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—Never trust a Union Member.

A/n; sorry for not posting, I’ve been going through a lot physically and mentally, and had really bad writers block. But I will try to post more as I focus on my mental health and stuff. And I will also probably be making a master list here soon<3

Paring; Yeon Si-Eun x reader (gender neutral)<3

—“and why would we do that?” You ask as you stare back a Si-Eun as he sits opposite of you and Seong-je, outside a convenience store as Seong-Je slurps his ramen, grunting in approval at the taste.

“Cause then you wouldn’t be in trouble when the Union comes crashing down.” He mutters, his voice is blunt and dry as always, his eyes staring right at you, such puppy dog eyes for someone like him. “All ties to you and Seong-Je would be cut.”

He watches as you narrow your eyes slightly, your tongue quickly swiping across your bottom lip as you lean back in your seat, your eyes darting over to Seong-Je, he has clearly caught your attention…and Seong-Je’s based on the way his head lifts.

“You know…when you went all,” he pauses to reenact when Si-Eun head butted his foot when he stabbed it on that rooftop, the poor reenactment making your eyebrows furrow slightly as you glance over at the guy across-making sure he’s seeing the same thing. “I had to get a fucking tetanus shot.”

“A tetanus shot?” You blurt out, blinking a few times before your immediately letting out a few snickers at Seong-Je’s predicament, finding it completely humorous that he had to get a tetanus shot from being stabbed in the foot…from his own glasses. “Ha! and you stabbed with your own glasses too, that’s hilarious—“

You’re cut off by a quick elbow to your side from Seong-Je’s arm, the feeling making you instantly shut up, huffing a little as you turn to look back at Si-Eun. And the poor guy is just sitting there, just silently watching like he usually does. But you know that he wouldn’t have been here willingly if he didn’t want the Union’s burner phone and all that jazz.

“Is it a deal or not?” His voice is now carrying a hint of impatience, as if he’s tired of just watching you and Seong-he mostly screw around…and he probably was.

“I don’t know…you did kind of try to stab me with that pen.” You murmur, pretending to be conflicted despite knowing that you’ll go with whatever answer Seong-Je goes with, because you guys stick together. To top two in command to Baek-Jin. “Where do you get those pens anyway? They’re actually pretty durable, I might need to get me some—“

“Enough teasing.” Si-Eun mutters, starting to get fed up with your constant remarks, and hates it seems like his annoyance only seems to rile you up further.

“Whew…that looks a killer.” You muse with a small chuckle, holding your hands up in mock surrender, your eyes giving him a lazy once over, and he shifts slightly in reply to that-how is he supposed to react to he ogled?

“Okay.” Seong-Je sighs, taking another slurp of his instant ramen before he lifts his head, making eye contact with Si-Eun for a moment before his head slightly tilts as he whispers, “deal.”

And Si-Eun is quick to nod his head before standing up, ready to leave as the chair slightly squeaks in reply to being moved so suddenly. And Your partner raises an eyebrow, eyes narrowing behind his glasses. “leaving so soon?”

And Si-Eun doesn’t answer and instead just turns and walks away and disappears into the night, leaving you and Seong-Je there.

—your eyes stay on the screen of the arcade machine as you lean your arm on Seong-Je’s shoulder, his fingers moving the switches as he plays, his focus actually kind of impressive.

“You’re early,” he murmurs suddenly, and it’s then you notice that Si-Eun has come into the bowling alley, his school uniform slightly wrinkled. “It’s not that big a deal, newbie.”

You look over at Si-Eun, flashing a small grin that one could consider dangerous considering it’s you, many students knew your name alone with Seong-Je’s. This is the first time we seen you out of your school uniform, that same, cursed one that Seong-je wore. The one that was a deep burgundy, the color that you wouldn’t notice if it was bled on, and he wonders how many times you’ve had to pay for dry cleaning.

“…let’s just get this over with.” The boy murmurs as he shifts slightly on his feet, hands slightly clenching by his sides.

“So demanding.” You huff teasingly, turning to face him as you reach into your pocket, pulling out the small burner phone, the black item shining slightly under the light. “So here’s the burner phone, everything’s on it.”

And he goes to take it as you hold it out, but he doesn’t get the chance before you quickly pull it back, making his fingers slip. You watch as his eyes slightly narrow in confusion, Seong-Je finally turning in the stool to face him, the same lazy and cocky smirk on his face.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” You ask as you toss the phone up, Seong-Je’s smoothly catching it and putting it back into his pocket. And before Si-Eun could react, a bigger guy came up from behind him, putting him in a chokehold. And it’s then when he realizes he was set up.

“It’s kind of funny, actually,” Seong-Je mutters with a chuckle, standing up from his stool and giving Si-Eun a smug look. “We actually almsot became some sort of good guys.”

“And let’s be honest…we’re not good guys.” You chuckle, flashing Si-Eun a wink as you follow after Seong-Je as he begins to leave.

“That looks a killer, huh?” You muse as you walk by him, purposely referring to the fact you said that the last time you guys met, and he hates how that makes him feel like he’s been punched in the gut. And he thought he could trust you, you and Seong-Je.

But now he realizes one thing-even though pit bulls like you and seong-je can wag your tails…you’ll always have as sharp as a bite.

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—seong-je Drabble!

Pairing; Geum Seong-je x reader, (fem! Reader)

A/n; I don’t typically write for weak hero, but I finished it all the other day, and uhm…lowkey need seong-je to manhandle me rn <3. Also I don’t typically write anything that’s nsfw, but this isn’t really nsfw at all, just making out 🙏🏻

Thinking about making out with seong-je! <3

It’s messy, ferocious even. In his bedroom, you pinned down against him as he practically devours you on his bed. He’s leaned back against the headboard with you straddling him and leaning against him. One hand is on your hip while the other has a grip on your hair, guiding your head to attempt to match his mouth against yours.

His breaths are heavy mixed with quiet grunts and you’re panting against his mouth as your lips stay locked together, teeth almost clanging against eachother, his tongue practically trying to memorize every crevice of your mouth that he can, as if he was starving.

“Seong-je..” you softly pant against him as your hips begin to roll and press down against his lap, he groans against your mouth and you can feel the smug grin forming on his face as he tightens his grip on your hip, his amusement radiating off of him.

“Grinding on me already? How sweet…” he murmurs against your lips, his tone teasing as he pulls away slightly to get a good look at you. His glasses are crooked and slightly foggy from breathing so hard, but he doesn’t bother to fix them, instead smugly grinning at you as he brings his other hand to your hip so that both are resting there, beginning to guide your hips to grind against him.

You huff at his statement, your breath hitching as you immediately reconnect your lips, to which he wastes no time in reciprocating-lips smashing against yours as he gives your hair a small tug, resulting in a small whimper slipping past your lips and vibrating straight against his.

But after a couple moments his phone suddenly vibrates on his nightstand, the familiar contact of Baek-Jin showing on the screen. He lets out a groan as he reluctantly pulls himself away, begrudgingly picking up the phone and holding it to his ear as he talks to the man on the other line.

But that doesn’t stop him from keeping a hand on your hip to keep you moving against him as you try to be quiet so that Baek-Jin doesn’t hear you on the other line.

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—a bite wouldn’t hurt.

Pairing; chishiya shuntaro x vampire!reader (gender neutral!)

A/n; this is loosely based on the vampires from sinners, cause I think that’s my movie of the year lmao. I also did write this sleep deprived and at 1 am, so my apologies if it’s badly written.

—the night air of Tokyo is chilly, its quiet out with only the sounds of a few cars and the occasional people talking as they pass. Chishiya was sitting in his apartment, letting out a sigh as he glances down at his phone, you were supposed to be back soon.

After some time there’s a knock on the door, and he gets up-already knowing it’s you. He was a little confused about the knocking part, you could’ve just came in. So why were you knocking.?

He strides over to the door and opens it, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as he sees you standing on the other side. He says your name in greeting, and you just grin back at him, waiting for an invite in, unusual. He had to admit, something about you was a bit off…and he just couldn’t figure out what.

“Well aren’t you gonna invite me in?” You ask smoothly, slightly arching an eyebrow at him as you shove your hands into the pockets of your white coat, you could easily walk right past him, but you simply wait for an invite-as if you couldn’t come in without one.

“You need an invite? That’s never stopped you before.” He muses, a slight mock in his tone, watching as you shrug your shoulders indifferently, murmuring in reply. “Well that wouldn’t be too polite, would it?”

He snorts at that, when did you care for being polite when it came to him? But he doesn’t question it…out loud, at least. Instead letting out an amused huff, stepping aside. “Then come in.”

There’s a small glint in your eyes that shine when he says that, he doesn’t miss it, watching as you come in to his apartment, casually striding in and taking off your doctors coat, and turning to hang it up on the coat rack. And that’s when he sees it. A small hint of a bite on your shoulder that he gets a quick glimpse of when your shirt shifts as you effectively put your coat on the coat rack.

“Woah…what’s that?” He asks as he takes a step closer to you, hand hesitantly reaching out to your shoulder-but you quickly turn fully, stopping him. “What’s what?”

He frowns slightly at your question-did you seriously not know about what’s on your shoulder? Surely you weren’t that dense. He was starting to put some things together. Something wasn’t right—you weren’t right.

“That.” He says bluntly as he point to your shoulder, eyes narrowing as he takes in a breath as he watches you looking down at your shoulder, your fingers lifting to move your shirt aside, letting out a small chuckle and speaking in a calm and casual tone, “ohhhh…that?”

“Yes, that.” He nearly hisses, and he starts to piece it together, taking a step back as he gets a better look at it. It was deep, blood drying around it, but he can see the teeth marks. Did you not feel it? You’re acting like you’re talking about the weather, this isn’t right-a small shiver goes up his spine, and it wasn’t the wind.

This totally isn’t right.

“This? It’s just a little bite..” you murmur, moving your shirt back to cover it as you take a step closer to him, your head tilting to the side as you look at him, a small bit of sympathy in your eyes that are glinting a bit too much. “What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t answer for a moment, and just shakes his head slightly as his mind works-trying to piece this together. He’s heard about vampires before, of course he has, but those are just myths. A simple made up creature for people’s enjoyment-but the way you’re acting makes him wonder…were there vampires really wandering the streets of Tokyo? And one got to you on your way home from work?

After a moment he lets out a breath, keeping a calm demeanor, but his eyebrows stay furrowed. He goes to say something, but he pauses, his mouth slightly opening in surprise at the sight in front of him. You’re drooling. A small bit coming from the side of your mouth as you watch him with a concerned, yet hungry and predatory gaze. “Baby…you’re drooling.”

He watches as you lift a thumb to wipe the corner of your mouth, looking down at the saliva glistening on your thumb before looking at him, your voice so soft and honeyed it makes his heart flutter a bit, “..you want some?”

He just stares at you, watching as you step closer, your expression shifting to one of slight desperation, or yearning if you would. You’re hungry. Hungry for him, and he knows it-for fucks sake, you’re drooling at the thought of tasting him. And for once he doesn’t know how to react.

“..oh, baby, I’m starving.” You murmur softly, your eyes shining as you look at him, your lips parting as you let out a breath-and it’s then he notices your fangs. They’re sharp, and they shine slightly in this lighting. “Just a little bite, baby?”

“A bite?” He scoffs out in disbelief, shaking his head slightly, backing up again until his back hits the wall. And he has nowhere to run. For once in his life, he’s the mouse that the cat is playing with, and you’re the big, bad, rat and he’s the meek mouse. “You want to bite me?”

“Just a little one…I’m so hungry, baby..” you murmur, your voice oh so soft and smooth, and you look about ready to start drooling again. You can smell him from your spot-and he smells so good. Your hunger is strong, it makes your fingers twitch as you try to resist just taking him for yourself

“If you let me bite you…we can be together forever.” You drawl on, trying to convince him as if you couldn’t just hop over and dig your teeth into his flesh. Chishiya’s gaze hardens, his jaw slightly tightening as he tries to think of what to do in this situation. It’s not like he could just run away. But a small part of him can’t help but feel a little enthralled by the thought of you biting him, a small sign of marking him as yours in a sick and possessive way. God-what the hell was he thinking?—

“You’re starving, aren’t you?” He huffs, his shoulders relaxing as he stares at you, watching as you nod and frown stepping closer until your hands are on the wall by his head, trapping him there. Your head leans in and you lean your forehead against his temple, breathing out against his ear. “I’m starving, baby…it’ll only hurt for a moment, I promise.”

He lets out a small breath-but he doesn’t stop you as you press a small kiss against his cheek before leaning your head to his neck, inhaling his scent, a small shiver going through your spine at it. You pull away the fabric of his shirt at his shoulder, looking at the area before suddenly biting down and digging your teeth into it.

Who knew a vampire could be so convincing? And you lied-it did hurt a lot. But it’ll be so worth it. Even with the blinds wide open where anyone can see you absolutely biting into him like he’s your last meal.

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Chishiya with a reader who’s exceptionally good at spades games, like not super bright but runs out of strength way later than he does and he knows he’s got exponentially higher chances of surviving in a game that’s not his speciality if he can get friendly with you enough to be granted some protection. Perhaps getting friendlier than he initially intended.

—a little help.

Pairing; Chishiya x reader (gender neutral as always <3!

A/n; the ending might be rushed, did write this at 2 am, so forgive me! Also this isn’t proofread as always. But ty for the request!

—chishiya was smart, witty, and knew how to use his intelligence to his advantage. But not this time, spades games were not his specialty. They involved strength and athletic ability, he was more prone to diamond games because those games rely on intelligence and wit. So when he saw that he joined a high numbered spades game, he knew he had to come up with something.

He lets out a low and audible hum, his eyes scanning the room for someone who looks good enough to grant him some sort of protection. His hands are casually shoved into the pockets of his white jacket, hood over his head, eyes observing the tunnel everyone is in.

His eyes land on you, standing in the corner of the tunnel, holding a game phone and looking at it, the glow lighting up your face enough for him to see that you don’t look too concerned about this game. You certainly have experience, good for you. And him.

Good enough, he thought, starting to stride over to you, his footsteps lightly thudding against the grown as makes his way to you, not having an ounce of shame or concern about his intentions. He just needed a bit of protection, and if it meant using someone to get it, then so be it. That’s the way it is.

“Hey there,” he drawls on coolly, situating himself on the wall near you, leaning his back against it. He tilts his head, raising a brow slightly and giving you a light smirk, a bit smug, he knows what he’s doing. “Alone?”

He watches as you look up and look over at him, flashing him a small and friendly smile, nodding your head in reply and giving him your attention. “Mhm.! Is it that obvious?”

“Very.” He’s quick to reply, letting out an amused hum as he sees the way your eyebrows furrow slightly, debating if he was teasing or not. Which he was, but he also wasn’t-it was obvious you were alone. You were standing by yourself, of course it was. He can tell now that you weren’t the brightest bulb, or the sharpest tool in the shed if you would. Makes the work easy for him, you were like a confused puppy. The type to chase their own tail or ram into a window, the type to get friendly with others with no issue.

“Such a shame, really. Being alone in spade games never really is that good.” He murmurs, acting like he has no idea what his interests were. Hes nonchalant and cool like a fish in the pond, and he’s watching the way your eyebrows slightly raise as you listen, easily falling for the bait.

“Do you wanna team together then?” You ask, leaning a little closer to him, and you think it’s your idea-adorable, and he lets you think that it was your idea to begin with. He lets out an amused huff, pretending to think for a moment before speaking up, nodding his head. “Sure, couldn’t hurt. Let’s protect eachother, hm?”

You nod eagerly, flashing him a small grin, to which he doesn’t really return besides a nod of acknowledgment-he’s caught you like a fly in a spider web.

“Game: Run, Rabbit, run!” The familiar robotic voice calls out, making you and chishiya bother pause and listen in, your eyebrows furrowing at the name-what was this game gonna be about? Running, obviously, but from what? You share a glance with chishiya, shrugging your shoulders lightly. “Difficulty; 8 of spades.”

“An eight, huh?” He mutters under his breath, tongue wetting his lips as he thinks, already figuring out ways this game could go, standing up from the wall. The other players are also intrigued at the game, anxiety weaved across their features, some nervously twiddling their thumbs.

“Goal; reach the end of the tunnel without getting caught.” It says, and you nod slightly, putting the game phone into your back pocket, already turning to face the other end of the dark tunnel, lights flickering overhead. You reach over and tug on chishiya, getting him to turn too-you know that the best chance of surviving this game is that as soon as you can, to just start to run, you don’t really wanna know what’s going to chase you through this tunnel. “Time limit is one hour.”

And with that, it stopped. It was silent, and then you heard it-loud footsteps, and it wasn’t any of the players. You turn over your shoulder, eyes widening slightly as you see it-a man, a wolf mask over his head and a large blade in his hand, dark clothes, and he’s immediately lunging at people.

“Shit! Run!” You hiss, grabbing onto chishiya’s arm, and dragging him along with you as you begin to book it down the tunnel. He grunts but follows, his hands finally leaving his pockets as he jogs along side you, eyes strained forward.

The sounds of other players screaming and yelling is tuned out in your head, the sound of the blade swinging and hitting people-but your force yourself to ignore it, keeping your pace as you make sure chishiya stays with you.

Stay ahead, that’s the only thing you can really do in this game-stay ahead, or stay behind and fight back. But it seems you and Chishiya aren’t really fond of that idea.

“I’ll make sure you stay ahead-protect eachother, right?” You mutter in between breaths, sending him a look-and he just nods his head, glancing back at you. Oh jeez, you were genuinely willing to help him, and he strangely finds it endearing. I guess a puppy like you does get along with a cat like him, interesting.

—you grunt as you continue to run, your legs are starting to burn and your starting to feel sweat drop from your forehead and neck. Chishiya has been winded for a minute, but tried not to show it because you seem mostly fine, but you’re clearly starting to meet your match.

“Just a little more…” you huff out, continuing to run, but out of your peripheral vision you spot it, the knife is being thrown…impressively, but not the thing you want to happen. “Look out!”

He grunts as you suddenly push yourself against him, pushing him to the side, and he looks over and sees the knife slice against your shoulder, blood immediately gushing out as your shirt rips in that area. Great, just what you guys needed.

The sound of the blade landing on the floor echoes throughout the tunnel, and then the sound of your pained breaths, one of your hands reaching to hold onto your shoulder.

“The exit.!” You exclaim, letting out a huff of relief, suddenly pushing him with your good hand, shoving him past the exit line, following after.

“Game clear., three days have been added to your visas.” The voice calls out, but you both don’t care to notice it as you land onto your knees and sit on the floor, holding your shoulder and trying to catch your breath. He stands, shoulders slumping as he tries to catch his breath. He’s tempted to leave, to leave and walk away as if you never existed-but the way you’re sitting with your bleeding shoulder, doe eyes squeezed shut as you try to deal with the pain.

You looked like a kicked puppy, and he just stands there conflicted for a moment-this wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. You were supposed to help him get past this game and then we would have went along his way and forget you even existed. But he can’t help but feel like he wants to help, it’s only fair. He totally doesn’t want to do this because he wants to, right?

After a moment he sighs, staring down at you, the words coming out of his mouth before he could stop them. “I could help with that.”

—“fuck…easy on the alcohol, would you?” You wince, a bit of playfulness in your tone, but it’s obvious that it hurts. You’re sitting on the floor of his hotel room, he had taken you to the place known as ‘the beach’. Very chaotic, but he managed to find some peace and quiet in his room.

“You want me to treat it, don’t you?” He mocks, pressing a bit harder just to make a point, causing you to tense and hiss in discomfort, but you just frown and mumble a small “yea..” and then he eases the pressure with the alcohol wipe. “Then quit complaining.”

You just nod, spreading your legs out in front of you, staring ahead of you as he treats your shoulder with the little supplies he has, letting him work on your shoulder. It’s quiet besides the sound of yours and his breathing, and the occasional wince that slips from your lips.

He’s enjoying the quiet, treating your shoulder with a calm nature, his doctor experience clear on his actions. And he nearly lets out a sigh when you speak, curiosity clear in your voice.

“So you were a doctor before all of this?”

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—Hide and seek.

Pairing; Chishiya x reader<3

A/n; this is based in a squid game au! So, very minor spoilers for squid game season 3 if you haven’t seen it! I binged it the other night and got this idea.

Reader should be gender neutral, but i apologize if i put pronouns in there!!! No y/n usage. And reader is implied to be a little crazy lol

—Money. It’s what makes the world go round and around, you need it just to live, but it could also put you in trouble. Money can make people cruel and show their true self.

So when you found yourself in debts that were hard to repay, you understood why people acted like money was the best thing in the world. Cause it is, and you didn’t have it.

So when a man dressed in a suit offered you money to play some game called ddakji, you accepted. All you had to do was throw your paper down and turn his over, but if you didnt then you got slapped. It hurt, but after a few tries you got it. And he gave you the money with that calm smile that made his eyes crinkle-before pulling out a card with three shapes on it.

Play in some child games and win a life changing amount of money? Who would refuse? Even though your life could end each day because of these games, but every life put more money in that piggy bank that was screaming your name. People begged to leave, voting x to stop the games. But everytime you walked down you pressed O with confidence. You were staying to play, even though the amount of money in the piggy bank was enough for your debts—you could always have more.

—you huff as you walk down the hallways, the smell of sweat and blood from other players creeps into your nose and it’s musty, but you’ve grown used to the smell. You shift slightly, gripping your knife tightly as you look down the halls, your red vest keeping you onto your assigned team. Red, kill a blue player and you’ll pass the game.

But you weren’t limited to just one. This was hide and seek, another game you had to play. And you were the seeker. Other red players run past you in search for a blue, you’ve even seen a few blues run by in your peripheral vision-it was just like when you were a kid. Running and trying to not get caught by the seeker, but this time if you got caught, it would be forever.

The blood splattered on you is warm, another reminder of what you’ve had to do during this game. You’ve already killed your one player, but there was another player that caught your attention, he saw you do it-corner them in a room that was bright and colorful and take that knife and push it into them until they stopped moving. Such a dark move for the colorful game arena, painted rainbows on the walls and a blue sky with yellow stars.

But he ran before you could really get much of him-but oh, he was so cute! So that’s what leads you to now, following in the direction you saw him, hoping to find him. Cheeky little thing, he was just like a cat-quick and nimble, always watching and observing, quiet when he wanted to be. You just wanted to know more. He didn’t seem scared like others, he was cool and calculated…and how you liked people like that. People usually failed to catch your intention, but he did-you were swooned! Can you blame you?

“Where are you? I know you’re here somewhere..” you croon as you stalk down the hall you saw him run down, pushing open an unlocked door with your foot,peeking inside it. He’s not in there-but someone is, and they’re ready to beg and plead for their life.

“Please don’t.!” The voice pleads, holding their hands out in front of them as if that would shield you from them-pathetic. But he wasn’t who you were looking for. Their face is tear stained with their key held around their neck. The bloody on their hands isn’t theirs, so they must’ve found someone else dead.

“You’re not the one I’m looking for.” You drawl, stepping inside the room, feigning a lunge at them, causing them to panic and slip into the middle of the room, on their knees. You just hum and begin to slowly circle them, keeping them on their knees in the floor. “I want player 320.”

They visibly tense at your words, their eyes following as you circle them slowly, knife blade tracing along their blue vest. They were the vulnerable one here, and they knew it. They’ve seen the way you’ve acted in the other games-they knew you could really do something if you wanted to. You definitely had a few screws loose in that head of yours. But you weren’t borderline psychotic, just a little…crazy.

“I-I…I saw him.” He murmurs, voice cracking slightly as he tries to keep his composure. And he nearly lets out a sigh of relief as he hears the satisfied noise leave your body, your body pausing before you continue to calmly circle him, putting a bit more pressure with your blade as a silent sign for him to continue.

“I last saw him in the room with the rainbows in it, blue vest and everything..” he continues, audibly gulping as your blade traces his shoulder. He goes to say something else but gets cut off by another voice-it’s smooth and calm, a slight smug tint to it. “Looking for me? I’m surprised.”

Your eyes drift over the to doorway of the room, pausing in your steps as you see him again. What was his name again…chishiya? Something like that, you heard a girl him that in a game prior-mingle to be exact, you heard her yell his name as they ran into a room. Oh how you wish you could’ve been the one in that room with him!

“There you are!” You beam, hearts already practically forming into your eyes, stepping away from the poor man you had cornered onto the floor like the a bad dog. You hum and step towards him, pointing your knife at him, still speaking like you were completely heart stricken-and you practically were. “You have no idea how long I’ve been looking for you.”

“For me?” He muses, hands shoved into his green jacket as he tilts his head at you, lips curling into his usual smirk. “Well you’re gonna have to catch me first.”

Just as you frown slightly at his statement, he suddenly turns and books it the other way from you. You didn’t even know he could run, honestly. Considering that in every other game he walked calmly through it.

“Damn it!” You hiss, shaking your head and huffing, quickly following after him, letting the poor boy get up and run out of the room to. Your main focus on chishiya. You weren’t going to lose him again. You just wanted to get to now him-was that so wrong? And you’d kill anyone to get it.

Your running is interrupted by a sudden tackle to the ground, he tricked you..he tricked you! How devastating.! Were you really that scary that he doesn’t wanna be near you? You couldn’t let that happen. You always made a way to get what you wanted. And what you wanted was him.

“Sorry…but I’m not letting a pretty thing like you get in my way.” He mutters, and you just grunt-before moments you’re both fighting like cats and dogs, your knife somewhere else on the ground. You’re scratching and yanking on his chair , he’s punching and pushing you to the ground.

At some point you manage to kick him off, sending him against the wall, and he grunts out-but just lazily lifts his head as you begin to push yourself up, his smirk never leaving you.

“…careful, keep hitting me and I’ll start to think you’re into me.” You tease, letting out a small breath as you lick at the blood on your lip, nearly groaning at the taste, your hair is slightly disheveled and you’re a bit sweaty. But you somehow manage to make it look good.

He isn’t any better, his hair messy with the way you’ve tugged and pulled at it, a deep scratch on his cheek that has him breathing a little heavy. He’s starting to realize who he’s messed with, you’re a little crazy…but all the hottest people are, right?

Just as you go to take a step towards him, a hand out to tug at him-he’s dodging it, making you huff in frustration, not even caring to notice that the games timer is running out. His next words are a small tease, smoothly said, “Sorry, but I’m not losing to someone like you, maybe next time we could continue this.”

And then he’s booking it towards another room, and you follow-just to see him smirking cockily at you as he stand at the exit that someone else has unlocked. Cheeky bastard. He really got your hopes up, you just wanted to play this game with him-really do the purpose of hide and seek. To stalk down the halls while he hides-but he just had to go and mess it up.

“You definitely made this game interesting.” He hums, and his eyes look you up and down before he walks backwards and out of the door, leaving you alone in the arena.

“Damn it..” you huff-practically whining the words out as you frown, the all too cheerful voice echoing out ‘player 320 pass!” You groan and huff in frustration, walking away and grabbing your knife again, glancing at one of the nearby clocks and seeing the lack of time, so you stomp out of the room and decide to take your frustration out on any more blue players you see…and some red players too, the rules never said anything against that.

—you’re guided back into the familiar room with all of the bunk beds and the people that have survived, now removed of your red vest. And your eyes immediately lock back onto him, and within an all too eager huff you’re making your way over, ready to attach yourself to his side like a puppy.

“You again? My, seems like you really do have a thing for me.” He muses as he slightly raises a brow at you as sit against his bed, chin in your fist in a casual manner, your knees digging into the cold floor, but you push the thought into the back of your head.

“Can you blame me? You’re just so…” you trail off as you try to think of the word, your eyes looking him up and down, before slowly meeting his gaze again. “..interesting.”

“Interesting, huh?” He huffs, arms casually crossed over his chest as he leans back against the wall. He tilts his head at you, humming as he looks you over, eyes lingering on your lips, the small scab where he hit you. His eyes drift over to across the room to kuina, who’s talking to arisu, probably asking how the game was for him, before looking back at you. “You’re not gonna leave me alone, are you?”

You smirk slightly at that, a small huff of amusement leaving your body, before shaking your head. “I have no plans on doing that, pretty boy.”

“Hm. Very well.” He hums with a small snicker, and based on the look in his eyes-he not against it. Not one bit.

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Hiiii im new but GOD ive fallen in love with your writinga and uhh if u dont mind could you please write a chishiya x reader where the reader and he are highschool sweet hearts but they separate before college and get back together during the borderlands

And uhh...please make it heavily angst (MAKE THE READER DIE) uhewhuehwe

Love you baiiii

—just to lose you again.

Pairing; Chishiya x reader (gender neutral and no use of y/n!)

A/n; I tried to make this angsty as hell, but I kind of forgot how to write angst, so forgive me 😭

Kind of questioning if I should make a master list 🫣

Give me more requests!!! <3

—“it’s like you don’t care about anything anymore.” Your voice murmurs out to chishiya, soft yet firm, trying to get your point across, but he just wouldn’t listen. He never does anymore.

“Jesus…this again? People change. I’m busy.” He mutters with a huff, seeming so disinterested in what you’re trying to communicate. It’s like you don’t know him anymore, he doesn’t seem to care, as if everything in life is pointless.

“….i don’t know how much more of this I can take. It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.” You say with a scoff, your eyes boring into him, but he just looks at you-cat like eyes staring at you as if what you were trying to get him to understand didn’t matter at all.

He drowns himself in books morning to dawn, barely takes care of himself even more, he’s burning himself out…and he just seems so…blank. As if his canvas was covered over with white paint with only a few smudges left.

“Oh really?” He huffs, eyes narrowing slightly, not getting up from his seat in front of his desk where you barged in at, he’s getting fed up-but get rid of his calm demeanor? No.

“Then don’t.” The words are calmly spoken, but harsh, his eyes daring you to retort, but he doesn’t really think you’ll do anything. But he’s cut short when you just mutter a small ‘fine, then.’ and then you were gone. Out of his door. And out of his life. But he can’t bring himself to go after you, maybe this was for the best. You both had different dreams anyways.

Atleast that’s what he told himself.

—“it wasn’t supposed to be this way.” You mutter shakily as you look over at him from across to table, the belt around your waist not allowing you to move. This was the worst game you could’ve ever reunited with him in. You wanted so desperately to text him, or ask him how he was doing. But you couldn’t bring yourself to. Now you had to meet this way.

The king of diamonds. Pick a number and it gets multiplied by .08, and whoever picked the number closest to the answer got a point and the other lose-get to -10 and a pot of boiling acid gets poured over.

The smell of burnt flesh clogs your nose, the smell of the harsh chemicals almost makes you feel dizzy. Your heart is slightly pounding against your chest, your eyes never leaving chishiya.

“It never goes the way you want it to. That’s just how the borderlands work.” He murmurs calmly, a slight hint of his usual smugness in it. His eyes glance over at the king of diamonds who was just burned…but the shackles don’t release. One more must die.

“I wish I wasn’t in this game with you,” you murmur with a small sniffle as you shake your head. Tears welling in your eyes…sure, you broke up before college despite being together since high school, sure you guys had that massive argument…but you didn’t want him to die. And you didn’t either.

“Oh? Seems like you wish a lot of things happened without me.” He remarks snarkily, carrying that smug condescension that makes you want to wrap your hands around his neck and shake him violently. But it’s not like you could do that, you were bound to the chair.

You shake your head again, denying it-was he really that clueless? You loved him, but he couldn’t love himself. That is what ended you guys. ‘That’s not true. I don’t regret a single thing that’s happened with you, chishiya. I just…”

He raises an eyebrow as you trail off, adjusting slightly in his seat and leaning back casually, the timer beginning to go down. Numbers had to be picked.

“…I just don’t want you to die-and I don’t wanna die either.” You murmur firmly, eyes darting to your tablet as you pick your number, your fingers trembling as you press onto one of them. “In high school…you were one of the rotten ones, and I liked you for that, and I always will.”

He pauses at that, before just letting out a hum, his own gaze drifting over to his tablet and picking a number, his moves confident and casual. As calm as a fish in a pond, you were almost jealous at how well he could keep his composure.

You look up at the board as you watch the numbers calculate, multiplying by .08, your body stiffening as you watch, anticipating.

Fuck.

Your lips part into a small and shaky breath as you see it. Chishiya won. He picked the number closest to the multiplied number. You watch as you hit -10 points.

It’s over. It’s really over.

He mumbles your name, and that’s when you look over at him-your eyes watering as you come to realize that you’re about to die. The life you worked so hard building was just about to be gone like it was nothing.

“In another life, I hope we would’ve worked out.” He mutters, his tone calm and cool, but you can hear the way it trembles slightly. And oh how his words go through your ears, you so desperately wanted to be together in this life. Why couldn’t it have been this one?

You don’t get a chance to speak before you hear the pot tip over-and the everything burns. Its burns and it hurts, it has you screaming and writhing in your chair as you try to avoid it. But you screech his name with pained sobs and screams, begging for help.

Chishiya can’t tear his gaze away, his breathing hitching slightly as he watched, his body tensing as he’s forced to watch you scream as the acid burns your skin, burning you to the point you stop moving within seconds. The sounds of his name coming from your mouth going quiet. He can’t even recognize your face anymore-and it makes his heart drop to his stomach.

He wants to hurl as he swallows the small lump forming in his throat, his chest is starting to heave slightly as he stares at your frame hunched over the table. He mutters your name absently as he keeps looking, even as the robotic voice calls out that he won the game, and the shackles around his waist release. But he can’t bring himself to move. his body won’t let him. Every memory he has with you, every holiday he spent with you, every birthday replays in his head and it makes his ears start to ring.

He finally brings himself to stand up, his legs shaking slightly as he tries to keep them from buckling-his eyes not once leaving your frame. He was disappointed when he let you leave that day, and after that he could barely get himself to leave his room. And now you’re gone for good, and you’re not coming back.

He doesn’t want to accept it-and after a second he just turns and stumbles out of the room, thinking that if he stares for any longer he’s gonna start to sob, his usual cool and confident demeanor gone, the walls he’s built crumbled and destroyed like a house of cards with a little gust of wind.

What will he do now? I wanted to make it out of the borderlands for you-but you were right there and out of his grasp. And you won’t ever be again.

Chishiya lost the one thing he wanted to go back for.

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—We meet again, huh?

Pairing; chishiya x reader

A/n; so…I might’ve disappeared for awhile, oopsies!!! I want to start writing more, so give me requests or ideas! I’ll try to not disappear again lol

—it’s surprisingly quiet, atleast to you. You’ve tuned everything out around you into a muffled background noise, the kind that sounds like when you fall asleep with the tv on.

It’s burning. The beach is burning, the flames a sharp contrast to the dark sky, and you can’t bring your eyes to look away. The air nips at your skin, the skin that’s visible because of your swim wear-you didn’t even get a chance to change like you usually would before a game. The ten of hearts appeared out of nowhere.

Your thoughts drift over to chishiya, wondering if he’s okay, along with kuina-the two were last seen together, they managed to slip away from the chaos. But you know he’s better than that, to allow himself to get stuck in the burning building, but you can help but wonder if his luck finally ran out.

You sigh, tilting your head as you continue to stare at the scene, you’re calm about it though. In truth, you were expecting the beaches downfall at some point. You just didn’t expect it to be now-or for it to happen during that last number game. You didn’t even really register that the beach could’ve been a game arena. You’ve been here awhile, and they still know how to surprise you, even a little bit.

Through your haze you manage to hear a small snippet of arisu and usagi talking, they’re starting to back away, probably to go team yo together somewhere else. You turn your head and watch, letting out an audible hum, soft eyes watching as usagi helps him walk, considering he got his face beat in again. The fact they still stuck together is a bit of a relief, you could tell they kind of had a thing for eachother when they first joined. If you even meet them again, you hope they’re still alive and together.

The beach was a prophecy, even though Mira tried to say it wasn’t. But it was. It was a place for people to hook up and party, all because they could die tomorrow if they didn’t try hard enough, and they all had to abide by the one. Hatter. Death to all traitors, he would say-and right now, everyone was a traitor as they watched the beach burn. You included. And maybe Chishiya, wherever he was.

Your eyes drift over to the beach again, your fists slightly clenching at your sides as you take in a breath-it truly was over. You’re on your own. On your again, it isn’t a surprise, but that doesn’t make the information enjoyable to comprehend. Is this really how your life has come to? You can already feel the empty loneliness filling your chest, the one that kuina and chishiya were able to fill.

What to do now? You surely didn’t trust to be allies with any of these hypocrites, they could barely go a day without drugging themselves up with alcohol or some type of special candy. They would get you killed, but they can get themselves killed, it’s not your business.

—you don’t really know how long it’s been since that night, but here you are now, in the middle of shibuya crossing, hands shoved into your pockets as you stare up at the blimp in the sky.

The king of spade’s. Face cards. Interesting.

Just as you are about to move, sounds suddenly echo out-gunshots and screams, causing you to flinch, suddenly hyper aware of everything around you, you certainly weren’t gonna die now.

“Damn it.!” you hiss, hands out of your pockets as you get ready to move-and then you see it. A black thing rolling at your feet, and within seconds your eyes are widening and you’re jumping back and diving behind a car.

BOOM!!! it explodes, the sound echoing out loudly, it almost has your ears ringing. People are screaming, and you don’t know what to do.

“Oh that’s not good…” you hear a familiar voice sigh out, and it has your ears perking up and your body instinctively sitting up a little. Chishiya? You might be mistaken because of all the noises…but are you?

“Go without me!” He follows out saying, before you hear the sound of a car skidding off, the wheels screeching slightly among the road-and then in your peripheral vision he’s diving behind a car and landing on the ground with you and pressing up against the car, and you see his eyebrows raise slightly as he looks at you, instantly recognizing you. A slight smirk curling against his lips.

“Ah…I see you made it out of the beach, hm? Not surprised.” He murmurs in his usual cool and calm tone, but you can hear the small bit of cockiness in it. He’d knew you would survive that place, you said you would.

“Yea..you did too, huh?” You reply with a slight huff, leaning your head back against the car, listening out for the kind of spades, but you assume he went after other people. How the hell were you supposed to clear this game?

“Are you gonna accompany me?” He asks with the same smirk, as if he already knew the answer, and you have to resist the urge to roll your eyes at him, watching as he begins to get up and start to leave the area-and you begrudgingly follow behind, getting up and huffing out.

“Whatever, chishiya.”

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Chishiya with a reader who accidentally falls asleep on him?

—Quiet

A/n;it’s rlly short I’m sorry, I wanted to do this but I didn’t know what to write, so my apologies if it’s bad 🙏🏻

Pairing; chishiya shuntaro x reader

—screw this game. That’s the bitter thought that stays in your head, his king of spades game is total bullshit. Even you had to admit, it was challenging, having to stay alive against this guy.

Chishiya remained cool though, his nonchalant demeanor not once faltering, it was honestly kind of admirable-as it was also kind of irritating.

“Wonder how long this game is gonna last..” he muses underneath his breath with a small hum as he stares at the small fire he made, the fire crackling lightly against the quiet sound of wildlife around you and the little campsite you guys are at-evading from the king of spades.

You were barely listening to what he was saying, the events of the past day finally catching up to you, and you can feel your eyelids getting heavier with every passing second, your body starting to become sluggish.

Chishiya notices your silence, but doesn’t speak of if, until he realizes that you’re not replying to his statement, and then he feels it. Your head drops down onto his shoulder with a light and barely audible thump, the action causing him to freeze slightly, his head turning to look at you with a small mumble of your name.

You don’t reply, not even slightly tilting your head in acknowledgment like you usually would, and it hits him, you’re asleep.

He lets out a small huff of amusement and slight annoyance, but that annoyance fades as quickly as it came and he just looks back at the fire he set up, letting you sleep in his shoulder without much resistance, keeping as still as he can so you won’t stir, and he knows once you awake up he’s gonna tease the hell out of you for it.

But he can’t bring himself to wake you up, so he just lets you lean against him and nuzzle up against his shoulder, completely out of it. He even slightly leans his head against yours, but that’s the most he brings himself to do.

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—Parasitic.

A/n; sorry I haven’t written in some time, I’ve had terrible writers block and I’ve been busy with my schoolwork, so forgive me 🙏🏻

Pairing; chishiya shuntaro x reader

Parasitic.

That’s the word you’d use to describe chishiya. He’s a parasite. He takes advantage of the people that trust with their whole heart, or even if they trust only with a little part of it-he takes advantage of it. No matter who you are. Hes a parasite that uses the people around him. And yet again, that’s what he’s done.

You’re seething-at the point that someone would take a look at you and would think you’re a rabid dog. But that’s also maybe because of the flames around you from the beach as it burns in flames.

He had betrayed you for the damn cards, he played you and arisu at the same time-oh, you should’ve known, that little—

You pause the thought as you jump out of the was as a piece of a pillar nearly falls onto you, shit-you need to get out of this building, the ten of hearts game has to be over by now, right?

Despite being blinded by anger, you’re not that dumb to realize that you have to get out of this god forsaken building.

after some time you manage to get out of the building, okay for the most part, few scratches here and there, but you’re not really burned, so you’d say you were fine.

But you’re still so angry at the whole thing-chishiya really did that. You knew he was a parasite-you knew it, but you couldn’t help but trust him, and he threw it under the bus just like that.

Oh, you were pissed-infuriated. And god knows you’re not gonna let that go.

—“Hm, you survived the beach? Shouldn’t be surprised, since it is you.”

A familiar voice calls out to you as you step into a new game, the jack of hearts-and you tense at the voice, already knowing who it is, the sound already having you seethe in your spot.

He watches with a light smirk as you turn your head to glare at him, the explosive collar around both of your necks making it impossible for you to leave this game.

Chishiya can’t help but have a small sense of amusement at your anger, it’s radiating from you in heavy waves, he knows you’re mad at him-and for good reason.

You just want to lunge at him, tackle him and show him who he fucked with-and whose feelings he’s hurt. He really crossed you, and he knows that.

“C’mon now…in order for me to gain something I had to lose something, you know how it works.”

He muses, half expecting you to punch him or pounce, his voice is smooth and calm, and that alone just angers you-it’s like he doesn’t feel any type of remorse, he truly was an apathetic bastard.

“Yea?” You huff out, forcing a small smile on your face, buts it’s obviously strained, and it quickly fades into a small scowl, your judging gaze burning holes through him-not that he cared.

“So I was worth losing? Throwing under the bus like that? I was just a pawn?”

You ask bitterly, your fingers slightly clenching as they form into fists at your sides, you knew you were a pawn, but it still hurt-and it was a good reason to be angry.

“If it was up to me I would’ve kept you around, but I wanted those cards.” He says nonchalantly with a simple shrug of his shoulders, head tilting to the side like Cheshire Cat-as if you were a mouse he could just step on with his paws. “Shouldn’t have gotten attached to me anyway, you know that.”

“You wanna know what you are chishiya?” You ask with a small chuckle, one that is so forced as you try to keep yourself grounded, you just want to pounce on him and shove his face in.

“What?” He asks with a slight raise of his brow, his amusement still evident, as if him playing with you was his favorite activity. And honestly, it was-the way you got angry so fast was amusing, as if anger was the only way you knew how to deal with things.

“You’re a parasite.” Your words echo out into the room, and they actually make him pause, his head tilting to the other side, silently asking for you to elaborate. He’s been called a lot of things, but never a parasite.

“You use people-you use the trust that people have, and you use that to your advantage and then when you’re done you throw them away. That’s parasitic, you do it just because you can.”

You say harshly with a scoff, taking a step towards him, but he doesn’t move and just lets you come close to him, your hands twitching as if you’re resisting to hit him.

“I do what I have to do.” He replies with a small huff, not feeling remorse for what he did, how he basically left you like you were nothing, just for some cards. Oh, that’s funny. Really funny.

“No, you do it because you can, and you know that you can get away with it. Just like how a parasite does, that’s what you are, a parasitic, apathetic, bastard.” You argue with a shake of your head, your jaw beginning to tighten, and he realizes he’s beginning to back into a wall with the way you keep getting closer.

“You’re really caught up on this, aren’t you?—“

He doesn’t get to finish before you’re suddenly grabbing him by his collar and yanking him closer, your words going straight into his ear.

“Admit it, you’re a damn parasite.” You say harshly into his ear, and it’s then he realizes how truly pissed you are, and he slightly stumbles as you suddenly let him go, giving him a glare before you turn and walk towards the other room without another word-there’s a silent threat to your words, as if you’d make him see who he crossed if he came near you again.

He just huffs quietly and flattens out the spot on his white jacket where you grabbed him, unsure of what to say-he really knows he fucked up, and after a second his eyes drift to the side, the robotic voice saying that the amount of players has been achieved, and started explaining the rules.

“This game is gonna be interesting, especially with them…” he mumbles under his breath, following you into the other room where the other players were waiting, how fun.

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aaa i love your fics. you don’t have to do this but what about reader who blushes every single time she locks eyes w/ chishiya? and he knows she likes him like the lil shitty goober he is…i just wanna see what you’d think he do in this situation :)

—watchful eyes

A/n; TYYY for the suggestion!!! I don’t know if this is good or not so if it’s bad i apologize lol <3

Pairing; Chishiya Shuntaro x reader <3

—you can’t help it, the way your eyes land on him when he isn’t looking, making sure to look at him when he isn’t looking at you so that he doesn’t know. (He knows.)

And right now is another one of those occasions, your eyes landing on him despite your spot at the edge of the pool, him leaning against one of the walls with kuina.

He isn’t looking at you-or atleast you don’t think he is-so it gives you the chance to look at him, your stare almost longing. In your eyes he is just perfect, looks and personality wise-except for the fact that he was a cunning bastard, it has its moments where it’s infuriating.

You don’t even realize how obvious your staring is, or that chishiya is starting to smirk to himself, obviously aware of your looking.

But then he turns to look at you, subtly raising an eyebrow at you, letting out a small hum of amusement as your eyes immediately widen as you look away, your face already starting to feel hot as your cheeks burn up. And in that moment, you know he knows.

Your mind is already starting to run a thousand miles per hour, and in that moment all you can do is just stare at the pool water as he gets off of the wall and makes his way towards you-his hands casually shoved into the pockets of his white jacket, his signature smirk on his face.

“You know…you stare a lot.” He huffs out with a teasing tone, taking it upon himself to sit next to you, and you feel your heart speed up at the fact he’s sitting so close to you, and the fact he’s also talking to you.

“No I don’t, I don’t…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You mumble with a shake of your head, trying to deny it-even though you know it’s true. It’s not your fault he always attracts your gaze.

“You say that,” he muses, pausing for a second to let the words simmer before he tacks on, “but everytime I look at you, you’re always looking at me. But when we meet eyes you look away, it’s almost disappointing.”

At his words he turns his head to look at you, his head tilting the side, his eyes digging into the side of your head, silently daring you to meet his gaze.

“It’s amusing really, that you can’t even meet eyes with me.” He teased in his usual casual tone, letting out a huff when you don’t say anything else, as if you had given up on denying it.

He reaches out and suddenly puts two fingers under your chin, gently tapping as a silent request for you to look at him.

“C’mon, look at me..I wanna see those eyes of yours.” He hums, his tone carrying undeniable amusement, hearing the way your breath softly hitches, but then you turn your head slightly to look at him, your cheeks immediately starting to redden as you guys lock eyes again. You have to put so much effort into not looking away, not that you want to, with the way his eyes are basically drawing you in.

“There you go…not so bad looking at me is it?” He questions, and you know better than to not know that he was teasing you like the little bastard he was, knowing he had the upper hand in this situation.

“It’s not so bad.” You huff out, finding yourself almost leaning into his touch. It’s then you realize the secret is out of the bag now.

“Who would’ve figured that you would like someone like me, hm? Im almost impress—“ you don’t let him finish because of the scoff you let out.

“How could I not? Do you not realize how great you are?” You huff out, your eyebrows slightly furrowing at him, gaining some of your confidence back. He lets out a low whistle at your sudden feistiness.

“And what is so great about me?” He asks as he raises an eyebrow at you, smirking as he waits for an answer, watching as you roll your eyes at his ignorance, turning your gaze back to the pool.

“I swear to god I am so close to shoving you in this pool.”

“Oh really?” He hums out in an amused tone, leaning closer to you, knowing you wouldn’t do that to him..or atleast he hopes you wouldn’t.

“One more word, chishiya, and I will—“

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—Bleed out

A/n; hi! Srry I haven’t been posting much, I’ve been busy with school and stuff, and some personal family issues, but I wanna get back to posting now!!

Pairing; Arisu Ryohei x reader <3

—A mumble of your name breaks the ringing in your ears, Arisu’s voice is shaky, words cracking slightly.

You don’t reply, not having the words to say to him-not that you could say anything in the moment, the painful wound of the bullet in your abdomen clouding what you want to say. You feel it, the blood, it’s thick-already starting to form a red spot on your shirt, having the slight metallic smell to it.

Arisu lets out a gasp of your name as your legs buckles beneath you, and suddenly you’re falling to the floor, hand grasping at your wound as the blood immediately makes your fingers red and sticky.

“Why would you do that?-why would you take that bullet for me?!” He sputters out frantically, his hands pressing onto your wound after he moves your own hands away, his breath hitching at the blood.

“I…I wanted to do something out of character..” You mumble out with a shaky breath, staring up at him, just letting yourself lay there…and you feel weak, you hate that feeling, arisu knows that-judging by the way his eyes soften down at you.

In arisu’s opinion(and probably majority of the people who’ve met you), you were the most stubborn, and tough headed person he’s met. With the way you would always refuse help when you were injured from games, or when you were playing a game-but now you took a bullet for him, without hesitation.

“Y-You didn’t have to do that…that’s a lot of blood—“ he mumbles, his heart pounding-and not in a good way, his body is shaking as his mind runs a thousand miles per second, tears forming in his eyes. He doesn’t know what to do.

“…Arisu.” You mumble, hand grasping up to put on top of one of his, letting out a shaky breath, clearly trying to get his attention. And it takes him a second to realize that you want his attention.

“What is it.?” He asks you in a mumbled tone, giving you all of his attention, as if nothing could tear his eyes and attention away from you, and to be fair, it probably wouldn’t. You were his priority right now.

“I…want you…to go play the queen of hearts, I want you to beat the games.”

You mutter, a hint of a command in your tone, and Arisu knew better than to not follow it-but he couldn’t leave you. You’re bleeding out-and you want him to leave you?? No way.

“But what about you? You’re bleeding out—“ he scoffs, shaking his head lightly, a subtle frown forming on his lips.

“I’ll be okay..” you mumble, still staring up at him, but then you start to shift, pushing yourself to sit up with a grunt, biting at your bottom lip as you push yourself to sit back against an abandoned car.

“Go, arisu.” You demand weakly with a huff, pausing for a second before you tack on before he can protest. “Please..”

At you please, he hesitates, knowing that you want him to go to the last game-but he still doesn’t want to leave you like this. But..he would do anything for you, and you’re on the verge of begging. He feels stuck, he wants to stay with you-but he wants to go do the last game like you want him too.

And after a couple of seconds he suddenly takes off the yellowish pull over he’s wearing, and putting it over you, mostly bunching it up over your wound, a some type of tourniquet-but it’s more so an arts and craft project.

“Okay…” he huffs out, kneeling in front of you, hands gently going to the back of your head to gently pull you in, forcing your head to rest on his shoulder, his face burying itself into your hair. You feel him take a deep breath, his lips gently pressing into the space of your forehead your hairline, before he pulls away. “I’ll be back, I promise.”

You guys stare at eachother for a second, before you reach and hand out and weakly place it on his shoulder, subtly pushing him, a sign for him to go.

“And I’ll be waiting for you, arisu…go beat that game for me.” You mumble with a weak breath, giving his shoulder a small squeeze before you let go, you see the way he hesitates to leave-but he knows he just, this could save you.

After moments of hesitation he finally turns and starts to hurry his way off to the game arena, his fingers lightly twitching as he resists the urge to go back to you, even as he feels your eyes staring at him as he leaves.

You’ll live through this-right..?

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Hiiii this is my first request so im sry if this is not enough but can you do banda or yaba i love them with a reader that is like dazai this is inspired by what i saw in tumblur and i just was so obsessed with that idea so if you can pls do it tho ofcourse you can not do it!

—Secret alliances

A/n; I’m sorry this is pretty bad imo, but I had no idea who Dazai was and tried to do what I saw on TikTok, so it’s most likely so out of character! 😓

Pairing; Sunato Banda x Reader

—“let’s take a looksy.!” Your voice says in a sing song voice, acting to nonchalant and calm as if you couldn’t basically kill him right now..but you wouldn’t do that, since you’re allies.

Banda just hums quietly, patiently standing there as you lean back to get a look at the back of his collar, grabbing a small handful of his dark locks and moving out of the collars way, ignoring his small grunt in retaliation.

“…and you’re a club.” You hum as you tap the back of his collar to signify your point before letting go of his hair, not waiting for a reply before you turn around, already tugging some of your hair away from the collars way.

Banda huffs quietly in an amused tone, finding it quite amusing how you were always calm and playful, even though you could die at any second-even with how smart you were.

“You’re a heart.” He says simply, copying you and tapping the back of your collar before you turn around to face him again.

“Okay…so that settles another round then?” You muse, showing of that small and Cheshire Cat like grin of yours that he had come so used to over the past few games he’s played with you, including this one-it was as if luck was on his side, really, no matter what game it was, you both would somehow meet up again.

“That it does, and I have a feeling the game will end soon.” He huffs casually with a shrug of his shoulders, noting how empty the asylum looked with how many people have gotten eliminated.

You scoff quietly under your breath-almost as if you were disappointed, or maybe even bored. “That’s disappointing..but thanks to the other guy we secured our guess on who the Jack is.”

“Mhm…speaking off, I’m sure our teammates are probably looking for us now. Can’t let the alliance out yet, can we?” He mumbles with a small smirk, watching as you roll your eyes, but agreeing anyway.

“I guess…you’re dinner to hang out with than chishiya…you actually put up with me and entertain me.”

You huff out, being a little dramatic about it, even though it wasn’t a big deal-but he just quietly chuckles in amusement, finding the thought of you being bored of chishiya.

After saying a few more things, you both decide it’s time to split up and go back to your reluctant partners, you giving him a playful wink as you walk away and head towards the area chishiya was at, while he makes his way back to matsushita.

—“I had a feeling it was you.” Chishiya draws out casually as he walks out from him room, catching matsushita by surprise as he stops laughing, realizing that he’s been figured out.

Before he can sputter out another word, Banda also steps out from a room, hands casually shoved into his pockets, a slight smirk on his face. “Not a lot of people team up with someone like me, you kind of walked right into this.” Banda sighs, amused at the whole ordeal, along with chishiya as he lightly huffs.

“You didn’t even realize that he was acting like he was under your control, he manipulated you in the long run.”

And then there’s more footsteps, you walking out from behind a corner, still alive as well, much to matsushita’s disappointment-he’s had it out for specifically since the beginning.

“Oh, there’s more of use left than I thought there would be..and you didn’t manage to get me out like you wanted to, huh? So sad.”

You mumble out with a feigned pout, but it quickly drops as you see Banda, immediately attaching yourself to his side, almost like a dog as Banda would describe it. Chishiya raises an eyebrow slightly at you going towards Banda instead, but he quickly understands what’s happening, and he can’t say he surprised, so he decides not to mention it.

“Wait no-it’s not me!—“ matsushita tries to sputter out, only to be interrupted by you scoffing, looking at him like he was stupid, watching the realization of that his partner was working with you the entire time, and that he had basically lost.

Banda and Yaba decided to have some fun with him, trapping him in his room and deciding to make some answer about the borderlands come out of him…despite knowing that matsushita would probably fold rather quickly.

And to no one’s surprise, you turn and follow after Banda, staying by his side as yaba stays on his other-you weren’t gonna go with chishiya of all people..and he may have already left the building, so it was too late for you to follow him.

More fun for you and Banda, right?

[y0ur-lovrr]

this doesn't really give you a idea but maybe a angst with chishiya?

—Forgotten Memories.

A/n; I didn’t rlly have an idea for this one, so if it’s bad i apologize, but ty for leaving a request!! <3

Pairing; Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader <3

—The only sounds around you are the sounds of the light breeze and the light and ragged breaths of Chishiya underneath you, biting back small grunt as you keep your hands forced against his gunshot wound.

Your own breaths are ragged and pained, you having your own gunshot wound on your side, though you refused to care for it right now considering that Chishiya is bleeding out in front of you.

“Stop it-you’re also bleeding out, you know?” Chishiya grunt, trying to put pressure against your own wound, though not having much energy to do so.

“I’m fine…We’re gonna be okay-Arisu and then are finishing the last few games..and we’re gonna go…home.” You mutter through slightly gritted teeth, pausing to let out shaky breaths, trying to keep yourself awake and grounded despite your body starting to feel weaker.

He lets out a small grunt as your knees suddenly buckle beneath you, making you almost crash down against him, his arms instantly grabbing you by your shoulders and pushing you to sit down beside him as he leans back against the abandoned car.

For once, he doesn’t know what to say, and you don’t either. Instead sitting in silence as one of your hands leave his wound to press onto yours, putting as much pressure as you can in order to attempt to slow the bleeding. You can feel the warm and thick liquid coat your hands, staining your shirt and bottoms, your eyes trained on the sky above you.

But after a few moments suddenly fireworks start to light up the sky, making his eyes also drift upwards, his eyebrows slightly raising.

“All surviving players will be presented with two choices.” The robotic voice of the game plays out from the sky, and you huff slightly in reply, Chishiya letting out a quiet hum.

“Players must now all decide whether to accept permanent residence in this country, or decline it.”

And then it’s silent, besides the sounds of the fireworks in the sky and your own breathing and heartbeat that plays in your ears.

Chishiya waits for a second to catch his breath, before he breathes out, “I decline.”

And without missing a beat you reply too. The words “I decline, I decline the offer” leave your mouth in a quiet mutter, not having much breath or strength left in you.

One of your hands reach over and grab onto one of his, gently gripping his fingers against yours, but chishiya doesn’t decline it and instead gives yours a gentle squeeze.

But what worries him is when he hears your breathing start to get quieter, making his head turn towards you, his eyebrows slightly furrowing as he sees how your eyes flutter closed.

He mutters your name, concern etching its way into his normally casual tone, giving your hand a tug as he calls your name again, but then, he suddenly feels his eyes close, his own consciousness leaving him, but he spends the last bit of his consciousness trying to shake you awake-not wanting you to go to sleep forever.

—You’re walking down the hospital hallway-more like stumbling, having a small crutch to help you walk. You’ve been awake for a day now, having been told about how a meteor had hit Shibuya-and you were in its space when it happened, along with others. You were dead for a minute, but you were brought back with cpr, but being left injured from the blow.

“Apologies, but do we know eachother?” A voice rings out from behind you as you walk towards a vending machine, your fingers pausing just before you’re about to put your money in.

“Uhm…” you mumble as you turn your head to look at the voice, and then you see him. A guy around your age, bleached hair and also using a crutch. But you can’t remember if you do know him, but you can feel a small sense of familiarity-but you don’t know him, you would’ve remembered him if you did.

“I have no idea who you are, sorry.” You mumble with a small sigh, staring at him for a second more before you turn back towards the vending machine and put your money in, selecting your item and waiting for it to fall down.

“Oh. I just get the feeling we know eachother, that’s all.” He says with a small huff, shifting on his feet slightly, watching as you struggle to bend down and grab your item.

“Well I don’t know you, so..” you mutter with a huff, glancing at him for a second before you walk past him with your crutch, wanting to go back to your room, feeling his eyes watch as you leave.

As you walk away, Chishiya’s eyes don’t leave you. He can’t name it, but something about you is so familiar-but he can’t remember who you are, but something about your eyes and the way you carry yourself has a sense of familiarity. He’s unaware of what happened in the borderlands, how close you two got, and how you basically died next to eachother.

But now, you’re both back to being strangers.

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—Sleep patterns.

Based off of this song-

A/n; hiii, this was my first attempt at writing some type of angst, so if it’s bad i apologize lol, I haven’t really wrote angst before so I thought I’d try it, spoilers of season two of aib ahead!!

…maybe I will do a part 2 to this 🤷‍♀️

Pairing; everyone x reader (but you can pair yourself with whoever)

—kuina, Anne, And Usagi looked at you as you slumped at the wall, your hands holding onto your abdomen where the king of has stabbed you multiple times-blood spilling out of you like a broken faucet.

“Thank you for playing with me…I gave it my all.” You mutter with a sigh and a faint smile, having already accepted your fate that you had lost at this game, that you had lost at beating the borderlands, but you didn’t seem afraid, even as your eyes closed. It was unnerving seeing you accept fate so easily, as if you gave up on fighting even though you gave the king of spades your all.

They were all beat up to, Anne barely able to sit herself up from the floor, Kuina stabbed multiple times in her side, Usagi stabbed in her knees. But in that moment, you looked worse, and they couldn’t comprehend it, all frozen as they stared at you. You had been there since the beginning, even though you refused to accept the alliance at first, they thought of you as family.

Kuina screeches your name as he knees buckle beneath her, her hands immediately latching onto you and shaking you by your shoulders, attempting to wake you back up-as if you were just taking a nap.

But you didn’t.

You didn’t move, getting shaken with no resistance, even as her tears dripped down her cheeks, even as her bloody hands grip your shoulders a bit too tight.

“Why aren’t they moving?! Why won’t they wake up?!” She asked in a frantic yet desperate tone, ignoring her own pain as she try’s to wake you up, knowing it won’t work, but she couldn’t comprehend that you weren’t going to wake up.

Footsteps came back, the recognizable pants of Arisu sounding out as he makes his way over, just got done blowing up the king of spades. But he stops as he sees the scene in front of him.

Usagi was crying as she leaned back against a wall, trying to stop the bleeding on her legs, Anne laying on the floor with ragged breaths, and you. Slumped against the wall, not moving or barely breathing with Kuina frantically shaking your shoulders, trying to not start sobbing.

It made him feel sick, his breath catching in his throat. Guilt forms in his stomach, his head already starting to spin, maybe if he hadn’t taken so long to kill the king of spades with Aguni, maybe-just maybe, he could’ve saved you. But maybe he could-maybe if he beat the final game quick enough! That would work, right? It had to of, if they beat the final game this would all stop, right?—

“Arisu…” Usagi’s voice muttered, her voice shaky and pained, her eyes looking towards him, watching his eyes move over to hers, his eyes softening at her condition. The tears in his eyes makes her heart clench, he had no idea how all of this happened-the plan to bomb the king was supposed to work, not have it end up like this. It’s a blood bath.

Her eyes spoke a thousand words to him, and he reached out and grabbed her arm, putting it over his shoulder, making her use him as a crutch, carrying her weight easily.

“M-Maybe if we finish the last game it would save them-save them and Chishiya, Anne-“ he sputters out, words trembling over another as his mind worked quickly, and Usagi couldn’t bring herself to argue, knowing that it might work..but it was very thin chance. But knowing Arisu, he wouldn’t give up, he already lost so many-losing you and Anne would just break him.

He doesn’t know it, but hours from now, his found family will be torn apart. And he will beat the games with Usagi and wake up in the hospital. Having no memory of what happened, and you won’t talk him or the others again, not even remembering that you existed.

He will forget the time when you both sat down on the hood of an abandoned car as the sun set down, and how he asked you what you wanted in life. And all you said was ‘I don’t know’, he will forget how that stuck with him.

Anne and Kuina won’t remember how you would ride in the car at night to games, blasting the music on full blast and letting them sing to some song you never heard of before.

Usagi would forget how you admitted you afraid that one time you both were hunting for food, how you admitted that you were afraid of not being good enough, and how you afraid of dying without a fight.

Usagi and Arisu begin to make their way to the Queen of Hearts game, trying to go as fast as they could, leaving Kuina and Anne with you.

Kuina had given up on shaking you and trying to wake you up, instead laying down on the ground, staring up the sky as her gaze often moves towards you and to Anne, and the sight makes her want to cry even more. You promised her, promised her that you would escape the games with her, and that you would still be friends in the other world.

But now you can’t finish that promise, and a part of her wants to be mad at you for that. But she can’t. She could never bring herself to be mad at you. She moves one of her hands and shakily grabs onto one of yours, the blood making it slippery, as her other hand reaches towards Anne’s, silently praying that they finish the game fast.

It’s quiet despite her ragged breaths and the light breathing of Anne, it’s quiet without your constant sarcastic comments and little quips, and she finds herself already missing it, missing you.

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-Flirting fail??

A/n; decided to write for arisu since he’s so underrated 😓, I did get a little bit of inspo from someone else’s fanfic I read a while back, if I can remember it I’ll tag the person! I will also admit that the ending is a big rushed cause I was falling asleep lol

Pairing; Arisu Ryohei x reader!

—“I could make a bomb out of that, you know.”

You mutter casually with a shrug as you sit with Arisu in an abandoned apartment, watching from the corner of your eye as Arisu stops sipping from his soda can, glancing over at you, seeing how you look slightly proud of your information.

He just stays silent for a second, not sure what to say, glancing down at his soda can before back at you.

“That’s very cool.” He mumbles with an awkward chuckle, not sure what to say-he’s never sat so close to you before, or he so close to you before. So you suddenly bringing that up makes him a bit more nervous.

“I can teach you, you know. I just need a few wires and batteries,” You tell him as you lean closer to him, your breath slightly brushing against the side of his face as you lift your hand to trace the side of his still half full soda can, your other arm reaching behind him to rest on the raggedy table behind him.

“You just have to pop the top off and then—“ snap! The table suddenly snaps and makes a small crash as one of the legs crack underneath it, the sudden loss of stability making you lose the bit of stability you had-crashing right onto Arisu’s shoulder.

You being close was enough-but now that happened, Arisu couldn’t help how red his face was, from trying to not laugh, and also how much closer you were now.

“Uhm…” you huff out as you shift away, fiddling with your thumbs in your lap as you try to gain back your usual ego-of course it had to go that way with your luck.

“Are you okay?” Arisu mumbles with a small chuckle, reaching a hand out to rub your shoulder, trying to not snicker at your flustered reaction. Seeing you like that since you usually weren’t was quite humorous.

“Now that’s just sad…the first time I’ve seen you try to flirt with someone and you end up breaking the table. You’re zero to one—“

A voice suddenly calls out, and you immediately recognize it as the voice as chishiya, his voice calm and teasing, and you could already imagine the Cheshire grin on his face.

“You didn’t see that.” You snap as you turn towards him, trying to ignore Arisu’s face in your peripheral vision, his face growing even more red as he realizes you were flirting with him-or tried to…before you accidentally broke the table.

“I did though. Such a shame Kuina isn’t awake, she would’ve loved to see that.”

He grins, leaning against the door frame, watching you and Arisu with an amused gaze. From right here Arisu can see the similarities between you two, and he knew he was about to witness and sibling squabble, the idea only making him smile to himself more.

“Shut up, you little runt—“ you don’t even finish as you chuck a pillow at chishiya, to which he just dodges it before leaning back on the doorframe.

“Runt? Says the one who failed at basic flirting. Can’t even flirt with someone as easy as Arisu.” He tsks, shaking his head in mock disappointment, not paying attention to Arisu’s slightly caught off guard look at the sudden jab.

Chishiya watches as your eyebrows furrow and your jaw sets, clearly getting more frustrated and embarrassed.

“Eh, c’mon..I’m your big brother, I’m supposed to embarrass you—“ he mocks, getting cut off by you getting up and storming past him and going into a random room-presumably to calm yourself down.

Arisu, still stunned, just continues to sit there-watching as chishiya begins to snicker under his breath, before shaking his head and turning and walking back to where he was before.

Arisu just stares where you once were-you were flirting with him?-you were flirting with him! The person he thought didn’t even realize he existed, he can’t help but feel giddy and he wants to go talk to you and maybe help you calm down. But then the sudden voice of Kuina makes him jump.

“Did they really break the table.?” She mumbled sleepily, clearly still half asleep, making Arisu remember that she was sleeping on one of the couches in the corner of the room. Before he can speak, she speaks up again-her tone carrying a hint of teasing.

“You know…they really can make a bomb out of a can, seen them do it, it’s pretty cool.”

“Thank you, Kuina, for your much needed opinion.” He huffs out sarcastically, setting his soda can down and getting up, her voice speaking from the couch once more as she turns over to face away from him, in the verge of falling back asleep.

“Go get them already..”

“What do you think I’m doing?”

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—A fighter, huh?

A/n:Im not really sure If this may be a bit out of character for him, but I wrote this when I was half asleep forgive me! 😭

I will also say that I will take requests for posts if you want to leave a submission and what not-enjoy reading! <3

Pairing; Chishiya Shuntaro x reader <3 (no gender applied I don’t think)

—chishiya hums quietly under his breath to himself as he situates himself against the railing of the hotel building, his eyes watching the floors below as the tagger moves, the sound of bullets hitting bodies and the footsteps of players and the tagger.

He got high up to get a good view of the other floors, an advantage point of finding the symbol needed to clear this game of ‘tag’.

Safe to say, it’s been a little boring to him, not having a clear idea of where the symbol is yet, but he doesn’t draw his eyes away.

Until something catches his attention, the sight of an altercation happening at one of the lower floors, between the tagger..and a player, or a couple of players.

“A fighter? Interesting..” he hums with a slightly smirk, leaning forward slightly, the slight breeze making his hair sway slightly from underneath his hood, but he just watches.

He recognizes one of the players as aguni, since he was a military man at the beach, so him being a fighter was expected. But even he was close to be downed. The other being a guy with blonde hair and an orange pull over shirt, bleeding from his side and leaning against the wall-probably got hit in an artery.. if chishiya could recall his name was Karube or something along the sort, he heard his friend call him that earlier at the starting point. But he wasn’t really paying attention.

But the one that caught his attention was the person actually fighting majority of it. Your moves were maybe a little sloppy, but it made it almost graceful with the way you were throwing punches left and right, ducking to avoid any hits-and it works in your favor considering the tagger’s gun was left laying on the floor.

“Hmmm…” he huffs out with a light snicker, clearly interested as he watches, even from here he can see that you were kind of roughed up-but not as much as he thought you would be. A bloody nose and maybe a busted lip, and he can just imagine how scratched up your knuckles were.

He watches as you throw another punch at the tagger-hitting them right in the face, hard enough to make them stumble back, before they suddenly lift their leg and kick at you, the hit hitting you right in your stomach, sending you stumbling back into the railing, back harshly landing into it, and he’s sure it would leave a bruise.

“Damn it..anyone tell you that kicking is a cheap move?” Your voice mumble out with a small grunt, lifting one of your hands to wipe the blood off of your nose. If he was an idiot he would have thought you were done-but he was no idiot.

Chishiya huffs out another light snicker of amusement as he watches as you throw yourself forward and collide yourself with the tagger, sending both you and them down the stairs, and he can hear the noise of you guys thudding down the stairs with grunts, giving Karube and Aguni to help find the symbol.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” He mumbles to himself under his breath as he sees that’s theirs only 10 minutes left of the game, taking off his hood and turning and walking, having an idea where the symbol is-Arisu having the same idea

After the game is cleared, Chishiya and Aguni are walking out of the building, before Aguni stops and turns to a different direction, looking at something, making Chishiya raise a brow slightly and look over too.

“Damn kid took on majority of that fight like an idiot.” Aguni huffs out gruffly as he shakes his head, watching as you stand a few feet away from them, your head tilted back with your hand lightly against your nose, clearly trying to not get any more blood on your shirt.

“C’mon…I like this shirt…” you huff under your breath, annoyance in your voice along with a hint of pain, Chishiya lets out a small huff, finding it quite amusing that your shirt is what you were worried about.

“You might have a broken nose, you know..and your priority is your shirt, how straight forward that is.” He calls out casually, hands shoved in his pockets as if he wasn’t just at deaths door with his close this game got.

“So? It’ll heal. And I can’t get blood out of a shirt, it’ll just stain.” You retort with a huff, turning your head to look over at them, and lightly glaring at Chishiya, not finding his comment very amusing.

Chishiya quietly scoffs in reply, a slight smirk dancing across his lips, and Aguni isn’t really amused by your back and forth either. But before either of them can get another word out, you speak up for them.

“Man, you got roughed up, guess we kind of underestimated the dude, huh?” You mumble with a hint of sarcasm in it-referring to how Aguni told you and Karube that the tagger was a human and probably easy to beat with the three of you. Though he won’t admit that it was harder than expected. Aguni couldn’t help but scoff at your snarky comment, speaking as if you weren’t also a bit roughed up.

“But I had fun, so hopefully next time we meet I’ll be able to fight someone with you again.” You mutter with an amused huff and pat Aguni on the shoulder in a sort of mocking way-but he couldn’t really tell, you were kind of hard to read, but once again you don’t let them speak as you push past them and call out to Arisu and Karube in the distance.

“Hey! Can we go see Chota now? I wanna tell him about how I beat the hell out of that guy!” You exclaim enthusiastically as you jog slightly to catch up to them, Chishiya watching as you and your friends figures disappear into the dark streets.

“Hmm…she’s a fighter huh? And a good one at that.” He hums and slightly raises a brow at Aguni who just huffs and rolls his eyes, shaking his head slightly and gesturing for him to follow along as he heads away from the building, planning on going back to the The Beach. And Chishiya follows after him, you were definitely a character, that’s for sure. And he couldn’t help but wonder what’ll happen when he sees you again. You’ll most likely meet in another game anyway. But, he was interested in when that’ll be.

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-Some comfort.

A/n: Hi!! This is my first written piece and I’m sorry if it’s bad lol, any tips to write better is appreciated! <3

-no use of y/n, cs I hate that personally. I’m new to the tumblr thing so i apologize if it’s bad. Gn!reader, I don’t think I put any specific pronouns into this, but then again I didn’t proofread it, so apologies in advance.

Pairing- Chishiya shuntarou x reader <3

—“Seems like we’ve lost our partner.”

Chishiya hums,his voice calm and smooth as it always is,but you can catch the small clear glimpse of disappointment in it.

“You were too kind for a game like this, ippei.” He mumbles under his breath, staring at the body of his now dead partner on the floor of his solitary confinement cell, his head exploded off from the collar-blood all over the place. But because of his experience of being a med student, the blood didn’t really bother him-like anything bothered him, really. He was always as calm as a swimming pool.

But for you it was different. It bothered you-a whole lot. Throughout this stupid game you had grown to like ippei, having the thought that he would make it out of this game, like you and chishiya. But he didn’t.

Sniffles coming from chishiya’s side caught his attention, letting out a small hum and turning his head to look at you, hands casually shoved into the pockets of his white jacket.

There you stood beside him, eyes staring down at the scene in front of you, chest lightly heaving as your eyes are already tear filled, your bottom lip trembling as you try to not let any tears fall. His eyes analyze you, watching thoughtfully as he sees the way your fingers twitch at your sides, your eyes slightly wide and pupils slightly dilated. Clearly on the verge of having a breakdown, about to turn into a sobbing mess.

Everything sounds like it’s underwater in your ears, the voices of the other players down the hall are muffled, along with the sound of your breathing, for once even your thoughts are silent. Not even realizing how tears start to stream down your cheeks, unable to tear your eyes away from the body on the floor-the sight of his blood making you feel sick. You couldn’t help it..you knew that ippei killed himself cause he didn’t want to play anymore.

He truly was too sweet for this messed up place, you and chishiya both knew that.

“It’s unfortunate, I know.” Chishiya mumbles as he looks at you, shifting his feet to face you, slightly raising an eyebrow as you don’t move. He’s actually starting to grow concerned about you, he knew you’d cry-but not break like this, it was almost unnerving how you were just standing there.

He says your name, not once, but twice, but it’s as if you couldn’t hear him. It’s only when he lightly grasps onto your shoulder that you turn to look at him, sputtering out a ‘huh?’.

Before he can get a word out you cut him off with a small sob, your hands lifting to wipe your tears, you didn’t like crying, he knew that. He couldn’t help but notice how hard your hands were being with your face, wiping the flowing tears so hard that your cheeks are starting to turn red from the constant touching.

“I-I thought we had it under control…I thought we were all getting out of here together—“ you mutter out to chishiya between sniffles, your body starting to slightly tremble as you try to comfort yourself by wrapping one of your arms around your abdomen while the other continues to stay wiping your cheeks.

He doesn’t let you say another word, unusually bringing a hand out to you and placing it on your shoulder in a soothing manner, trying to be comforting to you. And it was working, honestly.

“He was too kind for this game, but we still have eachother, right?” He hums, just letting you cry, watching as you nod your head in reply, mumbling under your breath. He couldn’t understand your mumbling, but he doesn’t mention it.

To be honest, this was a little heartbreaking to watch. To him, you were too kind for this world to, just like ippei, even though it hasn’t screwed you over yet. He didn’t want it to either. You were too nice, too pure, too kind. He saw how you comforted other players during the game, or another game he met you in a while ago-a spades one to be exact. The same one he met Arisu, tag.

He saw how you dove towards someone else to save them from the tagger and their gun, almost getting yourself killed in the process-but the grin you flashed the lady made it worth it to you. But this was your breaking point, it seems. But he can’t blame you, who knows the amount of people you’ve seen die in these games.

“We’ll get through this. We’re smart aren’t we?” He says with a slight smirk, but it falters slightly as he sees it doesn’t work on you like it has before.

“For ippei?” He draws on, slightly raising an eyebrow at you, and huffs out a breath as he watched you lift your head and nod your head, mumbling back, finally getting your breath back.“For ippei..”

He then just lift his hand to your hair and lightly ruffles it and places it back on your shoulder, guiding you away from the scene. And you let him, knowing you both would protect eachother from now on, you both wanting to get out of this game.