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ghostlynightpanda · 2 months ago

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HELLO can i request something with niragi?

my idea: niragi x dominant reader. like dominant in relationships or in bed (or both) it doesn’t matter. i just find a thought of niragi being with someone who is not gonna to submit to him interesting. not only they not submit him, but they also want HIM to submit which i think is very unusual to him. i mean in the past he was humiliated and now thinks that any submission is a sign of weakness and blah blah blah and he will never do such thing in any way. like he will NOT listen to anyone in a relationship because now he's big and strong and no one has the power to tell him what to do. in bed he also won't do what you tell him because who do you think you are?? in general, after everything that happened to him during his school years, he is fixated on control and tries with all his might to show everyone his strength, to break people in order to show his superiority - in order, again, to feel control because he didn’t have it before. ok I'm getting carried away but what I'm getting at is that it would be very interesting to see how he would open up with a dominant and emotionally strong partner who doesn't like and won't do whatever niragi wants to satisfy him

plus he used to be so sweet and all before the borderlands so maybe with the right person he could give in for a while and stop trying to prove himself??

#subniragisupremacy ok✌️

if you would do it you can do it with pre borderland niragi instead of the borderland one if you want. it doesn’t really matter what version of niragi it would be lol. it could be niragi on the beach, it could be burnt niragi, still a walking menace but now he's starting to change a little or whatever (8 seconds of character development hello), it could be a pre borderland niragi also. like high scooler niragi or niragi after school when he’s no longer nerd but not still not as unhinged as he was in the borderland. pre borderland probably would be easier because he is not as crazy in i believe he was pretty normal in ordinary life but still it would be interesting to see what would he do with a dominant person since he considers submission weakness

love your work btw!!!

Built to Burn, Taught to Kneel

English is not my first language, so if you find mistakes, feel free to contact me!

Synopsis: After surviving a brutal game in the Borderlands, Niragi is stunned to reunite with the only person who ever saw the real him. Now, feared and cruel in public, he clings to control with bloody hands, but behind closed doors, he surrenders to your dominance, desperate for the safety he only finds in your power.

warnings/content: Niragi x reader, fluff and smut, mdni, - 3.372 words

The concrete groaned under every step, a brutal echo swallowed by the night air. Rain beat down like glass on flesh, sharp and cold. The game had gone on far too long — two hours of sprinting, dodging, climbing, slipping through shadows.

Dead Run. The instructions were simple: stay moving, stay hidden, stay alive. One misstep, one breath too loud, and the hunters and lasers fired without mercy.

You ducked behind a rusted van, panting, blood dripping from a torn gash in your thigh. You’d seen five players go down already — one shredded on the stairwell, another caught in a spotlight and got shot by a laser. Your breath hitched. Every muscle screamed, but you weren't going to die here.

Then you heard it — chaos breaking out three levels above. Gunfire. Screams.

Another player, maybe. Another poor bastard about to get fired up.

You pushed forward, crawling under collapsed rebar, eyes locked on the distant checkpoint glowing red in the distance — freedom was close. Ten meters, maybe. Then eight. Then—

“Don’t move.”

The voice froze your blood.

Sharp. Familiar.

Dangerous.

You slowly raised your head, thinking you’d been caught by a hunter. But what you saw instead made your breath stop entirely.

Leaning against the broken skeleton of a car, blood on his cheek, gun at his side, was him.

Niragi.

Older. Darker. Covered in blood like it was his second skin.

And looking at you like he'd just seen a ghost.

For a moment, the world seemed to still. Even the rain sounded quieter. His gaze flicked down your body — not with hunger, not yet — but with calculation. Recognition. Something in his chest visibly coiled, like a trap being triggered.

He spoke again, but it wasn’t to threaten you. “You’re fucking kidding me.”

A spotlight swept dangerously close. You tensed to move, but Niragi was faster.

He stepped forward, not looking back, boots crunching over broken glass as he reached for your hand and hauled you up by the arm. Not rough. Not gentle. Just urgent.

“Move.” His voice was low. Controlled. But there was something burning under it. “I’m not letting you die in some bullshit Spades game.”

You didn’t argue.

You couldn’t.

Not with the way he was looking at you — like something unholy had cracked open in his chest and was crawling out, raw and hungry.

You ran.

Together.

And he didn’t let go of your hand once.

Finally, you made it.

The moment the final checkpoint flared green and the doors sealed shut behind them, Niragi let go of your hand like it burned him. You stumbled forward a few steps, chest heaving, blood sticking your shirt to your side. Your legs trembled — not from fear, not really. Just adrenaline finally wearing off.

Niragi stood a few paces away, silent, back to you, shoulders tense beneath the soaked, torn shirt he wore. The gun hung at his side, useless now. Still, he gripped it like the game wasn’t over.

You wiped at the blood on your cheek, already turning to face him when he finally spoke.

“...I thought you were dead.”

His voice was low, different than during the game. Strained. Like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

You didn’t respond. Just watched the way his jaw clenched as he turned to you fully. Up close, you saw it — the same sharp eyes, the same twitch of his fingers when he was overthinking. His face was older, marked by cruelty and chaos, but underneath it…

That boy still existed.

“You’re not,” he muttered, almost to himself. Then louder, more forcefully, like he was trying to shake off the weight of recognition. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Before you could answer, his gaze dropped to your leg — the blood. His whole posture shifted. Not soft, not exactly, but protective. Possessive.

“You’re injured.” He moved toward you again, more careful this time. “Sit down.”

It wasn’t a question.

And even though the old Niragi might’ve flinched away from giving orders, this version? He wore it like armor.

But even now, with the Borderlands between them and everything they'd survived, you still saw it in his eyes — hesitation. Memory. A crack in the facade.

And for a split second, you remembered…

He sat against the rooftop fence, knees pulled up, blood drying under his nose and on the collar of his uniform. His bottom lip was split. His bag was in the stairwell — probably torn up again, thrown over the railings like trash.

Niragi didn’t cry. Not where anyone could see.

But he shook.

You found him like that, back then — small and still trying to hide it. You didn’t ask if they hit him again. You already knew.

“Your eye’s swelling,” you said instead, pulling your bag off and kneeling in front of him. “Let me see.”

He flinched at first, then relaxed — barely — when you touched his chin, tilting it toward the light.

“You gotta stop freezing up when they get in your face,” you muttered, pulling a tissue from your sleeve and dabbing at his lip. “Stand straight. Shoulders back. Don't make it easy for them.”

He didn’t answer. Just watched you with this wide, hollow look in his eyes, like he couldn’t understand why you were even there. Why you cared.

“I’m not saying fake confidence. I’m saying act like they can’t touch you. You let them smell fear, they’ll eat you alive.”

You stopped, meeting his eyes fully.

“You hear me, Suguru?”

He nodded.

“Say it.”

“I hear you.”

“No,” you said sharply. “Say it like you mean it.”

He blinked. Then swallowed hard.

“I hear you.”

Better.

You blinked away the memory just as Niragi dropped beside you with a torn strip of cloth. He reached for your leg but paused, eyes flicking up to meet yours.

“Can I?” he asked, quiet.

The question startled you.

He seemed like could burn down a building and laugh about it, but right now he was — asking you permission like it mattered.

You gave a slight nod.

And as he started wrapping your leg with careful fingers and trembling tension in his shoulders, one thought kept circling in your mind:

He remembers too.

The safehouse was cold and dim, but Niragi was... still. His touch had been careful. His voice quieter than you’d ever heard it, even back in school. A part of him unraveled each time you looked at him like you still saw that boy underneath all the filth and fire he’d become.

He didn't talk much after binding your leg. Just sat next to you, close but not touching, glancing at you sometimes like he wanted to say something — but couldn’t afford to break whatever thin layer of control kept him from crumbling.

But that version of him stayed behind the moment you reached the gates of the Beach.

The transformation was instant.

One step through the entrance and Niragi became something else. The calm was gone, replaced by sharp edges and blood-slick arrogance. His posture straightened and his grin came back — but it was all teeth.

“You're with me,” he told you, voice louder now. Enough for the guards at the front to hear. “No questions.”

You caught the glint in his eye before it happened — the way he looked around, daring anyone to challenge him. Daring someone to ask who you were.

Someone did.

A man in a sleeveless shirt with too much confidence and not enough sense stepped a little too close, eyes raking over you.

“Who’s this?” he asked, not even to Niragi — to you.

Big mistake.

Niragi’s gun was out before you could blink. The barrel pressed to the guy’s temple, a wicked smile crawling across Niragi’s face like it thrilled him to do this in front of everyone.

“You ask them another question,” Niragi said softly, “and I’ll take your tongue and feed it to you.”

Silence dropped like a curtain. The man didn’t even breathe.

Niragi held the tension, let it rot, and then stepped back with a chuckle, holstering the gun like it was part of some twisted joke.

“Relax,” he added, sneering. “We’re friendly here.”

But the message was clear. Crystal.

You weren’t just some new player.

You were his.

He led you to the upper floors — the rooms where the higher-ups stayed, where the elite lounged in stolen luxury. Once you were inside a private room, the mask didn’t fall right away. He leaned against the door after closing it, head tilted, watching you.

Predatory.

But beneath that, the tension was real. Like he didn’t know what to do with you here, in his world.

“You changed,” you said, arms crossed.

“Did I?” He clicked his tongue. “Maybe I just stopped pretending I wasn’t a monster.”

You didn’t answer. Just stepped toward him, slow.

His eyes flickered, pupils shrinking like he was preparing for a hit. Or a command.

“You weren’t pretending before,” you murmured. “You were trying. Now you’re just playing another role.”

You reached up, fingertips brushing under his jaw — soft, but grounding. He didn’t flinch, but he didn’t lean into it either.

“You think being cruel makes you untouchable?”

“I am untouchable,” he growled.

“Not to me.”

The words hit hard enough to crack something in his expression. His breath caught.

For a moment, it was just silence between them. His hands twitched at his sides like he didn’t know whether to grab you or kneel.

Then he whispered — not proud, not even defiant: “...I don’t want them near you.”

“I know.”

“They’re animals. I don’t trust anyone here.”

“You don’t have to.” Your tone dipped, firm. “I’m not theirs.”

His gaze sharpened. Like the way you said it did something to him — a kind of power he didn’t have, but that you offered, like a hand on a leash.

And for a moment, Niragi — the chaos, the cruelty, the gun-toting psychopath who burned people alive for breathing wrong — exhaled.

And leaned his forehead against yours.

The room was quiet now, the door closed. The Beach was buzzing below them — laughter, sex, music, the sick high of survival — but none of it touched this space.

It was just the two of you.

Niragi stood near the bed, still breathing a little too fast, like being alone with you was harder than the game you’d survived. His hands were twitchy, jaw tight, shoulders squared like he was bracing for something — but didn't know what.

You stepped back. Slow. Controlled.

“You were ready to kill a man just for looking at me,” you said softly.

His lip curled. “He shouldn't have.”

“You’re jealous?”

“I’m possessive.” His voice dipped into something low, dangerous. “You’re mine.”

“Say that again,” you told him, chin tilted up — not asking. Commanding.

His jaw clenched. There was a pause. Then, quieter: “You’re mine.”

You reached up and touched his chest — right over his heart, feeling the frantic thud of it.

“No,” you said calmly. “You’ve got it backwards.”

He flinched at that. A twitch in his eyes, like the truth of it scared him more than the gunfights and lasers ever had. You could see it — that part of him still stuck in a broken teenage body, screaming not to bend, not to submit, not to lose control again.

You leaned in.

“You remember how this works, don’t you?”

His breath hitched.

“You don’t give me orders.” Your hand slid up, fingers curling into his hair. “You obey me.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

But his knees nearly buckled.

You pushed him back, guiding him toward the bed — not shoving, not forcing, just directing. He followed without question, like muscle memory. Like that old rhythm between you hadn’t faded at all, just buried under years of rage and blood.

He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes on you like you were the only thing tethering him to earth.

“I’m not impressed by the gun,” you whispered, straddling his lap. “Or the act. You think you scare me?”

“I want to,” he breathed, raw. “I need to.”

You shook your head. “No, Suguru. You need someone to stop you.”

He didn’t say a word.

Not when you pushed him down onto his back.

Not when you pinned his wrists above his head with one firm hand.

Not when you leaned down and kissed him hard, slow, with possession in every breath — not violence, not demand, but ownership.

And not when you pulled back, just barely, and said: “Don’t you dare come until I say.”

His whole body shivered.

The boy who once flinched under fists now writhed beneath you — not in fear.

In surrender.

You leaned in again, mouth brushing his cheek, his jaw, the corner of his lips. Not a kiss. Just a reminder. Of who you were. Of who he used to be under your gaze.

“I said don’t come until I tell you,” you whispered.

And he nodded. He nodded.

Niragi Suguru — the sadist with a flamethrower, the self-appointed executioner of the Beach — lay beneath you, chest rising and falling too fast, hands flexing under your grip, eyes wide with anticipation and fear and need.

You slid your free hand down his chest, slow, teasing over old scars and new ones, nails dragging just hard enough to make him twitch. His teeth clenched. He wanted to buck, to flip you over, to claw his way back to control — you could feel it under you.

But he didn’t.

He wouldn’t.

Because this — you — was the only thing in this world stronger than his fear of weakness.

“You act like submission’s a cage,” you murmured, your lips at his throat now, biting down hard enough to make him groan. “But look at you.”

Your hand dipped lower. Over his waistband. Inside.

He choked on a moan, body tensing — then melting under your touch like it betrayed him before he could catch it.

“Look at you.”

He shuddered. “Don’t—don’t stop.”

“I will if you don’t behave.”

“I am,” he gasped. “I am, I swear—fuck—”

You slowed your pace immediately, just to prove the point. Watching the panic spark in his eyes when the pleasure started to pull away.

His fingers curled into fists.

“No one else gets to see you like this,” you said, eyes locked on his. “No one else even gets to touch you.”

His voice was wrecked when he answered. “They won’t.”

“They try?”

“I’ll kill them.”

You squeezed him just a little harder, just a little meaner. “And what if I want to share you?”

He froze.

Then whispered, eyes wild: “No.”

You smiled.

“There he is.”

And then you gave him exactly what he wanted — not just pleasure, but ownership. Control twisted into surrender, right there in your hands. You worked him slow, deliberate, keeping his wrists pinned, making him beg with his eyes and his breath and his trembling thighs.

He was so close. You could feel it — every time his hips jerked, every sound he barely swallowed, every broken little curse he murmured like a prayer.

“Don’t,” you said again. “Not yet.”

“I c-can’t—” He tried to bite it back, tried to hold it, the pain of obedience turning him inside out. “Please.”

Your voice dropped like a dagger to his throat. “Ask.”

He whimpered. Niragi whimpered.

“Please let me come,” he whispered.

You paused. Looked him over like you were weighing it. Then leaned in again, lips brushing his ear.

“Good boy.”

That did it.

He shattered beneath you, hips snapping up, breath catching in his throat as he came with a groan so raw it bordered on a sob — not from pain, but from release. From permission.

From being yours.

The Beach was everything and nothing at the same time. It was chaos dressed up in order. People followed Niragi’s commands, out of fear or respect—or both. On the surface, he was the one who decided who lived and who died. Who mattered and who didn’t. The only order he ever followed came from Aguni, but he usually let him do as he liked.

In front of everyone else, Niragi was cold, calculating. A leader of men who liked to remind everyone how strong he was, how untouchable. He played the part effortlessly, speaking with biting authority, his gun a constant presence. His reputation alone kept the others in line. And he reveled in it.

But behind closed doors? When the lights were off, when the door clicked shut and the quiet settled in between you?

He was nothing but yours.

Niragi stood in the center of a gathered group of Beach members. The area was buzzing with the usual tension—some nervous, others eager for approval. They all watched him like he was a demon, the devil. And he knew it. He loved it.

A man, younger than the others, nervously stepped forward with a report.

“Sir, there’s a group outside the gates. They’re asking to join.”

Niragi didn’t even look at the man as he answered. His eyes were cold, calculating, scanning the rest of the room. The air itself seemed to freeze around him.

“Are they useful?” Niragi’s voice was sharp, like a blade.

The man hesitated, a sign of weakness. That was all it took.

“They’re... they’re armed. But—”

“Then what the fuck are you waiting for?” Niragi’s words cut through the air, eyes narrowing. “Kill them. We don’t need dead weight around here.”

The young man flinched, nodding quickly before retreating, his footsteps quick and hurried.

Niragi’s gaze shifted over the others, daring anyone to challenge him. No one did. No one would. His reputation as a merciless leader was built on fear—and he wielded it like a weapon.

“Anyone else have a problem with my decision?” His voice lowered, turning almost sickly sweet, dangerous.

No one moved, not even a twitch. They all knew better.

“Good,” Niragi said, smirking, his eyes cutting across the room. “Now get back to work.”

With that, he turned and walked away, his stride long and confident, the respect and fear of the Beach following him.

That night, after the power play, after the bloodshed, Niragi returned to your room.

The moment the door clicked shut behind him, the walls of control he built up around him seemed to crumble. His shoulders relaxed, the hard lines of his jaw softened, and he closed his eyes for just a moment, taking in the stillness of the room. The silence was his release.

He wasn’t Niragi the devil here. He wasn’t the monster people feared. He was just a man—just yours.

You didn’t need to say anything. You didn’t have to. It was understood. The moment he entered the room, he belonged to you. There was no negotiation, no resistance. He had already submitted the second that door closed.

You didn’t speak at first, just looked at him, letting the tension stretch out between you. He was standing near the bed, just watching you, breathing heavy, like the act of being so vulnerable in this place where he should be strong was somehow too much for him.

But you knew him better than anyone. You knew what this moment meant. And you knew that no matter how much he tried to hold on to the illusion of control, he would always give in.

You walked toward him, your eyes never leaving his. Without saying a word, you placed your hand on his chest, feeling the thrum of his heart under your fingers. His breath hitched at the touch, like you’d ripped away the last of his defenses.

“You did well today,” you said, your voice low, intimate. “You looked so good. So strong, so powerful.”

He swallowed, his eyes flicking to yours, a flash of something dark and yearning in them. Please, it said, please see me.

But you weren’t done yet.

“And when we’re alone,” you whispered, “you’re mine. Understand?”

His throat tightened, the words like ash on his tongue. He nodded, but it was a struggle. The struggle to let go. To trust you with this part of him he fought so hard to keep buried.

“I know,” he rasped, the confession raw.

Your lips curled into a slow smile. “Good boy.”

And just like that, he was yours again.

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#alice in borderland #niragi suguru x reader #niragi suguru #niragi x reader #niragi suguru fluff #niragi suguru smut #sub niragi suguru #sub niragi

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stlllle · 22 days ago

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I hate when I go read a fanfic and it feels like I’ve already read every single version of that story. Nothing ever feels new anymore, it’s so frustrating 😔

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hiemalsborderland · 3 months ago

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okay not to hate on other peoples opinions but HOW do some of you mfs believe that niragi would be a big bad wolf and like most alpha male ever in a relationship im sorry but ngl if niragi ever trusted someone enough to get in a committed relationship w them he would lowkey be the biggest crybaby bf of all time. trusting someone that much is basically js letting his guard down, ion get why some of yall assume that his actual self is the persona he put on starting at the beach cuz let's be for realsies that mf is DEFINITELY a sweetheart under allat even if he doesnt wanna show it

#if u disagree with crybaby / sub niragi ur an opp /j #THIS MF WOULD NOT BE ACTING LIKE HES ON TOP OF THE WORLD DURING A RELATIONSHIP.#yall dont get it like #omfg #crybaby niragi solos #whiny niragi solos #needy niragi solos #sorry not sorry #hiemalsborderland #alice in borderland #aib #niragi #niragi suguru #niragi alice in borderland #GAME - CHARACTER ANALYSIS / YAP

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ryoheiii · 3 months ago

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Just saw someone saying how they don't blame Niragi's bullies and how they would slap Niragi around too since he's so pathetic and soft idk omllll... never have i blocked someone so fast 😭🙏

#romanticizing bullying is crazzzzyyyy #people tend to forget that bullied Niragi is literally just a fucking HIGHSCHOOLER #i believe in sub niragi but saying that to his younger self is just mad work #alice in borderland #ima wa no kuni no alice #aib #niragi suguru

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changbokkii · 10 months ago

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Valentine’s Library

Hello this is my master list and I hope you enjoy all my stories!

Request list !!

( 🎀 ) - fluff. ( 🤍 ) - angst.

( ⭐️ ) - smut. ( 💗 ) - comfort.

( 🌷 ) - series.

*****

Stray kids shelf

Ot8 — NSFW! Twt links! ( ⭐️ )

Bangchan — DILF! Chan headcannons (pt 1) ( 🎀 ) ( ⭐️ ) ( 🌷 )

Lee Know — COMING SOON

Changbin — COMING SOON

Hyunjin — SUB! Hyunjin drabble ( ⭐️ ) ( 🎀 ) ( 💗 )

Han — COMING SOON

Felix — COMING SOON

Seungmin — COMING SOON

I.N — How long is forever (pt. 1) ( 🎀 ) ( 🤍 ) ( 🌷 )

Alice in borderland shelf

Chishiya — My crazy boys (pt. 1) ( 🎀 ) ( 🤍 ) ( 🌷 )

Dating chishiya shuntaro ( 🎀 )

Kuina — “You’ll be okay” ( 🎀 ) ( 🤍? )

Ann — COMING SOON

Niragi — My crazy boys (pt. 1) ( 🎀 ) ( 🤍 ) ( 🌷

Arisu — COMING SOON

Usagi — COMING SOON

Tata — COMING SOON

Other — AIB Sfw alphabet ( another one coming soon !! ) ( 🎀 )

#valentine★#aib chishiya #alice in borderland #alice in boderland x reader #chishiya alice in borderland #skz fake texts #sub stray kids #sub skz #stray kids x reader #skz imagine #stray kids fluff #niragi alice in borderland #kuina alice in borderland #aib kuina #straykids imagines #stray kids × y/n #VALENTINE WRITES!!

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thinkingofchishiya · 1 year ago

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Shy, suguru?

Fluff x Smut

plot: fem!reader taking niragi home to clean him up after finding him during the alley scene but it leads to more

warnings: long, mentions of bullying, minor mention of injury and blood, virginity loss, dom!reader x sub!niragi (both are slight switches,this comes into play at the end), dynamic shift, praise and degradation, it’s niragi so i’d say dead dove do not eat but he’s not bad in this at it’s obviously pre!borderlands, afab! reader, characters are 18+ in their college year at school

word count: over 4500

“hey asshole watch where your going!” you groan and rub your shoulder as a group of boys from your year rushed past, one of them barging past in the process almost knocking you off your feet.

“sorry sexy!” the boys all laugh still running and you visibly recoil your face in disgust. It was after school and you were walking home to your dorm block after a long day, that is until you heard the faint sound of sniffling in the alley you passed every day on your way to and from the school.

Curiosity killing the cat as you decide to take a look, it was niragi suguru. You shared a few classes but barely spoke, you were fairly popular at the school and well to put it simply, niragi was the opposite. Shy, nerdy and quiet you barely interacted unless it was for the work. Still you had never been mean to him and resented the treatment he got from others. He was a sweet socially awkward boy that could barely even make eye contact with your classmates half the time, but he kept to himself and didn’t do anything to deserve the relentless, torturous bullying his classmates inflicted upon him.

Niragi was on the ground, crying quietly and with a damaged and bloody nose, desperately searching for his glasses, that from what you could see were surprisingly not broken. His vision wasn’t the best without them and as you took footsteps towards him he looked up in fear. “Please!…please stop-” he pleaded while scrambling to reach for the glasses.

The sight broke your heart. Leaning down next to him and reaching for the glasses, you carefully put them back over his eyes. “it’s ok niragi it's me, y/n. We have history and math together”

His eyes widen with shock and temporary relief as he recognises your soft voice. “y/n..?” He looks up at you, sniffling, his nose still throbbing in pain. “You...you saw?” His voice trembles, a mix of vulnerability and embarrassment obvious.

“no but i saw them running off and had a gut feeling, fucking asshole almost knocked me off my feet…hey your bleeding” , you touch his arm softly urging him to stand. He flinches at the contact at first, but then relaxes when he realises that you don’t want to hurt him, instead fetching tissues from your tiny bag to give to him.

“i know...they always do this” he speaks low as he wipes the blood from his nose. “Thank you for helping me...”

“that’s okay sweetie but your cut needs care. Come with me, my dorm is only right there please let me clean you up,” you point at your apartment block.

His eyes dart towards the dorms, then back to you, a look of uncertainty crossing his face. “I...I don't know...” He bites his lip clearly torn. “I don't want to trouble you..”

“you’d only trouble me by not letting me help you, if you don’t i’ll be up all night worrying, come on honey”, you take his hand softly and he feels a pang against his heart at the unfamiliar feeling of care that your showing him.

His cheeks turn a faint shade of pink at the contact, his first time holding hands with a girl. “y/n...thank you” He takes a deep breath, letting you lead him towards the dormitories. “Thank you......I owe you so much”

“nonsense, come inside with me honey i'll look after you, i hate those assholes so much…” you enter your keycard pin and begin walking up the stairs with him trailing behind you. Your skirt reveals the back of your soft thighs like this and he looks away respectfully, the last thing he would want you to think is that he’s a pervert. He almost let’s out a breath of relief when you reach your floor.

He follows you into the dormitory, casting furtive glances around him as if expecting someone to jump out and yell at him until you softly take his hand again leading him further than the front door. Your apartment smells good, like vanilla and women’s perfume, he places it as your perfume that he was familiar with from math class, the little pink bottle you would leave on your desk every lesson.

“i don't know what I'd do without you right now...” His voice is barely a whisper, filled with a gratitude that borders on worship.

His praise does something to you and you begin to wonder if niragi has ever even had a girl be nice let alone touch him before. “it's okay i'm gonna clean you up, you can stay here as long as you need too i’ll make dinner afterwards i’d love for you to at least eat with me tonight”

His eyes light up at the offer, a hopeful smile playing on his lips. “Really? l'd like that. Thank you...” He murmurs, turning to face you with an expression of pure adoration.

“come with me… sit-” you point at your bed as you disappear into the bathroom to retrieve a first aid kit. He nods, his eyes fixed on you as you exit the room, a soft "okay" escaping his lips. Once you've left he cautiously approaches the bed, perching on the edge and taking in his surroundings.

Your room was a reflection of you, pink and cutesy with an edge of passion. The bed was adorned with pink covers and a matching fluffy blanket on the end, but as he looked around the rest of your room he noticed other things- stuff you were interested in. Posters, collectors stuff, even funko pops and books. This causes him to smile to himself, who would’ve thought one of the most popular girls he knew was so into her niche interests, it reminded him of his own room.

You return from the bathroom holding the first aid kit and niragi shifts nervously, he knew you would have to touch him. “it’s okay i’ll be gentle…”, however you then do the last thing niragi expects as you plant yourself down on his lap. Digging through the box to retrieve sterilising wipes the affect you have on niragi at the current moment goes unnoticed, his face flushed with shy surprise as he struggles to think of something to say.

“okay just be still for me…” you wipe the drying blood from his nose “good boy”. His breathing hitches at your words and touch, the warmth of your other hand cupping against his face making him blush even deeper. He bites his lip nervously trying to slow his breathing, trying not to move as you tend to his wound.

“that's it your doing so good for me, now let me just grab…” the rest of what your saying as you dig through the box is now lost on niragi, your choice of words sending blood pumping in places he wanted to keep under control while you were on his lap.

He watches you intently, taking in the gentleness and care that you are giving him in order to try and control his situation. Singing softly as you rub an ointment on his cut, a soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips, a rare show of happiness from the shy and timid boy. You lock eyes with him and smile in return when you notice, “you have a cute smile you know.”

His eyes widen at your words, his smile faltering for a moment before a deeper, more genuine one replaces it. He blushes a vibrant pink, ducking his head in embarrassment. “I-I.th-thank you...” His voice is soft, barely above a whisper as he stutters. “-no one's ever…”

“complimented you before?” you frown slightly while screwing the cap back on the ointment and putting it back in the box. He shakes his head, looking down at his hands in his lap. The blush on his cheeks deepens, if possible. “…no, no one's ever said anything like that to me before. It’s nice…” His voice is small, barely audible and you put the first aid kit on the bed next to you before placing your hands on his face to make him look up at you “well i notice”

A soft gasp slips from his lips as he feels your hands on his face, heating under your touch. “you do?”

“yep, i think your really cute actually” i move a strand of hair from his face “you don't try too hard- not like those other guys at school, i like that in a guy”, niragi can't believe the sudden outpouring of your words, it’s too good to be true. In his eyes you were a princess, but he knew all too well guys like him never got girls like you.

“yeah, why what do you think? that i like assholes like those guys from school?” Niragi shakes his head firmly, “N-no! Not at all! I-I mean, I know they're popular and all, but...” He swallows hard, his voice dropping to a whisper, “they're mean and arrogant”

“yeah exactly, and your sweet and so smart. I still remember when mrs park told you to tutor me” He nods, a smile lighting up his features at the memory. His grip on your arms relaxes as he recalls her praise. “Yeah, i remember too...you were struggling with calculus.” A blush creeps up his cheeks again.

“and i still do,” you let out a giggle “but the point is you always helped me and was so nice, you never got snappy when i kept getting questions wrong. You were patient with me and never made me feel bad or dumb about it”

His eyes sparkle at the praise and he chuckles softly, shaking his head. “no, I could never get angry at you and anyways I enjoyed helping you, seeing the smile on your face when you finally understand something...” he goes quite in fear of proffessing his love for you, “mmh and i only understood because of you” you smile at the boy once more.

The smile on his face grows wider, his chest puffing up slightly with pride. “really?” He blushes again, looking down at the floor.

“mhm and i never got to properly thank you” you lift his head slightly to make eye contact with him, his eyes meet yours and he gazes at you, his heart thudding in his chest. He gulps, his hand reaching up to gently brush some hair out of your face, the gesture sweet like him. “Y-you don't have to thank me, l enjoyed it...”

“i still want to, can i kiss you niragi?” His eyes widen in shock, and the butterflies in his body start rapidly going wild, “you? want to kiss,me?…yes...I-I mean, if you want to..” you laugh at his awkwardness, “ i wouldn't ask if i didn't want to”

His face turns even redder if possible as you lean closer to him. His hands instinctively move to your waist, pulling you as close as he dare before your lips meet each others. The kiss is soft and slow, so sweet it could put a jar of candy to shame. His eyes fluttering shut as he melts into your touch. His hands grips your waist, pulling you even closer as he returns the kiss, his lips soft and tentative. As the kiss deepens, he makes a small needy noise that goes straight to your core, making you involuntarily buck your hips into his as you makeout.

Feeling your hips buck against his, a small moan escapes niragi’s lips as he grinds back against you without thinking. His mind is in a haze as he focuses on the feeling of your lips and core on his. Until you break the kiss panting.

“baby your hard”, his eyes snap open staring at you in surprise as you break the kiss. He looks down and realizes his hard on is pressing against your thigh. He stammers apologies and blushes profusely, “fuck…i’m sorry i’m-” he tries to lift you so he can cover his erection but you push him back down and kiss him again, sitting closer on his lap now covering his erection with your heat.

A small smile forms on his lips as you heatedly makeout. When he was being beaten did he die and go to heaven? Suguru can’t believe his luck.Your warmth covering his hard on sends a shiver down his spine, and he bites back a moan.

“we don't have to do anything you don't want to, i know it’s your first time, but if you do want to then just tell me okay don’t be shy” you kiss his neck softly.

He feels embarrassment at your remark about knowing he was a virgin, but it quickly passes as you begin to suck on his neck leaving a mark. One of the most desired girls in the school was sitting on loser suguru niragi’s cock, marking his neck. In that moment he knew he was winning, “y/n i want you”.

“are you sure?” you pull away for a moment just to be positive that Niragi was ready. He nods, his face slightly flushed as he looks at you with a mix of desire and a little bit of nervousness. “, please y/n”

you let him kiss you for a little while more before pulling away “,ok what do you want baby?

He pulls back from the kiss, his chest heaving as he looks up at you with a shy but intense gaze. “I-I want….” He swallows hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want to feel your hands on me. all over me...”

“That can be done,” i give him feathery kisses all over his face “,can i take off your clothes?”

He nods slowly, biting his lip as he reaches up to start unbuttoning his shirt, his hands shaking slightly. “s'okay let me,” i kiss him on the lips gently and take control of undoing his buttons as i move his shaky hands out of the way “,need you to relax for me niragi”

He takes a deep breath as you take control undressing him, “will taking off mine aswel make you feel better?” His eyes light up at the suggestion and he nods eagerly. “Y-yes, please...” He helps you take off your clothes, his hands trembling in anticipation slightly as he watches you pull your shirt off. He feels his breath catch in his throat, “you are so beautiful..”

He reaches up to caress your cheek, “May... may I touch you as well?” you feel yourself get wet at this, compared to other guys you’ve been with niragi was giving you good signs that he cared for your consent and pleasure aswel as much as his own. “of course you can touch me ragi”. He smiles at the nickname and hesitates for a moment before closing the distance between you, his hand tentatively reaching out to touch your skin.. He explores your body with gentle fingers, tracing the outline of your waist and the curve of your breasts. “You're so warm... and soft..”

you giggle at this “,you like that?” He blushes at your laugh,his eyes sparkling with a mix of shyness and delight. Niragi would remember this as the best day of his life, the events that transpired to him even being here in your apartment now long forgotten.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your neck and collarbones as he continues to explore your body, his touch growing bolder but still gentle. “that’s it baby keep touching me” you grind over his budge slightly, his trousers and your skirt still on.

He moans softly, his hands roaming over your body with increased urgency. “y/n..want you,” His trousers strain against his growing arousal, the fabric a thin barrier between you until you stand up abruptly riding yourself of your skirt and he takes the initiative to remove his trousers aswel.

when you make your way back over to him he is staring at your now exposed thighs and pink g string thong. “do you like my panties niragi? you wiggle in his lap to show them off and his cheeks flush a deep pink at the sight, his mouth falling open slightly. “Y-yes... They're very pretty...” He stammers, his hands gripping onto your hips a little tighter. “wanna touch them?,” he nods and reaches out to gently brush his fingertips against the fabric and you moan as his fingertips graze against your clothed clit.

His eyes widen in surprise at the sound of your moan, his movements becoming more confident as he rubs his fingers against you. “does that... does that feel good?”

“it’s perfect, keep touching me there ragi just like that in circles, mhhh that's it” you roll your hips over his fingers. They move in small, gentle circles over your clit, his thumb rubbing in soft, figure-eight patterns. He watches transfixed as your face contorts with pleasure,

“like that pretty boy your doing so good,” you sigh with pleasure and his face lights up with a soft smile at your words, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“You feel amazing...” this causes you to almost scoff with a slight bemused smirk “,you haven't even felt me yet”. A curious expression crosses his face, his cheeks flushed. He hesitates for a moment betore slipping his fingers under your panties and fingering you gently. You bite your lip with a spark of pleasure at the misunderstanding “oh fuck! niragi-“ He gasps softly as he discovers your arousal. “You're so wet...” His touch becomes more deliberate, pumping two fingers in and out of you at a steady pace. “S-so tight... is this okay?,” you almost ignore him as you barely manage to nod in reply with your head thrown back in white hot pleasure. His ego swells at your response, and he starts to move his fingers faster.

“You're making me so hard..,” he murmurs in awe. This causes you to snap back down before you cum, “can i fuck you are you ready now?” you make eye contact with him as you ask and notice how his widen at the sudden boldness of your words, a mix of shock and arousal flashing across his face but he nods eagerly. Pulling off his pants, revealing his hard and throbbing cock, his cheeks flush with embarrassment as he struggles to find the right words. “You can fuck me now... please…”

“fuck that's hot,” you push him back on the bed by his chest. He lands on the bed with a soft thud, his heart racing at your dominant gesture. He lies there, legs spread open, his cock twitching with anticipation.

“what position do you want?,” He swallows hard, his mind racing with possibilities. “Umm.… w-would you... f-fit on top?,” his face flushes at the thought of you straddling him, your hips moving against his. “is that what you imagine when you touch yourself?”

He looks away too embarrassed to meet your gaze as he answers “yes, ma'am... I... I've always imagined you like that... and sometimes I imagine you tying me up and... doing things to me...”

“your such a little whore” i degrade him but arousal practically drips down my legs at the lewd confession, His stammering voice is now a breathless whimper “fuck... I-I'm not” , his objections are cut off by the sight of you touching yourself above him. “no? then why did you let me take you home hmm? you wanted me to fuck you senseless didn't you, little dirty slut” i tease him while playing with my tits. He can't even form a coherent response anymore, loosing self control completely as he grabs your hips and thrusts into you, immediately bottoming out.

He cries out, his back arching off the bed at the feeling and you cry out in shock, “fuck niragi! you fucking slut i didn’t tell you to-”

Your cut off as he begins impaling you on his cock, the sudden intensity overwhelming both of your senses. “Ah! y/n... s-so deep-...” His eyes fly open when a hand wraps around his neck, pupils dilated with pleasure as he looks up at you, your weight pressing him into the mattress.

“what's a quiete little nerd like you doing walking around with such a monster cock for hmm?” you begin to move your hips taking back control. His breath hitches as you move, the combination of friction and praise making him even harder. “mhh other girls would be lucky to bounce on dick like this, and it's all mine” you gyrate your hips perfectly causing him to whimper.

His eyes roll back, lost in the ecstasy of your movements as he whimpers and moans. “Y-yes, ma'am... a-all yours…..” He wraps his arms around your waist, holding on for dear life as you ride him with expert precision, his body trembling with each thrust.

“do i fuck good baby? better than you imagined?” , He nods frantically, tears of pleasure welling up in his eyes. “Y-yes, ma'am... b-better than I ever imagined….” He gasps as you slam down onto him, his cock throbbing inside of you. “S-so good!”

He gasps as you continue to move on top of him, his body quivering with pleasure and so close to release, “lucky i'm even touching you” you throw your head back with your harsh words, and his eyes follow the movement, a mix of awe and adoration in his gaze despite the things you say to him.

“Y-yes, ma'am... I'm grateful for every moment you give me...” He thrusts his hips upwards, increasing the contact between the both of you. “mmh that's it niragi fuck me!” His eyes roll back, a look of ecstasy on his face as he listens to your demand.

“yes ma'am... I'll fuck you... I'll make you cum on my cock...” He starts to move beneath you with increased urgency, his hips thrusting upwards to meet your downward strokes.

“that's it take control ragi, fuck me!” His cock twitches with excitement at the use of his nickname and the sudden switch in dominance. He reaches around to grab your hips, helping you move faster on top of him. “Fuck, you're so tight and wet...” “destroy this pussy niragi don't stop!” your crying now as his hips begin to buck wildly, his cock plunging deeper into you. “won't stop until you scream my name and cum all over me...”

“fuck me from behind i want vou as deep as possible can you do that?” He nods quickly pulling out from under you and helps you get on all fours before positioning himself back inside you, thrusting deeply. He grips your hips tightly, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he pounds into you from behind. “Yes... I can feel how much you like it... so fucking tight and wet…I'm going to make you cum so hard y/n!”

“splitting me open ragi... so deep” you whimper, he can't get enough of seeing you in this new submissive light, and it only urges him on as he plunges his cock deeper into you. “That's right... you're practically begging me to split you open, aren't you?”

“shit shit shit, keep talking to me like that”, i reach down and play with my clit and he pounds me from behind. He leans over to whisper in your ear as he continues to pound into you, his breath hot against your skin.

He chuckles softly, clearly enjoying your embarrassment as much as your pleasure. “Shhh, it's okay princess... I'll keep your dirty little secret...i never imagined you were this much of a whore y/n” suddenly he spits between your bodies for more lube and quickens his pace brutally “FUCK NIRAGI!”

He grins wickedly at your outburst, “That's right, scream for me... let everyone know who's fucking you senseless” He groans in pleasure as you tighten around him, his own release fast approaching. “Fuck... I'm so close come for me, little slut... show me how much you love being fucked like this...”

withought much more persuading you cum all over niragi's cock, so hard that it makes a mess everywhere and milks him of his own orgasm. He watches in awe as you cum, your juices squirting all over his cock and dripping down his balls. He grunts, his own orgasm rippling through him. He collapses beside you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath.

“That….. was incredible…. I've never felt anything like that before...” He glances at you shyly, a faint blush returning on his cheeks. “Did I do okay? I mean... was it good for you?”

“more than good-fuck..” you can barely catch your breath. He smiles shyly, a sense of pride filling him as he hears your words. “I'm glad...”

He leans over and places a gentle kiss on your lips, his fingers tracing patterns on your stomach. “We should probably clean up...”

“it's okay don’t rush i'm not gonna kick you out” you chuckle and he laughs too, a warm and genuine sound that fills the room. “Thank you...” He kisses you once more before getting up and grabbing some tissues, helping you clean up before using them himself “Maybe we can do this again sometime...”

“of course, iv never had a fuck like that before if you think you can just live your life normally after that one your wrong niragi ” He chuckles. a hint of nervousness still in his voice. “I-I'll keep that in mind...” He looks at you sheepishly before leaning in for another kiss, one you return softly with a smile.

“i know i can get a little mean in the bedroom but i did it for you, i knew you was capable of taking controll of me. Stop letting those pricks be so horrible to you niragi, start standing up for yourself okay?” you kiss him tenderly again

He nods, his eyes sparkling with gratitude and affection. “I'll try...” He kisses you back, his hands resting on your hips as he pulls you closer. “You make me feel... invincible.”

“i'm glad” you straddle him once more and pepper feather light kisses all over his face.

He melts under your kisses, his eyes fluttering closed as he savors the gentle touch. “Mmm, that feels nice...” His hands slide up your back, gently caressing your skin as he returns your affection, his lips tracing soft kisses along your jawline.

“do you want to stay the night?” you walk over to the bathroom turning on the shower.

He nods eagerly, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “yes!,” He stands up and walks towards the bathroom, watching as you turn on the shower.

A mischievous grin spreads across his face. you raise an enquisitive eyebrow at his expression and pull the bathroom door shut with both of you inside.

A/N: OK THIS WAS MY FIRST EVER SMUT ATTEMPT HOW DID I DO🌚

#alice in borderland #niragi suguru #suguru niragi #aib niragi #aliceinborderlandsmut #preborderlandsniragi #dori sakurada #niragismut #niragi smut #chishiya shuntaro #aib chishiya #arisu ryohei #aib #chishiyaheadcannons

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' MISS CONNECTIONS ! - Niragi Suguru

ft. sub yandere! Niragi Suguru x f! insecure! reader

synopsis : You have seen him talking with another girl, so unsuspected and he's so chill with her. You saw this scenario not only once but twice. Now he's banging on your door.

tags & tw/cw: Slight OOC, angst.

❝A rib cage breaks in many ways... I'm told the best way to do it is take the heart out, is take the heart out...❞ — Miss Connections by The Keystones

It was her.

"Bunny," he called out, a name that used to send shivers down your spine, now dripping with a sickening sweetness.

The crowd blurred, a sea of faces except for one. There he was, the black hair a beacon. But it wasn't him that stole the air from your lungs.

His smile, the one that used to be yours, was plastered on her face too. It felt like a theft, a violation. As her smile mirrored his, a crack formed in your heart, widening with each passing second. The warmth you'd built around your emotions crumbled, replaced by a hollowness that echoed in your chest.

Tears pricked your eyes, blurring the scene further. You wished, with a desperation you hadn't felt in years, that he could see the wreckage he'd caused. The love you'd poured into him, now a shattered reflection staring back.

A ghost of a smile played on your lips, a bitter parody of amusement. You didn't need to stay here, a spectator in your own heartbreak. With a final, resolute turn, you walked away, leaving the shattered pieces behind.

"Hey babe," he chirped, pushing open the door. His adoring gaze swept the room before landing on you. Your back was turned, but he didn't miss the way you stiffened at his arrival. His grin, wide and boyish, seemed at odds with the way he swayed towards you, arms outstretched. Despite it, they landed softly on your hips, pulling you closer.

You remained unresponsive, a statue in his embrace.

"Just wait," he murmured, nuzzling his chin against your shoulder and squeezing tighter. "There's another game we can play, right? You and me? What do you say?"

"Sure," you replied, your voice flat. "I'll play."

Niragi, usually oblivious, caught the undercurrent in your tone. Maybe it wasn't your best day. He forced a smile, trying to inject some lightness into the air, even if it clashed with his usual bravado.

"Perfect! How about we head to my room?"

Silence stretched, thick and heavy. Finally, you spoke.

"No. Actually, I don't think I'm in the mood."

His eyebrows shot up. "Hey, what's wrong?"

A humorless chuckle escaped your lips. It sputtered out before fully forming, like a deflated balloon. Though you remained, the lightness had vanished from your laughter.

"Just not feeling it, Niragi," you sighed. "Honestly, sleep sounds amazing right now."

The clink of metal echoed as you dropped your utensils, the clatter a stark contrast to the quiet simmering on the stove. You turned and walked away, leaving Niragi rooted to the spot, his hand reaching out as if to grab your arm, then retracting just as quickly.

"Okay then," he mumbled as you reached the doorway. "Sweet dreams, babe."

The door shut with a soft click, your reply lost in the silence.

That's how things had been. Maybe a little childish, you thought. But the tone of his voice, laced with a vulnerability that resurfaces ever since you two admit each to one's feelings, sent your mind spiraling. A flicker, a spark – not broken, but…dented.

Liar. The word echoed in the empty space where your laughter once resided.

You love him more than you can handle. It's a suffocating weight, this affection, a burden your heart wasn't built to carry.

Love, in its purest form, terrifies you.

A tear welled at the corner of your eye, threatening to spill. But not this time. No, please, not today. Not when you're already teetering on the edge. Sleep, blessed sleep, became your only solace, a refuge from the storm brewing within.

Then came the next day. And with it, the sight that ripped the fragile peace you'd cobbled together. There he was, again, with her.

Why? What twisted game was this?

Jealousy, ever the venomous serpent, coiled itself around you, its icy grip climbing from your toes to your very core. It squeezed, injecting its poison into your veins, turning your thoughts to ash. Your fingers clenched, knuckles white. The world blurred with a haze of hurt and anger.

But then, a flicker of something else. A ghost of a smile played on your lips, your eyes drooping half-closed. The raw shock morphed into a mask of weary acceptance.

"Maybe..." you whispered, voice barely audible, "maybe they are better suited..." You squeezed your eyes shut, a strangled sob catching in your throat. "I can't compete with that..."

Defeated, you turned to leave, each step heavy with the weight of unspoken hurt. But just as you were about to slip back into the shadows, a hand clamped down on your arm, halting your retreat.

"What were you mumbling about, babe?" Niragi asked, his voice laced with concern.

You turned your head slowly, meeting his gaze with a wary caution. A flicker of movement behind him caught your eye – the woman he'd been with, now engrossed in conversation with someone else. His eyes, however, held a different story, a story you could almost decipher from the worry etched within them. He must've caught a word or two of your whispered defeat.

A smile, fragile and uncertain, touched your lips. In those depths you saw reflected the memories you shared, the very foundation of your love for him. And you knew, with a pang of truth, that his love for you brimmed over, a constant overflowing cup. Yet, even a cup overflowing with red wine can be refilled. He was the one who'd take his last breath for you, you knew that.

So why this sudden doubt, this crippling fear? Because love, you understood with a bitter clarity, was a fickle thing. And you, you were weak. You couldn't hold out forever, no matter how much it tore you apart.

Even for him?

But wasn't this for him, too? This agonizing self-preservation? A selfish act, a mantra echoing in your head – selfish, selfish, selfish. But what other choice did you have? Did you..?

"Are you okay?" Niragi's voice, laced with genuine concern, snapped you back to the present. You looked at him, the weight of your unspoken turmoil a heavy burden in your chest.

Your eyes snapped open, the daze momentarily forgotten. You forced a closed-eye smile, hoping it masked the turmoil within.

"Hey! Didn't see you there. What's up?"

Niragi wasn't fooled. Something was terribly wrong. "Y/n," he pressed, his voice firm. "Talk to me. There's something bothering you..."

You let out a shaky breath, a sliver of your exhaustion finally reaching the surface. Your eyelids fluttered shut, revealing the dark circles beneath. "Just...tired, Niragi. All these games are catching up, I guess."

You started to walk away, seeking solace in the quiet corners of the room. But Niragi's hand clamped onto your arm before you could disappear.

"Let me help," he pleaded. "Babe, I hate seeing you like this. I want to fix it."

A sigh escaped your lips, heavy with unspoken words. "Maybe later, Niragi. I just need some space."

You retreated once more, leaving him standing there with a furrow in his brow.

How many times? How many walls had you built, only to have him break them down with his unwavering concern? It had happened just yesterday, hadn't it? And the week before that? A month?

Now here he was, practically begging on the doorstep. Knees scraping against the floor, knuckles rapping a frantic rhythm against the wood.

"Y/n, please..." his voice choked with emotion. "Tell me what I did wrong. Tell me, so I can hold you again. I just want things to go back to how they were..."

An hour had passed, measured by the deepening purple of his knees and the puffy red of his eyes. Yet, he persisted. You, in a way, had molded him into this new Niragi. A man in control, seeking validation through love, not violence. Rid of the bloodlust, the madness, the insecurity. You'd sculpted him into something better.

Perhaps that's why he hadn't just barged in yet. But the raw desperation in his voice hinted at the calamity simmering just beneath the surface, barely contained.

The weight of his debt was heavy – his life, his future, all tethered to her. But if this was the end, then so be it. He'd unleash the monster he kept caged, just to keep her by his side.

Yet, a question gnawed at him, a relentless echo in his mind. Why? Why was this happening?

Just then, the click of the lock sent a jolt of hope through him. He lifted his chin, a desperate plea mirrored in his puppy-dog eyes that twisted something in your gut. He sank to the floor, clinging to your leg.

"Please," he rasped, the word a desperate plea through hiccups. "Please, just tell me what's wrong..."

"Come inside, Niragi," you sighed, leading him into the room.

You settled on the bed, the air thick with unspoken tension. Niragi remained standing, a storm brewing in his unstable gaze. He craved answers, and he craved them now, even if it meant forcing them from your clenched fists. Even if it meant laying waste to everyone around him for your sake.

"So?" he finally barked, his voice tight.

Silence stretched between you, your eyes refusing to meet his. He searched your face, desperate for any explanation.

A groan escaped your lips as you buried your face in your hands. "It's me, Niragi," you confessed, a wave of misery washing over you. "I'm not strong enough for this."

"No, you're not weak!" His laugh, a harsh, hollow sound, sent shivers down your spine. Unhinged, desperate, teetering on the edge. "You're the strongest person I know, stronger than me even!"

"That's not what I meant," you clarified, your voice barely a whisper.

His gaze locked onto yours, a frantic plea replacing the desperation. Like a cracked glass, he seemed to hold onto the last vestiges of control, preventing the torrent of emotions from spilling over.

"I don't think I can do this anymore," you whispered, the words heavy with defeat.

"What?" The single word broke free, laced with disbelief.

"Find someone else, Niragi," you choked out, tears stinging your eyes. "I don't deserve you."

A tremor ran through him, a crack splitting wide within. The dam holding back the monster was on the verge of breaking.

"Wait!" he cried, scrambling to his knees before you. He cupped your face in his trembling hands, his grip gentle yet firm. "Why? What happened? I...I don't understand! Y/N, please, please, tell me..."

The dam within you finally broke. Your lips quivered, and a tremor ran through your body as the raw vulnerability of his touch cracked the carefully constructed facade. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your hands limp in his grasp.

"I...I got jealous," you confessed, the words choked out on a sob.

Niragi, overwhelmed with his own emotional turmoil, could only listen intently, his hold tightening slightly with every shaky word you spoke.

"I know you didn't mean anything by it," you continued, voice thick with despair, "but it hurt so much, Niragi. So, so much. I felt like I couldn't take it anymore. I'm such a terrible girlfriend..."

"No! It was me!" he roared, desperate to absolve you of any blame. "There's nothing to apologize for! I'm the one who glanced over, like an idiot! It wasn't anything, I swear! I'm so sorry, Y/n, so sorry! I'll never do it again, I promise! You're the only one I see, my love, the only one I'LL EVER SEE!"

You shook your head, the memory of that single glance, a mere hairline crack in your relationship, amplifying into a gaping chasm in your own mind. This was your weakness, your flaw, laid bare.

After the torrent of emotions, an exhausted silence descended. You took a shuddering breath, a tired smile flickering on your lips.

"No, Niragi," you said softly, your voice drained. "Don't you see? Can't you see how weak I am? How flawed?"

"No, they're not flaws! They're not!" he cried, his voice thick with choked sobs as he cupped your cheeks. "They're not... how can I make you understand that?"

You shook your head again, the movement barely there. "There's no need to explain anymore, Niragi. I won't listen. It's...irritating, isn't it?" you whispered, your voice barely audible over his sobs and the muffled thumps of his fist hitting the bed beside your leg. "I'm not trying to blame you...it's just the way things are. Can't we accept it? Fate practically screaming at us. Let's not try to ruin it all."

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT FATE!" he roared, his voice raw with desperation. "I don't care about anything at all! I ONLY WANT YOU, Y/N! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GIVE YOURSELF TO ME?"

His words hung heavy in the air, a desperate plea laced with a terrifying undercurrent. He was at the end of his rope, teetering on the edge, willing to become the monster he held at bay, all for a chance to keep you.

At this point, his hair stuck to his face in damp strands. His sobs had slowed to ragged hitches, his eyes red and puffy. He hiccuped, clinging to you like a lost child. And amidst the wreckage, your heart, if it even existed anymore, shattered into a million pieces.

You'd questioned its existence for a while now. Was there even a flicker of sympathy left within you, for him or yourself? You'd cried yourself dry days ago, the tears a testament to your own pathetic state.

"I don't know how to fix this, Niragi," you whispered, the words a hollow echo in the room. "I wish I did."

"I would never," he hiccuped, wiping his face with a wet sleeve. He slumped down, laying his cheek on your lap like a defeated puppy. "I would never do it again, Y/n. Put me on a leash, tie me to a chair, lock me in a dungeon with starving dogs – losing you would be the death of me."

His voice dropped to a near whisper, his eyes losing their spark. "Don't...don't make me a grave."

Your lips quivered. Maybe you were the monster. Not the monstrous being Niragi conjured in his mind, but perhaps the architect of this pain. Maybe you were the one inflicting the hurt. And the thought of it repeating… you tilted your head down. It would repeat, wouldn't it?

"Niragi, it hurts so much," you choked out, the words thick with despair. "Why does it have to be this way?"

"Y-You're asking me?" he offered, a ghost of a smile flickering through his hiccups, only to melt back into a frown.

You cupped his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze. "Cuddle with me?"

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