#suguru niragi scenarios

[syntheticfoxfire]

Tremors | Niragi Suguru | [A, F]

Summary: Between your unspoken worries and Niragi proudly showing you the game he's been working on, something goes wrong and it's a mess. [real world au] Word count: 5.7k Warnings: mentions of abusive relationship, implied smut

The train shakes and you sway from side to side in your seat. It’s a nice day, the sun is shining and the breeze is gentle on the skin. Everyone has to be enjoying it somewhere outside because the train is almost empty. It’s a rare and welcomed occurrence. 

You look out the window, barely able to stay still and control your bubbling excitement. You watch the building and trees pass by in a blur of movement. You watch the clouds, try to count the white cars, anything to keep your mind from wandering and imagining. It’s useless really. The only thing on your mind is him.

If you’re honest, it’s a little embarrassing that you’re like this. You’re not a highschooler anymore, and this isn’t a stupid crush. Your relationship is long established, long enough that you’d think the bubbly and nervous feelings one associates with new love would long since disappear, but that’s not the case. Maybe you’d be a little more accepting of the childish rush of joy in different circumstances, but as it stands it’s only been a week since you’ve seen Niragi. A week. And you have chosen to take some time for yourself. So there’s really no reason you should be feeling like a child about to go to Disneyland.

But there’s more to it, isn’t it? You sigh and lean your forehead against the cool glass. Feeling like a bubbling pot that got its lid taken off, you deflate in your seat, pondering.

Niragi’s been stressing over work again and he’s insufferable when he’s stressed. Not always, but usually. Sometimes it’s quite nice. He gets more dominant. And hungry. Always so hungry for you and your body. Fucking like rabbits is about the only thing that calms him. And you’re not complaining. If only that was it.

Other times, like now, he’s… well, not the same. 

He gets more dominant as well, but in a different way. It’s almost controlling. And loud. All he does is yell and you can’t seem to do anything right. He’s a perfectionist. And whenever he’s stressed, nothing could ever meet his standards. He has a bad temper, you know that about him. You’ve always known. He doesn’t do too good of a job hiding it - if he’s even trying at all. 

The point is, in times like this he’s actually scary. 

He’s never hurt you but you’re not sure he wouldn’t ever do it.

Not on purpose. You don’t think he’d ever get violent with you like that. However, you can imagine it happening by accident. You’d say or do something wrong, or maybe just be at the wrong place at the wrong time when his frustration is at its highest and bam, your body would hurt and he’d look at you like he doesn’t recognize you. You can almost feel the sting of your cheek, your fingers touching the tender skin. He’d just stand there with a shocked expression, and he’d be shaking. Would he try to approach you? Would he apologize? Cry? Double down?

You can’t be sure, but just the reality of you being able to imagine the scene so vividly in your mind scares you. It’s not right, you know that. But he can be so sweet. He is sweet. He needs you and you need him. Maybe once you’re not so young and wild it’ll get better - then again, the clock is ticking.

Your phone buzzes and despite your gloomy thoughts you smile when you see it’s a message from Niragi. And then another one. He always gets so clingy when you’re not around. Apparently something came up so he won’t be able to make it to the station to pick you up. And he tells you to hurry. To go straight home. To text him when you get off the train. And to text or call him if you even think anyone is being creepy. You roll your eyes.

Niragi has a habit of being way too possessive and protective. Not that you mind, not really. Your social circle is tiny anyway, and more than anything you want your friends to be his friends too. It’s challenging, but you make it work. You’re more of a homebody too, and if Niragi suggests it and you do go party in a club, you’re more than happy to stay by his side.

And he likes it. He’s always walking around carrying himself like he owns the place, as long as he has his arm tightly wrapped around your waist. You must admit that it feels good to you too. It’s hard to feel wanted in this world. Niragi makes you feel that way.

That being said, it has its drawbacks. Should you get separated, things tend to get messy. For some reason he always acts a little off after he finds you. He drapes himself over you, he won’t let you go anywhere alone. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he needs to reassure himself somehow by clinging to you. Like needs. But that doesn’t make any sense, does it.

And if someone touches you, it’s over for them. Niragi always miraculously finds out and makes sure the person in question knows they’ve fucked up. It usually ends up either with you dragging Niragi away by force or the two of you getting kicked out after he started a fight. More often the latter. He’s really scary when he’s angry.

But so sweet when he isn’t.

As soon as the train stops at the station, you get off and text Niragi as he told you to do.

If you get here within thirty minutes, I’ll show you what I’m working on.

He always knows how to shift your mind to what you love about him. You’re out of the station and hurrying through the streets towards your second home right away. There are so many memories hidden behind each corner. The cafe you frequently visit and have Niragi tease you about the drinks you pick. The park where you so often walk and enjoy the sunshine during the summer and his eyes linger on you just for a second longer when you smile at him.

It’s so easy to forget all the bad times. The red flags.

You skip down the streets and smile at strangers you pass. Might as well spread the good mood in some way. 

Few minutes later, you’re unlocking the door to the apartment building and running up the stairs. Another minute later you finally unlock the front door and step into the apartment. It smells like home here, more than in your actual home. You take off your shoes and turn to lock the door. Before you get to finish the task, however, you’re pushed against the door and there’s a firm, warm body on yours. His hands are already wrapped around your waist and his lips press openmouthed kisses to your neck. You shiver, chuckling.

“I missed you too,” you sigh, finishing locking up. You turn in his hold and Niragi wastes no time melting his lips against yours, tongue invading your mouth as soon as he gets the chance. You moan into the kiss and feel him smirk. He takes his time kissing you like he needs to make sure you’re real. That you’re still his. Remind you of his claim over you. You let him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Finally he lets you breathe, but he doesn’t move away. He needs to breathe the same air you’re breathing, his forehead against yours. His eyes are dark but with a hint of softness. You raise a hand to his face, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb. He leans into your touch.

“We should really talk some more about you moving in,” he says. There’s a teasing lilt to his voice but you know better than to believe he doesn’t mean it. You know it’s something he’s wanted for a while and that he’s getting impatient. The only thing that’s keeping him from blowing up at you about it is, you guess, that you’re basically living here anyway.

“Missed me that much, huh?” you tease back, avoiding the conversation. You’re not in the mood and you know it would end in a fight. He knows too so he lets you off the hook. For now. You give him an hour at most, and in that time, you need to prepare yourself for whatever is about to come. Why are you so hesitant to move in anyway?

“You have no idea, baby,” he purrs and with one last kiss he pushes himself off you. You go unpack the few items you’ve brought with you. It’s true that you’re basically living here already. You have most of your stuff here, he let you - in a rare case of a compromise - reorganize the kitchen and bathroom so that the stuff you need is within your reach. The apartment already feels and for all purposes is your home. 

At the same time you like the freedom and opportunity to escape his bad moods that having your own place, albeit shared with roommates, provides. But then again, his apartment has privacy, and well, him. What’s worse - his moods or missing him? You wish you knew.

You finish unpacking and change into more comfortable clothes before stepping out of the room to look for your boyfriend. You yelp when he catches you from behind, licking a long stripe up your neck. You smack his arm playfully but give him a stern look.

“I told you I hate it when you scare me like that,” you pout though he can’t see it with his face buried in your neck.

“I just want you to be prepared. The game is pretty scary, you know,” he hums against your skin, sucking a mark just under your ear. You gasp, and for once it’s not because of his attention but from the implication in his words. You know that the project they’re working on right now in his job is just some fps shooter, nothing scary.

“So it’s the one you’ve been working on this whole time? The solo project?” you turn in his arms, cupping his face in excitement. He nods and bites his lip, watching you gush about how much you’re looking forward to seeing it, listening to your praises of his hard work and dedication. He shushes you with another kiss, this one slower but deeper. You smile. He only kisses you like that when you make him flustered. Or that’s what you call it anyway because it sounds better than admitting he kisses you because he doesn’t know how to cope with whatever he’s feeling. To admit you’re sure that a kiss is not the first thing that comes to his mind as a reaction. You’ve noticed the twitch of his eyes, the slight strain in his smile. 

It’s the same look he gives you before he beats a drunken guy that flirted with you.

Niragi isn’t very vocal about his feelings. He never talks about his feelings. Honestly, you think he isn’t really feeling them, pushing them all away until he blows up. You get it. Anger is safe. Anger doesn’t hurt him. But it isn’t very productive either.

He’s never told you much about his past, which is telling in and of itself, but from the scraps of information you’ve pieced together, you suppose you understand. 

Still his serious communication issues cause problems in your relationship sometimes. Understandably. Which makes it even more surprising that you can’t say that there’s ever been a time you haven’t felt loved. He makes sure you know it, proving it with his actions rather than words. Your friends might tease you for it but you know they’re also jealous. For all his imperfections, you can’t imagine someone would love you as much as he does.

And maybe that’s the problem.

He pulls away and you smile warmly at him. He warns you that it’s not done and that there are some bugs and stuff to be done but you assure him you don’t care. You know it’s going to be as perfect as it physically can be. With how critical he is of himself, he wouldn’t allow his work to be anything less than perfect. 

You study him as you walk through the apartment. He looks the way he always does, cool and unbothered but you see the little hints. He’s nervous. Of course he would be. You know how much time and effort he’s put into this alongside the projects for his work. Despite what most people think about him when they see him, Niragi is actually really smart. Like very fucking intelligent. It scares you sometimes - mostly because he’s also really childish and impulsive. Not the best combination.

“You sure you wanna see it? I thought you said you don’t like scary stuff,” he smirks. It makes you pause for a bit. This is the second time he warns you about it, something he never does. He hates having to repeat himself.

“Is it really that scary?” you ask, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. He cups your jaw and runs his thumb the flesh, almost daring you to bite him with his eyes. You don’t.

“Just a little bit,” he shrugs and it doesn’t make you feel better but you decide that this is really important to him so you’ll manage. He looks at you expectantly.

“Alright, show me then,” you nod at him and jump a little to look cuter. It must work because he smiles and shakes his head, his hand falling to the small of your back.

He leads the way to his home office. The blinds are closed. The room is dark, safe for the light from the screen. It’s clean, not a speck of dust to be seen, but messy with all kinds of cables and parts lying around. You remember he’s been talking about upgrading his computer for a while.

He sits down on his chair and you don’t need any encouragement to sit on his lap. One of his hands wrap around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. It feels good. Safe. Domestic even. You feel yourself relax despite the curiosity gnawing at your nerves. This position is familiar and your brain is flooded with another wave of memories. 

Why are you so on edge today?

His arm around you feels like home. The hours he’s spent holding you like this while you played a game on his lap, or watched him play, feel like liquid comfort. You could drown in it.

With his free hand Niragi controls the mouse, clicking away until the screen goes dark and the game starts. You jump a little when you hear music coming from the speakers. How did he do that? He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“One of the guys helped me,” he explains as you mouth a silent ‘how’. You nod, remembering that one of his coworkers was dabbling in music, sound effects and the like even in his free time. Your friends are his, his are yours. No matter how few of them there is.

He explains the controls to you, tells you what to do and not to do unless you want to crash the game but nothing more than that. You listen attentively and immediately try what he told you in gameplay. Sometimes you feel him tense behind you, clench his jaw or sigh when he notices a mistake or something he doesn’t like. You do your best to reassure him, commenting on things you like instead. Or turning your head to kiss him. Distraction works the best.

So far it seems like a pretty standard game. The main character is a university student. You can’t see much about them as it’s in the first person pov. They are on their way from school now. The music playing in the background started off nice and pleasant but gradually it just keeps getting more and more ominous, hitting a crescendo when colorful fireworks erupt in the pinkish afternoon sky.

“Huh? Isn’t it too early for fireworks?” you comment off-handedly, turning to look at Niragi who just bites your shoulder and nods for you to pay attention to what’s happening on the screen. You shake your head but listen, intrigued.

When you look back, the surroundings have changed. The streets are dark and abandoned. It’s quiet. You frown and feel Niragi kiss up your neck.

“It’s not scary yet,” he whispers into your ear helpfully. You trust him- 

You trust him. 

You trust him and walk around the city with your character in search for clues. You find nothing. You’re just about to ask your boyfriend for help when the building not far away lights up. You make a little confused sound but go to the destination. It says that a game will soon start there.

“So meta,” you tease, only to be bitten again. There’s more strength to it now. It comes as a surprise and it startles you. You hyperfocus on him.

“Just you wait,” he smirks. He’s getting excited, but you feel like he’s getting more nervous too. It’s worrying you a bit. There’s that spark in his eyes and in the way he speaks, but his hand on your waist holds you tightly. Almost too much. Thumb of his other hand is stroking across your tight. You decide to just go through with the game without analyzing his behavior too much. It still passes as normal.

So you go with what the game tells you to do. There are more characters now that you can interact with. You talk with them some, learning more about them but not the situation your character got stuck in, unfortunately. You praise him for his writing skills, and you swear he both preens at the praise and gets the rug pulled out from under his feet with it. Your heart aches a little. Why can’t he take a compliment?

Then the game in the game starts and all your thoughts are thrown out of the window.

It’s brutal. Try as you might, the characters around you all die in horrible ways. Sometimes by accident, sometimes because you don’t react fast enough. Either way it’s horrifying, not in the jumpscare-ish type of way, but something inside you just doesn’t take it well. Maybe you just feel for the characters too much, got too absorbed, whatever the reason might be, you’re shaking and your eyes are tearing up and then you can’t focus and your character dies out of nowhere and you jump back from the keyboard.

Niragi is there to catch you. One of his hands is still around your waist, the other one stroking through your hair now. He lets you turn to the side so you can bury your face in his neck. He kisses your forehead.

“I told you it was scary,” he scoffs. It’s hard to notice since he’s trying to hide it but you know him too well. He’s upset - angry. As always, it’s a puzzle what the anger means. He remains gentle though, caring. So your best guess is that something about your reaction has hurt him. Of course anger is the only reaction he knows to that. He won’t tell you what’s going on either. You know that if you asked, or worse pushed for him to answer, he’d explode on you.

Maybe he’d really hit you this time.

…Stop.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I’m such a coward,” you murmur, nuzzling closer to him, “But maybe I could just watch you play instead? I mean if there’s more.” 

He tenses again. You move so you can look at him. He looks confused and you give him a tight smile. 

“I mean, the idea is cool and I’m curious what other games there are but it’s too cruel for me to play,” you admit, “You know, I guess I’d rather die myself than let someone else die.” Finally he huffs a small laugh too. It’s the one that means he thinks you’re being stupid but you don’t mind. Whatever was troubling him seems to have receded at least slightly.

“You’re unbelievable,” he mocks but he leans closer and takes control of the character as the game where you died starts over.

You stay cuddled to him, watching and wincing as he goes through his own creation. His playstyle is the exact opposite of yours. He’s cold, merciless. If there’s an option to sacrifice someone, he does so without a moment of hesitation. If the task is to kill, he’s happy to bash somebody’s head in. 

Not just the character but Niragi himself. 

You watch him intently, perhaps more than you watch the screen. There’s a wide, pleased smirk on his face. He laughs every time he gets to kill someone in an especially painful or morbid way.

It’s genuine, that smile, that laughter. Bright and happy.

You feel your heartbeat speeding up and deep down you wonder if you really know who your boyfriend is. You understand it’s just a game, but the excitement in his eyes is too genuine. He’s really into it. If you’re honest, it worries you. Then again, maybe it’s just because of the thoughts you’ve had for the last couple weeks. You wonder if you’re only worried because now you can imagine him both beating you and having fun doing it. 

You shake your head a little. No. Your Niragi would never. 

Not on purpose anyway.

The room goes perfectly dark and you realize he switched off the computer. You straighten up and smile at him in the darkness. Now that his hands are free he wraps them around you again. You gladly accept the comfort. The reminder that he’s not a monster, that he’s warm and that he loves you.

“Was it that bad?” he asks. The excitement from the game lingers in his voice but you note the other thing in his voice. It’s like he’s testing you. He’s a good actor when he needs to be.

“It was great, actually,” you hum and loop your arms around his neck. You play with the loose strands of his hair. He hasn’t tied it today, you finally notice.

“That’s why you kept looking at me?” There’s a hint of irritation in his voice. You know you need to be careful now.

“Yeah, I told you it was scary. It does a great job of setting the mood and when you talk to the characters, I could really feel for them and it was just hard to watch them die,” you share your opinion, whining a little at the end, “And I’m curious about the storyline! I can root and relate to the main character so I think it’s really well done. I guess I’m just too soft for it.” You chuckle and see him roll his eyes even through the darkness. You sigh, leaning closer. He’s still a little worked up. His shoulders are tense and he holds you close instead of caressing you. You kiss along his jaw and he melts under you, his hands sliding down to your hips.

“Besides how am I supposed to focus with this handsome eye candy right in front of me,” you tease, sucking on his neck, “I really missed you.” 

He growls, grabbing your chin and slamming your mouths together. It’s good. He’s not angry. He wants you. You press yourself closer to him. You’re desperate to feel him, to have him. You just want your boyfriend, not the paranoid images your mind insists on creating.

“We’re not done here,” he says nonchalantly when he’s done kissing you breathless.

[…..]

He orders your favorite food for dinner and you laze on the couch together, waiting for it to arrive. You’re lying between his legs, back against his chest. He’s so warm even with the clothes separating you. You’re playing with his hands, intertwining your fingers, admiring how large his hands seem compared to yours. He allows it, relaxed and, dare you say, happy. 

You talk about things that happened since you’ve seen each other, he mostly talks about work and you about your own life and the shenanigans that your roommates got into. He listens, only ever interrupting to kiss down your neck or bite your earlobe. You feel playful enough to get revenge when it’s his turn to talk. You know Niragi loves the attention as much as the knowledge that you actually listen to him, making little noises to let him know you’re still focused on his words despite nibbling on his neck.

You’re happy and comfortable. This is how relationship should feel, and for a moment you forget about the intrusive thoughts that have been bothering you.

“What do you really think of the game?” he asks finally. Of course your bubble of serenity had to disappear eventually.

You should’ve known it was still on his mind.

You sigh, holding his hands on your stomach. You think for a moment before speaking. Somehow the atmosphere turned serious and heavy. It’s important to him, more than you thought. That much is clear. Only you don’t know why. You know you need to be careful, but honest. So you take your time choosing your words.

“I think… Well, trust me or not, I see the appeal. It might not be my cup of tea but I understand why some people enjoy games like this. Shit, let me play when I’m stressed and I will be into it like no one else,” you laugh and see him smirk at you, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. There’s a strange look in his eyes, almost cautious. It doesn’t look good on him. You’re not used to seeing him like that. 

“I mean, we all need to relieve our stress and frustration somehow. Sometimes people just feel like destroying something, hurting someone, killing someone,” you speak slowly, calmly, “Just… Just know that even if I don’t enjoy playing games like that, your game, it doesn’t mean it’s bad. And that you like it certainly doesn’t make you weird or anything. I don’t care. I’m just happy to see you happy. I love you, you know?” You smile, your little rant now over. You shift higher to kiss him gently. He returns the kiss, all remaining tension left his body.

“So what was your favorite mini-game? Was it live-or-die maze one?” he inquires, pulling you closer. You chuckle, more than anything glad to see him return to normal. And this question, you can answer.

You talk for hours. Laugh, kiss. He seems different. You can’t pinpoint how exactly, but you feel it’s not a bad change. You feel like you didn’t fuck up with your answer.

[…..]

It doesn’t take long for him to seduce you again once you’ve had dinner. Frankly, you’re surprised he waited that long. 

Sex with Niragi is always amazing. Even if he’s in a mood for a rough and long night, he takes care of you. And as always, tonight too you fall asleep in his arms, safely wrapped in his loving embrace.

What’s unusual, though, is that you don’t sleep peacefully.

Your mind is plagued by nightmares. Visions of people screaming in agony, running away. You can’t move, paralyzed with fear. You don’t see what they’re running away from until it’s too late.

Niragi.

But it’s not your Niragi. This version of him is different. He looks the same but there’s a cruel glint in his eyes. He swings a gun around like it weighs nothing. He shoots every single living thing around, laughing at the mayhem. You make the mistake of whispering his name. He looks your way and tears flood your eyes instantly. He knows you. But you wish he didn’t. 

He reaches you quickly and pulls your hair. You scream and call for help, struggle against him, pushing and punching but he’s so strong and he keeps laughing and you’re crying and scared and desperate.

“y/n!”

Your eyes shoot open and the first thing you see is Niragi and you panic, trying to escape from him. But then obvious hurt and confusion flash across his face, just for a second, before his jaw clenches and you know he’s angry and holding himself back, letting go of your arms and sitting back.

It wasn’t real. 

He’s straddling you, running his hand through his hair. This is your Niragi. The one with many flaws and dangerous anger issues but also the loving boyfriend who always keeps you safe. 

Not the psychotic maniac you saw in your dream.

Your body reacts on its own. You lunge forward and hug him tightly, squeezing the life out of him. He stills before, carefully, he envelops you in his arms. You sniff, nuzzling closer, hiding your face in his chest. 

He strokes your hair and back, slowly so he doesn’t scare you. You listen to his heartbeat, bask in his warmth. He’s quiet. You can almost hear the gears turning in his mind. Despite his behavior sometimes, you know he’d hate it, hate himself, if you were truly afraid of him. And you know that’s exactly what he saw in your eyes before - fear.

“Can we lie down?” you say weakly and Niragi nods. His hands never leave your body as he helps you lie back down and tucks you under his chin. Having his arms around you makes you feel safe and soothes you, even if you can feel the nervous, angry energy radiating off him. 

You try to shake off some of the lingering anxiety and tangle your fingers into his hair. It seems to help both of you relax until you’re able to speak. Niragi’s not going to ask, you know that, instead he’ll wait for you to talk, getting more and more impatient in the process. You really need to talk to him about that.

“I had a nightmare,” you begin slowly, still playing with his hair.

“Guessed that much,” he comments. Venom drips from his words and you’re both annoyed and shaking your head at his childishness. But underlying is the urge to flinch.

This is your Niragi. Not the nightmare one.

“You were there,” you mention and suddenly he’s paying close attention, “But… You were different. Like you were in the game. You were just killing everyone and then you saw me and I knew that it didn’t matter because you’ll just hurt me too and you looked so… satisfied.” 

You feel his arms tighten around your shaking body. You haven’t even realized you were trembling.

“You think I’d hurt you?” he asks, tone flat. It’s unfortunate that he asks the question you’ve pondered for weeks. At least you know the answer. But are you ready to say it?

You know he’s close to snapping already. Not in the violent outburst, no, not now that you’re shaking in his embrace. But the silent, cold distancing himself thing he does sometimes. That one hurts more, mainly because then you know he’s hurting. You don’t want to hurt him. Somehow it feels like that’s what he expects of you, and you want to be better than that. However, you also want to be honest with him.

Sometimes, there’s just no way to win.  

“No,” you sigh, “You wouldn’t hurt me intentionally. I know that. But… I don’t know, maybe if you lost control or something, people do all kinds of things then.” 

Before you can raise your head to look at him, worried about his reaction, he does it for you. He holds your jaw between his fingers and there’s fire in his eyes you haven’t seen before. His hold is tight, bordering on being painful, but it barely doesn’t cross that line.

“I would never hurt you, understand?” he growls lowly, desperately.

The fire is just embers now, a crazed look in his eyes. Similar to the look he gives you anytime he pulls you to the side when you speak to a new acquaintance.

There’s fragility to it, you think. You might just be imagining that though. It’d make sense, what with him being so clingy and possessive, but that always felt like his way of asserting dominance. Could you have been wrong?

“Never. You’re mine and I promised I would take care of what’s mine,” his voice drops lower.

You smile a little. He did. It’s been the first thing he told you after you accepted his proposal to go on a date. 

And maybe he’s telling the truth. Well, he certainly is - the truth he believes in anyway. You’re hesitant to believe it too, though. He has tremendous self-control, that much you know, but he slips up sometimes. Every human does. Perhaps it won’t happen in the near future or maybe never, but the fact is that you cannot shake off the feeling that one day he might hurt you, even if he won’t mean to.

“Only yours,” you sigh and bump your nose against his. He frowns at you. He hates these cute displays of affection. You kiss it better, melting against his lips. The piercing in his tongue is a nice distraction from everything else, its round and smooth shape curious against your tongue. You love it and he knows it. He smirks when you won’t stop playing with the metal stub.

“I could make you more tired if it helps you fall asleep,” he whispers suggestively into your ear but his touch remains tender and loving. Despite that, you know he’s serious. He has a special talent to turn even the most innocent things heated in a second.

“I love you, Niragi,” you chuckle, “Just hold me, please.” You kiss the corner of his mouth, cuddling closer to him. He smells like home. You let your hands fall to his chest, feeling his heart beating under your palm.

“Never gonna let you go, baby,” he promises and pulls you closer, stroking up and down your spine with his fingertips. Another one of his little unspoken love yous. You smile and trail a little path of kisses on his shoulder.

No. Your Niragi couldn’t possibly ever become like the one in your dream… could he?

[thatstrangegiiirrlll]

Headcanon/Scenario

How AIB men will handle you being insecure about your tummy.

Chishiya:

This man pays such great attention to detail, it’s actually crazy. Chishiya will notice you’ve changed your shirt from a crop-top to a regular tee. He’ll question you about it, knowing you’re having an insecure moment/day. “You know I like your stomach, right? You don’t have to hide it around me, or anyone for that matter,” he’ll reassure you, coming up to you as he wraps a snug arm around you protectively.

Arisu:

Cuddling with Arisu, he’ll grab around your waist, clutching you close as he caresses your stomach. When you move his hand and pull your sliding shirt down, he’ll groan, already knowing what’s up. “Cut it out. Your stomach is cute and soft. Let me massage you,” he’ll whisper softly. You’ll cave in, sighing as he returns to rubbing the squishiness with a happy and child-like smile.

Aguni:

“Maybe I should start working out with you,” you’ll randomly blurt, hinting at your dislike for your belly. Confused and thrown-off, Aguni will turn to you, now curious as to why you’re saying this out of the blue. “I mean sure, babe. You know I don’t mind,” he’ll reply. “But why now? Where’s all this coming from?” Rolling your eyes, you’ll throw yourself back onto the bed, slapping your tummy. “This. This is where it’s coming from.” He’ll side-eye you extremely hard, coming down quickly to give your belly a ton of kisses. “Woman, if you don’t stop—you’re perfect.”

Niragi:

“I’m ordering takeout!” Niragi will shout from downstairs. “What do you want?” You’ll peer your head from the bedroom door to reply back. “Nothing—I don’t want anything.” He’ll squint his eyes perplexed, slowly but surely getting irritated. “Come down here,” he’ll demand. Sighing, you’ll drag your feet down the stairs, plopping down beside him on the couch. “What?!” You’ll exasperate impatiently. He’ll pop you on the forehead and thigh, ignoring your squeak at the assault as he says, “You know I like my woman with meat on her or else I have nothing to bite or grab. So, grow up. Now for the final time, what do you want to eat?”

Awwww. I love chubby tummys, they’re so fucking cute. — Ash <3

[borderlandwonderland]

Should I get back into writing aib fanfic? Send in some request :)

[planetariumwriting]

First Kiss - Niragi Suguru

highschool!niragi x reader tw: mentions of bullying

After winning another game – mostly because he killed everyone with his rifle – Niragi flopped on his bed. He wasn’t satisfied, to the point of making Aguni and the others suspicious. He didn’t yell, he didn’t smile, he was simply silent.

Nobody found the courage to ask him if something happened and it was the best decision, if you cared enough for your life. Niragi didn’t know how he could have reacted if somebody actually asked him that question. He was sad enough to not even answer, probably.

There was a reason. Before entering the arena Niragi was being himself, until he saw something. In a corner, next to some garbage bags, there was a heart-shaped peluche with the words “Happy Valentine’s Day”. His mouth went dry with highschool memories about that day. They weren’t violent or bad, but they were more like a mix between sad and happy. For once.

He turned on the other side of the bed, trying his best to not think about it. It was a lost cause, his brain was already thinking of it – thinking also if you were in the Borderland playing these fucking games – and he felt his heart dropping at the possible idea of you dying.

He wasn’t the type that would cry this easily, it didn’t even happen when he was bullied. With you, though, it was different.

Family was a mess, school was a mess, life was a mess in general but not with you. Even if he tried to ignore your existence during the Borderland, you were always present in the back of his head.

Niragi closed his eyes, letting himself remembering that moment with you. Again, life if it was the first time.

Niragi didn’t hate Valentine’s Day, but let’s say it wasn’t the best day to experience when you’re single with a big crush. The highschool was more permissive in this day – of course not about fucking in one of the bathroom’s stall – but, it was normal to share public display of affection.

He walked in the main hall and everybody was so extremely – fucking – sweet. In every corner you’d have looked, there was at least a couple kissing.

Niragi didn’t feel disgusted or something like that, but he couldn’t deny himself he was a bit envious.

His hands weren’t empty – or it’s better to say his bag – but he was too shy to give you the box of chocolates he bought. Niragi was already thinking at the worst scenario: what if you already had a Valentine? What if he saw you kissing another person?

It wasn’t for the box itself – he could eat the chocolates another day – but having a heartbreak wasn’t so easy to fix.

“Suguru, where’s your Valentine?”

It was a bunch of laughs that made Niragi back to reality. He turned around only to see his bullies laughing at him, probably to impress their girls.

In a way, he was grateful for the Valentine’s day because of this reason: his bullies wouldn’t annoy him that much because they were too busy fucking those girls in a hidden corner.

Lucky bastards, Niragi thought. They didn’t deserve to be with someone to begin with.

He entered the class and sat in the back of the class, he was more comfortable far away. And also, the teacher never bothered him in the first place because of this choice, so why not? He was good in every class.

After some minutes you entered the class too, saying your “good morning” like it was a normal day. At the end of the day it was actually a normal day, but Niragi still felt his heart dropping on the floor.

You sat in the back of the class, next to him. Niragi stayed calm and thought “just act if it’s a normal day.”

“Ehy.” He said and smiled at you, watching you getting more comfortable.

“Good morning!”

God, you were so sweet every time. He knew he could keep the conversation on – you would have answered to him – but he still felt like if he was bothering you, so he simply stayed quiet.

“Can I ask you a favor?”

Your question surprised him. You never asked for help and this was the first time. With him.

“Tell me everything.” he didn’t want so sound down so bad for you, but he failed. “If I can help you, I’ll do everything.”

He meant those words, especially after you defended him from his bullies. You risked a lot, considering that they wouldn’t have thought twice to beat a woman, but it didn’t happen. They simply watched you and left.

It was the first time Niragi felt safe and protected by someone. It felt so fucking nice. In a way, he wanted to re-pay you somehow, but a “thank you” was never enough.

“Can you come to my house this afternoon?” You smiled. “I need some help with math.”

Niragi didn’t pay much attention, he was just too happy to have an occasion with you. In reality, thought, you didn’t need any help – but it was just an excuse.

“Absolutely yes.”

His smile was pure and innocent. So many times you wondered why they tortured him, he never meant any harm. “Then after school we go together.”

Niragi was explaning to you the homework you both had for the next day, but you and him stopped for few minutes and stared into each other’s faces. Niragi felt he was about to blow up soon.

When you both walked to your house, he wanted to hold your hand. He felt this urge to grab it and squeeze it, softly, but he couldn’t.

Now he was thinking about kissing you, confessing you or giving you the box. Or all of them.

“Niragi.” Hearing you saying his name was a melody for his ears, he wished he could listen to it forever.

“Yes?”

“Look at me.”

He looked up and found you smiling at him. You cupped his face in your hand and kissed him. His lips were so soft, to the point of making you losing the urge to softly bite his lower lip.

A small moan escaped, but the consequence of it was you kissing him even more – sliding your tongue in his mouth and met his.

You wanted him to have the sweetest and most romantic first kiss ever, like it was for you in that moment.

Niragi’s hand grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him.

You both broke the kiss for a moment, catching air again. You smiled at him and put your arms behind his neck.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

[jhynka]

hobbies/quirks in your relationships - !pre borderlands SUGURU NIRAGI, SHUNTAROU CHISHIYA, HIKARI KUINA

CW: mentions of arguments, intoxication, alcohol consumption

AN: hello to my new and old readers!! since a lot of ppl are reading my fics again since s2 came out here's a lil thingy to celebrate!. Niragi's portion was written for a multi-part fic, but i decided why not make it into a scenario thingy instead of another series i know i wont continue HAHAH, anyway that explains why its longer than chisiyas and kuinas, anwayy happy reading!

SUGURU NIRAGI - never talking about each other romantically unless tipsy enough.

You and Niragi were best friends in the ordinary world. After your office hours together you both often went out to drink or have late dinner together, talking about all the stresses your office jobs offered. Oftentimes, when one of you gets drunk enough, you or he would elaborate on the things you loved the most about the other.

Niragi would boast on and on about how kind and considerate you are, how admirable you are with even such a stressful job and a questionable workplace environment, you never gave up solely on the reason that you just couldn't leave your best friend behind (Possibly also because putting little easter eggs for each other in the games you created was fun. Especially when you see game theorists become mind-boggled on why ‘igarin’ and ‘n/y’ were always written in the corner of some wall in the game). He would talk about how elegant your features were even if it was so late to the point your eyes were fighting to not fall asleep. You on the other hand would disregard these ramblings while you helped him walk home since, knowing him, he would just fall asleep on the street while continuing to talk about you even if you just left him there. However, when you have taken one too many drinks, Niragi wouldn't hesitate to get closer to you just to protect you from the prying eyes and hands of the other men in the bar you both are in. You would just stare at him, simply stating that he was beautiful and that you were in love with him. Of course, he would just attempt to hide the red tint collecting on his face while the bartender present may or may not have given him a signal that you were telling the truth. Just like you, he would help you get home, this time having an arm around your waist to make sure no one tries anything with you. He would grab your keys from your pockets and help you get to bed. If in a certain occasion, have instantly fallen asleep, he would place a kiss on your forehead and sprint out of your home in embarrassment while he locked your door, and hid your keys in a potted plant for you to find in the morning.

SHUNTAROU CHISHIYA - always making lunch for each other

Med school isn't easy for anyone. Internships, tests, lessons, lectures, everything you both had to do always made the days blur together. Your relationship with the Cheshire was getting complicated. Meaningless and unsincere arguments visited and left, leaving you both with tired eyes and frustrated faces. Even with these ups and downs in your relationship, one thing never left and was never forgotten. Food!

With every evening spent restless, there would always be an afternoon after spent with each other, sharing and exchanging Bentos you made for each other the morning before. Though most lunches were spent with the both of you in silence, it was a type of silence where no words were needed since your minds spoke for themselves. Warm mutual understandings of forgiveness, even with no mellow apologies spoken, telepathic i-love-you’s exchanged, all topped off with you-mean-so-much-to-me glances after you both had finished.

The both of you were always tired of the multiple things you had to do, but on days where getting angry was also too tiring, Chishiya would always just let you speak your mind, not even listening to what you have to say since he himself has to fight just to re assure you that he was awake and present (white lies are never wrong in his book).

HIKARI KUINA - teenage-styled sleepovers

Being a high-end fashion designer, dating a casual apparel clerk was never what anyone thought you would end up being in the future, yet here you are with her, having green clay masks on your faces, wearing bathrobes after a ‘spa’ in your bathtub.

With the both of you on your king-sized bed, with snacks cluttering the side tables, and a telephone in the middle of the bed, there was only one thing left for the both of you to do: PRANK CALLLSSS. Though the both of you knew how immature this was, it never bothered the both of you much since it was a nice way to have fun and act as if the both of you were two girls in high school again. Be that as it may, the prank calling was always a 30-minute journey, with most ending with the receiver hanging up as soon as they registered an unfamiliar voice. The two of you always end up on top of one another, not in a sexual manner, but as if you both just want to gaze into each other’s eyes to enjoy the moment with each other.

As you sit on top of her lap, cupping both sides of her face, you lay soft kisses on her lips as she keeps her eyes on yours. Giggles echo around the room as the two of you enjoy the comfort and aura of each other. The fact that you both were at the stage where you are collectively comfortable with each other, was enough to send her to a feeling of bliss.

[dominos-palast]

Teach me some bad words

Fandom: Alice in Borderland

Pairing: (platonic) Chishiya x gn!reader, (platonic) Kuina x gn!reader

Characters: Shuntaro Chishiya, Hikari Kuina, Suguru Niragi

Used Pronouns: They/Them

Genre: funny

Warnings: some cursing words

A/N: Don’t ask me why Chishiya from all people is playing a spades game, just accept it and move on

P.S.: Reader flirts with a tiger than proceeds to smack the tiger with a walking stick

Summary: You ask Chishiya and Kuina to teach you some bad words in Japanese. You don’t speak Japanese.

Word Count: 0.8k

your native language wasn’t Japanese

to be honest, you can barely speak the language

you were supposed to be enjoying your holidays

instead, you were obligated to join these death or life games

and that’s exactly what you were about to do

You sat on the floor staring at the people walking into the waiting room while stuffing chips in your mouth. Beside you stood Chishiya in his iconic stance, leaning against the wall, and with his hoodie on.

“Teach me bad words”

Kuina, who stood beside Chishiya, chewing on her fake cigar, sent Chishiya a warning look. Chishiya looked down hesitantly, remembering the last time he answered one of your wishes. “Why do you want to learn bad words?”

You shrugged, “If I’m going to insult someone they might as well understand me.” Your eyes met his. You stayed like that for a solid one minute. You were expecting him to teach you the whole Japanese thesaurus for cursing words and to make sure of it, you activated your ultimate weapon: the puppy eyes.

The fake blonde straight-up ignored you. He just looked back up, lost in thought.

Was it wise to teach bad words to you? Especially to you? In the best-case scenario, you would use them wisely. Worst case scenario, your dumb ass would cause the next world war. That was the problem of you being a chaotic, dumb genius. At the same time, he was curious about how you would use the newly acquired knowledge. But again, he wouldn’t want to be responsible for that chaos.

You pulled from his jacket, demanding attention. “Oi, teach me a bad word. Chishiya, Chishiya, Chishiya, Chishiya, Chishiya”, you could go on for days if it meant getting what you wanted. “No, he won’t do it.”, Kuina looked down at you with a strict expression on her face and you stopped your actions immediately. Your eyes went from the shorter to her, then to him again and finally to her. A smile crept on your face. “Kuiiinnaaaa”, your face beamed with excitement the moment you spoke it again, “Can you teach me a bad word?” Chishiya couldn’t help but chuckle. He looked at Kuina expectantly.

“Okay”, she positioned herself in front of you. Neither Chishiya nor you had expected her to give in to your pleas. But he would soon realise her original plan. “あなたは美しいです”, she said. You blinked, “come again?”. She rolled her eyes and repeated the sentence until you had it right. “What does it mean?” “You filthy pig”. Chishiya smirked shaking his head. You smiled happily and mumbled the sentence several times for yourself before the game started.

The game consisted in escaping the area alive, as some zoo animals would be running wild and free, waiting for their next meal.

Hopefully not you

Niragi was having the time of his life shooting at the animals from afar. His maniacal laugh echoed throughout the whole place, just like the shooting sounds. “あなたは美しいです!  あなたは美しいです!!” Niragi looked down, trying to find the source of the noise. Then he saw you running away from a tiger as if it depended on your life. Which it actually did. It was nice to see you fearing for your life, but why on earth were you screaming “you are beautiful” so aggressively? He shook his head. You do you, he thought. It wouldn’t be the first time you tried flirting with your opponent to save your own ass. Maybe it could work, who knows how strong your charm was. He shrugged and continued blasting off the heads of the animals.

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 Chishiya and Kuina were taking cover behind some vegetation, discussing the next steps, when they suddenly heard you screaming the words Kuina had taught you at the beginning. They looked in your direction, only to see you smaking the same tiger that had been pursuing you throughout the whole game with a metallic walking stick. The tiger had been shot several times by some beach people while you were running, and now the tiger was weaker and more vulnerable. Not only the tiger’s body was hurt, but also his ego, as he was hit with a stick by a young adult and getting destroyed by it. “ あなたは美しいです, you motherfucker!”

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“Should we stop them?”, said Kuina in between amusement and concern. “No, let them blow some steam.” Chishiya smiled satisfied. This was worth remembering, “Are you going to tell him?” “What? That that’s not an actual insult? They’ll figure it out, eventually”, she chuckled, and finally went to your aid.

[so-many-fandoms-here]

(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice.)

• Characters: Suguru Niragi, fem!Reader

• Genre: angst, fluff

• Warnings: violence, reader losing her mind, Niragi is kinda ooc

Angst Prompts - #5

꧁ ✾✿❀ ꧂ ✾✿❀ ꧁ ✾✿❀ ꧂

When Niragi and I got stuck in Borderland I quickly knew that a lot of things will change. Because if they didn’t, we’d die. No hard feelings, no remorse, no empathy. If you want to survive you need to be okay with killing the others. It was hard at first but after a while I kind of got used to it, because I wanted to live.

Niragi on the other hand didn’t just got used to it - he straight up enjoyed it. He enjoyed being in charge of other people, scaring other people and killing them. I could see all the anger he has hidden inside broke out of him when he realized there will be no consequences for his actions. He would make the others feel the pain he had to suffer, not caring that it wasn’t their fault that he got bullied by those scumbags.

For the first time in his life he was the one in charge. He was the one they feared and no one dared to even look at him in a wrong way. I was okay with it at first because it meant that no one dared to look at me in a wrong way too. As Niragis girlfriend I had the privilege of safety around The Beach so I tried to ignore his actions as best as I could and hoped that if we manage to go home again, he would be the same again.

But the more time passed, the more violent he got and with every game we played he seemed to lose a little bit more of his sanity. It was heartbreaking to see what the guys back in school did to his mental health.

The guy, once so gentle with me, was now a total freak. Yes back in the real world he was a freak too. A freak in the sheets and hella snappy but now he is this kind of freak you see in a true crime documentary.

The day when Aguni became the leader was the first and only time I addressed his behavior.

„You heard that Aguni got promoted?“, he asks without a hello when he bursted in the room, closing the door loudly behind him. „That means I am the new number 2.“

Even when his hands snuck to my hip I continued to stare out the window, not reacting to him. „Don’t you think we need to celebrate this?“ His hot tongue touched the shell of my ear and right after his teeth started to knibble on said skin. I just brushed him off, moving away. „What’s wrong babe?“

„How many people were it today?“ I asked after I turned around and pointed with my chin to his gun. Niragi cocked his head to the side and looked at me confused. „How many did you threaten with this thing? Or hurt? Killed?“

His gaze got softer and he placed the gun against the wall. „Are you scared of me?“ Slowly he put his hands in the air, like I was a cop. „No!“, I answer quickly, but started to re-think it. Sometimes I feel like staying out of his way, when he is like that. „Sometimes. A little bit.“

I can see in his eyes that this has hit him. He looked hurt, almost devastated. „Why?“, he asked, lost on words.

With a quiet sigh I sat down on the bed and thought about the right words. „You‘ve killed and hurt so many people“, I start, my voice barely louder than a whisper. „You get your way, no matter what. If the card theory is true and only one can leave…“ Quickly I turn my head to blink the tears away that started to burn in my eyes. I have forbidden myself to think about this scenario and even now I just can’t seem to put my worries in words. „What will happen with us?“

When I looked back up Niragi is kneeling in front of me with a shattered expression on his face. „I will kill myself before I let you behind.“

He seemed conflicted, not knowing if he could touch me. He chose not to and so he stayed in front of me with his hands on his knees.

„I just don’t know what to think anymore“, I admit. „I still love you, and sometimes I hate myself for it.“

We‘re both quiet for a couple of minutes, needing time to realize and accept what I just said, then Niragi raised his voice again. „I know I get carried away easily but think of it that way: the more people that are scared of me and the more people I kill, the less will be a threat to us.“ I don’t want to, but I understand his point. It makes sense and the way he said it, it even calmed me a bit down.

„I am in charge“, he continued. „I am the one with the gun, I am the right hand of our new boss and I am the one that will blow away everyone’s brains if you tell me to. We’re in a world without moral codes. Let’s make the best out of it.“

I don’t know what or how but something inside me switched that day. Niragis motives suddenly seemed more reasonable to me. Maybe I am going insane too but I don’t mind as much as I did in the beginning.

[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

Do's and Don'ts

Hello everyone! I'm not really that new to Tumblr, so I do know how this whole thing works. I just kinda deleted my old acc, and made this one for a fresh start so yeah:)

Do's

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Platonic

Girl x girl

Boy x boy

Gender nuetral reader/non binary reader

Platonic age gaps

PLATONIC family pieces (like, brother x sister, sister x sister, platonic stuff yk)

Don'ts

Rape

Huge age gaps (from four years apart and up)

Incest

Yandre/Tsundre

Character x animal/furry kinda thing

Kidnapping (unless it is part of a story and the kidnapper is platonic e.g. the grabber x platonic!reader etc)

A scenario in which the reader dies

Spirit x Reader (like a ghost kind of spirit, because that's js weird)

Specific AU's (e.g. Mafia!Seungcheol x reader. I'm general I js think it's a no)

People who I write for:

Seventeen

All members

Alice In Borderland

Shuntaro Chishiya

Yuzuha Usagi

Ryohei Arisu

Kuina

Ann

Suguru Niragi

Ginji Kyuma

Daikichi Karube

Mira

Aguni

Akane Heiya

Kotoko Shiga

Sunato Banda

Kōdai Tatta

Oki Yaba

All Of Us Are Dead

Lee Su-hyeok

Choi Nam-ra

Lee Cheong-san

Nam On-jo

Yoon Gwi-nam

Park Mi-jin

Jang Ha-ri

Jang Woo-jin

Min Eun-ji

Han Gyeong-su

Yang Dae-su

Stray Kids

All members

BTS

All members

Blackpink

All members

Any Kpop groups

Squid Game

Kang Sae-byeok

Seong Gi-hun

Hwang Jun ho

Abdul Ali

Front Man

Cho Sang woo

There might be more added to this, but I will try to make a Masterlist sometime soon. So cya, and have a lovely day. Don't forget to drink water and eat something, love you all!

[rindouheart]

# 안녕하세요 | RULES !! - please read 🌿

— hi and welcome to my rules list + characters i currently write for! please read all of this before requesting.

i usually write sfw fluff and headcanons. i’m not really good at writing nsfw things (also because i have zero experiences irl) and i wouldn’t want it to turn unrealistic. however, i can write some suggestive stuff, but nothing too explicit.

don’t be afraid to give me details about your request! my writings will be as specific and as coherent as what you requested.

i set the character limit for my headcanons requests at 5. my drabbles and short scenarios have a max amount of 3 characters.

i won’t write about yandere or incest themes, since they make me uncomfortable. as a writer, i have the right to refuse a request if it makes me uncomfortable or crosses my boundaries.

themes such as self-harm, death, eating disorders etc are okay, but i won’t write them as too detailed ( + i’ll also add a tw if i’m posting something about sensitive topics)

small extra: forgive me if i make spelling/grammar mistakes (english isn’t my first language) and if i need a lot of time to write. i still go to school and i spend my afternoon on my textbooks (sadly)

if not specified, i’ll use gender neutral pronouns and terms

🍃 — characters i’m writing for!!

blue lock: anyone is fine, my current faves are kenyu yukimiya, aryu jyubei, reo mikage and eita otoya.

tokyo revengers: pretty much everyone apart from kisaki and taiju. my favorites here are rindou and ran haitani, sanzu haruchiyo and kakucho hitto.

alice in borderland: for now i think i’ll only write for shuntaro chishiya and suguru niragi, however, i might add other characters if i feel confident enough!

that’s all for my rules! i‘ll update them if i feel the need to do it, so please check them before sending requests! love u cuties 🌿

@rindouheart ‘s rules list — updated 10012023

[prttydoli]

♡ — ALICE IN BORDERLAND !

( ♡ ) — fluff

( ❆ ) — angst

( ❀ ) — smut

( ✦ ) — yandere

♡ — HEADCANONS

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♡ — SCENARIOS

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♡ — BLURBS/DRABBLES

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♡ — REACTIONS

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— arisu ryohei

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— chishiya shuntaro

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— usugai yuzuha

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— karube daikichi

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— chota segawa

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— niragi suguru

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— last boss

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— rizuna ann

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[syntheticfoxfire]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ niragi + companionship [tw: dying, physical injuries]

You’ve been close to death before. Who here hasn't? This world isn’t particularly forgiving, so it’s only to be expected.

Still, you’ve never been this close and getting closer.

Putting more pressure on the bleeding hole in your stomach, you brave on. This isn’t how you meant to die. No matter how ruthless the games and this whole experience made you, how it all changed you, you still longed for happiness. And dying cold and alone wasn’t part of it. One would think that among the bodies that littered the streets there would be someone barely alive to keep you company at least, but that’s just your luck.

Then you hear a wet, disgusting couching. Great, that sounds promising. You’re not sure for how much longer you’ll be able to move, so you try to hurry.

What’s good is that the person in question isn’t too far and his wounds seem pretty bad. He’s been shot like you, and clearly you’re both at the end of your life spans unless a miracle happens. The bad news is who this guy is.

Then again, it’s the end of this world, seeing as only one last game remains. It’s most likely going to be your end too, so why not let go of all the hard feelings. You barely have any strength left anyway and you’d like to use it to breathe for a while longer.

You lower yourself to the ground, leaning for support on the car Niragi’s resting against. You sit right next to him, ignoring his scoff and venomous ‘fuck off’. Fuck him, though, so you move even closer, letting yourself fall over him and resting your upper body on his lap and stomach. His blood soaks your hair. You don’t care, it’s a mess anyway. Being like this feels pretty good though. Who would’ve thought.

“The fuck you’re doing,” he growls, his chest rumbling with blood slowly filling his lungs. You suppose he’d like to remove you from himself, but neither of you have enough strength to really move.

"Dying, the same as you," you shrug, or try to, "Don't wanna do it alone."

It's too late to hide now, to pretend. You're scared. You don't wanna die, period, but the prospect of dying alone is even more terrifying. While you were never more than a casual acquaintance or reluctant ally with Niragi, he’s a piece of familiarity. He’s not a good person, but he’s been decent enough to you. And you figure that here, on the brink of death, it doesn’t matter if he sees you open and vulnerable.

“Should’ve killed you when I had the chance,” he sighs, as exaggerated as his busted lungs allow. His wheezy breathing sounds terrible. You almost feel sorry for him. 

“Should’ve fucked me too, now we’ll die without ever having fun,” you chuckle. Ah, the memories. Maybe you were more than acquaintances. Where’s that line anyway? He huffs.

“Where’s the fun if you can’t fight back,” as he speaks, he lazily trails one of his hands up your thigh. You can tell it’s a lot of effort.

“I wouldn’t have fought back before either,” you hum, “You’re an asshole, but you’re hot. Back then and now.” His hand pauses on your leg, resting on your thigh before getting anywhere inappropriate. 

“You know, I always wondered how you were in our world,” you continue. Blood loss is probably making you too chatty for your own good. It feels comfortable though. He’s warm even as he’s bleeding out on you, you on him, your blood mixing with his in a puddle under your bodies. “I’d like to meet you there. I’m curious if we’d be friends.”

“You hate me,” he deadpans.

“You think I’d come to die together with you if I hated you?” you roll your eyes weakly, too afraid they’d really get stuck up there with how weak you were feeling, “The point is me hating you, not myself. I mean it’s not like I like you, but I guess there might be potential if we met under different circumstances.”

You close your eyes. You really shouldn’t have talked that much, but at least it’s taken your mind off things. He’s really warm. Soft, and his hand feels nice on your thigh. You let your head swing closer to his body, gently rubbing on his chest. His blood smears on your cheek and he hisses as you brush against his wound.

You feel him move, his hand lands on your shoulder and you think he might push you away. Yet instead of retaliating he just wraps his other arm around you. His hold is loose, and you guess there’s not much time for either of you. What a shame. You’d love to tease him.

Faintly you hear explosions somewhere both far away and all around you. A voice informs you about something, but you only make out the key words over the sound of Niragi’s barely-there heartbeat.

You make your choice, and you wonder where you’re going to wake up.

[part 2??]

[thatstrangegiiirrlll]

Headcanon/Scenario

How the gorgeous men of AIB would react to walking in on you playing with yourself. 🙈

1. Chishiya:

Chishiya will return home from work earlier than expected. He’ll smirk to himself, hearing your hushed whimpers and moans outside the bedroom door, already aware of what's going on. When the door opens, you’ll be taken aback by his early arrival. His face will glow with amusement at your reaction and he’ll just simply tell you to carry on, leaning against the door to watch you cum.

2. Arisu:

Waking up from a nap on the downstairs couch, Arisu will come to the bedroom in hopes to cuddle up with you. Practically sleep-walking, he doesn’t end up hearing your moans at first. He’ll open the door and freeze in his place, only the lamp light on in the room, but providing enough light for him to know what’s happening. He’ll blush aggressively, turning away. “I’ll come back when you’ve finished,” he’ll awkwardly say, closing the door with the quickness.

3. Aguni:

Aguni will return home from his afternoon run, grabbing bottled water from the fridge, throat drier than a desert. Sweaty and sticky, he’ll be deeply in need of a shower. So, he’ll head to your shared room where you’ll already be. Little does he know, you’re already in the shower, using the detachable shower head to pleasure yourself. You would be at the height of your climax when Aguni walks in. There’s a delighted and lustful grin on his face. “Mmm,” he’ll growl, removing his shirt in one clean movement. “How about a round two?”

4. Niragi:

Currently on the game taking his frustrations out on it, Niragi will remove his noise-canceling headphones to take a break. His ears will immediately be blessed with your pretty sounds and he’ll come blazing into the bedroom, licking his lips at the sight of you pushing the penis-shaped toy deep into your wetness. He won’t be able to take his eyes off of you, walking up to you to remove the toy out of you and onto the floor. He’ll replace it with his fingers and tongue, using his piercing to assault and devour your clit and pussy. “Throw those fucking toys out…you don’t need them.”

OOOOOOO chile, I don’t know which is my favorite. But if I have to pick…Imma go with Niragis(I FEEL SO GUILTY CUZ HE IS EVIL). It’s just something about that mouth of his that…does it for me. Ooo wee. Which is your favorite? Leave me some requests! Message me! Do whatever children. Live free. I’m super interested in what yall would like me to write. <3 — Ash

[severely-mentally-ill]

♤♡ Never Forgotten ♡♤

Pairing: Suguru Niragi x Fem!Reader

English is not my first language; this is not proofread so beware grammar mistakes. This story contains bullying, abuse, drug and alcohol usage, and brief mentions of SA, be warned.

Niragi couldn't help the way his body shook as he stared in front of him. The same group of boys that picked on him everyday after school was there once again, their leader holding a baseball and a bat; getting ready to hit the ball at Niragi's face. The others were laughing at his terrified face.

As their leader throws the ball in the air, Niragi closes his eyes and awaits for the ball to him. He hears the bat hit the ball, and a few seconds pass before a sudden burst of pain spreads from his nose. His glasses fly off and he couldn't stop himself from toppling over as he holds his nose and upper lip in his hands. Niragi groans loudly as the pain only continues to get worse.

A hand then grabs the hood of Niragi's jacket and yanks his head up so he's looking up at the man.

"We told you to stay still!" The guy yells into his face before dropping his hood.

Suddenly, a voice rang out; "Oi!"

The laughs die down and everyone turns to the source of the voice. They find a girl, you, standing there. Your hands were in your pockets as you chew on a stick of gum. The boys snickered at you.

"What do you want, girly? This ain't none of your business." One of them says, the rest laughing lightly. You raise an eyebrow, looking between each of them. You then begin walking towards them.

"Then I'll make it my business." You respond as you arrive in front of them. It was then that they noticed your height. You were taller then all of them. Some, by a lot. "Why don't you go ahead and explain what you're doing to that poor guy. And why you're doing it."

The leader guy scoffs, turning to look at his sidekicks with an amused expression. "Nothin' you need to worry your pretty little head about there, darling. Why don't you go on back home."

That makes you chuckle. "I can tell your ego is heavily inflated." You say, causing him to loose his smirk. "Now, I would like it if you answered my questions. Please."

He narrows his eyes at you, trying to seem intimidating. "And why should I tell you? Most importantly," he leans in so he can try and get close to your face, "what are you going to do about it?"

His smirk returns, seeming to be proud of himself.

"Tell me the reason why you're picking on him, and that will determine what I do about it." You state, not moving from your spot. The guy rolls his eyes, backing away from his spot and moving to where the baseball bat laid.

"We're just playing with four-eyes over here. Just a little game of baseball, that's all." You hum in response, shifting your feet so you lean on your left leg.

"Interesting. I have just one more question," you say, spitting out you gum onto the ground before continuing, "how small is it?"

He looks up at you with an angered expression. "Pardon?"

You smirk. "How small is it?" You hold up your hand and make an example with your pointer finger and thumb, it being about four or so centimeters apart. "This small?"

He begins to walk towards you, starting to raise the bat. You still continue to smirk.

"Oh no! I'm sorry, it's like this." You shrink the space between your fingers just as he begins to start running towards you. He raises the bat up, beginning to swing to try and hit you before you quickly reach your hand out and grab the bat, stopping it mid-swing. The guys around you gasp, as well as Niragi.

Their shock doesn't last long, however. After you grab the bat from his hands, you knee him as hard as you can in the stomach; causing him to topple over in pain.

Now, with the bat in hand, you step away from the group of boys. "Anyone else?"

The boys hesitate for a moment, looking between each other for a moment before the leader speaks up; "What the fuck are you doing? Get her! She can't take on all of you at the same time!"

At his command, the remaining boys then quickly charge at you. This was going to be fun. You raise the bat, quickly swinging it at the first one to come near you.

Niragi watches from where he continued to sit as you take down each of the guys with no problem at all. Amazement was written all over his face as he momentarily forgets about the pain, too focused on how you move so perfectly, not messing up once.

After a bit, you manage to scare them off. After you had taken down all the boys, they all realized that it was no use fighting you anymore. So, they quickly gather their leader and run off. You give them a fake smile and little wave, the leader guy flipping you the bird in response.

After you're sure they're gone, you turn around and begin to head towards Niragi.

"You alright?" You ask as you arrive in front of him. He nods, looking up at you with pure curiosity and admiration. You squat down so your at his level. "Mind if I take a look?"

He shakes his head so you reach your hand out and begin to gently examine his nose and mouth. You gently press on his nose, causing him to grimace in pain. "Ooh, sorry. Didn't mean to hurt you."

After a bit, you take back your hand. "Good news, nothing is broken. Just badly bruised. Bad news, that cut on your lip will need stitches."

You stand up straight again. You then reach your hand out, helping him to stand up. He takes a gulp before speaking.

"How do you know that?"

"My mum was a nurse for over thirty years. She taught me a few things." You respond as you bend down and grab his glasses. You notice the cracked lens in one of them. "Sorry, I lied to you. Your glasses are broken."

You then hand them to him. He let's out a small huff when he spots the lens. Those were his only pair. He puts them on anyways, having no other option.

"What's your name?" He looks up at the sound of your voice.

"Um, Niragi. Suguru Niragi." You smile lightly, giving him a bow.

"I'm Y/N." He bows back. "Pleasure to meet you."

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"We have a new student joining us, today. Please welcome her nicely." The teacher, Mr. Sato, says in his bored monotone voice. The classroom door opens, and you walk in. Niragi, whom sat in the back right corner of the classroom, immediately perks up. "Please find your seat."

You give him a quick bow before going to the only empty seat, which happened to be next to Niragi. You send him a quick wink as you sit down. He couldn't help the tiniest of smile that rises to his face at your action. Both of you turn towards the front of the classroom as the teacher begins talking again.

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"I have assigned partners for everyone. They're on the board. Find your partner so we can start working." Niragi looks up at the board, dreading who he's partnered with. He searches for his name for a bit, struggling to see from the lack of glasses, until he feels someone tap his shoulder. He turns around, expecting a random person to make him move so them and their partner can work at his spot, but ending up seeing you standing there.

"We're partners," you say, pulling out the chair next to him and sitting down, "you okay with that?"

Niragi nods quickly, a smile rising to his lips. "Yeah, of course."

You grin in response. "Great."

The rest of the class time passed by rather quickly. Since it was the last class of the day, you head towards your locker to put everything away. However, Niragi doesn't leave your side. "You following me, now?"

He looks up at you with a sort of panicked expression. He shakes his head quickly. "No! I-I'm just going to my locker. I swear!"

You chuckle, amused at his response. "Relax, Gi. I'm just teasing."

Niragi looks down at the ground, a light blush on his cheeks from embarrassment.

You arrive in front of your locker, and so does he— right next to yours. How convenient.

"I can't tell if this is a coincidence or just by luck." You say after closing your locker door after putting everything away. You turn towards him after he does the same.

"What do you mean?"

"This is the third time we've been put together today. Don't you find that a little odd?" He seems to think about it for a second before realizing. "I'm not complaining, though. You've peaked my interest. I think I'll keep you around. Only if you want, of course."

Niragi couldn't help but smile at that, nodding his head. Maybe this is his chance at getting a real friend.

"Great." You respond, throwing your bag over your shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow, Gi."

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"Can you teach me how to fight?" His voice breaks you from your concentration on the project. You turn to look at him, seeing him already looking at you.

"Huh?"

"Can you teach me to fight like you? Like how you did with that group of boys under the bridge?" Oh, now you understood.

"Are they still teasing you?"

"They haven't in a while, but I want to be prepared just in case. Please." Niragi looked at you with a pleading look.

"Gi, it took me years to get up to that level." He looks down again. "But, I suppose. Just know, it will be difficult. And very tiring, but I don't doubt you have the skill."

He looks back up again, and for the first time on a while, feels a glimmer of hope. "Really?"

"Yes. We can start tomorrow. Here," you reach out and grab his hand, using your pen to write down your address, "this is where I live. Come there at 7 p.m. tomorrow so we can start. Okay?"

He nods, smiling up at you. "Thank you! Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. Now, can we continue with this thing?" He nods, the smile not leaving his face as you both get to work again.

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"No, it's like this," you do the move again, more slowly this time. "See?"

Niragi nods, taking a breath before trying the move on the dummy you had. "Like that?"

"No. Here, let me show you." You say before stepping up behind him. "I'm gonna touch you, okay?"

He nods— and with his permission, you place your hands on his waist. You gently move his waist a bit so his body is at an angle; before moving your hands to grab his arms and bending them so his elbows aren't locked.

"Don't lock your elbows." You then move his left arm so it's a little below his right. "Keep one hand lower then the other so you're not blocking your vision."

You then bend down and grip his left ankle and guide his leg so it's further back behind his right. "Don't lock your knees, it makes you more slower when moving."

After getting him into position, you step back and move next to the dummy. "Now, try to aim for the throat, side of the jaw, or the eyes. The wind pipe in the throat and the jaw can be easily dislocated; and the by going for the eyes, you cause a few seconds of blindness, and a shit ton of pain." You pause for a moment. "Always make sure your thumb is on the outside of your fist, otherwise you can break it easily. And don't clench your fist until your a split second away from hitting your opponent. It saves energy and make your hit stronger."

Niragi nods, quickly understanding. He takes a deep breath before taking his hit— all of your words repeating in your head as he takes the hit. He does the move perfectly this time, causing you to grin proudly. "You did it! Great job, Gi!"

Niragi looks over at you, a stupid smile written all over his face.

"Let's continue." You say.

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"I'm home. I brought a friend." You call out as you take off you shoes. Your little brother comes running up to you, his twin sister following behind.

"Y/N! You have to come see what we did!" They say in sync, jumping up and down while doing so. You smile at them, ruffling their hair.

"I will in a bit. Where's mum?" Their smiles turns into frowns almost immediately.

"She said she was going to a friend's house for a little bit. But she's been gone since breakfast." You sigh. Of course. And she left her six-year-old children home alone all day. Best mother ever.

"Alright. Thanks for telling me." You then turn to Niragi, who was setting his shoes next to yours. "Gi, these are my little siblings. That's Asahi and that's Akari. Asahi, Akari, this is Niragi. He's going to be spending the night tonight, so behave. Alright?"

They nod, giving Niragi a bow before running off to their room.

"Come on, my room's this way."

After you showed him to your room, you both quickly got to work on your project— which was due tomorrow.

"Are you hungry?" You asked after you put the finishing touches on the project. You put everything back into your backpack and stand up. "I can make something."

"Yeah, I could eat." He responds, moving to stand up with you. You nod, motion for him to follow you then you exit your room. However, when you walk down the hallway a bit, you pass by your mothers room and find her inside. Packing her suitcase.

"Mum?" You call out, now standing in her doorway. She looks up, a look of shock and a bit panicked on her face.

"Oh. Hi, Y/N. Who's that?" She asks, motioning to Niragi.

"A friend." You quickly respond. "What are you doing?"

"Packing."

"Why?"

"I'm going on a- uhm. . ." She thinks for a moment. "Business trip?"

"Is that a question or a statement?"

"Statement."

"Okay. . . Where exactly are you going, and who is it with?"

"Oh you know. . . Just going to Sapporo. With my, uhm. . . Company. . ." She trails off, scratching at her neck. She then quickly packs the last bit of clothing in her suitcase and zipping it closed before walking over to you. "Oh, but don't you worry. I'll be back in a week."

She then gives you a kiss on the cheek. "Tell your brother and sister for me, yeah?" She calls back as she quickly rushes down the hallway and out the front door. "Bye!"

You close your eyes and rub your hands on your face. What is this, her third 'business trip' this month?

"Are you okay?" You hear Niragi ask. You drop your hands to your sides as you stare into the now empty bedroom.

"Yeah." You reach over and flick the light switch off. "Yeah, I'm great."

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"Ar-Are you sure I won't get hurt on it?" Niragi asks, rubbing his arm as he continues to stare at your motorcycle.

"I promise you won't. Besides, why would I put my best friend in danger?" You respond as you pass him your spare leather jacket. "Just make sure to keep your helmet and jacket on."

He nods, slipping on the jacket before grabbing the helmet you gave him and slipping that on as well. "And keep a good hold on my waist so you don't slip off the back."

He nods in response as you climb onto your bike. Niragi climbs on behind you, hesitating a moment before wrapping his arms around your waist.

You start your bike and turn your head to the side. "Ready, Gi?"

"Ready." He confirms. You nod once before turning your head back around and beginning to move.

Niragi was pretty stiff for the first few minutes of the ride; but after a while, he began to relax a bit. He quickly found himself enjoying it.

However, as he continues to hug your waist, as your beautiful scent filled his nostrils, he feels butterflies begin to fill his stomach and his heart begins to speed up a bit. He wouldn't know it then, just thinking it was a silly little crush that would go away with time, but would very soon come to the realization.

He was in love with you.

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The stench of alcohol filled Niragi's nose as his father continued to yell in his face. He could barely make out what he was saying, his words too slurred.

Niragi tried to stop the tears from falling, but those cruel words being screamed in his face cut deep. And they just. kept. coming.

Soon, the hits started. The first one being a punch in the gut, causing him to fall to the ground. Like the cruel words, the hits just kept on coming.

Niragi couldn't move, he stayed in his curled position, trying to protect himself as best as he could as his mind tried to escape the reality he was in. To try and find him the best comfort he could think of..

And the only thing he was able to think about was you.

Your heartfelt laugh. Your perfect smile. Your beautiful features. Your confidence. Your warm embrace. The amount of protection he felt when near you. Your smell. The way you always managed to make him smile no matter how bad of a day he was having. Because you were his comfort. You were his happiness. You.

That's when it dawns on him. You were the only thing he could think of when he needed some form of joy. You were the person who managed to make him feel like he could be himself.

He was in love with you.

As soon as the realization hits him, he finds himself attempting to move away from the hits. He needs to get to you. He needs your protection. He needs your comfort. He needs to tell you how he feels. Fucking hell, he just needs YOU.

Suddenly, most likely with the help of adrenaline, he finds himself standing up and running towards his front door. He swings it open and dashes out, not bothering to shut it behind him. His father moves to stand in the doorway, calling after him: "YEAH, RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY LIKE THE COWARD YOU ARE!"

Niragi doesn't stop sprinting, not caring about the cold rainy weather, or the fact that he was barefoot and wearing a thin t-shirt and shorts. He was determined to get to you as fast as he could.

So, it came as a huge relief when he spots your house. As soon as he reaches your front door, he is finally able to stop and catch his breath. He leans against the doorframe, breathing heavily as a shaky hand reaches up and presses the doorbell.

It takes a moment, but, eventually, you open the door. Your mouth opens in shock at the sight in front of you. Niragi, his nose bleeding heavily, his eye starting to swell, bruises and little cuts littering his arms and legs, his shirt stained with blood, and his body drenched in rainwater, standing in front of you. His eyes were bloodshot from the tears still falling from his eyes. He looked up at you with such desperation in his eyes, and his breathing was heavy.

You quickly regain yourself, and then reach out and gently place your hand on his back the step aside for him to come inside. He quickly does, getting water all over your floor, but you don't care.

Neither of you says a word as you bring him to your room. And as you shut the door behind you and sit him on your bed. The only thing that could be heard was his sniffles and soft sobs as you get your first aid kit and other necessary things. You then set your things down and sit on the bed next to him.

Niragi couldn't stop his tears, no matter how hard he tried, but he knew he didn't have to. You weren't going to judge him.

You grab a soft cloth and gently grab the side of his face and turn it towards you. His lip trembled as he stared into your eyes. You take the cloth and begin to lightly wipe the blood off his face. He reaches up and grabs your hand, not sure why but he just needed your hand in his. You let him hold it, his grip being rather tight. He just needed to be sure that you weren't going to leave.

You gave his hands a squeeze. "I'm not going anywhere. You're safe with me." You set the cloth down on the bed, lifting your hand to hold the side of his face. You begin to rub his cheek with your thumb lightly. "I promise."

He nods. Your reassurance giving him some of the much needed comfort. "Can-Can," he stutters out, pausing to let out a hiccup. "Can I have a hug?"

You give him your best comforting smile as you nod. You pull him into your arms, holding him as tightly as you can without hurting him. He also does the same to you. His body shakes from his sobs and he buries his face into the crook of your neck. You raise one hand up to hold the back of his head while your other gently rubs his back.

Niragi never felt more safe then in that moment. It was difficult to explain just how safe he felt. But that was fine. He didn't need to. This was a moment for just you and him. No one else. He didn't need anyone else. You were all he needed.

After however long it took, he eventually pulled away. Not much, just enough so he could look you in the eye. And that's how you two stayed for what seemed like hours. He was the one to move first—glancing down at your lips for a second before beginning to lean in. His lips connect with yours in an awkward and unsure kiss.

You jolt back in shock, causing him to look up at you with a panicked expression. He opens his mouth to begin apologizing, but you cut him off by planting a more confident-ish kiss on his lips. You pull back almost immediately, much to his dismay. You look into his eyes once more, asking if it was okay. He nods, so you lean in again.

This time, the kiss is more sure. It's still awkward, as Niragi hasn't kissed anyone yet and it's clear that you have had plenty of experience before. On your side, you seemed pretty confident with your actions. You could tell that he had no clue what he was doing, so you tried to show him, almost.

After a while, you pull away and rest your forehead on his. He ignores the slight pain of the fresh bruises that were there.

"I love you. . ." Niragi whispers, almost inaudibly. You heard it though, and you felt your lips rising to a smile.

"I love you, too, Gi."

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Ever since that night, Niragi seemed to have been a tad bit more clingy then normal. You didn't mind though. In fact, you found it absolutely adorable.

However, the happiness didn't last long.

Your mother came home one day, and announced that she had found her "soulmate" and that you were going to move to where he was.

England.

When you found this out, you lost it. She thinks that she can just make you pack up your things and move you and your little siblings in with a complete stranger in a whole other country?! No.

And so, you yelled. You screamed. You cried. You almost broke out into a physical fight until you remembered that you had two small children to think of who were watching this whole thing go down. After about an hour of the tears and pure anger, you stormed out of the house. You pulled out your phone and quickly texted Niragi, telling him to meet you under the bridge you first met.

When he got there, he found you standing there; a cigarette in your mouth, and tear stained cheeks. You're not a smoker. And you never cry. He immediately knew something bad happened.

"Y/N? What's wrong." He asked as soon as he reached you. You let out the final puff of smoke and throw the cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. You don't look at him as you respond.

"I'm moving. My mother is making me move to England." You respond, a single tear falling from your eye. He says nothing as he stares at you in shock. His mouth was open and his eyes held nothing but heartbreak. You don't dare look at him, knowing that it would end badly if you did. "I'm sorry, Niragi."

You look to the ground, more tears falling no matter how much you try to stop them.

"Y/N. . ." He trails off. You shake your head, your lip trembling as you finally allow for a sob to fall from your lips. You raise your hand and cover your eyes as your sobs continue to fall. Niragi is quick to move to hug you. He buries his head in the crook of your neck as you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Niragi couldn't believe it. You were leaving him for who knows how long. There was a good chance he could never see you again. His best friend. His favorite person ever. The person that brought him the only happiness he's felt in years, was leaving. Probably for good.

You quickly try to regain yourself, managing to stop your tears before pulling away. You place your hands on the side of his face and make him look up at you. "I can't stop this from happening, but I can do one thing."

"What is it?" You smile down at him. A sad but genuine smile.

"I leave in a week, how about you and I make this last bit of time together the best we can?" You offer, trying to find a way to cheer him up. Niragi smiles back, nodding in response. You then lean down and give him a quick peck on the lips.

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It was the night before you were leaving. All your items were packed up in cardboard boxes and were on their way to your new house. But here you sat, right next to Niragi on a blanket at the edge of a sort of cliff area just outside of Tokyo, watching the stars.

You did just as you said you would. You both made this last week together the best you could. You took him to all sorts of places, and had so much fun. You went hiking, you took him on dates in fancy restaurants and to the movies, you had a few spicy make-out sessions, you danced like idiots, you played in the rain, you just had the most fun you could.

Although through this whole time, both of you felt as if there was something missing, but you could never figure out what it was. And it was bothering you heavily.

So, as you sit there next to him, you rack through the possibilities in your brain. There was also something lingering in the air. Something you also couldn't quite put your finger on. But whatever it was, it was strong. You're certain he could feel it too.

After a bit, you bring your gaze back down to look at Niragi. You couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate his beauty. He was such a handsome guy. It shocked you how someone as good-looking as him was the one who got bullied.

It wasn't fair, honestly. He was one of the sweetest, and most caring people you'd ever met, and he was treated like shit by almost everyone in his life. He didn't deserve any of it. He deserved to be cared for, appreciated, and loved. He deserved to have respect.

It shocked you that after how horrible he has been treated, he is still this sweetheart. You should know, you've been treated the same way he has.

When your father was still alive, you felt as if you had the perfect life. Both your parents loved you, you had so many great friends, and everyone seemed to like you. You were a nice little lady. That was, until your family received the news of your fathers death.

Everything went downhill from there.

Your mother was pregnant, so she couldn't mourn without the stress of it all effecting the babies. And after she gave birth and was out of the hospital, the memories the house had was too much for her to handle, so you moved. And right after that, she started drinking.

The drinking lead to drugs, and the drugs lead to hooking up with drug dealers, which lead to marrying random guys and getting divorces. With every new guy she married, the more abuse you would have to suffer. Whether it would be physically, or sexually, or mentally.

And because of the fact that you always took the hits aimed at your siblings, you always found yourself crying yourself to sleep from the pain. That was until you started fighting back.

You managed to get a job and find a karate studio that was willing to take in a newbie. So, with each lesson, you found yourself being able to fight back more and better. Until eventually, you managed to put a stop to it.

He must've felt your eyes on him, because after a bit, he turns his head and looks back at you. And as you look into his eyes, you finally make the realization of what was missing.

You move your hand so it rests on the side of his face. As your thumb begins to caress his soft skin, you're sure he figured it out as well. You both continue to stare into each others eyes, both of them filled with nothing but longing for one another.

And so, you lean in and connect your lips. This kiss was different then all your others. This kiss was more loving, and passionate then the others. It was a shame when you pulled away. Niragi had to stop himself from trying to chase after your lips.

"There's just one more thing that could make this week so much better then it is." You whisper as you rest your forehead on his.

"What is it?" He asks, although it was clear both of you knew what it was. He opens his eyes when you pull yourself back fully. Your eyes don't leave his as you push off your jacket. The only time you break eye contact is when you pull your shirt over your head. His eyes widen a bit as you reach behind yourself and unhook your brassier.

Niragi gulps as his eyes slowly begin to trail down from your face. He takes his time when taking in the sight in front of him. The first thing he noticed, wasn't your breasts, but instead the many scars that littered your torso.

He couldn't stop himself. He crawled towards you, and when he arrived in front of you, he reached his hand out and gently ran his fingers over a few of them. He doesn't look up at you as he begins to speak.

"What happened?" He whispered. You shake your head.

"Nothing you need to be worried about. Tonight, I want you to forget all your worries. I'll take care of you. Can you do that for me?" You bring your hand up and hook a finger under his chin, moving his head so he's looking up at you. "Please?"

Niragi nods. And so, you attach your lips with his.

And so, when the night was done, you filled the part that was missing in both of you. You made love.

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All of those memories. They always remain in your head. No matter what, no matter how long it's been, no matter how much you've moved on. They're always there. Almost as if they're haunting you.

And now, in the world you're in, they provide some comfort. Each night you go to sleep, knowing that you could easily die any day now, those memories distract you from reality.

You were coming to Tokyo to visit Niragi, hoping that he would still be living there even after all those years. You had lost contact with him after you moved. Your mothers husband broke your phone after you "talked back" to him, and you were too broke to get another one. And by the time you could get another one, he changed his number.

While you were using the bathroom at the airport, the power went out and the busy room became dead silent. After you had finished, you exited your stall and found yourself all alone in the building.

After finding the usually busy streets of Tokyo empty as well, confusion was the only thing you felt. However, after running around for what felt like hours, you found another person. A man.

His name was Arisu. Apparently, he had gotten trapped here with his two friends, Karube and Chota, around the same time you did. He brought you back to where they agreed to meet after they searched around.

When you met the other two, you were pleased to find that they all seemed to be friendly. Chota was a cute little fellow with a big heart. He reminded you of Niragi a bit. Karube, on the other hand, he seemed to be a bit of a dick at some points, but nothing too horrible. Arisu was a pretty nice guy as well.

You got to know the three boys after a while. All four of you were sitting in a circle in the middle of a normally busy street, the sun had set so it was pretty dark now, and you were just chatting.

"So, Y/N," Karube says, causing you to look over at him. "What were you doing when everyone disappeared?"

"Taking a piss in the airport bathroom. You?" Arisu and Chota giggle a bit, causing you to grin. Karube chuckles along.

"We were hiding from the cops in a bathroom stall." You raise an eyebrow.

"Should I be concerned?" Karube shakes his head.

"Nah. We were just being idiots and ended up in trouble." You nod.

"Gotcha." The four of you continued to talk for a while. But then, one of the buildings came to life with it's screens showing a big, white, and brightly lit square with words on it. "This was to the gaming area" with an arrow pointing towards an area where another bright light could be seen was what was on it.

You all went towards the area, and that's where you met another chick, Shibuki, who explained the whole thing. And that's how you found out about the games.

After that, the five of you stuck together. Although, you didn't really trust the new chick too much. She gave you bad vibes, to be perfectly honest. But there wasn't much you could do.

You and them went through two other games together, somehow managing to survive. The second one, it was only you, Karube, and Arisu, since Chota had gotten injured at the first game and you guys wanted to get some practice in. But the third one, you all went.

The third game, oh boy. The third game was horrible. There was a great panic that the game caused. Only one person could survive that game. And through many tears, everyone was ready to accept their fate.

That was, until you came up with an idea.

Of course, it wasn't a set stone idea, and it could've very well have killed everyone as well, but it was the only thing you all had to go on. But when you tested it out, well, almost all of you made it out.

Your idea turned out to be the answer of how everyone could get out of there, but by the time you thought of it, there was only enough time to save four of you.

You were in the middle of working on saving Shibuki, but the timer ran out, and her neck exploded.

So that was unfortunate, but at least four of you survived instead of just one.

After that, you guys ran into another girl, Usagi, and she somehow joined your little squad as well. She was cool in your book. After she joined, you guys discovered this place called the Beach.

And that's where you were now, standing by the swimming pool they had there, in a swimsuit that was covered by your jacket, and a drink in your hand while you were talking to Arisu, Chota, and Usagi. Karube was off doing whatever he was doing.

"This place seems unbelievable. Don't you think?" You ask, looking around at all the people enjoying themselves. You then look back at the three in front of you. They all nod in response. "It's curious how they were able to get electricity here. What do you think, Chota?"

Chota looks up at you, confused on why you asked him.

"You're smart when it comes to electronic things, how do you think they managed to get electricity here?" You ask as you take a sip from your drink. He thinks for a moment.

"Probably a generator. A pretty powerful one, most likely, if it's able to power this whole place. Since it used to be a hotel, they usually have back-up generators for in case the power every goes out. But it uses a lot of gas, though." He explains. You nod as you swallow your drink.

"Makes sense." You mumble. "I wonder where Karube is. Where do you guys think-"

"Well, what do we have here?" You hear someone say from behind you. You freeze, dropping the glass in your hand and causing it to shatter. You recognize the voice immediately.

No. He can't be here. It can't be him. No, no, no, no. Please don't be him. Oh, please no.

Your friends in front of you jump back when you drop the glass, quickly looking up to find you with wide eyes and all the blood drained from your face. Your heart begins to race. Why is he here?

Everyone around you had grown silent as soon as him and his team came in. You gulp. The guilt from you abandoning him comes crashing on you all at once. You can't face him now. You're not ready. But, you don't have a choice.

Your friends stare up at you with concern, but none of them dare speak.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! Do something!

"Hey, I'm talking to you." He says after you continue to stand frozen. He grabs your shoulder and spins you around so you're facing him. As soon as he sees your face, he freezes as well. The heavy machine gun that rests in his hand falls to the ground. Everyone around you looks at the two of you in confusion. Did you know each other?

You didn't want to believe it. You denied it as much as you could. He can't be here too. Why did he have to be here? You refused to believe it. But, there he was, standing right in front of you. He had changed drastically, but it was still him. Suguru Niragi, was standing right in front of you.

His hair was longer, almost down to his shoulders, and he had piercing's now. One on his right eyebrow, on the right side of his nose, and you could see, since his mouth was hanging open, he had a tongue piercing as well. His face had aged a bit, his smile lines being more noticeable.

You looked different as well. Your face showed a bit of age from the very faint worry lines on your forehead and, like him, your smile lines were more noticeable as well. Your hair was shorter, and in a different style. And, you gained a few new tattoos and piercings. But unlike him, yours weren't face piercings.

Just like you, he couldn't believe that you were here. Why were you here? You shouldn't be here. You didn't deserve to be here. But, if you're here, why were you in Tokyo in the first place? Did you finally come back to him?

"Y/N. . . ?" He trails off, still in denial. You can't be here. You can't be real. He must be dreaming. Or he somehow got high as fuck. But nope. It's real. You're real. And you're standing right in front of him.

"Niragi. . ." You trail off. And with that, he reaches his hand out, about to touch your arm before you beat him to it. You engulf him in a hug. He doesn't waste a second hugging you back.

"Are you real? Are you here?" He whispers, closing his eyes tightly. He holds you as tight as he can, you doing the same, just in case this is fake and your not actually here.

"Yes, I'm here. I'm here, and I'm not leaving." You whisper back, holding him as close as possible. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

[itsnamjoonssi]

I only play these games ‘cause you’re playing them, too | Suguru Niragi; part ii

Title taken from “Blue Faces, Blue” by Bu|rrell

part i part ii part iii (preview)

Genre: slight angst, romance, suggestive themes

Pairing(s): Niragi/Reader, Chishiya/Reader

Prompt: Niragi still being an asshole, Chishiya also being an asshole

Summary: You weren’t sure why, but you convinced yourself it was a blessing. You didn’t attempt conversation with him, the both of you acted as if the other person didn’t exist. It was mostly fine except… he was acting weird.

P.S. I wrote this kind of weird but I liked it enough to keep so 🤷🏾‍♀️

Italics - Japanese

Normal - English

A little jealousyYyYyY naega anin~~ 🤪

Niragi had been ignoring you. Normally you couldn’t get him to leave you the hell alone, but now he was going out of his way to stay away from you.

You weren’t sure why, but you convinced yourself it was a blessing. You didn’t attempt conversation with him, the both of you acted as if the other person didn’t exist. It was mostly fine except… he was acting weird.

The Niragi you knew was obnoxious and loud, and excessively violent. He fired his rifle every 2 hours usually, using it to threaten someone or just because he could. This Niragi was quiet, he brooded and glared, staring into space. But this Niragi had also killed an insane amount of people over the past week, the numbers were ridiculous, even for him.

What was his deal?

…

You weren’t shocked. He could fuck whoever he liked, he could fuck everyone at The Beach and everyone in The Borderlands if he felt like it. You had no hold on him, you shouldn’t have cared.

But you did.

You weren’t hurt, per se, more annoyed than anything else. Annoyed and— disappointed? A part of you, however small, had liked him. You had wanted him despite yourself.

You let out a scoff before pushing yourself away from the bar, tearing your eyes away from where Niragi had wrapped himself around a pretty girl. You grabbed your drink and wandered along the edge of the dance floor.

The music had turned sensual, you watched Niragi from the corner of your eye, his hand was on her chest. You took a long sip from your drink, your lips closed around the vibrant, red straw as you cast your eyes down.

“Alright, Y/n?”

You rolled your eyes. Not another psycho.

“Fine, Chishiya. What brings you here? Thought you hated everything human.” you switched to English, stepping closer to the blonde-haired man to better hear him over the booming music.

“I don't hate humans, just the stupid ones.” he replied, his hands stuffed into his pockets and his shoulders were relaxed. But his narrowed gaze gave him away, he was watching everyone and everything around the two of you.

“Ah, so you hate humans.” you retorted, your voice flat even as someone bumped into you, pushing you closer to the cat-like man. He smirked before giving a conceding nod.

“I don't hate you. Does that mean anything?” you laughed, he wanted something from you. You didn't have the same mind for tricks and clever schemes as he did, but you could read people, you knew when someone was trying to manipulate you.

His words became slippery and careful, his posture carefully relaxed and open towards you. You rolled your eyes again, knocking your drink back before looking into his eyes.

“What do you want, kitty?” you questioned, aiming to annoy him with the nickname. He showed no reaction other than a scoffed laugh, he stepped closer until you were chest to chest. He reached a hand out to your waist, his long fingers dug into your flesh slightly.

You remained unimpressed but followed his lead, slinging an arm over his shoulder. He leaned into your ear, his cheek brushed yours.

“What happened between you and Niragi? He had been following you around like a puppy and now he has his hand down a girl’s swimsuit.”

You couldn't help flicking your eyes over to where Niragi had been shoving his tongue down her throat, he didn’t seem as interested anymore. His eyes flickered in your direction and you suddenly understood Chishiya’s true intentions. The girl was kissing Niragi’s neck and pawing at his chest, his hand was down her swimsuit. Your brow furrowed and you scoffed again before pressing your lips to Chishiya’s ear.

“Absolutely nothing. He saved my ass in the last game we went on together and since then he's been pretending I don't exist. I don't know what I did, and I don’t care, he can fuck all the way off and so can you.” you stepped away from Chishiya and turned to go back to the bar, ready for another drink before he attached himself to your back.

He brought a hand to your jaw, turning your ear towards his lips, once more. His other arm wrapped around your waist.

“He’s out of control, somehow he's even worse than before. He’ll kill everyone at The Beach before next week comes around if you don't fix this.” Chishiya’s tone was mild but you could tell he was serious.

You could very clearly see Niragi from the way Chishiya had positioned your face, he had straightened and was barely paying the girl any more attention, pulling his head away from her small hands so he could stay focused on you.

You sighed and relaxed back into Chishiya’s body, he took your weight with ease, he had started moving the two of you to the music and you felt your lips curl in amusement.

“How are his temper tantrums my problem?”

Chishiya was a startlingly good dancer for someone who steered clear of large groups of sweaty, drunk people. He was also surprisingly in tune with your body, you noticed as he guided your hips against his own.

“Because he’s obsessed with you. He might even love you.” your head snapped around, you glared into Chishiya’s cold and calculating eyes. You couldn't help but sense something familiar in that gaze. You huffed a small laugh, he and Niragi really were similar at times.

“He isn't.” you argued, spinning in Chishiya’s arms and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Then why can't he stop staring at you, Y/n?” he whispered before turning so your back was facing Niragi. You hissed at Chishiya and held yourself back from stomping on his foot as he ground his hips into you, you rolled your body against his, still playing along with him for whatever reason.

You glanced at Chishiya to see his eyes fixed on something behind you, he smirked before turning his nose into your hair, inhaling before flicking his tongue against the shell of your ear.

“Ew, don't lick me, stupid cat.” you grumbled in his mother tongue, his eyes were still empty of any emotion even as his palms settled over the curve of your ass.

“Gotta make it seem convincing, Y/n.” He pushed a thigh between both of yours and you rolled your eyes again, tangling your hands in his hair and pulling hard, exposing his Adam’s apple and collar bones. He let out an impressive groan and you snorted in laughter before leaning closer.

You had just brushed your lips against the underside of his jaw when a harsh hand ripped you away from the blonde-haired man.

[jhynka]

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perhaps aib characters with a s/o who sleeps a lot and sleeps everywhere, nothing is stopping them from getting those 8+ hrs of hitting the hay. theyre always sleepy so they kind of feel bad for not being awake to spend time outside of the games but ???? beauty sleep to win the games ya know?

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Arisu:

There was one time he couldn't find you that made him look for you all over the Beach, only to find you fast asleep in the bathtub. He'd carry you in his arms and lay you down on the bed so that you could sleep comfortably. While he lays down besides you, admiring your sleeping figure, he'd wonder to himself how you are so sleepy all the time. Even when you just wake up from an eight hour sleep, he'd be surprised to hear you say that you're still sleepy.

Chishiya:

Even before you were his, Chishiya would always notice how you would doze off during executive meetings. He found you interesting because given at any place and at any hour, you'll fall fastly asleep, doing the bare minimum or not. He knew he wasn't supposed to care for you in a world like this but he couldn't help it, instead of letting your head hit the car's window and hearing the thud sounds it made as they go back to Beach, he'd place a hand on your head, slowly bringing you to lean on his shoulder.

Niragi:

You being sleepy all the time is what made him call you Sleeping Beauty. He thought you looked cute slowly dozing off, but what wouldn't look cute is when a random resident of the Beach would offer their shoulder for you. Would immediately feel the rage in his body while going over to you, carrying you in his arms and bringing you back to the shared room. As he lays you down in bed, he'd be already right besides you, wrapping his arms around your frame as he falls asleep next to you.

Last Boss:

Samura learned that when you would rest your head on his shoulder, it meant that you are getting sleepy. He found this little sleepy habit of course cute. He would pull you closer to him, planting a kiss on top of your head, loving the idea how you're comfortable enough with him.

Usagi:

Usagi was looking forward to spending time with you tonight. Having promised to have dinner, hang together in the pool area for a bit before going back to the room and then sleep. While all sounds nice, Usagi tried to stop herself from chuckling because she could see how you're trying to stay awake while dipping your legs together in the pool. You were trying so hard for her and she appreciated you for that.

Kuina:

Would be so excited to go back to the Beach as you promised her that you'll be spending time with her after the games. On the way back, her heart kept beating fast, excited to see you. But on her way to the shared room with you, she found you already there and fast asleep, curled to yourself while hugging the pillow she uses. It was a sight to see that made Kuina's heart make a leap, but will scold you when you wake up for sleeping on her.