#sharpsuite (chishiya)
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fanart for @sharpsuite and their fic :) app ; clip studio paint brush(es) ; textured pen literally spent like 40 min trying to get chishiya's face right omg
#alice in borderland#niragi alice in borderland#niragi#niragi suguru#nirashiya#aib#chishiya#chishiya alice in borderland#chishiya shuntaro#art#hiemalsborderland#sharpsuite#GAME - ART
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@sharpsuite : Chishiya lifts his eyes from his book when Pat walks into the room, his head tilted as if he's considering asking something or not. It seems like he won't, until he finally does. " Do you have Valentine's Day plans? It seems like the kind of holiday you'd have elaborate plans for. " Maybe. He's not actually that certain what people do for days like this but who better to ask than Pat?
" i don't know. " she resists the urge to groan, to tell him not to remind her of the upcoming holiday. this close to it, she should have something planned by now. how did she lose track of all her one-month relationships just as february was approaching? this the first time, since she had her very first boyfriend, that pat is close to spending valentine's day alone; the years before, she always managed to secure a date at the very least.
it's stupid to be upset, really. she's fine alone ━ or rather, single. for the first time in her life she's been able to actually develop a deep friendship that's been better for her than any boyfriend ever was. she's at peace. still, the thought of her romantic life being left aside fills her with more anxiety than she'd like to admit.
" it's four days away. more than enough time to find someone to get laid. " it's true, but the words still sound uncertain, not nearly as enthusiastic as they'd usually be. " why? you got any plans? "
#sharpsuite#sharpsuite / chishiya.#sorry but pat's thinking if CHISHIYA has a date for valentines and i don't i'm killing myself#jk she would be happy for him. but also jealous#cause she's like that should be ME chishiya doesn't even care about romance
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"You’re playing with fire." ( from Chishiya )
› TENSION LINER PROMPTS
An clearly amused snort left Niragi's lips after he heard those words coming from the smaller male. His eyes darkened as he took a step closer to Chishiya, feeling no need to have his rifle with him in this situation. He was curious to find out what the spoken words were meant to trigger inside of him. The militant knew the other well enough to know he didn't speak up without having a result in mind. Chishiya surely loved to push his buttons whenever he could, to get an reaction out of him and Niragi would never back down from a challenge.
"I'm playing with fire?" Niragi asked, the tone of his voice threatening on purpose as he kept the eye contact. "Maybe playing with fire is exactly what I want to do. Maybe you should better run... so you don't get burned." This time his voice was a whisper, but he knew the smaller male had heard him.
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@sharpsuite asked: ❛ this day feels like it’s never gonna end. ❜ 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑷𝑻. 𝑰 (accepting)
Sam sits deep enough so that the back of his chair slants. The hour encroaches slowly towards night, and though the blinds are drawn, he can well imagine that the sun has started to slither down past the concrete city and behind the dead, empty streets.
This man with his long, bleached hair and too-cool-for-school look— Sam actually wishes, really, that the power worked. He’d charge his phone. He’d catch something on TCM. Turn on the radio.
“You should’ve seen it back when. You guys- sure, you have your computers and your smartphones—power to you—but the golden days? I’m talking wallball, 25-cent comics, and this little thing I like to call” —he holds up his hands. He waits for it— “soul-searching.”
Clever. Sam keeps his elbows on the desk. A battery-powered clock still ticks, counting down the seconds. All of this to say—
“Two words.” Sam smiles. “Carpe diem.”
Life is what you make it and seize the day. Or as much as a death-trap city will let you.
#sharpsuite#( samuhelll: v: main. )#( samuhelll: asks. )#we can set this in chishiya's main verse! what w the no power#its not necessary though if youd rather play it pre-bdl or general horror#anyway sams assuming chihiyas bored and hes dishing out the ''back in MY day'' spiel sorry
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@sharpsuite sent: receiver shows up on sender's doorstep covered in blood ( heh for the criminal au w/ Chishiya! )
blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !
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The former YouTube star had spent months doing favours for Chishiya, he wondered whether he had earned the sneaky cat's trust yet, or whether he was just feigning it in order to get the indebted Myung-gi do tick off errands off his long list. Despite that, he committed to it but on this particular night, there was more than what Myung-gi had bargained for. Encountering a rival gang from another territory, who had seemingly recognised Myung-gi as the one who scammed his viewers into investing in Dalmatian coin had chased him. He wasn't as physically fit as he used to be and thus was caught easily. The events and words traded were... Quite brutal to say the least.
His face was bloodied first, the crimson stains dripped onto his shirt and coated it like varnish upon nail. They were kind and refined enough to wash his face at least, albeit very badly and borderline torturing him with it. Once they got their payback, they let him go demanding a monetary payback of some kind or else it'll happen again. The experience, while harrowing, was something he had grown used too already. It had happened in Korea before he fled, in the Philippines and now here. It was only a matter of time before viewers on this country found out he was here.
Eventually, Myung-gi would make it home, deciding taking a taxi would be safer than just walking the rest of the way despite the short distance. Once he was at the cat's door, he knocks twice and rings the doorbell. When Chisiya opens it, his bloodied form stumbles into his arms, "Think you can work some of that medical magic on me?"
#<player 333>: response sent (ic)#sharpsuite (chishiya)#sharpsuite#/not my best but i hope this works okay!! <3
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@sharpsuite:
Out of one nightmare and into another. Chishiya’s hands remain hidden in his jacket pockets as he peeks his head into the empty-seeming hospital and is greeted by the LOVELY sight of corpses on the ground. It’s also eerily silent, both inside AND outside now that he thinks about it. He steps inside, carefully moving around the bodies towards the faint sound of voices. It looked like the hospital security room – which would have been where Chishiya went first anyways to look for clues. “ Hey- Whoa, whoa. “ Hands immediately lift in a pacifying gesture of surrender as he stares at the other man with a careful, calculating look. The guy in front of him seemed to be a detective, if he had to guess by the getup. Like the ones in the movies – at least compared to the ones in Japan. “ I’d prefer not being shot, detective. “ Maybe it’s too lighthearted of a comment for the carnage in the entry hall of Beacon, but that wasn’t something he cared too much about. “ I’m not a patient. Though, this is quite a scene to stumble across. “ ( Here you are! I figured at the beginning of the first game would be a good spot! )
It's a total stroke of luck that the guy reacts passively at the sight of a gun. The damn thing's clip isn't loaded; Sebastian had found it on the floor, but with all his effects missing since he'd been hung he'd taken it anyway.
Still, his expression is firm as he slips the (empty) gun into the holster at his side. Even if it had bullets, he'd much rather solve things without having to shoot anybody.
He gestures for the man to put his hands down, stepping forward and doing his best to keep from putting weight on his bleeding leg. The only reason he doesn't wince aloud is because there's someone else in this room with him.
"There's nothing to see, kid." Walking past him, Sebastian pushes the front doors of the hospital open, and though the cold air of Krimson City is a familiar feeling, the sight before him is not.
Though it looks exactly the way it did before Sebastian walked into this building, the lack of people gives him pause. "What...?
"What the hell happened out here?"
#[ start of the first game's fine with me!#i'm gonna finagle some things so that they're stuck adventuring together instead of seb#getting in the ambulance w/ the rest of the gang heh ]#sharpsuite#sharpsuite: chishiya.#thread.
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@sharpsuite's chishiya shuntaro & the fate / prompted
❝ oh, you look tired. ❞
𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 - 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵, but as of late, there was no time to spare sitting by the vanity and trying — & just like that, the details of her appearance remain a mystery to the fate.
and perhaps, they remain unnoticed to others, too — for example, hatter haven't said a word about the bags under her eyes nor the greyness of her skin, and albeit almost always drunk or / and high, the heart's player is observant of her like more or less, no one else. with little exceptions, that is.
nobody asked, unmei wishes to bark back, but after all her encounters with the mischievous cat, one thing's certain : he doesn't open his mouth if there's no reason to.
doubting concern was the motive behind his approach, it is not crossed off the list of things that could stand behind the cause of their meeting, and thus the neutral response, as to not disturb their little allyship.
❝ is that so, ❞ is all she offers, eyes still fixated on the party below. it truly is blurry, but it's not due to lighting. unmei is, in fact, so exhausted she feels like passing out — but there are things to be done, first ( seeing if all militants come back from their game, and in what shape will they be, that is ).
he keeps her secrets, she keeps his. whether for blackmail or not, making an enemy out of one of the executives would be a foolish thing — especially if it's due to an insult thrown his way just because she's irritated & tired.
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(if you'd like a AiB-themed ask in the Borderlands i offer this but feel free to disregard as well if you don't want one ! )
" I didn't expect to see a familiar face here. " Chishiya's voice is casual and calm as he watches the survivors stumble out of the game venue and back into the empty city of Tokyo: devoid of people and power sans the temporary ones found in the game venues at night. Ten players went in, and six came out. One he'd seen die trying to LEAVE the game venue - the rest must have died inside the game. Chishiya isn't playing tonight - his last game had been the seven of diamonds - giving him seven days before he'd need to play again. He was just OBSERVING. What were the odds of seeing a familiar face? " Are you alright? Moreso in regards to any injuries. "
He stepped into the artificial moonlight, bleeding from the flickering floodlights of the venue, the metallic tang of blood still thick in the air, clinging to his skin like guilt. His jacket was torn, streaked in grime and someone else’s blood, he didn’t know whose. His eyes snapped to the voice, calm and cutting through the silence like a scalpel.
Chishiya.
For a moment, Ryujin just stared, chest heaving. The calmness in Chishiya’s tone felt almost cruel in contrast to the rawness vibrating through his body but maybe it was the only thing keeping him from collapsing. ❝…Chishiya. ❞ His voice came out low, hoarse, but steady. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing dirt across his face. ❝ I didn’t expect to see anyone I knew still breathing. ❞
He shifted his weight, briefly glancing back at the others, what was left of them, then back to Chishiya. His body ached in places he couldn’t even name, but he was upright. Still moving…. that counted for something. ❝ No major injuries. Just… scrapes, bruises… the usual trauma package, ❞ he muttered, voice tinged with bitter humor, then his eyes narrowed faintly. ❝ You weren’t in the game, you were watching. ❞ Not a question, an observation. ❝ Studying the outcome? Looking for patterns or just bored? ❞
His tone wasn’t accusing. Not really. It was just Ryujin’s way of clinging to the last threads of sanity, humor, sharpness, and the occasional bite.
#still wanna write a aib verse for my boy and i will#and since i started reading it now i‘m more excited!!#⧽ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 ╱ you can't just run from sadness when it runs inside your veins .#sharpsuite: chishiya
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@sharpsuite: ' you need your rest. ' Chishiya's observation is clinical and focused, sparing no room for pleasantries. " That is, unless you intend to make yourself more sick because you're not letting your body rest and recover. " Chishiya lifts a brow but shrugs. " A professional's observation - but it's your choice. "
memes, accepting
the boy, brown hands balled into bed sheets, wheezes where he’s stood. (shadows around his chestnut eyes like raccoon stripes. a stupid, infuriating lag that comes with illness.) he wobbles. one, two, three.
on his third wobble, august collapses toward an involuntary sit. consider it fate giving him a push.
low, annoyed groan. he drags his hand down his face. scowling wordlessly at medical doctor.
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@sharpsuite : As CLEVER as Chishiya might be, even he can’t come up with an excuse or explanation for this situation that doesn’t sound as lame as any teenager’s excuse. ( He is, at least, thankful that Niragi didn’t seem to be aware when he’d pulled away with some grumble about bullshit to deal with. Chishiya didn’t doubt there’d be threats of brains splattered against a wall if he had. ) It doesn’t mean Chishiya doesn’t rapidly try to sort through any possible excuse to offer for why Chishiya and Niragi had only been centimeters apart and hidden away in an otherwise empty place. And Niragi’s hands had definitely not been kept to himself – admittedly Chishiya’s had been buried in silk but there’s one benefit to tall assholes and that’s hiding. Even so, he comes up with very little. There really isn’t any good excuse though, is there? Chishiya just stares at Pat in uncharacteristic silence while he decides the quickest route to escape from the situation. Maybe she didn’t see anything? Though he doesn’t have a good explanation for the lack of yelling or arguing even if she had seen absolutely nothing. Niragi invading Chishiya’s space with threats was something most people saw. This however… “ Pat. “ He manages to slink back behind his usual inscrutable expression, trying to force his shoulders to relax rather than be tense. He was fine, right? It’s a fight to not try to check himself somehow to make sure there were no signs of anything amiss. His hands curl in the pocket of his hoodie. “ Impeccable timing to avoid Niragi. “ He has to fight down a sigh because he’s fairly confident that is not going to work. ( I have sat here giggling through this mess, I leave it up to you to how much she saw or suspects. )
it feels like they've been staring at each other for hours, completely silent. it's uncharacteristic of her; and even chishiya, who's generally more quiet, is more talkative than this with her. she's still processing the image she'd just run into; clear and, unfortunately, unmistakable. and she has the urge to run away from the scene, like she was the one caught doing something wrong. she feels like she could stay right here for years, leaning against the wall and staring off at nothing, and she'll still need longer to figure out how on earth those two had arrived from point A to━━ well, this.
is she pissed? maybe a little bit. not that it's any of her business, but that's the one close friend she has in this place and the guy who almost got her killed not even three days ago. they've miraculously reached a truce, at least for the time being, but there's still a deep bruise on her wrist under her golden bracelet from the previous game. but mostly, she's just surprised. she looks at him when he says her name, doesn't know what to say or if she can say any words at all without laughing. she doesn't think chishiya has realized there's a huge red spot on the side of his neck, for sure to bruise later.
" yeah. " it's like she finally remembers how to move her hands again, and she immediately lights up a cigarette. kuina's journey to quit had been inspiring to her, but maybe pat just doesn't have the same willpower. " it's hard to avoid conflict with niragi, isn't it? always throwing insults, punches, bullets, and, " only then, she allows herself to openly stare at the mark on chishiya's neck, " ... love bites? "
#sharpsuite#sharpsuite / chishiya.#i'm so sorry lmao#i'll have you know pat thought about saying “hickeys” but she deliberately chose “love bites” bc she knew he would hate it the most#𝐯 . ❛ la dama. ❜
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“ Why are you looking at me like that? “ Niragi might just be patrolling like normal but the watchfulness didn’t go unnoticed. Chishiya holds up his hands as if to pacify with showing himself emptyhanded - excluding the cookie he pops into his mouth right beforehand. “ I’m not doing anything. “ And maybe it’s a situation of the pot calling the kettle black considering Chishiya’s observing everyone else’s movements too, but so what?
Niragi's dark eyes narrowed at Chishiya as he watched him hold up his hands to show him there was nothing in them. There was a certain glint in them, that made it obvious he was in the mood to cause trouble. He stopped and casually leaned his rifle against his other shoulder for a moment. "Like what Chishiya? Like I don't trust or or like I hate your guts?" Niragi's tone was provoking on purpose as he stepped over to the smaller male. "I have seen your face way too many times for my liking during today. I wouldn't be surprised if you were up to no good."
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“Well. You know what they say.” Sam’s voice is rice paper. He wags a brow. “I don’t just talk the talk. I walk the walk.”
She must see what no one else does, cursed with an irrefutable sixth sense, I see dead people. He huffs a sound halfway to a laugh, and he swallows.
“How—” His brow pinches, smile skewing. “How— could you know that?” Sam slowly asks. “And what’s it got to do with…”
She remembers. And she’s right. Universal cardiac arrest is a one in a million, a cosmic anomaly, the statistic equivalent of the Big Bang. His brain weaves fledgling possibilities on how she knows. One: she’s met with other survivors. Less likely: they knew before waking up. Amazonian that she is, if anyone were to emerge intact, somewhat immune to the sulfuric acetic bite of amnesia, it would be Ann.
“Alright. So.” Sam takes a breath, unsticking his mouth. “So some guy swoops in, stopping hearts,” he croaks, like making sure they’re on the same page. “And everyone who lost... bought it.”
For real. Not a dream.
It isn’t wrong. Someone did this. It sounds crazy out loud. Village-witch-burned-at-the-stake crazy. The kind of thing rubber rooms were invented for, only that’s the conclusion this is leading to, and no one is laughing.
Sam clears his throat, running his tongue over a molar.
“I don’t—” He chuckles, still reeling. “I, uh- met this guy. Had the whole… platinum hair thing?” he says, gesturing nebulously with his hand. “Like Marilyn Monroe?” Sam drops it back down and spins whirlpools into his ramen. “Anyway. Don’t think ‘determined’ is the word I’d use.
“More... don’t hate the player,” he says. “Hate the game.”
" Sneaking out? " Her eyebrows lift at the suggestion and she seems to contemplate it for a long moment. " Mm. More like I STAYED OUT LONGER rather than sneaking out. " She muses after some time with evident thought. " It's been a long time since I thought of those days. "
She tilts her head and sips her drink. " Speaking from experience? " NOT JUDGEMENTAL. At he said, who hasn't?
That topic though seems like background noise compared to the itch in her brain as she stares at the bowl of ramen in front of her. It keeps flitting about her, this thing lurking in her memory. Or not memory? It seems ridiculous to say Sam's bringing it to the surface, but it feels like he is. Sort of. At least making it more active again in a way she'd tried to file away as nothing but survivor's shock.
Her head lifts at the noise, shifting her focus back onto him. She doesn't want to MAKE A POOR IMPRESSION, but it feels like he knows. Something at least, though her voice feels stuck in her throat.
" . . . By any chance, were you a survivor of the incident? " Ann finally asks; " Sorry, that must seem odd. It's just that....Every survivor's heart stopped for a minute. Every single one. Isn't it weird? It's like something happened to us all in that minute. " Ann remarks, resisting the urge to poke at the ramen in front of her. " I always thought it was odd. " She muses, and the glass of her drink is cool against her hand while it feels like they're playing near fire.
PLAYING A GAME. Her painted lips part slightly and her throat feels dry even after she sips at the water. Summer heat at the back of her mind despite the midnight hour and rain they'd sought refuge from. " Yeah. Only the most determined managed to come back alive. " She murmurs and then gives a smile that isn't really a smile. " That was my theory when I first woke up actually. That something happened and only those with a strong enough will survived. I'm not sure how games factors in but it....feels right? " Her brow furrows just slightly. " Do you know what I mean? "
#sharpsuite#( samuhelll: v: main. )#sam like yea i met chishiya i dont think that boy has any determination or will to live LOL#just kinda effortlessly stayed alive but like for no point lol#but HE GETS IT. and sam is dramatic lbr if he were human hed been a theater kid
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Silly little doodle of Chishiya becoming utterly pathetic the second he gets sick, very heavily inspired by @sharpsuite ‘s fic “buried remnants awoken” on AO3!
#aib#alice in borderland#aib chishiya#chishiya alice in borderland#chishiya shuntaro#alice in borderlands#imawa no kuni no alice#imawa no kuni no arisu#digital art#shitty doodle#chishiya aib#chishiya being pathetic (rare but entertaining)#dude was so sick that he hardly had the energy to be an asshole <\3#sickfic#fan art of fan fic#fanart of a fanfic#silly little doodles#wdym this guy had killed without remorse?#he sat up to fast and has a headache from the sickness#I’m projecting my own current illness onto him#quick little doodle#aib fanart#doodles#I hope the drawing conveyed how absolutely wretched he’s feeling#he needs to look as wretched as possible and I hope I got that across
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" i guess i'll have to take your word for it. " if she's being honest with herself, she can't think of two people with more different temperaments than chishiya and niragi, other than perhaps their disdain for other people. things are not always what they seem beyond surface level, but pat doesn't ask him to elaborate. only shakes her head, a tiny amused smile playing at the corners of her lips. " i can't tell if that makes you a narcissist or if you really just hate yourself. which one is it? "
she only has herself to blame for expecting anything from him, and she knows this. still, it leaves her with a bitter taste in her mouth, the all-too familiar feeling that perhaps it was a mistake to let him get too close, to allow herself to care. so why do his words still spark a sliver of hope inside her chest?
" do you really think that? " she asks, trying to keep her voice casual even though she feels anything but. " that we would've seen each other again? "
He's silent, the weight of her words HEAVIER THAN SHE REALIZES. Clearly simply saying it's Niragi is not enough. He stares at his bottle of water and sets it down. " No. There was no fight or anything of that nature. " WHY? " He reminds me too much of myself. " His nose wrinkles and he's quick to add on. " Not on the surface level, obviously. But how he operates ; sometimes it feels like looking into a mirror. It irritates me. And it irritates me that he can figure things out other's don't. " NEVER ONCE does he use the word hate though. COINCIDENCE OR CHOICE?
Dark eyes flick over to her, observing with that focused look he gets when he's engaged and FIGURING SOMETHING OUT. What is common knowledge to her is not to him. " I would see you again. " Chishiya replies immediately, voice unwavering and solid in confidence. Clearly, regardless of his certainty, that was not that impression she had. It's left a wound and he's not sure what to do about it. He hadn't wanted to hurt her but he likely wouldn't change his plan even if given the chance. " Well. At least it's not the hypothetical. Although this might be a bit more ACTION-ORIENTED than you would have liked.
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@sharpsuite🧡 this for a closed adventure. - Chishiya
✼ ━━━━━━ Upon primrose sand, hue as gentle on the eye as a vintage photograph, there is a steady warmth from the grains. Winter sun laces itself through her auburn soft filaments, catching in loose, tousled curls that flutter against the nape of her neck. Sea hums nearby. This is her oasis, her escape from the sterile walls and clinic routines. No one ever professed that pursuing a vocation in medicine would be effortless. Despite being applauded as a prodigy, she knows better than to believe such commendation makes the path ahead any less daunting. Seated on the sand, she inhales the oceanic aroma and lets her eyes fall once more on the document in her hands, a patient file. The next life she’s meant to touch, penned in diagnosis codes and succinct observations. She sighs, quiet but exhausted. “It would be so much easier,” she murmurs to herself, “if they allowed us to meet the person first, rather than hand us these insipid pages.”
Orihime brushes windblown hair from her cheek, gaze lingering on the paper. Next week, she steps into a new squad, chosen for her aptitude, her perceptions. So engrossed in contemplation, she doesn't notice the gentle approach behind her. She lifts her gaze a few seconds later with a flicker of apology. “Oh, I didn’t notice you there. I thought I was the only one drawn to the sea in winter.”
#ooc; sooooooo let me talk here#ooc; plot a - she is doing an internship and he is the doctor that will be leading the team omg the coincidences#plot b - he is someone from her campus or something#plot c - he is a doctor working at the hospital and just that#plot d - please insert ideas#╰ *ㅤin chara.ㅤ⧽ hime
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“ Is that supposed to give me some kind of relief? ” Glasses in hand, the corner of his shirt, not completely dirty yet, used to polish the glass - or if he was being honest probably smudge the surface. It was something to do, busy work. Otherwise, he would have to sit down and fully realize what had just happened.
What was supposed to be a regular business trip to Tokyo - where he would have spent a few hours in a book store signing copies of his book, and having an interview or two before he’d be on the plane back to Korea, he was now stuck. Trapped in some kind of hellish nightmare that wasn’t anywhere near its end.

Or so it seemed. It had been over a week since he got up early after managing to toss and turn for an hour or two, got ready, and went outside. Only to find one of the busiest cities in the world completely deserted.
“ And what now, volunteer every few days for a new game? Die, kill, or be killed - and then what? Huh!? For how long? For what purpose? And you’re just…” Wanted to scream at him, there wasn’t anyone else, and he knew going away by himself wouldn’t do him any good. His agent was probably thinking that he was avoiding him again. “ What’s the grand plan? ”
sharpsuite asked: “A lot of times, people do the things they do because they can't do anything else.” ( From Chishiya for whoever you think might be interesting / want to throw at him? ) / MEME - accepting!
#sharpsuite#v: undecided#MUSE : HAN SE-JOO#WORLD : CHICAGO TYPEWRITER#I give you a moody pretentious famous writer#bc why not let's make it fun
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