Even when it didn’t make sense. Even when it wasn’t deserved.

Because that was just who you were.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair, thinking back to the past few days. You had been cooking for them, taking care of them, giving and giving—and what had you gotten in return?

Niragi was an asshole.

Chishiya was distant.

They weren’t gentle with you, they didn’t go out of their way to return your kindness, and yet, you still liked them.

You liked the way Niragi, despite all his mean words, had started lingering around you more. The way he let you touch him, even when he pretended to hate it. The way he had listened to you earlier this day, actually drank the tea you made him, instead of throwing it across the room just to piss you off. You liked the way Chishiya, no matter how detached he seemed, was still here. The way he let you talk to him, let you pick at his mind without shutting you out completely. The way he noticed things about you, even if he didn’t say much about it.

It wasn’t affection.

Not yet.

But it was something.

And you were used to getting nothing.

Maybe that’s why you clung to them so much. Maybe that’s why their company meant more to you than it should.

Because at the end of the day, you weren’t just scared of being alone in a room.

You were scared of being alone, period.

And at least with them, there was something to hold onto.

You let out a slow breath, shaking off the thoughts pressing against your ribs. Enough of that. You were tired. It was late.

Pushing away from the counter, you made your way through the quiet apartment, your footsteps light against the floor. Everything was still, untouched—Niragi had long since disappeared into his room, and Chishiya had gone off somewhere, probably lost in his own little world.

It was just you now.

When you reached your door, you hesitated for only a second before stepping inside. The room was dim, familiar. Safe.

You shut the door behind you.

Then, without another thought, you climbed into bed, the blankets cool against your skin as you settled in.

The silence wasn’t so bad when you closed your eyes.

And for now, that would have to be enough.

~

The morning air was sweet, and the apartment was quiet except for the soft sounds of you cooking. The scent of sizzling food filled the kitchen as you worked, humming faintly under your breath. You had woken up early—earlier than either of them, as usual—because, well, you always did. It wasn’t a conscious decision anymore. It was just how things were. You woke up, you made food, you kept going.

You didn’t expect Niragi to be up yet, so when you heard the sound of footsteps dragging into the living room, you didn’t turn at first. Not until you felt his presence settle next to you, just close enough that you could sense the weight of his gaze on your hands.

You glanced up, offering him a small smile. “Morning.”

Niragi didn’t say anything at first. Just stood there, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded, watching you. He looked rough—hair a mess, face groggy.

“The fuck are you so happy about?” His voice was raspy with sleep.

You huffed a soft laugh, turning back to the stove. “Good morning to you too.”

Niragi snorted, leaning his weight onto the counter. “Tch. It’s too early for your sunshine bullshit.”

You just shook your head, stirring the food in the pan. “Well, I’m making you breakfast, so maybe I have a reason to be happy.”

Niragi scoffed, but you didn’t miss the way his eyes flicked to the food, lingering. “Yeah, whatever. Just don’t put any of that girly-ass spice shit in mine.”

“My ‘girly-ass spice shit’ makes everything taste better, and you know it.”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t need my food tasting like a fucking flower shop.”

You let out a small laugh. “Fine, fine. No flower shop for you.” You adjusted the heat on the stove, then cast him another glance. “Sleep well?”

Niragi gave you a look like you were the dumbest person on earth. “No.”

You bit back a smile. “Oh? And why’s that?”

“Because I got woken up by a certain someone talking all night.”

You tilted your head. “Me?”

“No, the fucking neighbors—yes, you.”

“I wasn’t talking all night.”

“Maybe not all night, but long enough to be annoying.”

“Mm.” You hummed, tapping the spatula against the pan. “Guess I should be quieter next time, then.”

Niragi raised a brow, looking you up and down. Then he leaned in a little closer, his voice lowering slightly. “Or you could just shut the fuck up entirely.”

You blinked at him. Then smiled sweetly. “Nah, I don’t think I’ll do that.”

Niragi exhaled sharply, straightening up again, muttering something under his breath about how annoying you were.

You just kept cooking.

He was always an asshole, sure. But he was standing here, wasn’t he? Watching you cook, waiting for food.

That was enough.

“You gonna tell me why the fuck you thought it was a good idea to sneak out the other night?”

You froze for half a second, but recovered quickly, setting the pan back on the stove. You hadn’t been expecting him to bring it up now, not when he seemed relatively relaxed. But of course, it had been coming. He wasn’t the type to just let things go.

“I just went to a game.” you said simply, keeping your tone even.

He scoffed, shifting his weight. “Yeah, no shit. I meant, why the fuck did you go alone?”

You took a slow breath, then turned to face him properly, leaning back against the counter. His expression was weird—something between irritation and something… else. Something heavier. His jaw was set, his eyes locked on you, unblinking.

You shrugged lightly. “You said you’d go with me next time.”

“Exactly.” Niragi snapped. “So why didn’t you fucking wait?”

You hesitated, watching him carefully. He was pissed, that much was obvious, but there was something underneath it. Something tense, something that made his fingers twitch slightly against his arm.

“I didn’t want you to get hurt.” you admitted. “What if it was a hard game? You’re still—”

“Oh, fuck off with that.” He rolled his eyes. “You think I can’t handle a fucking game?”

“That’s not what I meant.” You frowned, keeping your voice gentle. “You’re still healing.”

“I don’t need you fucking babying me.” His lip curled, something mean sparking in his eyes. “I’m not some weak little—”

“I know you’re not weak, Niragi.” You cut him off before he could get worked up. “That’s not the point.”

“Then what the fuck is?”

You exhaled slowly. “I just didn’t want to risk anything happening to you.”

He stared at you. Hard. Like he was trying to find a lie in your words, some hidden meaning that made more sense to him. But there was nothing else. You meant what you said.

His fingers twitched again, a slight shift of his shoulders. Then, finally, he let out a sharp breath, shaking his head.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” he muttered.

You smiled faintly. “I’ve been told.”

He didn’t smile back. Didn’t say anything for a long moment, just watched you like he still wasn’t sure what to do with you. Then, finally, he turned away, running a hand through his hair. “Whatever. Just don’t fucking do it again.”

You didn’t promise anything. You just turned back to the stove, quietly plating the food. You set the plate down in front of him. “Here you go.” you murmured.

He scoffed, but you caught the way his fingers twitched around the fork before he even picked it up. Like he had to stop himself from saying something, from reacting too much.

Just then, Chishiya came into the kitchen, too.

“Morning.” you greeted him, just as sweetly. You nodded toward the table. “Sit down, your food’s already done.”

Chishiya didn’t argue. He slipped into the seat across from Niragi, wordless as always, but there was something in the way he listened. The way he always listened. Even when he didn’t respond, he never really ignored you. Not anymore.

You leaned against the counter, watching them eat. It was easy, peaceful. Almost like you were a normal group of people, instead of three survivors.

“I think I’ll go for a walk later.” You mumbled.

Niragi stopped mid-bite, eyes flickering up to you with instant irritation. “You’re fucking kidding, right?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” he said, voice laced with mockery. “Maybe because last time you went outside, they fucking shot at you?”

“They shot at you.” you corrected lightly.

Chishiya, still chewing, finally spoke. “They shot at all three of us.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “Well, I’ll be careful. I just want some fresh air, maybe find a few things we need.”

Niragi scoffed. “Yeah, well, if you’re stupid enough to go, I need more bullets.”

It took you half a second to realize what he meant. He wasn’t letting you go alone. He was making an excuse.

You almost smiled.

Chishiya, still eerily calm, pushed his empty plate aside. “I’ll come too.”

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ೃ⁀➷ body electric ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ and what you saw left you speechless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ ”it’s been a while, honey.”

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ what happened to him?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ ༘♡ “niragi, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[gyaruhana]

Hiiiii! If it isn’t to much of a bother could I maybe request Yandere Niragi headcanons?

-🧸

Suguru Niragi - Yandere!Niragi Headcannons

Synopsis: yandere niragi headcannons !!

A/N: may have made this a little dark but it's niragi there's no way to make him bright..

Warnings: NIRAGI, non-con elements (it's niragi what do you expect), yandere content, smut content

➠ First things first, I think it's pretty clear he'd be one of the more scary yanderes

➠ the moment he sees you, you're all his no matter what

➠ given his reputation at The Beach, no one stops to help you whenever Niragi clearly makes you uncomfortable

➠ they honestly just ignore and avoid you

➠ Niragi doesn't hide his obsession with you and his behaviours either

➠ He's super touchy with you and always planting kisses on your neck regardless of if you like it or not

➠ don't even try push him off because he'll get really annoyed and warn you not to fuck with him

➠ If someone is stupid enough to even breathe in your direction, he'll shoot them dead in front of you immediately

➠ If you have the audacity to talk to someone else, he will hit you and then shoot the person you talked to before blaming their death on you

➠ if you don't return his forward advances, he will just force himself on you

➠ whether he drugs your drink or just drags you away depends on how he feels and if your the type of person to put up a fight

➠ he will tie you down to the bed if necessary

➠ fighting back is not recommended because he gets violent fast

➠ Reaaaally into choking you

➠ his hand is on your throat the whole time he's fucking you

➠ he will carve his initials into your body to stake a permanent claim on you

➠ If you cry about it, he honestly gets turned on more because he loves your tears

➠ calls you every degrading name in the book as well

➠ his goal is really to fully break you so he can mold you into 'his perfect bitch' (as he puts it)

➠ After the first time he fucks you, he's always dragging you around and keeping you close to him

➠ there's really no chance of escaping given that everyone will snitch if they see you out of fear Niragi might hurt them otherwise

➠ Niragi stopped fucking other girls after you but that just means he's always on you since he has a high sex drive

➠ During games, he goes out of his way to keep you alive because he wants you with him forever

➠ If you're in a situation where you'll die and there's no chance of saving you, he'll fuck you and then kill you with his own hands

➠ he is absolutely into gunplay for the record

➠ finds it so hot to shove a gun in your mouth or even into your tight hole to watch you cry out

➠ of course, the gun is never loaded because he's not trying to accidentally shoot you

➠ he doesn't tell you that though because he likes the fear in your eyes when he threatens to pull the trigger and kill you if you disobey him

➠ big on hair pulling too

➠ he loves pulling your hair to pull your head back or dragging your around by your hair when you misbehave

➠ he keeps you inside his room most of the time because he really doesn't want anyone else to see you

➠ especially in the swimsuit/bikini you have to wear on The Beach

➠ when you have to go to play a game, he doesn't let ANYONE look at you

➠ the moment they do, a bullet is shot right between their eyes

➠ overall, very forceful yandere who hides nothing from you and proudly destroys you

"You fucking slut. Fighting me for what? You're clearly enjoying this," Niragi says as he fucks his cock into you roughly. He had his gun in your mouth so it's not like you could protest his words. All you could really do was cry and hope for the best. Niragi let out a cruel laugh at your tears as his free hand wrapped around your neck and squeezed it slightly. He loved seeing you like this with every fiber of his being. You were so pretty and, although you tried to fight him at first, you were finally submitting. He loved how your body went limp and you just gave into the way he was thrusting his cock in and out of you quickly with no proper rhythm. He was having too much fun destroying you. "Fuck, I'm gonna fill you with my seed, yeah? You'd like that, wouldn't you? To be fucked full of my seed and turned into my bitch? Yeah.. yeah, you would,"

[dreamy-crow]

You are an old friend of Niragi Suguru

[English is not my native language, so there may be grammatical errors. Sorry for that. This idea came to me suddenly in the middle of the night. At first, I thought of writing about events from my school years, and then in the Borderlands. However, I didn’t succeed, so I left only the school years. ]

[WARNING: description of bullying, mockery, mention of blood.]

The schoolboy's face contorted with pain. His trembling hand slowly grabbed the sore spot. The laughter of the bullies reached his ears, their satisfaction evident as they saw how much pain they had caused him. One of them suddenly went silent for a few seconds but then started speaking.

—Hey, Nigari-kun, could you move your hand away? It'll be hard for me to play with you if you keep clutching your side.

A friendly smile adorned his face, but his voice was cold. Nigari's hand tightened its grip on his black school uniform; he didn’t want to follow his classmate's order.

Through his bangs, the battered schoolboy saw the ringleader of the bullying, with two other boys standing nearby, eager to affirm themselves at Nigari's expense and impress the leader. Watching the scene unfold, one of the loyal helpers addressed the leader.

—Kenji-kun, he doesn’t want to listen to you. He needs to be punished for this.

—Daisuke, I don't need you to tell me that. I see everything perfectly well myself.

Kenji replied with a sharp glare at the boy who had spoken, before turning back to Nigari.

—Tsk, Nigari-kun, I’m asking you nicely, or do you like it when people treat you badly? Move your hand.

Kenji's final words were especially firm, signaling he wouldn’t tolerate refusal. The bespectacled schoolboy had no choice but to move his hand away. As soon as he did, he felt someone’s fist strike him. A fresh wave of sharp pain pierced not only his rib but his entire body. Daisuke pushed Nigari onto the cold rooftop floor, making it easier to attack him with both fists and kicks. They didn’t care where they hit—ribs, stomach, anywhere—as long as they could hear his whimpers and cries of pain. The sounds fueled their sense of satisfaction and power.

—Nigari-san, don’t you like what’s happening right now? Why are you crying?

Kenji crouched next to him, theatrically placing a hand to his ear, pretending to listen intently. Nigari's lips opened and closed silently, unable to utter a word. After a few seconds of waiting, the bully leader snapped his fingers.

—Oh, I get it. You like it so much that you can’t find the words. Guys, let’s play even harder with him.

A grotesque grin stretched across the bully’s face. Hearing the order, the two helpers resumed their assault without hesitation. It didn’t last long, though, as the iron door leading to the rooftop creaked open. Upon hearing this, Kenji placed a finger to his nose, signaling "silence." A young girl entered the rooftop, closing the orange door behind her. At first, her gaze wandered across the blue sky, but then she turned her attention to the boys. Her eyes widened slightly at the scene: three schoolboys towering over a fourth, who was bloodied. It was easy to guess what had happened before she arrived.

Relieved it wasn’t a teacher or janitor, Daisuke exhaled and regained his cocky demeanor. He was about to tell the girl to leave, but he hesitated. The girl approached them.

—Are you Kenji, Daisuke, and Chikaro?

The boys exchanged skeptical glances. Kenji, being the boldest, answered.

—Yes, and what of it?

—The esteemed math teacher asked me to find you and tell you he’s waiting for you in the staff room.

—What does he want from us?"

—He didn’t say."

This was strange—why would the math teacher suddenly summon all three of them? They would get their answer as soon as they went. Kenji leaned closer to Nigari and whispered in his ear:

—This time, thank the dear teacher for interrupting our game. Next time, we’ll play baseball with you, so get ready—it’ll be a lot of fun.

Kenji stood up, and the bullies followed suit. The girl stepped aside to let them pass to the rooftop exit. She could feel their stares on her back until the door closed. Quickly, she crouched beside the fallen schoolboy. Nigari instinctively covered his head with his arms, associating her actions with those of the bullies.

—Hey, don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you. Let me help you.

Nigari looked at the schoolgirl, her face reflecting genuine concern and a desire to help. He hesitated to trust the new person, suspecting she might be pretending. However, the warm aura surrounding her gave him a sense of security. Taking a risk, he nodded in agreement. The girl exhaled in relief. She carefully helped him up. He let out another pained sigh, biting his lip to suppress further sounds.

—They really did a number on you... Can you walk on your own?

Nigari took a step toward the door but stopped, shutting his eyes against the discomfort.

—Alright, I get it. How about you put your arm over my shoulder, and I’ll help you walk. Deal?

—…Okay.

The girl stood next to the schoolboy, tilting her head slightly to make it easier for him to comply. Nigari still eyed the stranger with distrust, feeling like this was some sweet dream. Usually, other students witnessing his beatings would turn away, afraid of becoming the next target. The girl placed her hand on his waist, intending to provide better support. Taking a tentative step to ensure he would follow, she felt relieved when he slowly began moving with her. On the stairs, Nigari couldn’t resist asking:

—Where are you taking me?

—To the infirmary.

—There’s no need. I can handle this myself.

—Listen, you don’t need to do this alone right now. Let’s just go to the infirmary, and they’ll help you. Please.

Nigari stopped, and the girl followed suit. They exchanged glances, neither willing to back down.

—I don’t want the nurse to find out what happened.

—Why not?

—…

—Okay, then I’ll just ask for the supplies, and you can wait for me here. Deal?

—Alright.

They descended a bit further before Nigari sat on the stairs, and the girl ran off to the infirmary. She returned about seven minutes later, holding a bottle of water, antiseptic, plasters, cotton swabs, and bandages.

— How did the nurse give you all of this?

— Honestly, she was completely indifferent to me and in a hurry, so she gave it without asking too many questions but on the condition that I return everything tomorrow. Let’s talk less and process faster; the break is almost over.

— Let me handle everything myself.

— Okay, but we don’t have a mirror, so I’ll help you with your face.

The girl had already figured out last time that the boy was stubborn, so she didn’t argue with him and just agreed. She handed him everything he needed and sat down next to him on the step, watching the process. Niragi felt somewhat awkward from such close attention to himself; he could barely focus on treating his injuries. Occasionally, he would hiss as the antiseptic reacted with the bacteria in his wounds. The girl sitting next to him clutched her skirt at the sight, but deep down, she admired his endurance.

— Let me rebandage you.

She waited for a weak nod from the student and then got to work. Carefully pulling his arm toward her, she started rebandaging. Niragi occasionally shielded his body with his arm, which was why the bullies had broken the skin on it. The boy watched her actions closely from under his glasses, afraid to take an extra breath. The question of who she was still bothered him. He hadn’t seen her in his class or the parallel one, and due to everything happening, he didn’t interact with students from other classes. Lost in thought, he noticed that the girl had already tied a small white bow.

— All done. Let me treat your face.

— Okay.

— Can you take off your glasses? You’ve got blood on the bridge of your nose, and it’ll be hard for me to clean it with them on.

Niragi hesitated for a moment but eventually took off the glasses. The girl calmly soaked a cotton pad in water and began wiping the blood off his face. Next, she dipped a cotton swab in antiseptic and gently touched his nose. A slight crease appeared between her eyebrows, showing how focused she was on the process. Once she finished, she placed a bandage on his nose.

— What’s your name?

— Y/n. And yours?

— Niragi Suguru.

— Nice to meet you, though I wish it weren’t under these circumstances. What year are you in?

— Second. What about you?

— Third. I’m a graduate this year.

Niragi nodded, finally hearing the answer to his question. But it wasn’t the only one on his mind.

— Why did you decide to help me?

— It hurt me to see what they did to you, so I decided to help. As I said, I’m a graduate, so doing something good before finishing school won’t hurt.

— Thank you…

— No need to thank me, I’m always happy to help.

The girl took off her blazer and began packing all the medical supplies into it to easily carry them back to her backpack. During this time, Niragi put his black glasses back on.

— The lesson will start soon. Do you need help getting to class?

— No, I can do it myself.

— Are you sure?

Suguru nodded in confirmation.

— Then I won’t hold you up. Goodbye, I hope we’ll meet again.

— Goodbye.

Niragi’s voice was quiet, but the girl still managed to catch his words. She walked toward her class, feeling the gaze of brown eyes on her back.

From that moment, Niragi and you started noticing each other more often in the school hallways or the cafeteria. You tried to find common ground with him and eventually become friends. Strangely enough, Niragi initially resisted your attempts at friendship; his bitter past experiences with relationships made him cautious. In your presence, he seemed somewhat tense. However, step by step, you managed to earn his trust, and he began to open up to you.

The school bullies, observing this development, began spreading nasty rumors about you and Suguru, adding them to their already frequent mockery. You wanted to confront them because it was painful to see your friend’s stained school uniform and watch him run to the bathroom to wash off the signs of beatings. When you turned to the school administration, they dismissed your concerns, saying things like, “The boys will sort it out themselves,” “They’re just playing around,” “It happens, don’t worry,” or “We’ll take the necessary measures later.” It became clear why Niragi hadn’t wanted the school nurse to know about his injuries that time. None of the adults were willing to help.

From your classmates, you learned that the mother of one of the bullies was a close friend of the principal and one of the school’s major sponsors. Everything then fell into place, and with a heavy heart, you had to give up. The only thing you could do was stick close to your friend in crowded areas, blending into the group to shield him from the three bullies.

One day, you were sitting in your room with Niragi. You had planned to play some games together, but when your friend arrived, he couldn’t hold back his tears. Suguru was hurting not just physically but emotionally as well. In moments like these, you tried to stay by his side and comfort him, making things a little easier for him. You pulled him into a hug, letting him cry on your shoulder. He didn’t hold back, soaking your shoulder more with each passing moment. You barely heard him speak through his sobs.

—Why… Why do I deserve this? What did I… do to them?

You didn’t know how to answer these questions, even though you wished you could. Gently, you began stroking his head, not interrupting his moment of vulnerability.

—Did I… do something wrong to them and forget about it?

He started crying harder, his arms wrapping around you as if searching for support. You had no idea what words could help him. Previously, you had suggested he transfer to another school, but it turned out he couldn’t afford the tuition for another institution. All you could do now was be a shoulder for his tears and a source of warmth. The injustice brought tears to your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away. Comforting your friend was more important now, and your tears could only slow down the process.

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, but eventually, Suguru looked up at you with an exhausted gaze. His tears had stopped; he had cried them all out. He touched your wet shoulder with horror.

—It’s so wet, Y/n-san. I’m sorry. I’ll dry your clothes. Please, forgive me for breaking down like that.

You shook your head quickly in protest.

—It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize—it will dry on its own. And don’t apologize for your emotions. If you’ve forgotten, I’m your friend. Suguru, you can trust me with your feelings. I won’t judge you. Whenever you’re in pain, you can come to me and cry as much as you need to.

—Y/n-san, you’re too kind to me. Thank you.

Niragi adjusted his glasses and then hugged you tightly. Feeling his warmth, you hugged him back. From that moment, he began visiting you more often, sharing his innermost emotions. For that, he was deeply grateful to you.

You started spending even more time together, even celebrating New Year’s together. You’ll never forget how your eyes both sparkled with excitement while watching the fireworks. It felt like these moments could last forever, but spring was just around the corner, signaling not only the end of the third semester but also the end of school altogether.

Textbooks became your main companions day and night. Niragi, being an excellent student despite being younger, helped you tackle challenging topics. As thanks, you started buying him small treats more often.

Finally, spring arrived. You had just left the building where you had taken your final exams. The pleasant scent of cherry blossoms accompanied you, catching your attention. When you turned your head toward the tree, you saw none other than your friend standing beneath it. He waved at you cheerfully with his free hand.

—Suguru?

—Hi, I brought you some water. How did it go?

You were pleasantly surprised by the gesture, momentarily at a loss for words. You accepted the water and began recounting everything that had happened in the exam hall. Niragi walked beside you, occasionally asking clarifying questions. He tried to reassure you, insisting you had done well. You responded with a grateful glance.

The realization began to sink in—you would soon have to move away to continue your studies. The thought of starting a new chapter in life and not being able to see each other filled both of you with unpleasant emotions. That day, you decided to spend time at a café, looking through your final yearbook together. Later, you talked about everything that was on your minds and discussed the manga you had read together. Niragi wished he could stop time—he didn’t want to let you go. But life is unpredictable, and there are things beyond his control. Your heart sank at the thought of having to leave Suguru alone face to face with the bullies. He would no longer be able to come to you for support, you would no longer be able to protect him.

By the time the bright sun gave way to a cold moon, the two of you were walking to your home. Both of you were silent, afraid to ruin the moment. The moon and streetlights illuminated the road ahead. With just a few meters left to go, Niragi suddenly stopped.

—Y/n-san, you won’t forget me, will you?

—Of course not. I’ll try to write to you.

—Promise?

—I promise! And you’d better not forget me either.

—I promise I won’t. I’ll miss you.

You stepped closer and pulled him into a tight hug, your eyes glistening with tears. Niragi returned the gesture, holding you tightly in a farewell embrace. That night, the two of you parted ways, unaware that you would lose contact for many years to come.

[the second part is already on my blog]

[thinkingofchishiya]

Shy, suguru?

Fluff x Smut

plot: fem!reader taking niragi home to clean him up after finding him during the alley scene but it leads to more

warnings: long, mentions of bullying, minor mention of injury and blood, virginity loss, dom!reader x sub!niragi (both are slight switches,this comes into play at the end), dynamic shift, praise and degradation, it’s niragi so i’d say dead dove do not eat but he’s not bad in this at it’s obviously pre!borderlands, afab! reader, characters are 18+ in their college year at school

word count: over 4500

“hey asshole watch where your going!” you groan and rub your shoulder as a group of boys from your year rushed past, one of them barging past in the process almost knocking you off your feet.

“sorry sexy!” the boys all laugh still running and you visibly recoil your face in disgust. It was after school and you were walking home to your dorm block after a long day, that is until you heard the faint sound of sniffling in the alley you passed every day on your way to and from the school.

Curiosity killing the cat as you decide to take a look, it was niragi suguru. You shared a few classes but barely spoke, you were fairly popular at the school and well to put it simply, niragi was the opposite. Shy, nerdy and quiet you barely interacted unless it was for the work. Still you had never been mean to him and resented the treatment he got from others. He was a sweet socially awkward boy that could barely even make eye contact with your classmates half the time, but he kept to himself and didn’t do anything to deserve the relentless, torturous bullying his classmates inflicted upon him.

Niragi was on the ground, crying quietly and with a damaged and bloody nose, desperately searching for his glasses, that from what you could see were surprisingly not broken. His vision wasn’t the best without them and as you took footsteps towards him he looked up in fear. “Please!…please stop-” he pleaded while scrambling to reach for the glasses.

The sight broke your heart. Leaning down next to him and reaching for the glasses, you carefully put them back over his eyes. “it’s ok niragi it's me, y/n. We have history and math together”

His eyes widen with shock and temporary relief as he recognises your soft voice. “y/n..?” He looks up at you, sniffling, his nose still throbbing in pain. “You...you saw?” His voice trembles, a mix of vulnerability and embarrassment obvious.

“no but i saw them running off and had a gut feeling, fucking asshole almost knocked me off my feet…hey your bleeding” , you touch his arm softly urging him to stand. He flinches at the contact at first, but then relaxes when he realises that you don’t want to hurt him, instead fetching tissues from your tiny bag to give to him.

“i know...they always do this” he speaks low as he wipes the blood from his nose. “Thank you for helping me...”

“that’s okay sweetie but your cut needs care. Come with me, my dorm is only right there please let me clean you up,” you point at your apartment block.

His eyes dart towards the dorms, then back to you, a look of uncertainty crossing his face. “I...I don't know...” He bites his lip clearly torn. “I don't want to trouble you..”

“you’d only trouble me by not letting me help you, if you don’t i’ll be up all night worrying, come on honey”, you take his hand softly and he feels a pang against his heart at the unfamiliar feeling of care that your showing him.

His cheeks turn a faint shade of pink at the contact, his first time holding hands with a girl. “y/n...thank you” He takes a deep breath, letting you lead him towards the dormitories. “Thank you......I owe you so much”

“nonsense, come inside with me honey i'll look after you, i hate those assholes so much…” you enter your keycard pin and begin walking up the stairs with him trailing behind you. Your skirt reveals the back of your soft thighs like this and he looks away respectfully, the last thing he would want you to think is that he’s a pervert. He almost let’s out a breath of relief when you reach your floor.

He follows you into the dormitory, casting furtive glances around him as if expecting someone to jump out and yell at him until you softly take his hand again leading him further than the front door. Your apartment smells good, like vanilla and women’s perfume, he places it as your perfume that he was familiar with from math class, the little pink bottle you would leave on your desk every lesson.

“i don't know what I'd do without you right now...” His voice is barely a whisper, filled with a gratitude that borders on worship.

His praise does something to you and you begin to wonder if niragi has ever even had a girl be nice let alone touch him before. “it's okay i'm gonna clean you up, you can stay here as long as you need too i’ll make dinner afterwards i’d love for you to at least eat with me tonight”

His eyes light up at the offer, a hopeful smile playing on his lips. “Really? l'd like that. Thank you...” He murmurs, turning to face you with an expression of pure adoration.

“come with me… sit-” you point at your bed as you disappear into the bathroom to retrieve a first aid kit. He nods, his eyes fixed on you as you exit the room, a soft "okay" escaping his lips. Once you've left he cautiously approaches the bed, perching on the edge and taking in his surroundings.

Your room was a reflection of you, pink and cutesy with an edge of passion. The bed was adorned with pink covers and a matching fluffy blanket on the end, but as he looked around the rest of your room he noticed other things- stuff you were interested in. Posters, collectors stuff, even funko pops and books. This causes him to smile to himself, who would’ve thought one of the most popular girls he knew was so into her niche interests, it reminded him of his own room.

You return from the bathroom holding the first aid kit and niragi shifts nervously, he knew you would have to touch him. “it’s okay i’ll be gentle…”, however you then do the last thing niragi expects as you plant yourself down on his lap. Digging through the box to retrieve sterilising wipes the affect you have on niragi at the current moment goes unnoticed, his face flushed with shy surprise as he struggles to think of something to say.

“okay just be still for me…” you wipe the drying blood from his nose “good boy”. His breathing hitches at your words and touch, the warmth of your other hand cupping against his face making him blush even deeper. He bites his lip nervously trying to slow his breathing, trying not to move as you tend to his wound.

“that's it your doing so good for me, now let me just grab…” the rest of what your saying as you dig through the box is now lost on niragi, your choice of words sending blood pumping in places he wanted to keep under control while you were on his lap.

He watches you intently, taking in the gentleness and care that you are giving him in order to try and control his situation. Singing softly as you rub an ointment on his cut, a soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips, a rare show of happiness from the shy and timid boy. You lock eyes with him and smile in return when you notice, “you have a cute smile you know.”

His eyes widen at your words, his smile faltering for a moment before a deeper, more genuine one replaces it. He blushes a vibrant pink, ducking his head in embarrassment. “I-I.th-thank you...” His voice is soft, barely above a whisper as he stutters. “-no one's ever…”

“complimented you before?” you frown slightly while screwing the cap back on the ointment and putting it back in the box. He shakes his head, looking down at his hands in his lap. The blush on his cheeks deepens, if possible. “…no, no one's ever said anything like that to me before. It’s nice…” His voice is small, barely audible and you put the first aid kit on the bed next to you before placing your hands on his face to make him look up at you “well i notice”

A soft gasp slips from his lips as he feels your hands on his face, heating under your touch. “you do?”

“yep, i think your really cute actually” i move a strand of hair from his face “you don't try too hard- not like those other guys at school, i like that in a guy”, niragi can't believe the sudden outpouring of your words, it’s too good to be true. In his eyes you were a princess, but he knew all too well guys like him never got girls like you.

“yeah, why what do you think? that i like assholes like those guys from school?” Niragi shakes his head firmly, “N-no! Not at all! I-I mean, I know they're popular and all, but...” He swallows hard, his voice dropping to a whisper, “they're mean and arrogant”

“yeah exactly, and your sweet and so smart. I still remember when mrs park told you to tutor me” He nods, a smile lighting up his features at the memory. His grip on your arms relaxes as he recalls her praise. “Yeah, i remember too...you were struggling with calculus.” A blush creeps up his cheeks again.

“and i still do,” you let out a giggle “but the point is you always helped me and was so nice, you never got snappy when i kept getting questions wrong. You were patient with me and never made me feel bad or dumb about it”

His eyes sparkle at the praise and he chuckles softly, shaking his head. “no, I could never get angry at you and anyways I enjoyed helping you, seeing the smile on your face when you finally understand something...” he goes quite in fear of proffessing his love for you, “mmh and i only understood because of you” you smile at the boy once more.

The smile on his face grows wider, his chest puffing up slightly with pride. “really?” He blushes again, looking down at the floor.

“mhm and i never got to properly thank you” you lift his head slightly to make eye contact with him, his eyes meet yours and he gazes at you, his heart thudding in his chest. He gulps, his hand reaching up to gently brush some hair out of your face, the gesture sweet like him. “Y-you don't have to thank me, l enjoyed it...”

“i still want to, can i kiss you niragi?” His eyes widen in shock, and the butterflies in his body start rapidly going wild, “you? want to kiss,me?…yes...I-I mean, if you want to..” you laugh at his awkwardness, “ i wouldn't ask if i didn't want to”

His face turns even redder if possible as you lean closer to him. His hands instinctively move to your waist, pulling you as close as he dare before your lips meet each others. The kiss is soft and slow, so sweet it could put a jar of candy to shame. His eyes fluttering shut as he melts into your touch. His hands grips your waist, pulling you even closer as he returns the kiss, his lips soft and tentative. As the kiss deepens, he makes a small needy noise that goes straight to your core, making you involuntarily buck your hips into his as you makeout.

Feeling your hips buck against his, a small moan escapes niragi’s lips as he grinds back against you without thinking. His mind is in a haze as he focuses on the feeling of your lips and core on his. Until you break the kiss panting.

“baby your hard”, his eyes snap open staring at you in surprise as you break the kiss. He looks down and realizes his hard on is pressing against your thigh. He stammers apologies and blushes profusely, “fuck…i’m sorry i’m-” he tries to lift you so he can cover his erection but you push him back down and kiss him again, sitting closer on his lap now covering his erection with your heat.

A small smile forms on his lips as you heatedly makeout. When he was being beaten did he die and go to heaven? Suguru can’t believe his luck.Your warmth covering his hard on sends a shiver down his spine, and he bites back a moan.

“we don't have to do anything you don't want to, i know it’s your first time, but if you do want to then just tell me okay don’t be shy” you kiss his neck softly.

He feels embarrassment at your remark about knowing he was a virgin, but it quickly passes as you begin to suck on his neck leaving a mark. One of the most desired girls in the school was sitting on loser suguru niragi’s cock, marking his neck. In that moment he knew he was winning, “y/n i want you”.

“are you sure?” you pull away for a moment just to be positive that Niragi was ready. He nods, his face slightly flushed as he looks at you with a mix of desire and a little bit of nervousness. “, please y/n”

you let him kiss you for a little while more before pulling away “,ok what do you want baby?

He pulls back from the kiss, his chest heaving as he looks up at you with a shy but intense gaze. “I-I want….” He swallows hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want to feel your hands on me. all over me...”

“That can be done,” i give him feathery kisses all over his face “,can i take off your clothes?”

He nods slowly, biting his lip as he reaches up to start unbuttoning his shirt, his hands shaking slightly. “s'okay let me,” i kiss him on the lips gently and take control of undoing his buttons as i move his shaky hands out of the way “,need you to relax for me niragi”

He takes a deep breath as you take control undressing him, “will taking off mine aswel make you feel better?” His eyes light up at the suggestion and he nods eagerly. “Y-yes, please...” He helps you take off your clothes, his hands trembling in anticipation slightly as he watches you pull your shirt off. He feels his breath catch in his throat, “you are so beautiful..”

He reaches up to caress your cheek, “May... may I touch you as well?” you feel yourself get wet at this, compared to other guys you’ve been with niragi was giving you good signs that he cared for your consent and pleasure aswel as much as his own. “of course you can touch me ragi”. He smiles at the nickname and hesitates for a moment before closing the distance between you, his hand tentatively reaching out to touch your skin.. He explores your body with gentle fingers, tracing the outline of your waist and the curve of your breasts. “You're so warm... and soft..”

you giggle at this “,you like that?” He blushes at your laugh,his eyes sparkling with a mix of shyness and delight. Niragi would remember this as the best day of his life, the events that transpired to him even being here in your apartment now long forgotten.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your neck and collarbones as he continues to explore your body, his touch growing bolder but still gentle. “that’s it baby keep touching me” you grind over his budge slightly, his trousers and your skirt still on.

He moans softly, his hands roaming over your body with increased urgency. “y/n..want you,” His trousers strain against his growing arousal, the fabric a thin barrier between you until you stand up abruptly riding yourself of your skirt and he takes the initiative to remove his trousers aswel.

when you make your way back over to him he is staring at your now exposed thighs and pink g string thong. “do you like my panties niragi? you wiggle in his lap to show them off and his cheeks flush a deep pink at the sight, his mouth falling open slightly. “Y-yes... They're very pretty...” He stammers, his hands gripping onto your hips a little tighter. “wanna touch them?,” he nods and reaches out to gently brush his fingertips against the fabric and you moan as his fingertips graze against your clothed clit.

His eyes widen in surprise at the sound of your moan, his movements becoming more confident as he rubs his fingers against you. “does that... does that feel good?”

“it’s perfect, keep touching me there ragi just like that in circles, mhhh that's it” you roll your hips over his fingers. They move in small, gentle circles over your clit, his thumb rubbing in soft, figure-eight patterns. He watches transfixed as your face contorts with pleasure,

“like that pretty boy your doing so good,” you sigh with pleasure and his face lights up with a soft smile at your words, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“You feel amazing...” this causes you to almost scoff with a slight bemused smirk “,you haven't even felt me yet”. A curious expression crosses his face, his cheeks flushed. He hesitates for a moment betore slipping his fingers under your panties and fingering you gently. You bite your lip with a spark of pleasure at the misunderstanding “oh fuck! niragi-“ He gasps softly as he discovers your arousal. “You're so wet...” His touch becomes more deliberate, pumping two fingers in and out of you at a steady pace. “S-so tight... is this okay?,” you almost ignore him as you barely manage to nod in reply with your head thrown back in white hot pleasure. His ego swells at your response, and he starts to move his fingers faster.

“You're making me so hard..,” he murmurs in awe. This causes you to snap back down before you cum, “can i fuck you are you ready now?” you make eye contact with him as you ask and notice how his widen at the sudden boldness of your words, a mix of shock and arousal flashing across his face but he nods eagerly. Pulling off his pants, revealing his hard and throbbing cock, his cheeks flush with embarrassment as he struggles to find the right words. “You can fuck me now... please…”

“fuck that's hot,” you push him back on the bed by his chest. He lands on the bed with a soft thud, his heart racing at your dominant gesture. He lies there, legs spread open, his cock twitching with anticipation.

“what position do you want?,” He swallows hard, his mind racing with possibilities. “Umm.… w-would you... f-fit on top?,” his face flushes at the thought of you straddling him, your hips moving against his. “is that what you imagine when you touch yourself?”

He looks away too embarrassed to meet your gaze as he answers “yes, ma'am... I... I've always imagined you like that... and sometimes I imagine you tying me up and... doing things to me...”

“your such a little whore” i degrade him but arousal practically drips down my legs at the lewd confession, His stammering voice is now a breathless whimper “fuck... I-I'm not” , his objections are cut off by the sight of you touching yourself above him. “no? then why did you let me take you home hmm? you wanted me to fuck you senseless didn't you, little dirty slut” i tease him while playing with my tits. He can't even form a coherent response anymore, loosing self control completely as he grabs your hips and thrusts into you, immediately bottoming out.

He cries out, his back arching off the bed at the feeling and you cry out in shock, “fuck niragi! you fucking slut i didn’t tell you to-”

Your cut off as he begins impaling you on his cock, the sudden intensity overwhelming both of your senses. “Ah! y/n... s-so deep-...” His eyes fly open when a hand wraps around his neck, pupils dilated with pleasure as he looks up at you, your weight pressing him into the mattress.

“what's a quiete little nerd like you doing walking around with such a monster cock for hmm?” you begin to move your hips taking back control. His breath hitches as you move, the combination of friction and praise making him even harder. “mhh other girls would be lucky to bounce on dick like this, and it's all mine” you gyrate your hips perfectly causing him to whimper.

His eyes roll back, lost in the ecstasy of your movements as he whimpers and moans. “Y-yes, ma'am... a-all yours…..” He wraps his arms around your waist, holding on for dear life as you ride him with expert precision, his body trembling with each thrust.

“do i fuck good baby? better than you imagined?” , He nods frantically, tears of pleasure welling up in his eyes. “Y-yes, ma'am... b-better than I ever imagined….” He gasps as you slam down onto him, his cock throbbing inside of you. “S-so good!”

He gasps as you continue to move on top of him, his body quivering with pleasure and so close to release, “lucky i'm even touching you” you throw your head back with your harsh words, and his eyes follow the movement, a mix of awe and adoration in his gaze despite the things you say to him.

“Y-yes, ma'am... I'm grateful for every moment you give me...” He thrusts his hips upwards, increasing the contact between the both of you. “mmh that's it niragi fuck me!” His eyes roll back, a look of ecstasy on his face as he listens to your demand.

“yes ma'am... I'll fuck you... I'll make you cum on my cock...” He starts to move beneath you with increased urgency, his hips thrusting upwards to meet your downward strokes.

“that's it take control ragi, fuck me!” His cock twitches with excitement at the use of his nickname and the sudden switch in dominance. He reaches around to grab your hips, helping you move faster on top of him. “Fuck, you're so tight and wet...” “destroy this pussy niragi don't stop!” your crying now as his hips begin to buck wildly, his cock plunging deeper into you. “won't stop until you scream my name and cum all over me...”

“fuck me from behind i want vou as deep as possible can you do that?” He nods quickly pulling out from under you and helps you get on all fours before positioning himself back inside you, thrusting deeply. He grips your hips tightly, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he pounds into you from behind. “Yes... I can feel how much you like it... so fucking tight and wet…I'm going to make you cum so hard y/n!”

“splitting me open ragi... so deep” you whimper, he can't get enough of seeing you in this new submissive light, and it only urges him on as he plunges his cock deeper into you. “That's right... you're practically begging me to split you open, aren't you?”

“shit shit shit, keep talking to me like that”, i reach down and play with my clit and he pounds me from behind. He leans over to whisper in your ear as he continues to pound into you, his breath hot against your skin.

He chuckles softly, clearly enjoying your embarrassment as much as your pleasure. “Shhh, it's okay princess... I'll keep your dirty little secret...i never imagined you were this much of a whore y/n” suddenly he spits between your bodies for more lube and quickens his pace brutally “FUCK NIRAGI!”

He grins wickedly at your outburst, “That's right, scream for me... let everyone know who's fucking you senseless” He groans in pleasure as you tighten around him, his own release fast approaching. “Fuck... I'm so close come for me, little slut... show me how much you love being fucked like this...”

withought much more persuading you cum all over niragi's cock, so hard that it makes a mess everywhere and milks him of his own orgasm. He watches in awe as you cum, your juices squirting all over his cock and dripping down his balls. He grunts, his own orgasm rippling through him. He collapses beside you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath.

“That….. was incredible…. I've never felt anything like that before...” He glances at you shyly, a faint blush returning on his cheeks. “Did I do okay? I mean... was it good for you?”

“more than good-fuck..” you can barely catch your breath. He smiles shyly, a sense of pride filling him as he hears your words. “I'm glad...”

He leans over and places a gentle kiss on your lips, his fingers tracing patterns on your stomach. “We should probably clean up...”

“it's okay don’t rush i'm not gonna kick you out” you chuckle and he laughs too, a warm and genuine sound that fills the room. “Thank you...” He kisses you once more before getting up and grabbing some tissues, helping you clean up before using them himself “Maybe we can do this again sometime...”

“of course, iv never had a fuck like that before if you think you can just live your life normally after that one your wrong niragi ” He chuckles. a hint of nervousness still in his voice. “I-I'll keep that in mind...” He looks at you sheepishly before leaning in for another kiss, one you return softly with a smile.

“i know i can get a little mean in the bedroom but i did it for you, i knew you was capable of taking controll of me. Stop letting those pricks be so horrible to you niragi, start standing up for yourself okay?” you kiss him tenderly again

He nods, his eyes sparkling with gratitude and affection. “I'll try...” He kisses you back, his hands resting on your hips as he pulls you closer. “You make me feel... invincible.”

“i'm glad” you straddle him once more and pepper feather light kisses all over his face.

He melts under your kisses, his eyes fluttering closed as he savors the gentle touch. “Mmm, that feels nice...” His hands slide up your back, gently caressing your skin as he returns your affection, his lips tracing soft kisses along your jawline.

“do you want to stay the night?” you walk over to the bathroom turning on the shower.

He nods eagerly, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “yes!,” He stands up and walks towards the bathroom, watching as you turn on the shower.

A mischievous grin spreads across his face. you raise an enquisitive eyebrow at his expression and pull the bathroom door shut with both of you inside.

A/N: OK THIS WAS MY FIRST EVER SMUT ATTEMPT HOW DID I DO🌚