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[luvvcharxo]

hi! I love your writing and wanted to request a chishiya x reader oneshot where one of them confesses to each other after silently pining after each other for a while? it can be during their time in the borderlands or before it all happens, the rest is up to you. just lots of cuteness and fluff, thank you! 🥺☺️

Everyone Knows (But Us)

Summary: You and Chishiya have been dancing around each other's feelings now. Everyone else could see how much you loved each other. Everyone but you two.

Genre: all fluff!!

Words: 1.6k

You can pinpoint the exact night this little ritual of yours and Chishiya's started. It was after a particularly gruelling clubs game that required more physicality than teamwork, much to Chishiya's chagrin. By this point, you have gotten comfortable with each other enough to lounge in each other's rooms. So, naturally, after winning the game by the skin of his teeth, Chishiya was stomach-down on your bed, having just showered.

After changing into your clean clothes, you nudged him aside so you could get the comforter over yourself. Chishiya groaned, begrudgingly rolling to his side. His hair was a mess, having been blow-dried but not brushed.

"You look horrible, by the way," you flicked a strand of hair hanging in front of his face.

"Good evening to you too," he muttered while stretching. His eyes scrunched shut after a few soft pops from his back. "I didn't know I had to get dressed up for the special occasion of sleeping."

"It's my bed, and believe it or not, I have standards," you teased, ruffling his hair.

He knit his eyebrows, feigning annoyance. However, the more you threaded your fingers in his hair, the faster he was pushed to slumber. Too tired to open his eyes, he blindly felt around for your hand. When his cool fingers met the back of your palm, you froze slightly.

"No, keep going. Feels nice."

You allowed yourself to smile broadly. Any excuse to touch him was rare—what you didn't know was that him granting you access to his personal space was rarer. Chishiya wanted to catch himself at that moment, how he's being stupid by letting his guard down. But god, he was so tired and you smelled so nice and flowery and your hand was in his hair. What else was he supposed to do?

And as he dozed off that night, you busied yourself by braiding the strands of hair framing his face. He woke up the next morning to tiny elastic bands still securing his hair in place.

He didn't take them off, not even when Niragi tried taking the piss out of him or when Kuina looked at him funny.

"Not a word," he said as he stirred his soup around.

"I wasn't going to say anything," Kuina smirked knowingly.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Initially, Chishiya told himself that these were all just tiny exceptions. He's keeping you close so he can throw you under the bus for later. It was all still a big game, and his only goal was to survive. So he let you tie his hair more—in a little ponytail, in a little braid, in pigtails (he only agreed to this one when you barricaded the door with a chair). Just tiny exceptions.

Never mind that he's looking out for you more than for himself in games. Never mind that he always glances behind him to make sure you're following. Never mind that he lets you sleep in his bed during nights when you can't sleep. Never mind that he's memorized your favorite color, the brand of snacks you liked, your shirt size, the exact way you made your coffee.

And there's you, who's so deep into your feelings that you it never once brushed your mind that he may like you back. Whenever he looks at you, eyes slightly crinkling, a part of you internally melts. Those eyes are the reason why you always feel him first before you see him, because by the time you find him in the crowd, he's already looking at you.

You chalked it up to him just not having any other friends. Realistically, it's just you and Kuina he hangs around with a lot. So maybe he's drawn to you just because he thinks you're a very good friend. Maybe it's tolerance and not something deeper.

It's amazing how two people could be so oblivious—one because he's in denial, while the other because they're falling hard. It wasn't unusual to see the two of you joined at the hip, perched on the balcony overlooking the main hall, or sharing earphones on the rooftop. Hell, even Ann knew something was going on between the two of you. In fact, the rest of the Beach had already taken bets on when you two would finally get together.

"So... you and ___, huh?" Tatta once sidled up to Chishiya's side. He was in the lobby, waiting for you to come back from your game. The blond side-eyed him, lips set in a permanent, small frown.

"You're breathing on my neck," Chishiya deadpanned.

Tatta, being the sweetheart that he was, immediately faltered. He awkwardly took a step away, readjusting his cap so that he'd have something to do. "I was just curious."

"Be curious somewhere else," Chishiya snapped.

The hum of a car engine drew their attention to the doors. Both of them heard car doors slamming, followed by tired groans. Finally, there you were, walking through the doors as if you hadn't even broken a sweat.

Chishiya didn't even notice the smile that immediately appeared on his face. Tatta did.

He watched on as Chishiya pushed himself off the wall and walked coolly towards you. You beamed at him, laughing at something Chishiya inaudibly said. All the coldness melted off him as you headed for the rooms, his hand planted on your lower back.

Arisu, despite being new to the Beach, sensed your repressed feelings as well. You recognized him as the kid you and Chishiya played one of the clubs games with. He and the girl he was with looked so lost amidst the pool party, so you went over, thinking that a familiar face could help ease them.

"Oh, hi! It's nice to see you again," he grinned at you. The girl, Usagi—you've come to learn—waved at you. "Where's your boyfriend?"

"Who?" you stuttered out.

"The guy in the white hoodie? I thought you were together when I saw you whispering before the game," he looked at you, confused.

Next to him, Usagi nodded. "Yeah, I had the same impression. Did you break up?"

Before you could clear the air, Chishiya was behind you, a firm hand on your shoulder. You craned your neck, seeing his ice-cold gaze fixated on Arisu.

"Ah, I almost forgot you managed to find your way here," he said unceremoniously. It was a lie. He could never forget Arisu's face, mostly because you got along well as the game went on. He didn't like how you plotted with Arisu, as stupid as it sounded. He was the one you made plans with. He was your co-strategizer, not this shaggy-haired kid that came out of nowhere.

Arisu visibly tensed, and so did Usagi. Chishiya hummed, unpreturbed. "I hope they assigned you good rooms. Sometimes they make the mistake of giving newcomers rooms that are already occupied."

Chishiya turned to you, voice immediately softer. He bent down slightly so his lips were near your ear. "Let's get out of here before it gets too crowded."

Forgetting about your newfound friends, you nodded. You gave the pair a shy wave before getting up, following Chishiya as he pushed you lightly on the shoulder blades, through the crowd. With one last menacing glance sent Arisu's way, Chishiya gleefully led you away from the party and into his room, where you proceeded to watch him disassemble and reassemble a microwave as you talked into the early hours of tomorrow.

Definitely time well-spent.

Now, tensions were starting to stifle the Beach. There was a clear division being drawn between Hatter's loyalists and the militants. You and Chishiya thankfully still had more days on your visa, so you holed up in your room, isolating yourselves from the inevitable collapse of the "community."

He was taking apart a small cassette player, scavenging for parts using the mini screwdriver you got him. Tatta would've found a new one anyway.

Your chin was hooked over his shoulder, arms lazily slung around him. You can't help but notice the way he shook his head from time to time, trying to keep his hair out of his face.

"I have a hair tie with me," you offered, letting the implication float around for a moment.

He grunted, barely looking at you. "Don't tie it too tight, makes my head hurt."

"I can just braid your bangs back if you want?"

He gave a hum of approval, barely masking his accelerated heart rate.

You gingerly took the strands hanging in front of his face, softly singing a song he vaguely recognized. It felt so peaceful being like this with you. If he could have a life where it was only the two of you every day, waking up, eating, bantering, cuddling, sleeping, he'd give anything. And as you fixed the elastic tie on the end of the tiny braid, it hit him all at once.

"I love you," he whispered, eyes starting to widen. You didn't hear him at first, too focused on tidying up his hair.

"What was that?"

"I think I love you," he cleared his throat, voice wavering. Fuck. Of all the places this could happen in, of all the times he could meet you, why here?

You stared at him, frozen in shock. You swallowed, embarrassingly loudly.

"I think I love you, ___."

"Yeah, I heard that the second time."

"So say something." His reply was quick, deep, brown eyes searching yours, trying to gauge your reaction, to brace himself for regret.

"Chishiya," you laughed lightly. Your eyes watered, but you've never felt happier. "Chishiya, I love you too, you dumbass."

His lips spread into a boyish grin, the first genuine smile you saw from him that wasn't a smirk. You tackled him into a hug, the bed catching you both as he toppled backward. He chuckled, pressing his nose against yours.

He didn't believe in miracles, but this felt like one. You loved him back.

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Mark was pissed when you got a date for the first time. MDNI. mark grayson & f! reader

Being friends since childhood, he grew up as your gatekeeper—no one could play with you on the playground turned into no one could ask you out to the school dance turned into no one could date you, period. His excuse? No one was good enough for you. He was your best friend, after all.

Mark already buys you stuff (as friends), takes you out to eat (cuz he was a good friend), and listens whenever you want to yap (he was just a nice guy!). And in his humble opinion, he was tall. His mom always says he's handsome. And he was ripped! Why would you need anyone else if he hit all the boxes?

That was all a cover up for the fact that he wanted you. He's loved you since he can remember, of course he envisions the rest of his life by your side. This was his way of keeping you to himself until he had the balls to jeopardize your friendship for the chance at something more. But, of course…

"The one time I'm not around and everyone shoots their shot with you?" Mark groaned into your pillow.

"Put some clothes on." You threw a shirt his way, feeling uneasy that he was just laying their in his hero suit. "Anyone can walk in here."

He rolled his eyes, snatching the shirt from the air as you tossed it. He slipped it over his suit while getting off the bed. He walked closer, stubbornly hovering behind you as you flitted around the room getting ready for your big date.

"Mark!" you laughed, pushing him away with your arm. "Can you back up?"

He ignored you, playfully dropping his weight onto you despite his ominous tone. "I'm serious, Y/n. Are you seriously going out alone with him? At night? In his car? Alone?"

"The whole point of a date is that I'm not alone." You rolled your eyes, grabbing your chosen dress for the night and heading into the bathroom. Mark stood in the doorway, a retort on his tongue. You cut him off, looking at him with exasperation. "What, are you gonna follow me into the bathroom, too?"

He scowled, grabbing the door and slamming it shut himself. His annoyance only grew when he heard your amused giggle on the other side.

He knew he had responsibilities as Invincible. He loves everything about being a hero.... except the fact that he's spending so much time away from his loved ones. It was worse that you were a pretty girl in university—there were all sorts of bad characters that would try their luck with you. He wouldn't even be there to protect you.

He clasped his hands behind his neck, pacing in circles as if this was a life or death matter (he's dramatic).

He peeked over his elbow when he heard the bathroom door crack open.

"Okay, option one." You stepped out in a cute little black dress. Too little for his liking, but whatever. "What d'you think?"

"It's alright." He wanted to fall to his knees in front of you and worship you, peel that stupid dress off slow enough to get at you for putting it on in the first place for someone that wasn't him.

You frowned. "Alright? I need gorgeous."

You had that down, he wanted to say, even without the dumb dress.

You retreated to the bathroom, slipping into your second option and revealing it. Mark wished he'd gone with the first one because this one was worse because it was so much better. Where the fuck were you getting these dresses?

He twisted his face in disgust as you gave a little spin. "No."

You faced him, brows creasing and lips in a pout. His heart squeezed at the sight. He didn't want to be so mean. You were so pretty; he could stare at you all day regardless of what you had on, but in this moment he couldn't help it.

"No?" You sighed, sneaking glances at yourself in the mirror.

Go back to the first one go back to the first one—

"Well, it'll have to do."

Fuck.

You had the audacity to stand in front of him with your back turned. "Zip me up?"

He inhaled, muttering under his breath as he grabbed the zipper from where it sat half-way and tugged it up... maybe rougher than warranted.

"Mark—!" you squeaked as you stumbled forward under his forceful hands.

"I'm telling you, this isn't a good idea." Mark grumbled, purposely taking a while to drag the zipper on its track just to feel your skin, dragging his fingers up the expanse of your back.

"Be gentle—"

"All guys want the same thing." He snapped, sharply zipping it the full way and immediately walking away.

"Why'd you even come over if you're just gonna bitch?" You adjusted the hem of your dress, glaring at him over your shoulder. "You're so angry for no reason."

"There is a reason!" He exclaimed, a hand on his hip as if prepping to lecture you. "You're going out with someone you met on a dating app at fuckin' 9 in the night looking really good. What if you get kidnapped? Or if he has bad intentions? What if he's driving you somewhere you don't wanna go?"

With each concern your frown deepened. He had to steel himself against your adorable sulking, turning away as he continued.

"What if he wants to kiss you, or touch you, or—or sleep with you?!" Mark's voice lowered as if the notion of anyone fucking you was unimaginable. "Have you even had sex yet?"

You looked at him weirdly and he thought he fucked up when you turned from him.

"No. But that's kind of the point for this date." You shot back, touching up your makeup in the mirror.

His jaw dropped, gaping at you. "No." The thought alone made his skin crawl.

You laughed. "You're so funny! When did you become so responsible? We always talked about having fun in university."

"Not that kind of fun."

You shrugged. "Whatever. And don't think I missed that 'I look good.'" You smiled smugly, poking his chest triumphantly and his face flushed, his train of thought stuttering.

"As far as I'm concerned, we're both trying to get some and you're upset I beat you to it." You giggled and he wanted to wipe that patronizing smile off your face.

"...You wouldn't know what to do." He muttered, going for a low blow. He was feeling petty. Nothing he said or did was discouraging you, but he knew you better than you knew yourself. A little provocation was all he needed.

You narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "Yes, I would."

He grinned slowly. He knew you like the back of his hand. "No, you wouldn't."

"Yes, I would."

"Mmm. Don't think so." He mirrored your stance, stepping closer and looking down at you from the slope his nose.

"Cuz you're so experienced?"

"Right."

"Experienced with who, exactly?"

His smirk faltered for a split second, covering it up by running his hand over his face and turning it back on you. “Jealous?"

"You’re the one acting jealous." You rolled your eyes. "Why don't you tell me all your secrets? Since you know so much. I'll use them with my date."

Mark's smile was devoid of emotion. He just stared. He stared for a long, long time. He squinted at you like you just said something unthinkable—in a way, you did.

If he wasn't pissed before, he was now.

"How about I show you?"

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Mark was a nice guy. Nice enough to remember that you were a hands-on learner. That's why he had your legs spread, dress bunched up at your hips, taking his sweet sweet time pumping his fingers in and out of you. His eyes flickered to your face when he intentionally curled them.

His pupils blew wide when he watched your head drop back against the bed, his breath hitching when a feathery whine joining the soft squelch of his fingers buried in your soaked heat.

"Yeah," he laughed lowly, his face hot. "who's bitching now?"

"Shut up," you hissed from beneath him, but it was hard to take anything serious when you were putty in his hands.

"I'm never shutting up about this." He promised, all else fading into the background when he glanced down and saw your slick coating his hand, staining the sleeves of his suit. "Wow."

"Shut up." you gasped, heat snaking up you neck. Wow?

"Fine." Mark mumbled, blush burning at his cheeks. He pulled his fingers from you, pushing your knees apart when you tried to close them. He was impatient, but his chest shook with each heartbeat; his nervous energy was overwhelming his senses, second only to the primal desire to please you.

You squeaked when he yanked you higher up the bed, propping you up against the pillows before lying on his stomach. You snapped your legs shut, much to Mark's disappointment.

"What?" he breathed, eyebrows furrowed. "Did I—"

"No, it's just... this is so embarrassing." You mumbled, curling into yourself. Mark ran his calloused hands up and down your skin.

"What is?" Mark used his strength to pry your legs open again, giving you puppy eyes from his spot between your thighs. "You're so beautiful."

"Mark..." Where was this coming from? You had so many questions, but your mushy brain translated them to, "...we're friends."

"Not anymore," He pouted, ducking to nuzzle into the fat of your inner thigh. "I don't want to be friends anymore."

You blinked down at him, chest rising and falling with each breath as your brain tried to catch up with your body. The Mark you’d known was long gone. In his place was someone who looked at you like you hung the stars, and suddenly everything between you felt terrifyingly real.

"I wanna be the one to take you out instead," he continued, rubbing slow circles into your thighs. "I want to be the one to pick you up from class and walk you to lectures. Go on dates, sleep over, you know. Everything. I want all of it."

You stared, wide-eyed. He smiled, but it was lopsided and vulnerable.

"I’ve loved you forever," he admitted, brushing his nose against your leg. "I didn’t know how to say it without ruining what we had. I wasn't bitching for no reason."

"I know that now." You smiled.

"Ditch your date."

"Oh, I already planned on it."

Mark didn't want to be friends anymore. You didn't either. The rest of the night was spent making up for lost time.

something lazy. sorry for my absence guys :)

[luvvcharxo]

Viltrumite Mark and Earth's resistance leader Rex, they have been on my mind for a while now...

+ viltrumark doesn't know how to smile

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i have a new shifting method called the dafuq method, where i dont give a fuq. i lay on my bed and dont give a fuq. i listen to a guided meditation but honestly, i dont really need it because i dont give a fuq. i know im shifting, and none of my other thoughts matter because i dont give a fuq about them.

and then i shift, dafuq

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lmao this is what i imagine when some guided mediation says 'now feel yourself sinking into the bed' or wtf

whatever works, works i guess.

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things I learned after shifting to Hogwarts ‧₊ ᵎᵎ⋅ ˚ △⃒⃘

SIDENOTE: hogwarts was not the first reality I shifted to ! this is a uni reality ! there is no war ! ask any questions you want !

.☘︎ ݁˖ BATHROOM. I’ve genuinely never seen anyone talk about this but ( at least in my reality ) there’s a bathroom on the Hogwarts Express and holy fuck??? On the outside it looks tiny asf but I went in there to change into my robes and it’s wayyy bigger than it looks on the outside. It works like the tents in Goblet of Fire basically. The toilets and everything look relatively new so I’m assuming they change it every couple years just to keep in good condition.

.☘︎ ݁˖ MUGGLES. Have you ever wondered exactly how the muggles don’t notice wizardry, or at least at the platform? In my personal experience, unless it’s magic very intentionally and obviously done in front of muggles, there will usually be a moment distraction where they don’t see the magic happening. In the sense of platform nine and three quarters, there’s usually a couple trains that arrive around the same time and blare the horn so everyone usually gets distracted by that. But a personal example of this happens when I was standing in front of the barrier getting ready to cross through the wall, a young child was watching me from afar and as soon as started walking forward, he tripped over the wheel of his mothers luggage and didn’t see me go through the wall.

.☘︎ ݁˖ THE GREAT HALL. The candles are never ending. They don’t drip. They don’t melt in any way. I just had to say that cause I legit stared at them for almost an hour trying to see if it would melt. You have to talk pretty loud to be heard at the front where Dumbledore usually gives his lil speeches, which means the students who sing have lungs for DAYSSSS it’s actually so impressive. The benches are uncomfortable, not unbearable but not recommended for sitting for a long time lol. There’s no menu or anything, the food rlly does just appear there but there’s always something for everybody. Some people even walk up and down the table looking for what they want.

.☘︎ ݁˖ OTHER SCHOOLS. I didn’t stay in this reality for very long but I was always asking questions ( sorry mcgonnagall ). Ilvermorny is currently trying to admit more Native American wizards into their school but Native American wizards (as far as I know) have their own kind of magic and legit do not want anything to do with Ilvermorny. Kind of similar issue in Australia and Aboriginals I’m pretty sure. There’s a lot of, like a fuck ton of wizarding schools in Africa. I know JK Rowling has like one wizarding school in Africa but geographically speaking, that never made sense to begin with and I wasn’t surprised when I found out there were different/smaller wizarding schools around Africa.

.☘︎ ݁˖ STUDENTS. I don’t know how many students are in Hogwarts but I do know that it’s never a surprise who comes to Hogwarts. The ministry genuinely keeps track of every single wizard who has children, and even hold records of wizards who have families without wizarding abilities, just in case someone pops out with it. Easiest way to think of it is that families like Ron’s are always kept track of as well as Hermione’s, so it’s never usually a surprise when someone turns up muggleborn cause they’re usually expecting it.

.☘︎ ݁˖ PROFESSORS. The professors are not as silly goofy as they are in the movies guy :( They’re not miserable or anything but they all just remind me of the standing emoji LMAOOO. But seriously, someone like Mcgonnagall is not as welcoming or “chill” as she is in the movies or towards Harry. But some definitely are more chill, especially the younger ones. Slughorn is my silly king but even he has his moments.

Since this is a uni, Snape isn’t as uh…violent (?) as he is in the movies. Neville is a grown ass man, Snape is def not his biggest fear but Neville in general has a strong urge to prove himself and it reflects in his relationship with Snape. Snape isn’t scary, he just demands lots of respect and has respect for people that have proven they are “worthy” of it, i.e., high marks, put together, confidence, strong willed, etc.

.☘︎ ݁˖ DIVINATION. Did you guys know that being a witch/wizard doesn’t automatically make you good at all forms of divination? I scripted Mattheo Riddle into this reality and me and him are soooo good at other forms of divination like tarot, coffee grounds, and even the the crystal ball, but Theodore Nott fucking sucksss at it. Hermione also didn’t do as well in the class as I know she could’ve done, but according to Treylawney, all forms of divination require open mindedness towards something you can’t understand. Someone like hermione, for example, wants to know everything all the time and doesn’t beat around the bush, so tarot isn’t her cup of tea because she doesn’t think it’s giving her exactly what she wants.

.☘︎ ݁˖ HOMEWORK. Homework can either be really fun or really time consuming. It’s just like regular homework where you recall everything you learned in class but homework isn’t very common the more you move up in classes, mainly because the magic you start to do becomes more hands on rather than memorizing. This doesn’t apply to Snape though. He loves homework.

.☘︎ ݁˖ UNIFORMS. THE ROBES ARE INSULATED. It’s very thick, good quality fabric and keeps you real warm during the winter but during the later hot months like September, it’s not uncommon to walk around with the robes open or in your hands, but you have to wear them in your body during class, no exceptions. They absorb stains??? This is one I wasn’t expecting but it’s a magical robe so…okay! I dropped cranberry juice on the sleeve and it just completely absorbed and it didn’t stink or anything. This doesn’t apply to the tie or anything else, those have to washed for sure.

.☘︎ ݁˖ REALITY. If you haven’t shifted yet, you’ll often hear people say “it’ll feel natural because you’ve already lived there your whole life” and while that is true, it’s also not because how am I supposed to be natural walking past Robert fucking Pattinson to get to Defense Against the Dark Arts???? In my mind, he’s always been Edward from Twilight and seeing him in the hogwarts robes just made me stop in my tracks and stare. Some things come natural and some things don’t but I embrace everything with open arms.

.☘︎ ݁˖ EXTRA. Draco is blonde as hell! Like Targaryen level blonde. I do think it’s natural tho cause Luna has the same platinum type of blonde going on. Harry’s scar is soooo much cooler in this reality, it’s thin but branches out on the side of his face and it’s much more noticeable than the one in the movie. Hermione has curly curly hair! I don’t know if she straightens it in the books but I know she does in the movie, in this reality she literally just got a better curl routine. She has a ton of products and really cares for her hair and she’s lowkey embarrassed cause it’s the one thing she considers “vain.”

There’s a “club” of sorts where a bunch of students get together and run around the castle at the crack ass of Dawn for exercise ( best believe they have NEVER seen the likes of me ). I was told there are wizards who are famous in muggle spaces, typically for music or art. The painting will warn people when the stairs are about to move lol. That whole house discrimination stuff doesn’t happen as often as it does in the movies/books, most people don’t actually care and Slytherins get along with Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs well—however, Gryffindor does have the tendency to poke fun and Slytherins respond with dry sarcasm so sometimes it’s not a perfect fit! House discrimination was bigger in our parents age but as the years have gone by, the current gen doesn’t care fr.

That’s all I can think of atm, thank you for reading and yes I will be doing this with other places I’ve shifted to!

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my favorite cheshire cat

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Alice in Borderland memes becaue I don't want to work on my tesis

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Med school 😔

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men go through a break-up and literally make it everybody else's problem smh 🫤 :

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CONGRATS ON REACHING 3K !!! So happy for you 💐💐💐 I've read all your AIB works and oooo-

Can I request some more head canons of awkward Chishiya flirting like in Tokens of Appreciation? It was the first one I read of yours and I loved it a lot 👀👀

Purely Transactional

Summary: More instances of Chishiya unknowingly being a dork.

Genre: fluff

let me preface this by saying that Chishiya is definitely like a cat bringing back little trinkets he found strewn about

he remembers any throwaway detail about you that comes up in conversations

did you off-handedly mention your favorite color? chishiya would tear apart the other hotel rooms to find you a sleepwear set of that color

would 100% disassemble things if it meant he'd get something useful for you

oh what's that? your bedside lamp's light bulb went out?

lo and behold, here comes chishiya with about five different light bulbs borrowed stolen from the militants

"I wasn't sure if you wanted warm light or cool light"

he's like a little scavenger

whenever he's outside—hanging around game venues before the game starts or waiting for the car after he wins—he's always on the look-out for things you may like

kuina definitely teases him about it

"Is giving them the Poppin' Cookin' kit part of the plan too?"

"This is purely transactional. I'm only doing it to gain their trust."

for the LONGEST time, this is how he'd reason out why keeps giving you things

he's giving you this hair tie so that they can rope you in for the plan—totally not because he heard you complain about your hair getting in your face last game

he's breaking a shop window to retrieve jewelry from a brand you liked so you'd be convince that he was your ally—totally not because you lamented how you'd never been able to wear it

he also doesn't understand pick-up lines

he thinks they're the lowest form of romantic expression

the closest he'll come to them is the most convoluted compliment that may fly over your head

"chishiya are you really just going to leave mid-conversation"

"you're giving me tachycardia"

in an attempt to dance around his feelings, he would attribute every irrational romantic thought he has for you to medical jargon

on a random day, he'd burst into kuina's room just to rant

"This is unhealthy. I think I am about to expire. They're giving me aphasia. My sinoatrial node constricts with them around. I need an epidural."

"I have no idea what you're saying, please leave."

honestly, he baffles you more than anything

he's very hot-and-cold

if he feels like he revealed too much—he never does—it's like his system resets and he freezes for a second

you'd be having pre-game banter and he thinks he's been too obvious with his feelings

"If it's a spades game, how'd I know you won't just push me into a meat grinder?"

"It would be a shame, I'd miss talking to you."

*NO I'VE REVEALED TOO MUCH AFFECTION*

"Awh, you like talking to—"

"You're throwing me off my game. This is serious business and I need to focus. Oh and here's this candy bar I found lying around, isn't that the junk that you like?"

he's holding tightly onto The Plan as an excuse

The Plan is why he keeps hanging out in your room

The Plan is why he lies beside you in bed to watch over you as you sleep because you've had bouts of insomnia

The Plan is why he rerouted the water supply to your room so you can have a bath soak salt for just one night, even if it meant the entirety of the 3rd and 4th floor had no water

The Plan is why he lets you "steal" his clothes so your scent sticks to them

The Godforsaken Plan is why he begrudgingly lets you put barrettes and hair clips on his hair, just because he'd "look so cute" in them

"Kuina, I'd have to delay The Plan. The timing isn't right."

"I thought all systems are go now?"

"It can't happen tonight. ___ and I are having a skin care night. Oh and also, we're swapping them for that Arisu kid instead."

[luvvcharxo]

me and the bad bitch i pulled by being silly

[luvvcharxo]

KUINAAAAA and her sidekick ig

[luvvcharxo]

haihaii!! your profile has been like.... THERAPY to me bc the aib fixation is back AND ITS STRONG ESPECIALLY TOWARDS CHISHIYA 💔💔💔 i love the way u write as well !!

so with this could i request a touch starved chishiya... like a chishiya that needs readers attention so bad but is too embarrassed to downright tell them "I WANT CUDDLES" or smth... still he does everything in his power to get readers attention atp the only thing left is to just BEG

also could i be 🎶 anon ? i picture myself being very active here from now on... have a nice day!!

Summary: Chishiya can't sleep without you.

Genre: Fluffy

Pairing: Chishiya x gn!reader

Warnings: None! :)

Word count: 784

a/n: Aghhhh i hope this is okay!!!!! That is actually so sweet of you, I'm so glad you've liked my account!!!<3 And ofc you can claim an emoji, hello 🎶!!

Chishiya tried everything to get you into bed with him. He tried seducing you, gaslighting you, and of course his manipulation tactics didn't work either.

All you were focused on was trying to fix the phone from last night's game. It was still on, so you thought it would be easier to get into before it powered off.

Every time he'd call your name, you'd brush him off. Mostly because he always used a certain tone of voice you've become far too familiar with when he tries to get what he wants.

All he wanted to do was kneel at your feet to tell you exactly what he wanted. To tell you he just wanted you to hold him, to tell you all he needed was your attention.

But he couldn't. He never has been able to ask for help, or ask for anything without feeling vulnerable for that matter. He was closed off, that's what people knew about him; that he didn't show those types of emotions in fear of being belittled.

Chishiya could feel his eyelids getting heavy and his eyes burning from keeping them open, but he knew no matter how hard he would toss and turn; he wouldn't be able to sleep without you.

It was pathetic, he'd admit that. It was a loop he found himself getting stuck into, and found there was no way out of it. He hid it pretty well, though. Through late nights where you'd fall asleep alone and wake up to him beside you. You truly had no idea he struggled so much.

He was so tired. He'd do anything if you'd just stop and sleep already.

And he found his last option, the one thing he dreaded the most.

"Y/n?" Chishiya whispered, his voice husky as he climbed out of bed and walked towards you with slow steps.

"What?" You hummed in response, never peeling your eyes away from the task at hand.

"Please," He spoke underneath his breath in an almost incoherent whisper as he stopped to stand beside the chair you sat in.

"I don't know what you want, Chishiya. No one is keeping you awake." You sighed, watching from the corner of your eye as he stood by your side, rubbing his eyes with his palms.

"You're keeping me awake." He murmured, watching your hands as they played around with the device's motherboard.

"How?" You said in defeat, finally turning your attention to him. You looked up at him with your hands thrown in your lap, clearly waiting for his response.

He let out a huff as he looked around the room; avoiding eye contact. When he finally looked at you, his eyes were soft and glassed over.

His next sentence was incoherent.

"What?"

[inaudible]

"Chishiya. Speak up, please." Your words were soft as you stood up from your seat, placing your hands on his upper arms.

"I can't sleep without you." He finally spoke, his words finally registering in your mind.

When he realized you had finally heard him, he felt like he could say anything. And with his new found confidence he continued to speak.

"Why is it so hard to ask you to touch me?" He breathed, letting his head fall onto your shoulder.

You smiled at his soft demeanour. You knew how hard it must've been for him to admit something so close to himself, especially since it was about you. You've found a new side of Chishiya you haven't seen before.

You brought a hand to comb through his hair as the other scratched up and down his bare back, "I'm sorry, Chishiya. I should've just read your mind." You whispered against his shoulder as you held him close to your body.

Your words were an obvious tease, trying to humor the situation at hand. Which did make Chishiya snicker.

"You should have. You've always been able to." He muttered, wrapping his arms lazily around you.

You smiled warmly as he spoke, pulling away to drag his hand towards the bed. You climbed in with him closely behind you. He waited for you to get comfortable, before he joined you under the covers to tangle his limbs with yours.

"I'm proud of you, Chishiya." Your sultry breath hit his forehead as you mumbled against his skin.

He stared down at the way your bodies fit together, processing your words with a smile he knew you couldn't see.

"Now go to sleep, 'm here." You spoke once more into his skin, kissing his forehead and massaging your fingers into his scalp.

His cold fingers danced around your bare skin, trying to bring himself impossibly closer to you before his body fell limp into a night's sleep.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[luvvcharxo]

maybe an age gap between reader and chishiya... and then they just fck? (reader ≤ 18)

any scenario but teacher - student, please!

Summary: Chishiya is your new attending.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Chishiya x fem!reader

Warnings: slight age gap (intern & attending), hair pulling, fingering, slight degradation (but not really), unprotected piv, blowjob, lmk if anything else!!

Word count: 2.9k

a/n: hope this is okay! It is a bit long so I do apologize! :) -- this is considered a student teacher dynamic, but if you wanted an actual student teacher scenario you can always request again! <3

Your first week as an intern was your definition of hell.

Everyone basically hated each other. The interns were out for blood. They'd do anything for the next surgery.

But, who were you to judge; so were you. You'd do anything to get your hands on a surgery, especially one that the new attending was doing.

The new attending, Chishiya Shuntaro. Short, yet taller than everyone around him. His brown roots seeping through his dyed blonde hair--the two pieces of hair that swayed in front of his face almost annoyed you. Why wasn't he tucking them behind his ears??

Your resident sent you to the pit as soon as you entered the door, not giving yourself a proper chance to look at the surgeries on board. You could only pray it was nothing good.

You flipped through a patient's chart as you walked down the hall; studying the words. Your mind got interrupted by a group of interns running past you, as if they had somewhere to be.

You watched them run behind you, shuffling into a room. A room you identified as the gallery, which meant: a good fucking surgery.

Out of impulse you ran towards the door and walked in, seeing everyone staring intently into the OR.

With weathered brows you stood in front of the glass, looking down inside.

You were in disbelief. Dr. Chishiya was hands deep in the brain as an intern stood beside him, doing nothing but standing there and looking pretty.

Chishiya momentarily looked up to take a look at the gallery, in doing so, he made contact with your obvious angry expression.

He raised his brows at you before going back to what he was doing, the mask hiding his expression behind the fabric, and his hair was pulled back due to his surgery cap.

You didn't bother standing around, that surgery should've been yours and even Chishiya knew that.

You went back to the patient's room you were heading to before, doing what you were told like you always have been.

Hours had passed since then. The surgery was finished and the only reason you knew that was because everyone was talking about it.

"I can't believe he pulled that off--" You caught from a sentence as you walked past people down the hall.

"L/n." A voice called from behind you, a voice you had memorized in the back of your head.

You turned your head around, catching the eye of Chishiya.

You became quickly confused, why was he calling out for you? You could only think of the worst, maybe you had done something wrong.

"Hm?" You hummed, trying to sound disinterested as you turned to face him.

His hands were stuck deep inside his white coat, "Can we talk?" He asked, looking around.

"About what? I've done everything I've been asked so unless--" He cut off your words as he shook his head.

"It's about the surgery." His words made you raise your brows, but quickly furrowed them when you tried to think of why he needed to talk about that.

"Can we talk somewhere else? I've never been in a hospital that had so many ears." Chishiya asked, looking around once more. He seemed paranoid, but who could blame him.

Neither have you; a hospital with ears in every corner. It was concerning how everyone knew everyone's business.

"I guess." You shrugged, watching him as he entered the closest door; which happened to be a supply room.

He signaled you inside, making you step inside before him as he shut the door behind the both of you.

Before there was room for awkward silence, he got straight to the point. "I was going to give you the surgery." He spoke his words nonchalant as if he had no idea what that meant for you.

Your eyes widened, and he swore he saw them sparkle. "Seriously?" You asked, trying to be sure.

"Mhm," He hummed in confirmation, "But, I couldn't find you."

You scoffed in annoyance, "You're kidding. The one time I get the pit!" You groaned, rolling your eyes.

You didn't say anything more, merely stuck in your head asking yourself questions that couldn't be answered, except one, "Why me?"

"You're smart. You almost remind me of myself." He answered quickly, as if he already knew you were going to ask that. "Usually that's a bad thing. But, you made it seem--okay." He nodded on, his words sounding more and more less thought out.

You couldn't help but let your mind wander at what he said. Imagining a smaller Chishiya fighting for surgeries everyone wanted, probably winning most of the time.

"You have a big interest in what I do; I respect the way you observe the gallery. Your eyes are never on me, but the patient." He explained, his eyes locked onto you even when you avoided his gaze.

You crossed your arms as you made eye contact with him, "So--does that mean that the next surgery-" Before you could even finish, Chishiya almost laughed at your ignorance.

"No." He scoffed, "You still have to work for that." Chishiya smirked, watching your body language intently.

"That's just unfair." You stated, narrowing your eyes as you looked at him.

"Is it?"

"Yes, it is."

"Not when it's easy to get what you want."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked, unhooking your arms from each other to straighten your balance.

"You're a smart girl. You get what you want, no matter what," He paused, looking you up and down. "So I've noticed."

You raised your brows at his compliment, "What else have you noticed, doctor?" Your words teased him as they fell from your mouth.

Chishiya couldn't tell if you did that on purpose, or it was you subconsciously flirting with your attending. "A lot." His voice was low and breathy as he spoke.

You couldn't help but crack a smile at his reply. Your smile must've been contagious because he let a smile of his own form on his lips.

You watched his feet as he took one step forward, his right hand pulling out of his coat to inch towards your face.

Your eyes quickly aimed up to look into his, watching as he watched his own hand push your hair behind your ear.

"You're different," Chishiya whispered, "You don't take shit from anyone, not even me--an attending." He rambled, fidgeting with your hair. "I'm someone who is supposed to be teaching you." His words came out in a whisper as his hand reached the back of your head.

In one swift motion his grip tightened on your hair, causing a moan to fall from your open mouth. With his grip he pushed you closer to him, your body flushed against his chest.

"You don't have much respect for me, do you?" He spoke with authority, clearly dominating you as his breath hit your face.

"You make it hard to." You answered honestly, looking up at him. Your hand fell to his wrist, hoping his grip wouldn't get tighter.

He looked at you with a raised brow, as if asking you to elaborate. And with a sigh, you did. "You're so.. nonchalant. You don't listen to anything anyone says. And every time someone answers your question--Fuck!" You groaned at the pain of his fingers tangled in your hair, your eyes starting to water as you looked at his face that was merely inches away from your own.

"Honesty will get you nowhere, not even in my pants." His voice fell much lower, hardly being able to hear his whispers.

"Sorry," You responded in the same tone, "It's better than the lies. I mean, what would happen if they heard about a fresh new intern getting dicked down by the new attending?" Your voice sounded fake, and forced into an innocent accent.

You could see the way your words affected him. His jaw tensed--as well as his grip, and his eyes couldn't even hold eye contact.

"What would happen if they weren't lying?" His lined lips turning into a smirk you hadn't seen before. His eyes finally going back to yours, studying the way you answered.

"Then you'd have to have one big ego to sleep with me." You raised a brow, eyeing his lips as if it was your next prey.

Chishiya took your words as a challenge, suddenly needing to prove that he in fact did, have a big ego.

His lips found yours in a hurried movement, teeth clinking together as he dominated your mouth.

You tripped on your own feet as you walked backwards, Chishiya's body trapping you between the shelf behind you.

The rattling of the shelf startled you, but you quickly put your attention back on the way his lips moved against yours. Your hands moved to his face, deepening the kiss with a soft moan.

The hand that was still stuffed in his pocket went to your waist, gripping at the flesh as he pushed himself farther into you.

You placed your hands on his shoulders for stability, but the feel of the fabric compared to his soft skin, almost annoyed you. You gripped onto the white coat, pushing the fabric farther down his arms.

When he noticed what you were doing, he released his grip from your body and helped you take it off and let it fall to the floor. He pulled away from the kiss to take off his shirt in one quick motion.

He noticed the way you looked at him, noticing his figure that he successfully hid under layers of clothes. You basically drooled at the sight, your face a deep red and your mouth agape as you stared intently.

"Turn around." He interrupted your thoughts with one simple task, which you quickly obliged to.

You turned around, taking off your shirt as well, leaving you in your black lace bra and pants.

You could hear the rustling of his scrubs as he stepped out of his pants. His hands quickly found their way around your waist, snaking up your stomach to your covered chest, softly squeezing at the flesh of your breasts.

You let a soft moan fall from your lips, his head resting on your shoulder as he kissed up your neck, "So pretty," He praised against your skin, nipping lightly at your ear lobe.

He snaked one hand back down your abdomen, finding its way beneath the waistband of your scrubs. His fingers dipped beneath the fabric of your panties and trailed down your freshly shaved pussy. He almost snickered at the feel of the short hairs brushing against his finger tips.

"Were you expecting to get laid, today?" He asked against your neck, looking down at his hand that was covered by your pants.

"Not by you." You answered. You shut your eyes to focus on the finger that slid through your folds, coating his fingers in your wet arousal.

"I bet you've thought about it." He smirked, picking his head up to watch your face, your head resting on his shoulder.

You furrowed your brows, your breath hitching at the way he circled your clit. "Mm, not really..." You whispered.

"Then why are you so wet, y/n?" The way he said your voice made you bite your lip, subconsciously grinding against his fingers; hoping they'd slip lower--which they did.

You couldn't help but moan at the feel of his fingers stretching you out, sliding into your entrance with ease with the help of your slick.

Your back arched into him, feeling the way his digits thrusted inside of you. You were in a moment of bliss and pure pleasure, your mind hazed and blank as you found yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Completely fogged in pleasure you almost didn't realize he had stopped, "No--no... Keep.." You tried to beg for him to keep going, your words coming out hushed and soft as you spoke.

"You're pathetic." He whispered, unhooking his arms from around your body.

You whined in reply. "Bend over." He said, watching as you wasted no time bending over one of the shelves.

"Oh, so you can listen?" He snickered, looking down on your body, enjoying his view.

"Shut up," You grumbled under your breath, as if you were too hesitant to speak out loud.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants, pulling them down as well as your underwear.

He grabbed onto the fat of your ass, pulling it in a direction that spread your folds, biting his lip at the sight of you.

"You know," He chuckled, grinding his clothed cock against your body. "Someone could walk in.. 'n see you bent over for me." His words came out sharp but broken as if he was holding back moans of his own.

All you did was roll your eyes in reply. You hadn't exactly thought about that, but the more it invaded your mind; the more it made this a bit more exciting.

"That turned you on didn't it?" He teased.

"Not as much as it turned you on." You smirked, feeling the way his cock twitched in his boxers.

Chishiya groaned, "You've got a big mouth, you know." His patience slowly fading as you rubbed your ass against him.

"It comes in handy." You replied, clearly finding this situation amusing.

He almost laughed at your comment, but held himself back to remove his boxers. He freed his cock from the confinements, feeling the cold air hit his body.

Without another thought, he found your entrance, sliding his tip in with ease, watching as he stretched you out.

"Oh, shit.." You whimpered, letting your forehead fall onto the shelf.

"You're still--?" You moaned, your legs already weakening beneath you when you felt him continue to go deeper and deeper.

"Sorry, I know you're not used to big dicks." He had a grin plastered on his face, enjoying the smart ass comments he could come up with.

You always found a way to second guess him, which made him second guess himself. It almost infuriated him the way you spoke, but he had to admit; it was a smart way of making yourself look smarter. Nonetheless, you were the only intern that actually got their work done.

He finally bottomed out inside you with a short grunt, your velvet walls pulsating around him. He threw his head back to the feel of your warm embrace, his breathing becoming heavy before he could even start.

"Move," You groaned, clenching your hands into fists; trying to keep yourself together. "Please!" You begged.

He nodded, even though you couldn't see it before pulling out of you. He left the tip inside before pushing back into you, going faster with each thrust to try and find his rhythm.

Your eyes were forced shut due to the pleasure, his grip on your hips tightening and surely leaving marks in its place. You weren't sure how much longer you could last. You didn't want it to be an embarrassingly short amount of time, but you weren't sure if you could help it.

"You're not gonna last are you?" He asked through his moans. His movements getting faster, the small room being filled with sounds of skin slapping skin and the pornographic noises of your mixed moans.

You shook your head, not having the energy to form words. Your mouth opening, but unable to form audible sounds.

"I guess I finally shut you up." He groaned. He couldn't help himself but be a smart ass one last time before he could feel his own orgasm approach.

"Come on, you got it." He egged your orgasm on as the familiar knot in your stomach tightened.

"Mm..." You whimpered, pushing yourself deeper onto his cock with each thrust.

With one loud moan, you came undone on his cock. You wanted to ride out your orgasm a bit more before stopping, but Chishiya had other ideas.

He quickly pulled out of you, "Get on your knees." He whispered, not having the energy to be louder.

With weak knees, you turned around and fell to your knees, finally being face to face with his long cock.

He grabbed a handful of your hair to tilt your head back, he didn't need to speak for you to know to open your mouth. With a moan of consent, he sank his dick slowly into your mouth.

He felt heavy on your tongue, looking up at him as you tried to take him all but gagging once he hit the back of your throat. You took the rest of him in your hand, wrapping your lips around him and began bobbing your head.

"Just like that." He groaned, holding the back of your head as he watched your cheeks hollow around him.

He was already close before, so it didn't take long until his orgasm approached once again.

You could feel the way his cock twitched in your mouth. You tried to take as much as you could before you felt splurts of cum go down your throat.

You thought he would've stopped, but he suddenly got too ahead of himself and fucked himself deeper into your throat.

You moaned against him, causing him to finally pull out with a groan.

"You okay?" He sighed, bending down to put back on his clothes.

"I'll get back to you on that.." You breathed heavily, still sat on your heels.

You didn't really feel like getting up, not even sure if you could. Just the thought of standing made your knees hurt.

Once he slid on his shirt, you finally made your attempt to stand. You moaned at the feel but quickly overcame it to slide on your clothes.

"Fix your hair before you leave, yeah?" Chishiya grinned before making his exit.

You rolled your eyes, still unable to fully catch your breath as you brushed your fingers through your hair.

As much as you hate to admit it; you hoped this wasn't just a one time thing.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[luvvcharxo]

requesting for chishiya !! i dont really see anything abt him being flirty, so i'd LOVE to see smth like after the game with king of diamonds when he starts to open up yk, maybe chishiya had feelings for op when they were at the beach but never told them that cause he didnt >want< to feel that way, but after all that talk with kuzuryu he wants to change but doesnt rlly know how so he just starts flirting with op at any given chance basically :]] like calling them pretty and holding their hand/waist yk and maybe just dropping some "wanna makeout?" but its SO CLEAR that hes trying really hard and has no idea of what hes doing (that man does NOT flirt usually

I AM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH FOR THIS !!

I am a firm believer that chishiya is definitely a huge antisocial dork outside of the borderlands and with his partner, so this request hits home

"A" for Effort

Summary: God, who would've thought Chishiya Shuntaro could fail at something so gracefully—alternatively, the one where Chishiya tries flirting for once.

Genre: fluff, aib!au, ooc chishiya (he's a dork in this one)

Pairing: reader x chishiya

Words: 1k

"You know, I can make a bomb out of that with enough batteries and wires." Chishiya mused, a hint of pride in his voice. You froze midway through your actions, the cola can you were holding suspended in midair, inches from your lips. "That's very cool of you, Chishiya."

"Yeah," he hummed. He slid his chair closer to you, making the old floor of the abandoned apartment creak. You'd be lying if you said his closer proximity didn't make your heart flutter.

Uncharacteristically, he slid an arm around you, seemingly aiming to land on the armrest on your other side. As soon as his palm hit the wood, it gave in with a sharp snap, making the blond jolt forward. His chin hit your shoulder, sticky soda liquid spilling as your arm jerked alongside it.

For a split second, he looked mortified, eyebrows raised slightly and his mouth agape. Quickly enough, he caught himself and slid back into his stoic expression. He cleared his throat, "I just have to cut that top part open. The wiring goes in and then the pull-ring after. It's really easy—I can teach you if you want."

His breath was on your skin, deep brown eyes burning into yours. When they're close enough, his eyes no longer looked cold nor judgmental. They were soft, gentle—they were windows to the vulnerabilities and brilliance hidden beneath his hard shell. His pupils seemed to dilate when he whispered, glimmering with wonder under the candlelight.

"You're really pretty."

Your breath hitched in your throat. Eyebrows raised, you let out a hum in surprise. What has gotten into him today?

"Sorry?" You couldn't help but smile. It was an awkward one, given how you were unused to interacting with him like this, but a smile nonetheless.

His arm was still around you, limply laying on the side of the chair before he decided to press it onto your waist. For the first time in his life, Chishiya's fingers trembled. He was praying you wouldn't notice the almost imperceptible way his fingers shook over the fabric of your shirt. You pretended not to notice.

"I think your lips are really pretty," he said as a matter of fact.

He didn't know why you were looking at him as if he just blew someone's head off. Truthfully, it wavered his confidence and he started to rethink his approach. You still hadn't said a word for you were trying to figure out if this was really happening, but he mistook this silence for rejection.

"I'll uh—" he moved away from you, standing up to go towards your makeshift bed of papers and pillows. The bed in the apartment came with questionable stains, and you were adamant about never touching it.

"Chish-"

"I'm going to sleep," he grumbled, frustrated at himself for failing at something he considered to be simple. Why was it suddenly so difficult to talk to you?

Whatever fire Kuzuryuu ignited in him has certainly dampened a bit. He felt defeated—stumped—that the perfect plan he concocted didn't pan out the way it usually would. He thought that now was the best time—he had just came off from beating a king, you found a place the King of Spades seemingly hasn't touched yet, and the both of you managed to unearth unexpired strawberry candies that actually tasted good. Today was supposed to be lucky.

He'd thought of all the variables, and processed the multiple backup plans he had up his sleeve, yet when that fucking armrest broke, they all went down the drain. He was curled up in a ball, back facing toward you. He didn't want you to see him in such an embarrassed—pathetic—state.

"Humans aren't formulaic," he thought.

Sighing, you stood up. You blew the candle, the resulting wisps of smoke trailing up towards the ceiling. Chishiya lay motionless, and if you weren't any wiser, you would've thought that he had actually fallen asleep already.

You sat crossed-leg next to him. The plastic of his earphones glinted under the moonlight, peeking through strands of bleach-blonde hair. You gently plucked the bud out and the blown-out bass of a heavy rock song greeted you. He tilted his head slightly in your direction.

You leaned down, bringing your lips closer to the curve of his ear. "I think you're pretty too."

For a beat, he was unresponsive. Then, he rolled onto his back, now facing you fully. His lips quirked up, giving you the smallest of smiles. He propped himself up on his elbows, cocking his head to the side. It's almost as if it was a challenge for you to continue.

"I don't know what got into you, but I do know that it gave me the courage to tell you this," you bit your lip. "I have feelings for you."

He cocked an eyebrow up, pleasantly surprised and almost in a teasing way. So the plan did work. Not in the way he thought it would, but it still came to fruition.

Your noses were almost touching. You wanted to close the gap, to meet his chapped lips that vaguely smelled of strawberries—he swore he wasn't using lip balm but you begged to differ. He was yearning for this as well. God, he was so mesmerized by you.

So pretty, so pretty, so pretty.

"If you're having trouble with getting the lid off, I can always help you with some pliers I found."

"What are you talking abou—is this about the fucking bomb again?"

He cut you off, finally pressing his lips against yours. Snaking his hand behind your head, he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. You still hadn't quite figured out the intricacies of his mind. His behavior was sometimes erratic—although he was calm and calculative, he can also be unpredictable and warm.

There was a multitude of thoughts running through your mind, the loudest one being the drive for the both of you to make it out, to survive. And without saying it, you knew he wanted the same thing.