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Drunken Haze

Chishiya x g/n Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend looks after you whilst you’re drunk

Warnings: Alcohol, drunk Reader, Chishiya is once again whipped for you, ignore the title I had no idea what to call it lmfao

“And what’re we celebrating tonight, hmm?” Kuina laughs, tapping the side of your cocktail.

“I beat a game,” you pat the seat next to you, inviting her to sit down, “a tough one.”

She shakes her head, sliding onto the seat, “what type?”

“9 of diamonds,” you gloat.

Kuina lets out a pleasant yet surprised noise, “now that,” she points her finger at you, “is a reason to celebrate.”

Calling for a drink of her own, she takes the miniature umbrella out of yours, rolling it between her fingers a few times before looking back at you.

“So, you and Chishiya,” she starts.

You tilt your head curiously, “what about us?”

A loud scoff escapes her lips, her drink finally being placed before her, “you really expected me not to notice?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you take another sip of your cocktail, a mischievous smile crawling up your face.

“Oh come on,” she groans, “you practically drool every time he enters the room, not to mention the time he accidentally called you "Honey" in front of me.”

You lean your head on the counter, still grinning up at her, “really not like Chishiya to mess up, is it?”

“Stop avoiding the question,” she huffs, swirling the liquid of her drink around in its glass.

“Okay, okay,” you look around nervously, checking to see if anyone else is listening before leaning in, “we’ve been dating for quite a while now.”

Her jaw drops, hands reaching over to shake your shoulders, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because,” you wriggle out of her grasp, “he said I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone apart from you, and I was only allowed to tell you if you asked about it directly. He wants to keep us hidden from everyone, y’know?”

She squeals, “how cute, he wants to protect you.”

Scrunching your nose up, you try to ignore the warmth rushing to your cheeks, “I’d want to protect me too if I made enemies with practically everybody who owns a gun in this place.”

A loud laugh escapes her lips, “touché.”

Ordering another drink, you watch Kuina tap the side of the counter, bobbing her head to the tune of the song blaring out of the speakers across the room from you.

“What about you?” you wonder aloud, “have you got your eyes on anyone?”

She looks startled, almost like she wasn’t expecting the question, “I’m more focused on getting out of here than anything else. No time for love for me!”

The constant stuttering and shakiness of her voice prove to you that she’s lying. You’ve known her for too long for her to be able to get anything past you.

“Really?” you raise your eyebrows, “cause I thought I saw you and Ann looking at each other quite a lot today.”

Her face morphs into a look of pure surprise and humiliation, “is it that obvious?”

“No, no it’s not,” you’re quick to comfort her, “I just notice these things.”

She calms down a bit at your words, fiddling her thumbs slightly.

“I do think you should ask her out, though, if you haven’t already.”

Her hands reach up to grab the counter edge, “maybe I will.”

Suddenly she stands up, downing the rest of her drink before facing you, “don’t get too hammered, okay?”

“I won’t,” you lie, eyes following her body as she walks away.

Nobody would mind if you went a bit overboard, would they?

๑♡๑☆๑♡๑☆๑

The door to Chishiya’s room swings open as you stumble in. You giggle when you see his brown eyes analysing you, eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

“Are you drunk?”

“What? No, of course not,” your words are slurred, and it takes Chishiya all but 3 seconds to make his way to your side, nudging you gently onto the bed before walking back to shut his door.

The sheets smell nice, you think, a grin creeping up your face as you bask in the Chishiya-scented bed coverings.

“Here,” Chishiya tosses you a pair of pyjamas; cute, soft button-ups that you usually would’ve loved to wear, but not tonight.

“No,” you whine, a pout replacing the smile previously on your face, “want your clothes.”

His unwavering eyes bore into yours for a few seconds before a loud sigh escapes his lips and he turns away.

Blocking out the sound of the wardrobe opening, you instead focus your attention on how soft his hair looks. You want to play with it so bad, put it into pigtails and attach pretty bows and butterfly clips to them. You doubt he’ll let you, though.

“If you throw up on these, I swear to God I will kill you,” Chishiya threatens, moving over to you swiftly.

You shake your head playfully, “I won’t, I promise!”

After a full 15 minutes, Chishiya finally finished helping you get dressed, which proved much more difficult than he originally anticipated due to your constant attempts of cuddling him. Thankfully, brushing your teeth wasn’t as bad as he thought, you had just sat there calmly whilst he brushed them for you. You had tried to swallow the mouthwash he gave you, though.

“Bedtime for you now,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist and guiding you out of the bathroom.

“Not yet,” you protest, “I’m not tired.”

Chishiya turns his head to you, arching an eyebrow with the same unfazed look in his eye, “I don’t care.”

You let out a whine, finally laying down on the bed as he pulls the blanket over you and kisses your forehead. Ignoring your sulking, he turns on his heels and begins to walk away.

You shoot up immediately, hand reaching out to grab the back of his hoodie, “please stay, please.”

Chishiya freezes in his movements, a conflicted puff of air leaving his lips after a few moments as he climbs into bed next to you.

Beaming, you shuffle closer before attacking him with a hug. He tenses up slightly, but due to your drunken haze you don’t notice.

“I love you,” you nuzzle your nose against his, kissing the tip of it along with his cheeks.

He does nothing but stare for a few seconds, blinking as if he was trying to figure out your words.

Eventually, he speaks up, “I love you too.”

Scoffing at your overly enthusiastic reaction, Chishiya shifts your body until you’re in a position he knows you’ll both be comfortable in.

“Now be quiet and go to sleep.”

[fromchishiya]

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[fromchishiya]

help i wrote a karube drabble thing but it’s really short,, like 150 words or smth like that. maybe i’ll turn it into a oneshot one day or smth cause rn all i’m posting is chishiya💀💀 there’s just hardly any karube fics out there and i love him sm🥺🥲

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tyy🥺💕

Impulsive

Chishiya x g/n Reader

Summary: You adopt a puppy from a local animal shelter without telling your boyfriend

Warnings: Swearing, real world au, like literally the softest angst known to man, Chishiya may or may not be whipped for you, please do not do this in real life, not proofread rip

You had always been impulsive. You had also always wanted a puppy.

Those two things were probably not best when combined, especially not if you lived with someone who hated all types of animals. Most definitely not if that person was your boyfriend.

But as you walked through the town centre, you couldn’t help but gravitate towards the adoption shelter.

The flyers up on the windows listing all of the pets in need of a home made your heart break. Some of them truly had no chance, already being over a decade old with several health conditions most families couldn’t be bothered to deal with.

Every now and then came a puppy with seemingly nothing wrong with it, but those were often snatched up the second they got there by people unwilling to buy a healthy pet or adopt a sick one.

The bell chimed above your head as you entered, sending out a melodic tune that had the receptionist’s head snap towards you in the blink of an eye.

“Welcome,” the old lady said, wrinkles forming around her eyes as she smiled, “are you here to adopt a pet?”

You glanced nervously around the room, it was small but colourful, with desks scattered around and a giant archway leading to what you imagined would be where the pets are held.

“Yeah, no, I mean maybe,” you stuttered out, “I was hoping to just have a look at them and go from there.”

The lady nodded her head, standing up and ushering you through the archway with her hands, “and what animal would you be looking for?”

“A puppy,” you swayed back and forth, an excited yet nervous feeling bubbling up inside of you.

She nodded once again, leading you through a door to your right and into a long hallway filled to the brim with cages.

Your heart dropped at the sight of the dogs stuffed inside them. Sure, they had beds and numerous amounts of toys, but there was a strong absence of homeliness, which, in your opinion, no dog should live without.

You wanted to adopt all of them, but in hindsight, that was probably not the best idea. Your landlord wouldn’t like it and neither would your boyfriend.

Oh shit. Your boyfriend.

He would kill you if he found out where you were, he hated animals, and adopting one without his permission? You were practically asking to be broken up with.

Just as you were about to tell the old lady you had decided not to adopt today, a small ball of brown fluff caught your eye.

It was obviously happy, standing right at the bars of its cage and wagging its tail, panting curiously in your direction, and in that moment you forgot about your boyfriend. It seemed as though nothing else apart from you and that tiny little thing existed.

“I want that one,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

The old lady looked at you then straight at the dog, “oh, this little guy? His name’s Muffin, he’s a purebred Pomeranian,” she took a deep breath, “he’s perfectly healthy but… he’s missing a leg.”

You blinked, “he’s what?”

“He’s missing a leg dear,” she smiled, “but he has no other health conditions and he’s only a year old. He’s perfectly behaved too, but nobody wants to adopt him because of how he looks.”

Your eyes watered up, how could someone not want to keep such a sweet animal for something as small as him missing a leg?

“I’ll take him,” you nodded, moving closer to his cage, “I’ll take him right away if that’s alright.”

“Oh, of course!” she beamed, “we just need to sort out some paperwork then you can take him home.”

“Great!” you just hoped Chishiya wouldn’t mind too much.

๑♡๑☆๑♡๑☆๑

Muffin’s tail never stopped wagging from the second you saw him in the shelter to the second the door to your apartment clicked shut.

You cooed at him, kissing his head playfully as you took off your shoes. You could only hope that Chishiya wouldn’t be home for another few hours so you had time to come up with a coherent reason as to why you had adopted the 3-legged fiend.

“What are you holding?”

You froze. He was supposed to be working right now. What are the chances that he was home early on the same day you had impulsively decided to buy a puppy?

“A puppy?” you responded, an awkward smile on your face, “isn’t he cute?”

His glare was enough to make your face drop instantly, “why are you holding a puppy?”

“Umm, well,” you stuttered, “you see...”

“Spit it out already,” Chishiya demands, eyeing the overly excited yet strangely calm pomeranian in your arms.

“I was walking past the shelter and the lady told me how his old owners gave him away and nobody wanted him, and I... I just couldn’t resist,” you cried, holding the puppy closer to your chest.

“Well I suppose she was right,” he retorted, ignoring your whines, “go back to whatever shelter you got him from and return him. You can’t do something as big as adopting a pet without telling me.”

“I know and I’m sorry, but look,” you held the puppy up, “he only has three legs!”

Chishiya’s stare remained unchanged. He opened his mouth to speak when he noticed the look in your eyes. You were desperate to keep him, you knew you were his only hope and so did Chishiya.

He let out a frustrated sigh, motioning you to come closer. When you were in a reachable distance he put his hands on your shoulders, gripping firmly.

“If you ever do something like this again I won’t be as nice,” he warned.

The excited gasp you let out made his cold demeanour falter slightly. As much as he hated your impulsiveness, you were so utterly adorable when you were happy that he didn’t mind it all that much.

“Thank you Chishie!” you squealed, placing the Pomeranian down on the floor gently before wrapping your arms around his neck. He sighed again, arms stroking your back for a few seconds before he pulled away.

The feeling of a light weight on his foot caught his attention. He looked down, a small frown gracing his features as your newly found ball of sunshine looked up at him expectedly.

“Pick him up!” you urged, a pleased grin on your face.

He did as he was told, tensing a bit when the dog started to lick his face before settling down.

He heard you giggle, and in that moment he decided that maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea.

[fromchishiya]

Drunken Haze

Chishiya x g/n Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend looks after you whilst you’re drunk

Warnings: Alcohol, drunk Reader, Chishiya is once again whipped for you, ignore the title I had no idea what to call it lmfao

“And what’re we celebrating tonight, hmm?” Kuina laughs, tapping the side of your cocktail.

“I beat a game,” you pat the seat next to you, inviting her to sit down, “a tough one.”

She shakes her head, sliding onto the seat, “what type?”

“9 of diamonds,” you gloat.

Kuina lets out a pleasant yet surprised noise, “now that,” she points her finger at you, “is a reason to celebrate.”

Calling for a drink of her own, she takes the miniature umbrella out of yours, rolling it between her fingers a few times before looking back at you.

“So, you and Chishiya,” she starts.

You tilt your head curiously, “what about us?”

A loud scoff escapes her lips, her drink finally being placed before her, “you really expected me not to notice?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you take another sip of your cocktail, a mischievous smile crawling up your face.

“Oh come on,” she groans, “you practically drool every time he enters the room, not to mention the time he accidentally called you "Honey" in front of me.”

You lean your head on the counter, still grinning up at her, “really not like Chishiya to mess up, is it?”

“Stop avoiding the question,” she huffs, swirling the liquid of her drink around in its glass.

“Okay, okay,” you look around nervously, checking to see if anyone else is listening before leaning in, “we’ve been dating for quite a while now.”

Her jaw drops, hands reaching over to shake your shoulders, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because,” you wriggle out of her grasp, “he said I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone apart from you, and I was only allowed to tell you if you asked about it directly. He wants to keep us hidden from everyone, y’know?”

She squeals, “how cute, he wants to protect you.”

Scrunching your nose up, you try to ignore the warmth rushing to your cheeks, “I’d want to protect me too if I made enemies with practically everybody who owns a gun in this place.”

A loud laugh escapes her lips, “touché.”

Ordering another drink, you watch Kuina tap the side of the counter, bobbing her head to the tune of the song blaring out of the speakers across the room from you.

“What about you?” you wonder aloud, “have you got your eyes on anyone?”

She looks startled, almost like she wasn’t expecting the question, “I’m more focused on getting out of here than anything else. No time for love for me!”

The constant stuttering and shakiness of her voice prove to you that she’s lying. You’ve known her for too long for her to be able to get anything past you.

“Really?” you raise your eyebrows, “cause I thought I saw you and Ann looking at each other quite a lot today.”

Her face morphs into a look of pure surprise and humiliation, “is it that obvious?”

“No, no it’s not,” you’re quick to comfort her, “I just notice these things.”

She calms down a bit at your words, fiddling her thumbs slightly.

“I do think you should ask her out, though, if you haven’t already.”

Her hands reach up to grab the counter edge, “maybe I will.”

Suddenly she stands up, downing the rest of her drink before facing you, “don’t get too hammered, okay?”

“I won’t,” you lie, eyes following her body as she walks away.

Nobody would mind if you went a bit overboard, would they?

๑♡๑☆๑♡๑☆๑

The door to Chishiya’s room swings open as you stumble in. You giggle when you see his brown eyes analysing you, eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

“Are you drunk?”

“What? No, of course not,” your words are slurred, and it takes Chishiya all but 3 seconds to make his way to your side, nudging you gently onto the bed before walking back to shut his door.

The sheets smell nice, you think, a grin creeping up your face as you bask in the Chishiya-scented bed coverings.

“Here,” Chishiya tosses you a pair of pyjamas; cute, soft button-ups that you usually would’ve loved to wear, but not tonight.

“No,” you whine, a pout replacing the smile previously on your face, “want your clothes.”

His unwavering eyes bore into yours for a few seconds before a loud sigh escapes his lips and he turns away.

Blocking out the sound of the wardrobe opening, you instead focus your attention on how soft his hair looks. You want to play with it so bad, put it into pigtails and attach pretty bows and butterfly clips to them. You doubt he’ll let you, though.

“If you throw up on these, I swear to God I will kill you,” Chishiya threatens, moving over to you swiftly.

You shake your head playfully, “I won’t, I promise!”

After a full 15 minutes, Chishiya finally finished helping you get dressed, which proved much more difficult than he originally anticipated due to your constant attempts of cuddling him. Thankfully, brushing your teeth wasn’t as bad as he thought, you had just sat there calmly whilst he brushed them for you. You had tried to swallow the mouthwash he gave you, though.

“Bedtime for you now,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist and guiding you out of the bathroom.

“Not yet,” you protest, “I’m not tired.”

Chishiya turns his head to you, arching an eyebrow with the same unfazed look in his eye, “I don’t care.”

You let out a whine, finally laying down on the bed as he pulls the blanket over you and kisses your forehead. Ignoring your sulking, he turns on his heels and begins to walk away.

You shoot up immediately, hand reaching out to grab the back of his hoodie, “please stay, please.”

Chishiya freezes in his movements, a conflicted puff of air leaving his lips after a few moments as he climbs into bed next to you.

Beaming, you shuffle closer before attacking him with a hug. He tenses up slightly, but due to your drunken haze you don’t notice.

“I love you,” you nuzzle your nose against his, kissing the tip of it along with his cheeks.

He does nothing but stare for a few seconds, blinking as if he was trying to figure out your words.

Eventually, he speaks up, “I love you too.”

Scoffing at your overly enthusiastic reaction, Chishiya shifts your body until you’re in a position he knows you’ll both be comfortable in.

“Now be quiet and go to sleep.”

[fromchishiya]

tyyy💕💕 and i totally get you, the amount of times i’ve almost bought a pet spontaneously is honestly alarming💀💀

Impulsive

Chishiya x g/n Reader

Summary: You adopt a puppy from a local animal shelter without telling your boyfriend

Warnings: Swearing, real world au, like literally the softest angst known to man, Chishiya may or may not be whipped for you, please do not do this in real life, not proofread rip

You had always been impulsive. You had also always wanted a puppy.

Those two things were probably not best when combined, especially not if you lived with someone who hated all types of animals. Most definitely not if that person was your boyfriend.

But as you walked through the town centre, you couldn’t help but gravitate towards the adoption shelter.

The flyers up on the windows listing all of the pets in need of a home made your heart break. Some of them truly had no chance, already being over a decade old with several health conditions most families couldn’t be bothered to deal with.

Every now and then came a puppy with seemingly nothing wrong with it, but those were often snatched up the second they got there by people unwilling to buy a healthy pet or adopt a sick one.

The bell chimed above your head as you entered, sending out a melodic tune that had the receptionist’s head snap towards you in the blink of an eye.

“Welcome,” the old lady said, wrinkles forming around her eyes as she smiled, “are you here to adopt a pet?”

You glanced nervously around the room, it was small but colourful, with desks scattered around and a giant archway leading to what you imagined would be where the pets are held.

“Yeah, no, I mean maybe,” you stuttered out, “I was hoping to just have a look at them and go from there.”

The lady nodded her head, standing up and ushering you through the archway with her hands, “and what animal would you be looking for?”

“A puppy,” you swayed back and forth, an excited yet nervous feeling bubbling up inside of you.

She nodded once again, leading you through a door to your right and into a long hallway filled to the brim with cages.

Your heart dropped at the sight of the dogs stuffed inside them. Sure, they had beds and numerous amounts of toys, but there was a strong absence of homeliness, which, in your opinion, no dog should live without.

You wanted to adopt all of them, but in hindsight, that was probably not the best idea. Your landlord wouldn’t like it and neither would your boyfriend.

Oh shit. Your boyfriend.

He would kill you if he found out where you were, he hated animals, and adopting one without his permission? You were practically asking to be broken up with.

Just as you were about to tell the old lady you had decided not to adopt today, a small ball of brown fluff caught your eye.

It was obviously happy, standing right at the bars of its cage and wagging its tail, panting curiously in your direction, and in that moment you forgot about your boyfriend. It seemed as though nothing else apart from you and that tiny little thing existed.

“I want that one,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

The old lady looked at you then straight at the dog, “oh, this little guy? His name’s Muffin, he’s a purebred Pomeranian,” she took a deep breath, “he’s perfectly healthy but… he’s missing a leg.”

You blinked, “he’s what?”

“He’s missing a leg dear,” she smiled, “but he has no other health conditions and he’s only a year old. He’s perfectly behaved too, but nobody wants to adopt him because of how he looks.”

Your eyes watered up, how could someone not want to keep such a sweet animal for something as small as him missing a leg?

“I’ll take him,” you nodded, moving closer to his cage, “I’ll take him right away if that’s alright.”

“Oh, of course!” she beamed, “we just need to sort out some paperwork then you can take him home.”

“Great!” you just hoped Chishiya wouldn’t mind too much.

๑♡๑☆๑♡๑☆๑

Muffin’s tail never stopped wagging from the second you saw him in the shelter to the second the door to your apartment clicked shut.

You cooed at him, kissing his head playfully as you took off your shoes. You could only hope that Chishiya wouldn’t be home for another few hours so you had time to come up with a coherent reason as to why you had adopted the 3-legged fiend.

“What are you holding?”

You froze. He was supposed to be working right now. What are the chances that he was home early on the same day you had impulsively decided to buy a puppy?

“A puppy?” you responded, an awkward smile on your face, “isn’t he cute?”

His glare was enough to make your face drop instantly, “why are you holding a puppy?”

“Umm, well,” you stuttered, “you see...”

“Spit it out already,” Chishiya demands, eyeing the overly excited yet strangely calm pomeranian in your arms.

“I was walking past the shelter and the lady told me how his old owners gave him away and nobody wanted him, and I... I just couldn’t resist,” you cried, holding the puppy closer to your chest.

“Well I suppose she was right,” he retorted, ignoring your whines, “go back to whatever shelter you got him from and return him. You can’t do something as big as adopting a pet without telling me.”

“I know and I’m sorry, but look,” you held the puppy up, “he only has three legs!”

Chishiya’s stare remained unchanged. He opened his mouth to speak when he noticed the look in your eyes. You were desperate to keep him, you knew you were his only hope and so did Chishiya.

He let out a frustrated sigh, motioning you to come closer. When you were in a reachable distance he put his hands on your shoulders, gripping firmly.

“If you ever do something like this again I won’t be as nice,” he warned.

The excited gasp you let out made his cold demeanour falter slightly. As much as he hated your impulsiveness, you were so utterly adorable when you were happy that he didn’t mind it all that much.

“Thank you Chishie!” you squealed, placing the Pomeranian down on the floor gently before wrapping your arms around his neck. He sighed again, arms stroking your back for a few seconds before he pulled away.

The feeling of a light weight on his foot caught his attention. He looked down, a small frown gracing his features as your newly found ball of sunshine looked up at him expectedly.

“Pick him up!” you urged, a pleased grin on your face.

He did as he was told, tensing a bit when the dog started to lick his face before settling down.

He heard you giggle, and in that moment he decided that maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea.

[fromchishiya]

Impulsive

Chishiya x g/n Reader

Summary: You adopt a puppy from a local animal shelter without telling your boyfriend

Warnings: Swearing, real world au, like literally the softest angst known to man, Chishiya may or may not be whipped for you, please do not do this in real life, not proofread rip

You had always been impulsive. You had also always wanted a puppy.

Those two things were probably not best when combined, especially not if you lived with someone who hated all types of animals. Most definitely not if that person was your boyfriend.

But as you walked through the town centre, you couldn’t help but gravitate towards the adoption shelter.

The flyers up on the windows listing all of the pets in need of a home made your heart break. Some of them truly had no chance, already being over a decade old with several health conditions most families couldn’t be bothered to deal with.

Every now and then came a puppy with seemingly nothing wrong with it, but those were often snatched up the second they got there by people unwilling to buy a healthy pet or adopt a sick one.

The bell chimed above your head as you entered, sending out a melodic tune that had the receptionist’s head snap towards you in the blink of an eye.

“Welcome,” the old lady said, wrinkles forming around her eyes as she smiled, “are you here to adopt a pet?”

You glanced nervously around the room, it was small but colourful, with desks scattered around and a giant archway leading to what you imagined would be where the pets are held.

“Yeah, no, I mean maybe,” you stuttered out, “I was hoping to just have a look at them and go from there.”

The lady nodded her head, standing up and ushering you through the archway with her hands, “and what animal would you be looking for?”

“A puppy,” you swayed back and forth, an excited yet nervous feeling bubbling up inside of you.

She nodded once again, leading you through a door to your right and into a long hallway filled to the brim with cages.

Your heart dropped at the sight of the dogs stuffed inside them. Sure, they had beds and numerous amounts of toys, but there was a strong absence of homeliness, which, in your opinion, no dog should live without.

You wanted to adopt all of them, but in hindsight, that was probably not the best idea. Your landlord wouldn’t like it and neither would your boyfriend.

Oh shit. Your boyfriend.

He would kill you if he found out where you were, he hated animals, and adopting one without his permission? You were practically asking to be broken up with.

Just as you were about to tell the old lady you had decided not to adopt today, a small ball of brown fluff caught your eye.

It was obviously happy, standing right at the bars of its cage and wagging its tail, panting curiously in your direction, and in that moment you forgot about your boyfriend. It seemed as though nothing else apart from you and that tiny little thing existed.

“I want that one,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

The old lady looked at you then straight at the dog, “oh, this little guy? His name’s Muffin, he’s a purebred Pomeranian,” she took a deep breath, “he’s perfectly healthy but… he’s missing a leg.”

You blinked, “he’s what?”

“He’s missing a leg dear,” she smiled, “but he has no other health conditions and he’s only a year old. He’s perfectly behaved too, but nobody wants to adopt him because of how he looks.”

Your eyes watered up, how could someone not want to keep such a sweet animal for something as small as him missing a leg?

“I’ll take him,” you nodded, moving closer to his cage, “I’ll take him right away if that’s alright.”

“Oh, of course!” she beamed, “we just need to sort out some paperwork then you can take him home.”

“Great!” you just hoped Chishiya wouldn’t mind too much.

๑♡๑☆๑♡๑☆๑

Muffin’s tail never stopped wagging from the second you saw him in the shelter to the second the door to your apartment clicked shut.

You cooed at him, kissing his head playfully as you took off your shoes. You could only hope that Chishiya wouldn’t be home for another few hours so you had time to come up with a coherent reason as to why you had adopted the 3-legged fiend.

“What are you holding?”

You froze. He was supposed to be working right now. What are the chances that he was home early on the same day you had impulsively decided to buy a puppy?

“A puppy?” you responded, an awkward smile on your face, “isn’t he cute?”

His glare was enough to make your face drop instantly, “why are you holding a puppy?”

“Umm, well,” you stuttered, “you see...”

“Spit it out already,” Chishiya demands, eyeing the overly excited yet strangely calm pomeranian in your arms.

“I was walking past the shelter and the lady told me how his old owners gave him away and nobody wanted him, and I... I just couldn’t resist,” you cried, holding the puppy closer to your chest.

“Well I suppose she was right,” he retorted, ignoring your whines, “go back to whatever shelter you got him from and return him. You can’t do something as big as adopting a pet without telling me.”

“I know and I’m sorry, but look,” you held the puppy up, “he only has three legs!”

Chishiya’s stare remained unchanged. He opened his mouth to speak when he noticed the look in your eyes. You were desperate to keep him, you knew you were his only hope and so did Chishiya.

He let out a frustrated sigh, motioning you to come closer. When you were in a reachable distance he put his hands on your shoulders, gripping firmly.

“If you ever do something like this again I won’t be as nice,” he warned.

The excited gasp you let out made his cold demeanour falter slightly. As much as he hated your impulsiveness, you were so utterly adorable when you were happy that he didn’t mind it all that much.

“Thank you Chishie!” you squealed, placing the Pomeranian down on the floor gently before wrapping your arms around his neck. He sighed again, arms stroking your back for a few seconds before he pulled away.

The feeling of a light weight on his foot caught his attention. He looked down, a small frown gracing his features as your newly found ball of sunshine looked up at him expectedly.

“Pick him up!” you urged, a pleased grin on your face.

He did as he was told, tensing a bit when the dog started to lick his face before settling down.

He heard you giggle, and in that moment he decided that maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea.

[fromchishiya]

The City Was Always the Prettiest at Night

Chishiya x g/n Reader

Summary: You and Chishiya walk back to the Beach after a long night of games

Warnings: Fluff ig (?), soft Chishiya, very short

The city was always the prettiest at night. Less people, less noise, cleaner air; you loved it.

That fact didn’t change when you entered the Borderlands. Sure, there weren’t any lights illuminating the streets or the buildings, but there were certainly less people, less noise and much cleaner air.

Chishiya didn’t even bat an eye when you refused to take the cars back to the Beach. He did scold you a few times when you had taken a longer route walking back, though, something about him thinking you were dead or whatever.

You never listened to him, always choosing to take the longest route possible so you had more time outside. Sometimes he would even join you if your game venues were near each other, just like tonight.

“We would’ve been there by now if you hadn’t insisted on walking,” he says, slowing his pace to match yours.

“We would’ve been there 20 minutes ago, but you have to admit, this is so much nicer than those packed, ugly cars,” you reply, sticking your nose up to enjoy the cool air.

“Maybe so, but I would much rather take a 10 minute car ride than a 40 minute walk.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, tilting your head, “even though it’s just you and me? Surely you like the alone time,” you tease.

He scoffs, “we could’ve had "alone time" back at the beach.”

“We wouldn’t exactly be alone though, would we? Not with the lack of locks and cameras surveilling our every move.”

He stares at you for a second, face unchanging before he looks to the ground, humming quietly in response.

The feeling of your arms wrapping around one of his pulls him out of his thoughts, he had never been one for physical affection, but with you he tolerated it. You never went too far, sticking only to hand-holding in public, with things like hugging - and arm-holding, he guesses - left for when you two were alone.

“I’m getting you out of here,” he whispers, eyes still focused on the pavement beneath him.

“Out of the Beach or out of the Borderlands?” you question.

“Both,” his reply is short but holds everything you need to know.

Your movements come to a stop, arms never leaving his as he stills next to you.

“Not before I get you out of here,” you state softly, eyes sparkling as they gaze into his.

A tiny smile creeps its way onto his face as he shakes his head, “we’ll see about that.”

The rest of your walk is silent, the both of you simply basking in each other’s presence as you make your way back to the beach.

The city was always the prettiest at night.