#sunato banda x you

[omniscient-wanderer-of-worlds]

Strength | Banda Sunato

Pairing: Banda Sunato x Fem!Reader

Author's note: Hi, my exams are not over yet haha, but I'll just drop this here for those interested.

I try to make it readable as a standalone fic but there is a part 1 and (part 2).

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Weird relationship (it's Banda, a serial killer), Violence? (Still aib), potential spelling/grammar mistakes? And soft Banda idk, suggestive themes but no mature content

Summary: Banda Sunato takes his girl to the Jack of Hearts game and is impressed by her strength.

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You were falling. A pit formed in your stomach from the suddden height difference you were experiencing and it left you wondering if this is what one of those attractions at the amusement park felt like. You only knew that people descibed it as moving down in the elevator and felt that this was indeed an accurate analogy.

You hadn’t willingly dropped youself off the edge of the building, but were trying to escape the other player who had tried to steal your key and you fiercly hoped Banda knew that as well. Well, you weren’t really in any danger anyway, you thought to yourself. Luck is always on your side, right?

And sure enough, your dress got caught by a street light hanging from the side of the building, which slowed down your fall. You threw a glance beneath you and sighed at the moment of impact. A convenient a trash container filled with soft trash bags allowed you to survive without a scratch again.

“Thanks”, you said out loud to no one in particular.

You looked around. Now the real issue is going to be trying to get out of the container and back into the building without touching the floor. Though you had faith in your unrealistic luck, you knew the rules of the game and were not going to test your luck either.

The main problem was that someone did take away the key that you had to find, meaning you had to find another one if you wanted to leave the premise alive again.

And just as you thought about it, a key fell into your lap. You couldn't help but laugh. Someone up there was really overdoing it huh. It's kind getting unfair at this point, you thought amusedly right before a rope dropped into your lap.

You looked up in surprise. “Sunato!” You happily exclaimed when you saw his head hanging out the window.

“There’s four minutes left, hurry up and tie it around your waist.”

“I knew I’d be fine,” was the first this that left your mouth when Banda pulled you inside through the window. His hands stayed in a firm grip around your wrist but he shrugged.

“I know. You wouldn’t leave me.” He stated in a whisper in your ear when he leaned in to undo the knot in the rope around your waist.

“Where did you get this new key from? Did you find it or steal it?” You couldn’t help but ask. He smiled. “Whichever makes you sleep better tonight.” He answered humorously, looking down on you. You swatted his chest with a frown.

“Not the old lady though, right?”

“No, that would upset you.” He reassured you.

You huffed and grabbed his hand. “You better know it.”

He lead you out the room the same way he got in. Across several chairs, a table, a matrass laying on the floor, a dead body that you recognised as the guy who stole your key, and then onto the handrail of the stairs to slide to the floor below.

You held your breath and pulled up your feet, careful to not let the strange synthetic material of the game-specific shoes go within an inch of the floor where you could see a sheen of red light of lasers.

You didn’t really know what this relationship was between you and Banda, you realised while walking away from the game venue in silence, still hand in hand with him. You were partners, as he called it. He’d made it pretty clear two months ago that you were to stay by his side because you were his. In return he kept his promise and introduced a variety of things to you. Lots of things happened in the past two months and despite everything, you stayed.

Even after getting the opportinity to leave when you were both taken to some warehouse by the brother of one of Banda’s victims in the real world. The unknown man had let you go after beating you up and ‘confirming’ that you were just Banda’s next victim. You’d played along, walking out with a relieved face and then came back with a gun. You weren’t planning on killing anyone, just wanted to scare them.

When Banda was released however, he had ripped the gun from your hands, turned you to face him to pull you into a kiss, and pulled the trigger. You’d been upset with him for a while and he'd sworn to you that he had only killed the guy for your sake.

Everything was for you. Killing the innocent lady because she was slowing everyone down, including you. Killing the two creepy men because he sensed that they made you uncomfortable. Killing the person that tried to stab him, not for attempted murder on him, because that person tried to take him away from you.

In a sick way, it made you feel safe and cared for. So of course you stayed. And though you weren’t sure of what your relationship with Banda was exactly, you were happy, you decided.

You were slumped half on top of him, your face in the crook of his neck. He had one arm wrapped around you while the other was drawing circles on your bare back. “Why is it so noisy outside?” you grumbled.

Gunshots? No, it's more... sparkly. After taking a moment to let your brain wake up as well, you sat up straight. “Is that firework?” You asked Banda, and glanced down at him to see that he was enjoying looking at your chest. You covered yourself with your arms and opened your mouth to repeat the question when he answered.

“Someone cleared the 10 of hearts game. They announced that the next stage of face cards will start at 12 noon tomorrow.” His eyes flickered across your face and he was pleased to note your excitement which matched his own.

You jumped up from the bed and ran to the window to admire the fireworks lighting up the sky. The view from this hightower apartment was perfect. “Sunato, do I get to pick the first game?” You asked and pleadingly looked at him.

He’d gotten up as well and was standing behind you, chest pressed to your back. “Which one interests you?” He asked before he dipped his head down to your neck to start a trail of kisses. His lips curled up in a smile when you responded.

“We could start with a jack of hearts.”

You slept until you heard loud bangs. This time it was gunshots for sure. Banda looked alert and you quickly slipped on a new unripped dress while Banda went to grab a knife from the kitchen. When you looked to your left, you saw a card move by. The king of spades?

You made the mistake of walking towards the window and looked out it. Before you could even register the enormous blimp moving past the building, you were met with a barrage of bullets.

Despite having closed your eyes, moved your arms in front of your face and having ducked, your eyes were stinging with pain.

Banda, who heard the gunshots, followed by your screams, ran in while avoiding bullets and grabbed you under your arms. He proceeded to practically drag you across the floor to another room.

Banda grabbed your face despite your whimpering. There was glass in your hair and you had gashes all over your face. Some were quite deep like the one across your eyelids with more pieces of glass stuck inside them. Blood was dripping from your wounds into your eyes.

He quickly scanned you up and down to check for bullet wounds andd when he found none, he shook his head in relief. He then chuckled. Despite everything, your dress was still spotless.

"My eyes feel like they're getting stabbed", you choked out.

Banda nodded, not that you'd be able to see it, and went to wipe your face clean as best as he could. The king of spades had stopped firing at the apartment. He probably moved on to find new targets.

Banda opened your eyes forcibly and saw that they were bloodshot. You jerked your head out of his grasp and clamped your eyes shut again.

The gash on your eyelid had reopened when you opened your eyes and blood started seeping into your eyes again.

"I'm going to wrap bandages around your head. Keep your eyes close." He instructed and you did as he told you. "It's going to be alright though, isn't it Sunato?" You asked, trying to get some reassurance.

"I'm not a doctor." He said. Well there goes faith.

Unbothered Banda continued. "We need to make way towards the jack of hearts venue. We'll be safe from the king of spades there."

You shook your head. "I can't see though, I'm going to be a bother." You felt him grasp your hand and he pulled you up.

"I promised you that you're safe with me. Trust me." He said. "This just makes things more interesting, alright?"

You thought about it for a moment. "Well if you put it like that," you laughed. "I guess you're right. It's a new experience for sure."

Banda sqeezed your hand in agreement and as if to say he was impressed by your ability to stay strong. Your hold onto his hand tightened as he lead you to the streets in the direction of the blimp wiith the jack of hearts card.

Even though you'd seen death before and weren't nearly as bothered by it as you should be, he found comfort in the fact that you couldn't see the scattered bodies across the street.

"Are we there?" you asked. The two of you had stopped walking. "What does it look like."

"It's a prison. This will make for an interesting game." He said and you could hear him smirk. Banda pulled you along. "Let's go."

The voice registered you two entering and started giving out instructions. Despite the bandages that covered your eyes, the phone was still able to go through with facial recognition.

With the collars in place, you and Banda moved up to the central area.

"Guess the suit on the back of your collar after each round." The voice explained and you whipped your head into Banda's direction. "I will try to open my eyes and tell you your suit." You immediately said to him.

"No". He immediately interjected. "It's going to be fine. You're a human lucky charm after all."

You nodded your head and listened to the rest of the explainations of the game. When it ended, people immediately started to group up and you were starting to get anxious again. How was Banda going to guess his suit correctly?

Just as you were stressing about it, a voice behind you interrupted your thought process.

"She can't tell you your suit so I'll tell you yours if you tell me mine."

You frowned and were about to ask him who he thinks he is for adressing Banda so directly and impolitely, but Banda spoke up before you could.

He let go of your hand and stepped forwards to what you guessed was the new guy. Though you disliked the guy's tone, you hoped Banda would accept his help as he needed someone to tell him his suit. You released your breath when he did.

Banda introduced you as his partner and the guy introduced himself as Matsushita. They told you your suit and started to tell eachother their suits.

"I'm going to get something to eat" you announced and put a few steps into a random direction when you realised you had no idea where you were walking to. It had been a while since you've been this helpless, you thought to yourself bitterly. So when Banda put his hand on your lower back to guide you, you snapped at him. Annoyed because it reminded you of your life before the borderlands. Always men in suits guiding you back inside the building, watching your every move.

"I'm sorry Sunato" you immediately apologized afterwards. "I wanna go on my own." You explained and he seeemed to understand. "Follow the wall to your left. Keep going straight." He simply replied. You nodded and walked off.

"These cookies are really good." You heard coming from beside you. You hadn't realised you sat down at a table next to someone else. You felt the stranger push a package of cookies in your hand.

"Thanks." You said, gratefully.

Thinking about it, you hadn't actually conversed with anyone in the past month except for Banda.

You nodded his way as a thank you and got up. Before you could leave the room, he called after you. "You should disinfect those wounds. Wash out your eyes and get rid of the glass. It's also better not to cover your eyes with a bandage, let it breathe." Chishiya didn't know why he said that. Maybe because you seemed familiar. He'd ponder about that one for a while.

You followed his advise and had Banda help you. It benefited you to walk around without bandages because you were able to discern light and dark.

When the hour passed, Banda walked you to a cell. "Sunato" you called to him. "See you in a moment." You felt a pat on your head in response.

"Well then, please state your suit."

You sighed relaxedly. You trusted Banda so this was easy for you. "Diamond."

For a second nothing happened and then the door behind you buzzed. You stepped back, stumbled over your own feet and fell the the floor. "Fuck" you whispered as you got up and hopped on your right leg while you clutched your left ankle.

The door behind you was ripped open. Before you could turn around and ask who it was, you felt Banda hold you. His heart was beating fast and you realised you must've worried him by not exiting immediately.

"I knew I'd be fine." You said and turned around to him. "You wouldn't leave me."

Banda grabbed you by your neck, pressed his lips against yours aggressively and pushed you against the wall, his other hand on the back of your head to brace the impact.

You reciprocated the kiss and wrapped your arms around him, while his moved and lifted your dress up. His hands roamed your body and finally settled on your sides, pressing himself against you.

Matsushita had seen Banda rush in your cell and was now patiently waiting outside for the both of you. He jumped at the sounds that came from inside, and when he looked through the small gap in the door which confirmed his suspicions, his eyes widened before immediately averting them and hurrying away.

'So they're partner-partners', he thought to himself, and he shook his head, trying to shake the image away.

[vumming]

alice in borderland — imagine w/ the male characters

contents : friends to lovers, mini story, suggestive af, kinda soft, nsfw ( for mature audiences only )

I HAD THE STRONG URGE TO TYPE "good girl/boy" anyway I'm going back to work.

“Can I tell you something? I've liked you since the beginning.”

Thump.

Thump.

“As do I.”

Lust. It burns every fiber of rationality the more you try to extinguish it. Love, it creeps as slow as it can, and cannot be identified before it is too late.

Like—why do you like him? You find yourself wondering as you gaze upon the man before you. A friend, you once called him. There was a reason for the closeness and connection you both had built.

Too close or too loose?

This friendship that's budding another flower—was it even platonic at the beginning?

Deep breath, tight heart, throbbing feels. Hands coming to cover your budding arousal. His hand grazed your neck, stopping—and you pray to anyone who can hear that he cannot hear your quick breathing and rapid heartbeat.

“Are you nervous?”

It was supposed to be an innocent hang out, a movie at his place. but it seems fate has other things at hand.

Intentional. Fiery palm trailing from the side of your neck, down to your shoulder, stopping to your arm. “Am I making you nervous?” His whisper is tickling on your ear.

“Since back then,” He blows a small puff on your ear and you can feel him smile as you flinch at the sudden air, “I've been dreaming of having you as my own.” Calloused hand drags sideways, meeting in the middle, where your collarbone is.

He taps, “And now, I have you for myself.”

The other, makes it way to your stomach, “Would you like me to stop?”

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“No.”

And he grins. “Your wish, is my command.”

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Loose yourself to the rhythm.

Feel the thunderous beat of every veins and breath in the magic. In a world so constricting, it's no wonder everyone must go out and let it all out.

Lips all over your skin and blazing contacts of warm hands travel, further and further. Pads of the fingers pin down all of the spots that sends ecstasies of shivers, mewl of pleasure and groan of satisfaction. The noise from the outside world simply became a background buzz as your hearing became static, too lost in the euphoric treasure it gives.

“Enjoying yourself, hun?” he purrs, wet lips drawling lines across your navel, eyes dropping to your expression as he drown and feels himself immersed in the constant change of your face.

“Don't stop..”

His throat swells and release a breathless chuckle, lifting himself from his position to close in on your dazed look. “Oh I won't.” Head tilted with a smirk lining his features.

“But I do want to hear you beg.”

His fingers drags themselves painfully slow in your walls and you find yourself panting at the feeling. “Please.” Whimper comes out of your lips, trying hard to chase release.

But in and out, he sticks to his words. “I can't hear you, louder.” The ministration halt right in time as his voice comes out, “Please.. Please Don't stop!”

He huffs in amusement, resuming the work as he closes the distance, chaste and quick steal of a kiss before they go down, down, down.

“Good.” He drawls.

He lick a stripe on the middle of your chest, “That's my pretty baby, always listenin' to me.”

Higher, faster, quick—light dims and spots began to appear, how many times have you done it? How much time has passed? You couldn't tell, not with how hot the room is, how warm his mouth is, how precise his touches are.

Everything is nothing, and this, became everything. “You earn it, don't you?” Words utter lightly with pants in-between. “My pretty baby, all spread out like this.”

“I'm kind to you because you're too pretty for me to handle, yeah?” But you couldn't reply. Bite. Not enough to draw addictive red, but enough to cause a bit of flame on your chest.

Suck. It's soothing, your perception of stimulation went high, blurry as they can get. Skin touch sensitive for the past hours it has started.

“Don't you..” It's a bit jumbled, the words, and he seems to have realized, popping off of your chest with a satisfied look on the mark before they trail down, “Don't you fall asleep on me now before we finish, a'ight?” He chuckles, fingers wet in slick and fluids, “After all.”

“We still have more to try.”

[hayato-isomura-is-hot]

I'm 🤏🏼 close to writing a Sunato Banda fanfic even though I've never wrote one before lol

[grievedeeply]

HEY LAUFEYY!! i saw your requests were open so i wanted to send you one!! could you do headcanons of how you think chishiya and banda would kiss reader?!?! that would be great!!!!!

ZACCCC hey thank you for requesting!!! i love this idea so much sooo i hope i did them justice even though this is kindaaaa short??? LMFAO i dunno i didnt want to get too repetitive. in my mind they can behave very similarly

characters included: chishiya shuntaro and banda sunato

gn!reader | no tws | join my taglist!! | tags: @hawkins-hs @energeticsirens @fiona782

kissing headcanons with..

chishiya shuntaro

this man... when i'm saying he knows exactly what to i'm being completely serious

everything about him is so captivating, and his kisses are no different. he knows that and uses it to his advantage whenever he feels the need to

where he puts his hands depend on where you put yours. if yours are on his chest he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer. if your arms are around his neck his hands rest on your hips

his lips are so soft, too. he takes care of himself really well even though his appearance isn't a priority

chishiya doesn't kiss in public, especially when he was at the beach. if you're together then, expect kissing to be solely in private. it's what he feels okay with

after the ten of hearts game, he starts to warm up to the idea of kissing you in public. it won't ever be too much but he's okay with a quick kiss, sometimes longer ones if the two of you are splitting up

when he kisses you, he's very soft. his touches are gentle, no matter what sort of mood he might be in. he's good at masking his emotions, so you wouldn't have any idea if he's angry unless he tells you

pinning you against the wall to kiss you..... definitely something he does

he loves seeing how embarrassed you get just from his actions. it's a bit of an ego boost, but it makes him feel really good about himself knowing he can make you react that way

really fond of kissing your cheeks and forehead too. it's quick and simple, and a way of showing his love for you in a way he knows you like

he kisses at anything he can reach if you're cuddling. that could be your neck, lips or even your chest depending on the position

he's.... so sweet. very very sweet. whispers his praises against your lips and everything <3

he knows how to get you flustered, but he really does enjoy kissing you. he wasn't too big on it before but he likes it much more with you :)

banda sunato

like chishiya, he knows what to do

he reads you like an open book, knowing exactly what you like just by watching you. it's simple in his mind, but you're blown away by his mind as you usually are

he has experience, but he doesn't really use what he knows from previous partners when he's with you. he learns you. you're different, and he adores it

he loves the way your lips feel on his. it's probably one of— if not his favorite— things to feel. your touch is calming to him and it helps calm his brain after a long day

veryyyy into kissing your neck

he'll come up from behind you, wrap his arms around your waist and just start kissing at your neck. it embarrasses you and he thinks it's the cutest thing in the world

he loves watching how flustered you get from him. it's so simple and yet.. it makes him feel nice. seeing that reaction from you makes him realize how loved he is

your lips are probably his favorite thing to kiss but he will take your hands and kiss your knuckles. it's something he thought was sweet, so he started doing it

he doesn't ever really want to stop kissing, honestly. if he didn't have to breathe, he didn't think he would ever pull away from you

though, when he's angry, frustrated.. really emotional, he's willing to get a bit more rough with you if you say he can

he won't hurt you, but if you explicitly tell him you don't mind helping him take his frustrations out, he jumps at the opportunity whenever he sees fit

he's pretty in control of his emotions though, so it happens pretty rarely

teases you a lot but really big on compliments too. it's 50/50 with him sometimes

[prodbyblush]

I KNOW THIS IS ODDLY SPECIFIC BUT

Can I get AIB characters (if you can only do a few I’d definitely want chisiya and Kuina) with a S/O who kisses their stuffed animals goodnight

ｎｏｗ ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ …

▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 100%

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

・❥・ requested

→ gn!reader

KUINA knew you had a soft spot for stuffed toys as it helps you sleep better at night; the toys fighting against your nightmares as you reasoned to her. Your cuteness would definitely get onto her, giving not only you a good night kiss but also your stuffed toy a kiss on the nose too.

CHISHIYA had never met someone who kisses their stuffed animals before going to bed until he met you. It was strange as per his thoughts, but as strange as he thinks it is, it was a good kind of strange. If it makes you happy, who is he to take away your happiness?

Sure he'd get jealous because you'd cuddle with your plushie before going to bed, but he'd rather die than let you know that he finds you adorable with your cuteness.

BONUS!

"What? Are you still a kid? What's the stuffed animal for?"

Of course Yaba wouldn't understand, but BANDA would. You love stuffed animals and knew how you'd give them good night kisses before going to bed. Coming home to see you sleeping while hugging one brought always brought an endearing warmth to his heart.

"I love you" he'd whisper into your ear before going over to his side of the bed, treating your stuffed animal as if it was yours and his small baby.

TAGS: @retrospacealien @chishiya-of-diamonds @boowoomuu

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

fandom: alice in borderland

characters: chishiya shuntaro, banda sunato!!

summary: they meet you again in the borderlands, thinking they'll never see you again after getting there.

warning(s): medication, psychiatry, badly written feelings (i gotta get a hang of it, it's my first writing with them )):), past is in italics

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀

word count: 1.682k

coming home to the beach after a game, he felt a little tired. nothing special happened, watching other survivors running around in the hallways of a building was quite interesting. 

suddenly, something got into his eyesight. on the beach, on his favourite place on the top of the building, someone stood. they didn’t notice him, they just stood there, looking down at the people without any movement. who was that brave to stand there? it was dangerous, they could fall in any minute, and it was only used by him and sometimes niragi —he knew he smoked some weed up there with his friends, he heard it when he wanted to go up there to think. this person wasn’t a scaredy cat, he thought. who were them? before he began to walk into the building of the beach, where the tárgyaló terem was, he saw the hatter sitting on one of the sunbeds, between pretty girls. maybe he knew, if he let them there. 

“hey, hatter.”

“chishiya, hey! come, sit here, there’s plenty of seats.” the girls beside hatter smiled at him, but he wasn’t affected.

—

before y/n, he wouldn’t think that he could ever feel flustered by a girl, or even a person. he merely knew other people’s reaction, sometimes even by just looking at them. but with y/n, he didn’t know what was gonna be her next move or words that came out from her mouth. she wasn’t even a normal girl, with abilities like hers she couldn’t even be simple. they got to know each other when y/n were at the psychiatry in the same hospital as him. he got to know that she went there with her little brother, but instead of her brother, it was her who needed help in the end. for the first time, he talked to his colleagues from psychiatry. it turned out that y/n had the highest iq in her age in the whole of japan, based on tests. but her emotional intelligence lacked things like guilt, or spaced out and slept for whole days. he got to know that she even skipped school just to sleep or be with herself in her room, generating conflict with her parents and her teachers from school. y/n loved one person and one person only; her brother. her love for him was stronger than anything, she always protected him and even bullied other kids in his brother’s class when she saw them bugging her brother, to the point that some of the kids needed to change schools because of their mental problems. not to say that she was beautiful too; sure, her mother and father were also fine-looking, but as she sat there, in the chair, like a statue of psychopathism, she was something else. 

the first time he met her, it was an accident. he wanted to get some snacks and to relieve stress with a little walk around the hospital. going down to the vending machine, he noticed somebody else. great, now he can wait for another clumsy being to pick out their snacks with high cholesterol and sugar intake. when he got there, he noticed that it was a girl, with the same h/c hair and the same body type. 

it was y/n. 

she waited for her snack to come, but then, the curled steel that could roll out the bag stopped. instead of doing anything, y/n looked at the glass window, trying to press buttons. she really wasn’t the violent type, instead, she analyzed the situation. but with a vending machine, there weren't many things she could do. chishiya walked up beside her, bumping the side of the machine. the snack fell down, so the girl could take it out. the perfume of her crawled up to his nose. her hair smelled good, it wasn’t the cheap shampoo the hospital gave to their patients, her hair was silky and shiny, like she didn’t just lay everyday on the couch of one of his colleagues. 

“it needs a little push.” 

y/n nodded, grabbing out the bag from under. as chishiya picked his snack, she stayed there, just watching him. glancing to the side to check if she still was there, and not just disappearing like a ghost, chishiya saw that she was still standing there, and she didn’t even look away when he caught her red-handed. her eyes were a little bit wide, and they were talking about her feelings. and now, they told chishiya that she was curious. 

“did you figure it out for a long time?” she asked suddenly, breaking the silence. chishiya looked at her, as she pointed to the side of the machine. it was full of handprints and little signs that he and his colleagues as well tried to get out their snacks in a way, until they found the right place to push. she really was smart.

“yes. i’m chishiya, pediatric cardiac surgeon.” he said, as he reached out his hand for her to shake. 

“i know.” y/n answered, shaking his hand. “it’s on your card.” she added. 

“why are you here?” he asked as they sat down. y/n looked away, like she was thinking. 

“my parents think i’m a psychopath. but i just don’t like anybody else other than my family… my little brother.” she said. she wasn’t keeping things from him, her speaking tone was clean and simple. 

“so you think you’re fine?” he asked as he picked a piece from his snack. y/n nodded. she was so small in the big building, yet he knew that she wasn’t there without a reason. sliding her snack on the table, she smiled a little bit. 

“do you want some?” 

a little after that, it came out that y/n was hypersensitive, and since his brother was the closest to her, she fixated on his feelings since his childhood. it was like some separation anxiety she couldn’t beat down when she was a child, and they had nothing to do with her smartness. 

“wait, why are you so interested in her?” his colleague, who y/n’s psychiatrist was, asked. chishiya shrugged his shoulders. 

“just never found anybody like her.” 

and it was true. 

—

“hatter, don’t you know who that person is?” he asked as he pointed up to the top of the building, still seeing his lover. hatter looked up too, nodding. 

“yeah, yeah i know her! she came today when you were at your game, but she didn’t say anything. she had four cards, gave them to us, and it contained two cards we didn’t even have! other than that, she didn’t even say her name. although she didn’t seem troublesome, she didn’t react to anything when niragi or aguni threatened her. niragi fumed and wanted to shoot her, but what could we do with a dead brain as good as hers? we agreed that as long as she stays, we have a better chance to escape from this world. can i ask you something, chishiya?” 

chishiya nodded, eyes not breaking from the girl’s form. 

“what would that be?” 

“please follow her or watch out for her. she didn’t promise that she would stay here, and i don’t want to lose her because of her brain and abilities. might give her a rank between us, but i want you to think about this too.” 

he nodded again. watching out for her is gonna be easy, and deciding that she would have a place between the leaders is gonna be easier. with y/n’s mind, they should watch out, but he didn’t worry. walking up on the stairs and opening the door, she was still there. the wind blew her hair, as she stood right before the sun, her figure curved out black. sure, he would notice if she walked down beside her, but just like their first meet, he wanted to make sure. stepping closer and closer to her, he knew she knew he was coming up to him, but she didn’t turn around. when he was only two steps away from her, she sighed. chishiya felt happiness. calmness. relief. that he can sleep again with her in his arms. that he can hold her hand if he wants to concentrate. that he can look at her for reassurance, as she always knows everything. that she remembered her, against the fact that they didn’t get here together. that she found him again. that he isn’t alone in this world, just like he was before he met her in the empty hospital hallway. before he could know everything about her, before he got to know that the only other person she can truly love is him. and that he can truly love him too. 

stepping behind her, his lips were beside her ear. her hair held the same pure, sweet smell he first smelled. 

“you found me.” 

turning around, he could finally look her into her eyes. they held happiness and the same relief he felt. grabbing a lock of his hair, she smiled a little before she kissed him. bringing y/n away from the edge of the top of the building so nobody could see them, chishiya brushed her face. in the next moment, soft lips crashed into each other, just like they used to, grabbing the back of her head and her waist, she held one of his hands with hers, the other held his face. he couldn’t get enough of her, only her movements and the way she hold onto him woke up the fire in him, what he thought he never gonna feel again as he was separated from y/n. 

“hatter told me to look after you and not to let go of you”, he said as they heavily separated from each other. y/n blinked. “but i wasn't planning on either. how long did you plan to stay on the beach?” 

the girl leaned into his hand that slid from the back of her head to her cheeks, looking up at him. 

“as long as you stay too. i don't go anywhere without you again.” 

—

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀

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she was the craziest girl he ever knew. 

not in the fun and simple meaning of crazy, but crazy crazy. doing things without a second thought, laughing at serious situations from the deep of her lungs, not caring about the meetings with her psychiatrist, not taking her meds. they were friends since childhood, but when y/n moved away, they lost contact, the first meeting as two grown people was when banda’s friends dragged him to a party. there were around thirty people dancing to the music, drinking as much as they could, and doing usual things people do when they’re at a party on a friday night. banda knew he felt something for her even when they were twelve years old, beside that even then, she was showing the signs of madness –burning her skin intentionally, chewing violently at her nails, or doing dangerous things against her parents’ yelling and hollering. maybe this was the cause that she moved away, he didn’t know back then. and now that he saw her again, he couldn’t care less. banda was listening to his friends’ talk, but then, a blood-curdling scream sounded, and as he heard, a bottle clashed against something. 

“i said, that leave me alone, fucker!” a girl screamed, and everybody looked in the way of the noise. for a moment, everybody stopped. banda saw the same girl he used to know; her hair and makeup was different from the past, but it was the same way she carried herself, the same way she screamed, the same way she held something –now the broken bottle, beside her, a guy was lying with a bleeding head, moveless. so he was the one who tried to step over her boundaries, banda thought. y/n looked around, wiping her nose. “what? he… he tried to rape me! don’t look at me, just be busy with your own business, fuckers!” she yelled as she stormed out of the door. 

“that’s a crazy bitch” one of his friends said, sipping from his drinks. 

“yeah, maybe the sex could be good with her, sex is always good with crazy chicks. but i would be scared that she’d cut off my dick” another said, but banda couldn’t concentrate anymore. what if he can never see her again? disappearing into tokyo’s streets, he didn’t know her phone number, where she lived, or what she did. 

“i have to go now”, banda said as he ran after y/n. some of his friends shouted after him to have a good time and good luck with her, and to protect what he has to protect. he ran as fast as he could, hoping she stopped at some point of the street. he had luck; y/n stood in front of the crossway, trying to lit her cigarette. as she cracked again and again her lighter, she became more and more nervous. picking out his own, banda collected all his courage. 

“hey, uhm… do you want mine?” he asked, and y/n turned her head into his way. she nodded. 

“yeah, yeah… thank you” she said, as she accepted the fire and lit her cigarette. “what do you want?” she asked, like she was testing him. banda gulped; she was the only girl from the beginning who could make her nervous, but in a good way. 

“just… saw that you broke that bottle against that guy’s head, and… wanted to ask if we knew each other from somewhere.” he knew that his speech was curved to another way, but she didn’t mind. maybe because her thoughts were the same twisted ones. examining his face, y/n’s eyes began to get bigger. 

“you are familiar from somewhere… but i don’t know, sorry, the meds take away all my memories…” she muttered, holding her temple. banda furrowed his eyebrows. medicines? for what? was she ill? 

“i think… we know each other from the past, i think. childhood? i’m banda sunato.” 

“banda… banda… hmm… i think i know that name. were you the boy who gave me flowers that he stole from the cemetery?” she asked, grinning. banda took away her cigarette, blowing it into her face. 

“i think you forgot that like every other girl.” 

y/n shook her head, laughing, linking her arms around his neck as she took back the cigarette. 

“i didn’t even forget when you said that you love me.” 

later, the night was spent talking, eating, and after a couple of drinks, they ended up having the most mind blowing sex they ever had with other people. y/n scratched his back and clawed at his shoulders and waist, but banda didn’t mind it –after all, he was all hers and never looked after other girls, only for a quick hook up, but nothing else. y/n’s body and soul was eating him up, and he didn’t want to dodge her bites –instead, he wanted to crawl into her mouth to feel the constant tingling in his whole body. y/n slept away quickly, and until banda was awake at dawn, he brushed her hair, kissing her forehead and the crown of her hair often, like they weren’t even met tonight, but they were together for years. banda didn’t want anybody else, he wanted y/n with all of her craziness and little antics that she showed. his mother even asked him when he was going to settle down, but he didn’t say anything, only shrugging his shoulders. he saw the meds on y/n’s drawer, they were all kinds of psychiatric stuff that could control her mind. they were all half empty, but as the dates showed, the last pieces should have been taken a few days ago too. is y/n really crazy? those things that she had as a little girl didn’t get better, but worse? before he could type the names of the medicine into the search bar of his phone, he heard a little shuffle behind him. 

“are you gonna leave me because i don’t take them?” y/n’s voice was quiet, as she crawled up to him. her breasts pressed to his back. banda turned around, kissing him, tilting up her chin as her drowsy eyes drank in his sight. 

“no. but you have to tell me why you gotta take them.” 

— 

he was wanted for killing four women. that’s what everybody knew, as the ‘tokyo ripper’ hid in one of the empty hallways of tokyo at midnight. but the main reason was to see y/n in a sedated state. they come to get her, since she didn’t signed up at her psychiatrist’s session from months now on, and her doctor signed her up into the ward of the incurable. when he went to see her in visitor's hour, she only nodded and looked behind him as banda talked to her; like he wasn't even there with her. the glint and shining went out from eyes, and while yes, she was crazy, but now, she was just an empty body without a soul. banda couldn’t watch her any longer; he felt desperate, and felt the need to change this somehow, but he couldn’t know how. the killing of four women was meaningless to him, he wanted to do the same crazy things so he could get together again with y/n, if he tells the police that he did these things because of some sickness in his mind. without y/n, he felt emptiness that nothing could satisfy; not even murder. 

“i’ll come back, y/n” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she was in his embrace, only a white hospital dress covering her body. y/n tilted her head into the crook of his neck, brushing his neck and hair with shaky moves. 

seeing the red and blue lights of the police cars illuminating on the walls, he began to run again. banda hoped that he could see her again; maybe in the psych ward, maybe before his death sentence. 

—

after the game ended, banda went out to breathe some fresh air. a little blood remained on his shirt, but he didn’t mind it –he could be himself in this world; he could do anything with anyone he wanted to, even in game, even outside of games. as he headed to the next arena and to get some food, he heard little klicks, like when someone wanted to light the cigarette. he slowly walked there; maybe they had weapons, or they were just making sounds to stalk anybody they could find. 

“fucking lighter, again? fuck this!” he heard a murmur. banda’s heart began to beat faster –it was familiar, so familiar. wasn’t dull, but sharp and clear. stepping out from behind the wall, he saw her again. 

y/n was off meds, sparkling and full of emotions –not the very best emotions a person could imagine, but she was there again. her soul in her body. she was fortunately the complete opposite of what he saw as when they last saw each other. before his arrest, before her dictatorial medication, before this strange world. banda gave up the hope to see her, he thought that she stayed in the normal world, if the normal world even existed. as she noticed him, she turned around, grabbing her knife from behind her back, ready to strike. however, as soon as she realized who was standing in front of her, the knife fell out from her hand. 

she began to run, and stopped right before him, stumbling a little. lifting up her hand to reach his face, her hand was slow, like she didn’t believe he was there. banda took her hand, and made it touch the skin of his cheek, dragging it across his face, down to his pulse on his neck. he didn’t know he needed her touch so much; every little brush with her little fingertips woke up parts in him he thought he forgot long ago. y/n’s breath agitated; she gulped with teary eyes. 

“you came back to me.” 

she remembered what he said to her, when she was at her lowest. banda smiled, brushing the hair out from her face. banda felt as if his heart missed a beat at her eyes, full of hope, that only he saw when he promised her on their first morning after that he’s never going to leave her. never going to leave her by his choice. only life was cruel to them. 

“i promised you.” 

before he could say anything else, y/n pulled down his head to kiss him with full force; they were biting, licking and gasping into the kiss as banda gave in everything he could too. pulling her closer by her waist, he wanted to swallow more and more from the familiar, sweet feeling he felt every time he made love to her. 

in that moment, as they communicated with only touches, kisses, moans and gasps, they both knew they didn't want to get back to the normal world, the world they lived in before. y/n didn’t want to take meds, and banda didn’t want to see her again in that hopeless state. whatever tantrum or attack she gets, he’s gonna help her, as he did before. and banda, he didn’t want to get back because of the death sentence, and because this was the most beautiful world he ever lived in –with all its brutal rules and games. y/n didn’t want to be away from him too, they wanted to be crazy and bad together as long as death didn’t take them apart. 

they loved each other stronger than any law and boundary. and in this world, nothing could stop them from being together. 

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃.

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A/N: Okay, these headcanons were a must-do and I'm in love with this boy so enjoyyyy 😍Just a reminder that my inbox is open for Alice In Borderland characters until the 15th, so send yours in now 💜

Warnings: Spoilers for the end of season 2!! Fluff, possessive loving behaviour, mentions of violence

 ♡ Dating Banda Sunato Includes: ♡

💜• Dude, you better know what you're getting into with this crazy boy, because once your eyes meet and he likes what he sees, it's pretty much impossible to get him away from you 😵 which isn't always such a bad thing, to be fair. After all, you're no victim or weak player he feels like toying with and testing out. You're... different.

💜• The most likely way you both met was in the Jack of Hearts game, where he allies himself with the Jack, and then assesses the rest of the group silently... before his greyish eyes land on you.

💜• He's pretty backwards with the way he approaches people, like he did with Jack, pointing out everything ugly before praising it and hanging around them. So he'll approach you alone saying something like "I bet that under that unusually pretty face is a mind that knows how to play better games than any you'll find in the borderlands. Let's be friends."

💜• He's basically your shadow for the entire game, sat casually behind you, watching listening while you talk to someone, or hovering in the doorways of rooms you go into. Once Banda's decided that you're interesting and you're his match (which is pretty quickly 😅) it's almost impossible to get rid of him. On the one side, that's a good thing, because he is unspokenly protective, and knows all the right, disturbing ways to make someone back off if they're getting in your face or making you uncomfortable. All you've got to do is give him a thankful look and he'll return it with that dark smirk of his, and that's that.

💜• His protectiveness kind of links back to his madly possessive nature, though. Banda's certain that there's more to you than meets the eye, and wants to know every little detail until he knows you better than you know yourself. I wouldn't say he'd manipulate you and blackmail you with your secrets in the future, but it's more that level of being connected through knowing each other's thoughts and feelings. He's not against manipulating those around you to leave you alone, however, so a lot of situations leave you mildly confused when it's suddenly just you and him alone together in the building, until you catch on.

💜• He'll keep you safe in games as long as you stick by him and don't try to leave him. I mean, Banda's a pretty psychopathic guy, a killer and all, but he does have a side to him that is a little softer and completely reserved for the right person (you 😉). I wouldn't say he's massively into boastful, affectionate PDA, but he's pretty shameless at the same time. He has no problems with whispering in your ear while trapping his arms around your middle from behind when some other people are glancing uneasily at him, or hugging you when you're scared.

💜• Sometimes it's to show someone else that he's better than him, or him being possessive with you. If he thinks it'll get to someone that shows an interest in you, he'll give you a hug or a smooch or something and look them dead in the eye right after with that dark stare of his. Somehow, though, it always softens when he turns his attention back to you.

💜• He's also pretty good at detecting if you're sad or worried or scared. Banda can read your expressions scarily easily, so with just one hard look, he'll be pulling you to the side and pressing himself close to you so he can breathe "why are you so scared, baby? I've got you, haven't I?" That's kind of the best he gets at comfort 😂 asides from doing anything you ask him for, like giving you a hug and some kisses until you're back to your blushing self and he's smiling in satisfaction from doing his job right.

💜• And he loves making you flustered, because he kind of gets off on the power he has over you and how you're all his (possessive aaaaghhfksk-) so don't be too caught off guard if he randomly makes out with you just to see you turn red and chuckle at it 🙃

💜• Behind closed doors, and after games, it's safe to say that he's an amazing cuddler, the type that lets their mind wander and traces faint patterns on your skin, or plays with loose strands of your hair while he stares into space thinking about... well, not very nice things, let's be real 💀

💜• Bit by bit, he'll tell you things about himself, but he's a bit apprehensive about your reaction to the bad stuff he's done (and carries on doing). So if you're reluctantly acceptant to who he is and just kind of let him do his thing, it puts his mind at rest, and Banda lets himself open up more. He just needs some time to do it, since I'm making a safe bet that he's never really been in a proper, romantic relationship before.

💜• But with time, you'll get to the point of trust where he'll do anything you ask him to, no matter how odd it sounds, right on the spot. He's pretty good at knowing when he's being set up anyway, and you'd never try that, he's certain.

💜• He's not the sanest and most stable person you could let yourself love, but at the end of the day, when he falls, he falls hard, and there's no escape from him 😂 you're his 'little princess' or 'fallen angel' for the rest of your days... especially when he accepts permanent residence in the Borderlands and aspires to make the both of you gamemasters and rulers of the place. A true princess then, right? 😍

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AIB's (♂) reaction to you kissing the tip of their nose

AIB male characters x GN!Reader

English is not my first language. Sorry in advance for any mistakes.

Arisu:

He was rambling about some new video game when you lean over and kiss the tip of his nose in the middle of his sentence, causing him to come to a halt. He's stunned for a few moments and fumbles with his words before relaxing and looking at you with a soft smile as he pulls you closer to him by the hem of your shirt to return the kiss, but this time on your lips.

Karube:

You were playing on the bed when he holds you under him, teasing you when you just rolled your eyes, leaning in and kissing the tip of his nose. He halts for a second before smiling hugely, cheeks burning as he takes your face in both hands and spreads kisses all over your face and lastly your nose, forcing laughter out of you.

Chota:

You laugh at the sight of his scrunched-up nose and wrinkled eyes. He holds your face in his hands and laughs softly as he looks at you. He reciprocated the kiss by gently kissing the tip of your nose and then playfully touching it.

Chishiya:

With his hands in his pocket, he watched you quietly as you talked to your friend. But the next thing he knew a kiss was being placed on the tip of his nose and you smiling at him after. He looks at you shortly with raised eyebrows; not expecting that at all. Trying to act unaffected he looked away but failed as his lips stretched into a small smile. His smile grew slightly when he saw your hand grasping his.

Tatta:

Your lips lightly touch the tip of his nose as he stutters a few words. He then looks directly into your eyes, appearing unfazed, and then he smiles brightly but awkwardly. He enfolds you in a bear embrace before smothering you in kisses that range in length from your neck to your jaw and finally your face.

Niragi:

His sentence was cut off by a groan he let out when he felt your lips touching the tip of his nose. He raised an eyebrow questioningly at you before dropping his gun to the nearest surface. Pulling you flush against his body by your hips, he cupped your jaw forcing your mouth on his; wanting a proper kiss from you.

Banda:

He just stares at you, unaffected, with no reaction, but you still put on the smile he secretly cherished. He liked how your lips felt and wondered how they would feel on his. He thought about the moment your lips touched his skin, how warmth was engulfing his body. Noticing that you had your attention on something else he took the opportunity to graze the tip of his nose where your lips had once been, feeling your warmth still linger there.

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puppy eyes ♥︎ banda sunato

synopsis ; a familiar face greets you at the jack of hearts game and an even more famliliar feeling of fear springs inside you at the sight of him.

possibly out of character! bff!urumi bc i love her , obsession , poor attempt at writing a bad / yandere-type character lmao , puppy as a nickname

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—— ♧ ♡ ♢ ♤ ——

Pairing up with Urumi wasn’t your smartest idea, admittedly. But, when she waltzed up to you so confidently during a club’s game — she was wearing a light pink skirt, then — you could only mutter an okay. 

It wasn’t a surprise when you were the only surviving team — not really.

You spent your days eating expired canned goods and wandering through abandoned malls with Urumi pulling you by your wrist. She hated when her clothes got dirty — hated when blood stains contaminated her new lace or the frills of her skirt. Leading you to a prison building, Urumi swayed in her blue dress excitedly. A heart’s game — she was too good at those. The brunette turned, her hair parted so that you could help buckle her collar shut.

The brand new shirt you wore blended in with everyone else’s — grabbing new clothes while on the run from the King of Spades was everyone’s first instinct, apparently. A man in overalls twitched nervously as his eyes scoured the group that’d gathered for the game. A white hooded figure stood to his left, leaning against the wall boredly as you and Urumi chose your own spot to wait at.

In only minutes — it felt like longer — the game closed as the last member took a seat directly across from you. Urumi laid her chin on your shoulder as the rules began to play on the screen in the middle of the room, the familiar automated voice drowning out any questions you had. Looking around the room, your eyes met shining ones that were staring directly at you.

A sliver of fear crawled down your spine, dropping into every available crevice as you gulped. He tilted his head, smirk lifting the right side of his mouth as the gleam from that day took over his eyes. You don’t think you’d ever forget that look — you’d never forget how he stared ; how he didn’t let you leave his eyesight for one second.

“We’ll be safe together, hm, [name]?” Urumi murmured into your ear. Her question went unanswered as your throat grew more and more parched the longer he kept his gaze on you. Urumi crept closer to you, mouth snug against your ear as she frowned. “[Name]?”

“I know him.” You breathe out the sentence before thinking. Gulping again, you blink frantically as you try to shift your eyes away from his. “That guy that just came in.”

Urumi hums as she looks ahead — it’s a miniscule change, but he’s frowning at how close she is to you. One look at the screen that has everyone’s picture tells her just who he is. “His name is familiar.”

“He’s been on the news,” a woman wearing yellow speaks up. She shuffles closer to both of you shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Killed four women, I think. I wonder how he got here…?”

Your heart jumps in your throat at the confirmation. You knew you weren’t imagining things — knew he was too familiar. Aching breaths hit your lungs as you try to calm down. Urumi is watching you curiously — she’d only seen you this panicked with a game or two. “I think… I think I was going to be victim number five.”

They both widen their eyes at the news, but you stare at the floor, unblinking and still. Slyly, Urumi places herself in between you and the man — Banda. She hides you from his view as the chatter of the other players begins to rise. 

“No worries, [name],” Urumi grins. “We’ll keep each other safe.”

—— ♧ ♡ ♢ ♤ ——

Standing in front of the snack aisle took you back to a memory you wanted desperately to forget. The cookies in front of you transformed into books ; the smell of a moldy prison changed to the scent of coffee and vanilla. You can’t help but reminisce — can’t help it as your mind drifts from your current location and to one that felt like it was from a lifetime ago.

——

Bookstores were your safe haven ; libraries your second home. When they had small cafes nearby, they felt even more snug and warm and welcoming. You’re so focused on searching the shelf in front of you that the person beside you goes completely unnoticed. A shift to the right finally catches your attention, the man standing beside you is looking in your direction.

He’s handsome, you notice ; with soft eyes and a small tilt of his mouth that your eyes latch onto. The man fully grins your way now, all gently and tenderly and your breath catches in your chest. “I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“Oh, um…” you bite your bottom lip shyly and put the book you were looking at back on the shelf. Glancing at the stranger, you ignore the heat rising in your cheeks by clearing your throat. “No, it’s okay. Do you need something?”

“I just noticed something,” the man mutters. He moves quickly, his right hand cradling your face before his fingers move down to your chin. You’re so shocked — so startled by his audacity to touch you out of nowhere that you don’t move.  

“You,” he grins, the fingers holding your chin maneuvering your head side to side. “You have puppy eyes. How cute.”

Gulping, you can only stand there stiffly as he moves his hand away from you slowly, savoring how your skin feels. You’re frowning ; frowning as you bring your arms tight across your torso as a way to put a block between this man and you. “So? Why did you feel the need to tell me that?”

The man tilts his head, grin falling into something more sinister and poisonous. You back up steadily until your back hits the bookshelf behind you with a jolt. He doesn’t pursue you anymore ; doesn’t follow your timid steps as he just stares. “It’s cute, is all. Haven’t met anyone as cute as you before.”

——

“[Name]? You’re just standing there…” the girl in yellow is trying to get your attention. The flashback you found yourself lost in ripples away from you abruptly as she stands in his place. Once she sees you looking her way, she grins prettily and clasps onto your arm softly. “Urumi is looking for you. And she wants something sweet? What should we bring her?”

You grab a pink box, the cartoon strawberries on it bringing you further to the present. “She likes these. Do you want anything?”

She shakes her head and leads you to your group. Urumi looks over your shaken expression carefully before grinning and taking her snack from your hand. Slyly, she sways your way and detaches the yellow-clad woman from you and takes her place. “All for me, [name]? How sweet of you! Have any problems while you were away?”

“No,” you smile tensely but relax in her hold. Urumi is comforting in her own way — familiar to you and the only solace you’d found in the Borderlands. “Everything is good.”

The group goes around to tell their card suit’s — you only look away when Urumi lies to the woman in yellow about her symbol. You survive this round and the next ; somehow you and Urumi make it to the last twelve. You find yourself standing in front of the snack shelf again and it makes you remember the man from before ; the man who followed you to the Borderlands. 

“You’re here again.” You jump at the sudden noise, turning to see that man. You knew his name now ; knew what exactly he did before he ended up here. You back away slowly and it reminds you of the first time you met. You’re afraid he won’t just let you leave this time, though. “Hungry? Thirsty?”

Not answering, you only ball your hands into fists and prepare yourself for anything. Banda tilts his head and smiles at you teasingly before chuckling. “I’m not going to hurt you, puppy. Would never.”

You blink at the affectionate-sounding name, “what?”

Banda leans in closer, his eyes staying on yours as your noses brush. “You still have those pretty puppy eyes. We’ll make it out together, hm?” He backs away from you, grin melting into his neutral face. “Your suit is a heart. See you in the next round.”

Urumi doesn’t make it. You and Chishiya — the man in the white hoodie — are the last two survivors of your group. He finds solace in the cafeteria, but you find yourself on a staircase. You’re mourning the loss of your friend-of-sorts ; Urumi wasn’t the best person, but she was your companion and you already miss her.

“I’ll keep you company,” a voice runs through your ears. Banda is standing on the stair just above yours so that he’s looming over you. “Keep you safe,” he smiles. “All mine to protect now.”

Before you think, your mouth is opening and words are spilling out. “Why didn’t you kill me?”

He tilts his head, “why would I?”

“That’s what you do — you murder people.” Your anger briefly flares and it makes Banda’s grin widens. “I’m just wondering why that still hasn’t happened to me.”

Banda leans over you, hands in his pockets as the round’s countdown begins. You can hear the footsteps of the other players heading to their chosen cells ; you grow tenser, preparing yourself for your own end. “We aren’t allowed any violence in this arena.”

“That doesn’t explain the other world.”

He hums, leaning back and leading the way to the cells. “I find you… interesting enough to keep around. You have no choice but to live — with or without me. Diamond.”

You did have a choice. You could say a different suit, or not gather in a cell. You could join Urumi — wherever she was now — and attempt to walk out of the Jack’s chosen arena. But, Banda knew you wouldn’t. He’d seen it before, your fighting spirit.

And when Banda walked out with a man in a suit, you followed him, ignoring the blood splattered on his shirt and the smirk on his face.

——

idk how much i like this but <3 here it is anyways

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Masterlist: Alice in Borderland

Alice in Borderland

Chishiya x Reader

That's my girl @werelosingdaylight -> (Suguru Niragi Sister) Intimate mornings @werelosingdaylight Reunion @luvxkdrama Let's play @haloshornsinkstains Jack of Heart @saskiahaggens -> (Blind!Reader) Antidote @archieimagines Dazed and confused @riseatlantisss Safe and warm @riseatlantisss Second, first meeting @buckyarchives An apple a day @vvagustd -> (Sick!Reader) All over again @writing-fanics Only @heart4kuina Aboard @heart4kuina Cookies @ang3liclov3ly Change of hearts @sweetflanfiction Burden @nozomi-akamivt [Not named] @nineteenninety-six Back to you @eufezco Charisma @borderlinebox The Flicker of a Candle, the Soaring of a Flame @engardeitsme King of my heart @aliceinborderlandscrolls Candy sushi @aliceinborderlandscrolls How to make a chesire blush @aliceinborderlandscrolls [Not named 2] @chichix Yes, gently as always, softly caress my trembling cheek @thedivineflowers -> (Younger Sibling!Reader) You licked me!! @aliceinborderlandsquidgame What's missing? @vin-taege

Banda x Reader

[Not named] @nineteenninety-six Solitary confinement @iheartgeto -> (NSFW) Laughter @omniscient-wanderer-of-worlds Follow me to Hell @nikky-the-writer Game of trust @mikanotes AiB x Reader

Love in a band aid box @halbravd -> (Aib Boys) Jealousy jealousy @halbravd -> (Mention NSFW) Regular at Karube’s bar @archieimagines You scared me @aliceinborderlandsquidgame -> (Aguni x Reader) Stop playing dumb @aliceinborderlandsquidgame -> (Aguni x Reader) Put some clothes on @aliceinborderlandscrolls -> (Kyuuma x Reader) Turn me up @riseatlantisss -> (Rockstar!Kyuuma x Reader) NSFW

[hisbitchhh]

A list of Niragi NSFW prompts, pleaseee!!!❤️❤️

Your wish is my command !

✽NIRAGI NSFW PROMPTS✽ 🔞MDNI🔞

Warnings: Dirty talk, name-calling, short smut, Fem receiving, Niragi being Niragi. My silly ass decided to add some action to the words🥰

!NOT IN ORDER!

1. "Ahh, look at you. Already naked before I walked in, hm?" His mouth stretches into a wide, cocky grin

2. "That's what I like to see." His bottom lip went between his teeth, wrapping your hand around his length as he watched you intently. Jerking his hips forward, his pants rested under his knees.

3. "You know what I want, don't you? By the looks of it, I'm sure you do." He mumbles, dropping his rifle on the floor as he lazily strolled toward you, eyes hooded.

4. "Why so startled? You called me over, slut." A snicker escapes him, large hand grabbing a fist full of your hair, pulling you up to look at him.

5. "Keep that pretty mouth open, doll." He licked his lips, a shaky sigh falling from them as he slid in between your glossed lips

6. "You think I'm done with you?" He cackled, hand stroking the top of your head.

7. "Yeah? You like that, don't you? 'Love being treated like the slutty bitch you are, huh?" Heavy sighs leave his lips, cock firmly thrusting into you, roughly ramming against your spongy walls as the bed creaked under your bodies.

8. "Beg for it. C'mon, speak up." He looked down at you, crossing his arms with a raised brow

9. "Like what you see?" He tilted his head, smirking.

10. "Who said you could cum?" A sneer formed on his lips, charcoal eyes glaring up at you.

11. "Fuck--- just like that--.." He groaned, looking down at you with parted lips. His length fucked itself in and out of your mouth, hips swaying back and forth as the tip of his cock brushed against your throat.

12. "Who do you belong to? Tell me, bitch." He rushed with a grunt, pulling your hair as far as he could, making you uncomfortably arch your back to get a glance at your face; a completely fucked out complexion resting before his dark eyes.

13. "Awe, Look at her! poor little girl can't even speak 'cause Niragi fucked her dumb, hmmmm?" A short laugh escaped his lips, wide eyes attentively watching his cum gush out of your cunt.

14. "Oh, we asleep now?" He scoffed, harshly slapping your face a few times before huffing in annoyance, looking down at his twitching cock already slick with your wetness. His fingers moved a few stray hairs out of your face, gaze softening.

15. "Weak thing," His arms carried your limp, bruised body back to your bed, not caring if you had his cum on your belly or anywhere else; He didn't think of aftercare.

16. "I'll go find someone else I can finish off on." He walked out of your room, leaving your unconscious body resting on your small bed.

[omniscient-wanderer-of-worlds]

Cries | Banda Sunato

Pairing: Banda Sunato x Fem!Reader

Can be read as a smutty part 2 of this fic.

Author's note: I've decided, he needs smut. I'll probably make another part where they actually join the jack of hearts game that will not feature explicit mature content so that those who don't want to read this can skip this.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Mature content +18 (smut), oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected (only because you won't get pregnant in the borderlands, anyone not there needs to wrap it), dub-con, violence, grammar and spelling mistakes.

Summary: Banda Sunato takes interest in a girl he meets during a game and is enarmoured by her crying

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Banda looked around the apartment, picking up some objects, inspecting them and placing them back down. He knew this wasn’t really your apartment, and none of the things in here belonged to you either, but he wanted to pass the time. He was standing shirtless in the livingroom, his back toward the room that you disappeared in and he waited for you to get back with a new shirt.

“I hope this will fit your shoulders.” You broke the silence. You were trying to straighten out some wrinkles in the shirt while walking in the room. Banda didn’t turn around, but looked back and saw you with the promised light blue button up shirt.

“It looks too big.” He said, but walked over and took it anyway. Oh shit. You immediately turned around when you realised he was indeed without shirt. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” You hastily said. Banda didn’t answer you. So prude, he thought.

“You can turn around again.” You heard him say and you let out a breath of relief before turning around to look at him.

“The shirt's not too big, just a little bit on the long side. You could always tuck it away?” You offered.

Banda looked down at his shirt and back up at you. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. “I don’t know what you mean. You should demonstrate.” He didn't show it, but you just knew he was smirking on the inside. You huffed in response.

“Of course you do, just tuck it in your pants. If you let it flow loosely like that, someone could grab it in a game. It could be dangerous.”

Banda walked over to you and quickly grabbed your arm when you put a step back at his sudden closeness and looked deeply into your eyes. Mesmerising, you thought.

“Then help me, please.” He said in a tone that was soft spoken, but didn’t sound like a question.

You squinted your eyes at him but huffed and shook his hand that was still holding on to your arm away so you could tuck his shirt in.

“Unbelievable”, You muttered under your breath, and you stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist to reach the back.

Banda’s eyes creased with his satisfied smile.

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You woke up in the dark and realised that your eyes were covered with a blindfold and you couldn’t move your arms as they were tied above your head.

Last thing you remembered was making dinner and going to sleep, Banda insisting on sleeping together.

“Banda?” You asked out loud, confused and scared. You didn’t get an answer, but felt two hands roaming you body and which led to the embarrassing realisation that you were completely naked.

You started to struggle against your restraints but knew it was no use. "It's you though, right, Banda?"

"Who would you rather have it be?" He asked and he dipped his head down to kiss your breasts. His lips found their way to your nipple and wrapped around it. He flicked it with his tongue and then started alternating between kissing and sucking softly on it.

You flinched at the contact. "Why are you doing this?" You asked, trying to control your trembling voice.

"Because I want us to be together. We're similar, you and I. It makes you perfect for me, just as how I will be perfect for you." He trailed down your stomach, breathing in while hovering over your pussy. "We're partners after all. I just have to claim you to show you how serious I am. Then I'll give you the world."

You could feel his warm breath between your legs and promptly closed them shut. Banda merely laughed at you actions and pushed your legs apart, using his arms to keep them open.

"Looks like I should have tied your legs as well." He spoke, more to himself than to you. "But you'll give in soon enough, I can see you're enjoying yourself after all," He said, and as if to prove his point, he dragged his thumb from your entrance to your sensiitive bud, gathering slick around the way.

You jolted at the feeling and yelped. "Banda! Stop this!"

Banda pushed his head between your thighs. Dragging his tongue up to your clit like he had done with his thumb, making you gaspe and wriggle to get away from the feeling.

"Please stop" you whimpered and you could feel yourself getting hot by his constant twirling of his tongue. "It's too filthy, don't go down there", your whining continued, but it only seemed to spur him on.

He pressed his tongue flat against your folds, gathering all taste of you before attaching his lips to your clit to give a harsh suck on it.

Your breath got stuck in your throat and you couldn't help but moan. Banda kept going, flicking his tongue against you in a never ending attack and you could feel pressure building up inside of you. You arched your back and pushed yourself against him. He grinned against you as he continued lapping up your juices before sucking on your clit with fervor, not giving you any breaks.

"It's too much," you shook your head, "Banda, please," you started to beg, tears wetting the blindfold covering your eyes and you started to pull back at the overwhelming feeling that was approaching.

Banda pulled away suddenly, stopping you while you were sexonds away from climaxing. "Sunato." He said as he let you catch your breath.

With that he dived back in and continued devouring you. You had only just recovered, your orgasm ebbing away but you already felt yourself on the edge of cumming again. You called his name, your legs were shaking against him and you started to pull away again, the feeling becoming too much. Banda chased after you, speeding up his tongue and then you came, the built up feeling exploding.

You cried out his name again while the intense feeling washed over you, but didn't get to catch your breath as Banda kept on going, relentlessly eating you out without stopping. You could feel his tongue everywhere and the pleasure was too much. Your hand were clenched into fists because of the lack of ability to grab onto something.

"Sunato", You managed to breath out, "Stop, 's too much, please."

"No." He said calmly into your skin with a wicked smile that you couldn't see, but could feel. He lightly grazed your bud with his teeth and watched you trying to scramble away. It didn't take much more to come undone again, and it left your legs shaking even long after you could recatch your breath.

Your eyes blinked against the sudden light as the blindfold was removed. Banda looked at your tears in amusement and kissed them away before kissing your lips. You kissed back in both anger and relief at seeing his face, his lips curling up into a triumphant smile in the kiss.

Then, without warning whatsoever, he pushed himself inside, past your folds, and bottomed out with a quiet laboured breath against your lips. You yelped in pain at the feeling and harshly bit down Banda's bottom lip. He didn't seem fazed by it at all.

When the pain subdued enough for you to relax again, you let go of his lip.

Banda stared at yours intently. The beautiful color of his blood covered your lips and he could taste the metalic taste of blood when he licked his own lips.

You saw the blood on him, as well as his darkened eyes and scrambled to apologise but he cut you off in another kiss, this one hungrier than the one before. Your lips moving against each other smearing the blood all over.

Then, as if you were a fragile doll, he slowly pulled out and sunk back in. Both of your breaths were shaky. Yours because it hurt, his because he was holding back from spilling himself inside you already.

He broke apart from your lips and propped himself up, one of his hands guiding your legs to lock around his waist. He started thrusting into you and dropped his head to your throat, hiding his face there while your head was thrown back in a silent scream.

You could hear the lewd sounds of him pushing into you, skin slapping. With eyes shut you relished in the feeling. You felt so full. Only the feeling of him filling you over and over was on your mind. You locked your legs tighter around his waist as if it would bring you closer to Banda's body.

Banda was leaving marks on your throat and you tugged on the rope that still held your arms above your head.

You gasped and moaned his name, spurring him on to hit the same spot over and over again. Your mind went dizzy with pleasure as he kept pounding into you. He must've noticed your struggle with your tied up arms and pulled on one end of the rope to untie to knot.

You immediately grasped at his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin, nearly drawing blood.

"I want you to squirt." He rasped out against you. You shook your head. "I can't," you managed to get out. He repositioned his body, still hitting that spot, but in a different angle that allowed him to pick up his pace. You cried at the heavenly feeling, your hips starting to feel sore from the ruthless contact of Banda's hips with each thrust.

"I'll make you." He whispered out of breath, feeling his own climax approaching. You shook your head at the familiar feeling and clenched down on him. He groaned the feeling. You clawed at his back while pulling him into a kiss that silenced your cry when you came.

Your legs fell open on the bed, completely numb. Banda had guided you through your orgasm and was still thrusting into you sloppily before releasing inside of you and collapsing on top of you. After a few moments, he lifted himself slightly to look at the large soaked spot on the bedsheets between your legs and smirked victoriously.

He looked back up at you and caressed your tear stained face. "You're mine, right?" He asked with that innocent face of his. But you could see the glint in his eyes.

You let out an exhausted laugh. You hummed. "All yours."

Banda searched your eyes and nodded and dropped all of his weight on top of you again, not bothering to pull out. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of fullness before falling asleep.

"You're lucky that you're cute you know." You couldn't help but remark. It was true though, that's probably how he lured in those four women he killed.

As if he read your mind, Banda assured you. "I won't kill you, I promise. We're partners aren't we? I've claimed you, so if you stay with me, I'll protect you and take care of you. I've told you; I'll give you this world."

You couldn't help but laugh. "If you say so."

"I need you to tell me."

You opened your eyes and turned ypur head to the side. "Tell you what?"

Banda pushed himself up and hovered above you again. "That you promise to stay with me, so I don't have to kill you." He stared at you intensely.

There was a long silence. You pondered a little, staring at the ceiling.

"I'm all yours now, right? I'm safe with you, and you say will give me the world. Why would I leave?" Your eyes found his. "I promise you that I'll stay with you."

His eyes creased into a pleased smile.

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Part 3

[vumming]

alice in borderland — sunato banda “house”

contents : angst, violence, suicide, implicit descriptions — non official act of banda

“He's a murderer. He killed four women, doesn't that makes him a serial killer?”

Doesn't matter.

Banda exits the game with his head held high, though the intel that he had managed to acquire was quite piss poor, it will still do for survival.

This world, borderland, is not something to be taken lightly after all—many games had already plainly stated it, like a blinking red light flashing right in front of every player's face. It seems these games are more than they show.

There's a slow drag of smoke emitting from his lips, alone in a dimly lit apartment building where he temporarily lives. Japan has become something so separately to what he had once lived in.

Freedom.

Banda wondered if this is a temporary escape, is this what they all claim to be paradise? He huffs, the light grey puff of air hooked by the wind and out the window. Life are precious or are they not? His head lightly tilt to the side, cigarette hanging inbetween his fingers as he exhaled.

This reality he lives in, makes him feel free.

Games. Adrenaline pumping every veins. The call of death and life, a tug of war in every victory is something to relish. Right, this is merely something to chase the rushing feelings.

Conquer.

A goal that he keep repeating to himself.

Without it, he has no purpose.

Power is a major thing in any worlds, it is the pillar of how it works. Banda despise it at the same time desires it. With it, you decide who lives, your happiness and create your own world.

‘I wonder, if I can correct my wrong.’

The first one was the fruit.

“Sunato” There's a voice. “Welcome home!” Familiar, who are they?

“Are you tired? You can rest for now. You're safe here.” Banda, shut close the heavy lids.

There they stand, a smile on their lips as they greet him with such enthusiasm. There's an ache that pricks him like million of needles. He knows. It hurts, to look at his spouse, the golden band you wore is now on his.

He will always recognize that beautiful and charming grin. “Yeah, I'm home.” That blazing kiss you shared back then, the heat of the intimacy is certainly something to take note of—it left a burning trail in their wake; red.

“Were you waiting too long?”

“Heh, then shall we start dinner?”

The second was a mistake.

She lay—asleep, so it seems.

Hurt is all he could cry, over and over and over. So that's what he did, bury it and let it mellow down but the opposite emerged. One night stand, let all the worries be washed away.

When did it start? That bubbling feeling of pure rage within as he starts to see the purple that paints his spouse's skin?

“Tell me.” His grip tight on your wrist, you struggle to get out of his hold as you twist and turn. Banda is persistent however.

Brows knit together, you stubbornly held on, “I told you, Banda, I just knocked a few furnitures. It's nothing serious so let go.” There was hesitation to admit—were they ashamed of him? Because he has no power in a world where social structure is a thing?

He didn't mean to!

I didn't mean to!!

The ooze; drip, drop, drip, drop, repeat—they terrorize him. He didn't mean it, rage bought it and guilt turned it. A woman, face etched in a silent horror— Sunato Banda felt his conscience scream.

The third one was intentional.

Maybe it was a grudge. Laid on the cold concrete floor, painted in beautiful rose red, a woman he has known of for years. “It's all your fault..”

“It's all your damn fault that everything fell all apart.” Banda kneeled down, grabbing the woman's hair by the crown as she howl in pain, “We could've been living.. together.” His grip tighten. “If it wasn't for you.”

“Say hello to the devil for me.”

The fourth one was an illusion.

“Why do you not leave me alone?” He cries, gripping the neck of the person dearly to him. “For what shall I do to make you be in peace?”

“Haven't I done enough?”

“Welcome home.” like a mantra, the voices chants it over and over again. “Leave me!!” He begs.

Yet the voice listens to no one, labored breathing fell from red lips and choked calls for mercy, desperately.

He sobs, looking at the woman who resemble his beloved. Tears drip down from his eyes and falling to the woman's cheeks.

“Die.”

Home.

Banda has a million of buildings he now claim as his house but none of them are home. When he close his eyes, blood pumping hot and mind clear, for once can he only call something a home.

“Why is it that whenever I don't want to see you, you come?” a whisper, his eyes open and all he could focus on was the ever so sweet and gentle gaze directed towards him. So much love, adoration—for a monster like him.

“Have you come to end me for good..” He croak with his voice failing him, broken, hoarse and tight. “my love?”

There are minute reasons to give in to the temptation of borderlands but each and every human has a hand to return to. Dead or alive.

“Welcome home, Su.”

His eyes starts to get blurry.

“I'm home.”

[hayato-isomura-is-hot]

A deal is a deal... send in some fanfic ideas and I'll try my best ❤

[grievedeeply]

hellooo i saw that u write for aib. is it okay if i request something x reader for banda? (or chishiya, ur choice) where theyre are like cuddling while sleeping and reading justs wraps their leg around his body HAHA just straight up using him as a body pillow unknowingly loll😆 have a great day!

decided to just expand on this and make some cuddling headcanons. obviously the scenario you requested is included, but i couldn't help my mind :")

gn!reader | no tws | join my taglist !! | tags: @hawkins-hs

cuddling with chishiya and banda headcanons

chishiya shuntaro

he's not really big on affection in public.. but when he's in private, and in the mood for it, he'd 100% okay with cuddling with you

in a way, it helps to ground him. it keeps him with you, not in his head. he thinks a lot— and his mind does tend to wander— so having you around to hold is something that helps him

chishiya doesn't mind the position you take when cuddling. as long as he gets to be close to you, it's not a problem for him

though.. he does really like when you put your head on his chest. he'll have his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his hand rubbing calming circles into your arm. it's peaceful

you can hear his heartbeat when you lay that way. it reminds you that he's real and in front of you

he doesn't mind being the little spoon. he has to be in a certain mood for it though, so it's a good thing you're as close as you are, because he hates admitting he wants to cuddle verbally

you almost always have to initiate affection like that. he has to be really desperate to actually start cuddling with you even behind closed doors

you'll be sleeping, wrapping your leg around his body and you'll be unintentionally using him as a body pillow. it definitely happens a few times and he learns not to care

though the first time it happened, it felt really uncomfortable. not because of what you were doing, but because of the position he was laying in

though, he didn't move you. not right away, at least. eventually his arm fell asleep and he had to move to wake it up, but he'll wake you really gently as he does so

he's so comforting.. and knowing that he'll protect you in any way he can makes it easier to fall asleep in his arms

falling asleep cuddling becomes a more common occurrence as your relationship goes on, and as he gets more comfortable with it he'll be more willing to initiate it

it's not like he's shy by any means, he just hates admitting when he needs something. it makes him feel strange, and he hates feeling that way

sometimes he'll put his head on your chest for the same reasons you do with him. your heartbeat.. your breathing. all very calming to someone with a mind like his

he's very sweet. doesn't wake you up unless absolutely necessary

you fall asleep cuddling a lot, and he thinks it's really cute <3

also he definitely kisses your forehead if he can reach it when he cuddles you. he loves seeing you get flustered by it

banda sunato

he loves to cuddle!

he acts similarly to chishiya at first, and it takes him some time to warm up to the idea of physical affection in the way you want..

but the first time you wrap him up in your arms and just hold him there.. he falls in love with it

he feels safe with you, and he can only hope you feel the same with him. it's a good feeling, something he wishes to feel all the time

and he tries to. he always wants to hold you in his arms whenever he gets the chance, and he thinks it's really intimate to touch you in such a soft way

cuddling facing each other is something he really loves. it gives him the opportunity to just look at you. he gets to stare into your eyes and at your lips, occasionally kissing at your forehead whenever he feels like it

he likes watching your expressions, too. it helps him read people— even people other than you just by watching yours

you'll wrap your leg around him and use him as a pillow. he doesn't care. no matter how uncomfortable the position he's in, he'll refuse to move you

he feels so.. different with you. you trust him, and he hasn't had anyone trust him in the way you do in a long time. he'd be a fool to let that trust break

holding hands while cuddling.. something so simple but so sweet in his eyes. it helps him remember that you're really someone that loves and cares for him, because he needs that reminder sometimes

he comes up with the weirdest positions to cuddle in but somehow they're all so nice. sometimes he'll put his head on top of your stomach or something and cuddle with you that way

doesn't matter to him how you lay. as long as he gets to touch you, it's not a problem in his eyes

for someone with such a tough exterior, he's very big on cuddling. it's sweet to see how much he changes because of you

the impact you have on him is soooo massive. cuddling is something he probably never would've been comfortable with before meeting you

falling asleep in his arms??? he knows you trust him but he never thought that much. it flatters him. he wouldn't ever do anything to put you in harms way

he promises to you that he'll protect you. even though you don't hear it :")

[awonderfulliar]

We match.

banda sunato x reader

honestly I don't know what I'm doing. He's just hot. Reader is gn btw. Hope you like it.

You had just entered the teio prison after almost five full days without doing any games. Needless to say you weren't excited about the prospect of risking your life in these sadistic games again, but for ounce you were happy to be fully rested and healthy (or at least as healthy as one can be in the borderlands). You put one of the last two dark collars on and went up the stairs to find a group of people. Amongst them, a red haired woman in a blue dress and a blond man in a white sweater stood out to you. But they didn't strike you as much as the last participant did. He arrived a minute or two after you and his piercing blue eyes was starting to analyze everyone in the room. Until they landed on you. He stopped his gaze on you for a few seconds and titled his head to get a full look of you. You starred right back, unsure of what you or him were doing.

He was quite attractive with his blue shirt matching his eyes and had an intelligent look that drew you in. You broke the eye contact to stare at your shoes. They were muddy and your white tank still had blood on it as you didn't find clean clothes to wear. Your cargo pants did fit you quite nicely but your messy hair and overall look made you reconsider your situation. You weren't there to flirt, you were there to win.

As people started forming groups you stood on the side. You understood the rules and therefore knew that you couldn't truly rely on anyone. You came up to the guy in the yellow stripped shirt standing next to the blond.

"Could you please tell me my suite?" Did you ask with a small reassuring smile before turning around. "It's diamond" did the blue shirt guy announce while standing almost 6 meters away from you. "Yes, it's diamond" the yellow shirt man shyly confirmed. You starred at the blue eyed one with a surprised but daring look like you knew what he was doing even though you weren't. "Thanks a lot, yours is club." did you say while turning to look at the man you asked your suit to. "Oh that's really nice of you. My name's Ippei! what's yours?" did he reply with an innocent and childlike tone. "Y/N" did you wink at him. The blond who starred quietly at you since the beginning smiled "maybe he's the jack of hearts, so why ask him and not me?". You didn't answer to the question but looked attentively at the man. The silence settled in until the speaker announced that it was time to enter the cells.

Before you entered the cell, the blue shirt man gave you a smirk. Once you got out, you saw him leaning on the wall right outside your cell with his usual half cocky half psychopathic look. "Are you waiting for someone?" did you slowly say without looking at him.

-Yes, you Y/N.

-Really, and why is that?

-You owe me: I told you your suit so you should tell me mine now.

-First, what's your name?- you finally turned your body to face him

-Banda. Why does it matter?

-Well, Banda... I don't owe you anything because I didn't ask anything of you. However I'm feeling nice, so turn around.

He smirked again, but this time he realized you weren't as easily manipulated as he thought. After her turned around, you grazed his cold skin with your finger to grab the collar just a bit. You didn't need to do this to see the suit, but you wanted to touch him. And he took notice of that. "Heart". He turned to face you and stepped a bit closer to you. "Thank you. Your turn now. After all it's me that owes you now." You got taken aback as you didn't expect him to return the favor. You turned around, stressed and anxious as he scared you just a little bit. He gently pulled your hair on the side, and you shivered when you felt the coldness of his fingers. "Oh, look at that. It's heart too. We match...". You held back a little laugh. What the fuck is he doing? He still had his hand on your hair and put the locks back in their place before retrieving his hand but not without what felt like a caress on your neck. Your breathing became irregular as you weren't sure what he was trying to do. You could feel his closeness, his presence right behind you. Right there, towering over you like a dark cloud. And you were sure he could feel your shortness of breath too. Yet he wasn't saying anything.

The emo boy that was usually standing next to Banda walked in this delicate situation. You turned your body towards the newcomer and noticed Banda's annoyance at this interruption.

-Banda? What are you doing?

-Just making friends.

He said that while looking at you with an innocent and naive look like what just happened was perfectly normal. And in retrospect, it wasn't that weird. But why would he ask you out of everyone there, and why touch you like that, and the "we match"... was it really that normal?

You tried not to think too much about it and went into the snack room. You grabbed a biscuit box and went to sit with Ippei and the blonde. "Oh hi! I'm glad you're here, Chishiya is too I'm sure." did the innocent boy say while giving a quick glance to his new friend to make him notice your presence. Chishiya had noticed you since you walked into the room, he just chose not to say anything about it because there was nothing to be said... He had a hard time analyzing you and wasn't sure where to stand with you. You ate your biscuits, talked with Ippei and exchanged infos on your respective suits. Banda didn't lie: you were heart this round.

As you walked back in the common room which was what seemed to be the control room of the prison, you caught Banda glancing at you swiftly. Just long enough for him to really look at you but not long enough for everyone to notice. Even you, if you weren't that attentive to him in particular, wouldn't have noticed.

A tall man in a black shirt threw a tiny guy in front of Banda. "Tell me what my suit is!!!" did he yell angrily at the poor player. Banda then came right behind the harassed young man, and told him in a low voice so that no one heard him to tell him his suit was club. He then walked back to his original place and threw you a glance; you acted as you didn't hear a thing. When the bully walked past you, you confirmed what you already suspected: his suit wasn't club. His suit was diamond. Banda noticed your glare followed by a concerned posture: he knew you knew and took note of that.

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You had managed to stay alive for a few rounds and to avoid Banda. But Ippei was dead and you now had no one you trusted. The only ones left were a couple in formal suits that seemed to trust each other enough to not need a third, Chishiya that still had a hard time believing you were a trustable person, the emo guy you couldn't bring yourself to even remotely trust, and... Banda.

He knew you were now alone, noticed it as soon as Ippei's door stayed close. The moment you realized he wasn't alive anymore, Chishiya and Banda were looking at you. You didn't seem that sad, a bit disappointed, sure, but nowhere as wrecked as any young person should be after the loss of a friend. Truth was you were sad, but the borderlands taught you to never look desperate, even when you were. Both men thought of the two possibilities: or you were keeping a poker face and were actually sensible or normal, or you were an emotionless sociopath like them.

You wondered around the prison, thinking of some kind of plan that could save your ass from this mess. But nothing came to mind.

-You know you could just ask, right? a low voice behind you said

-I know.

-Then why don't you?

-Because it's not like I can trust you. Banda.

-Why can't you trust me?

-Because, maybe you're the jack of hearts, or maybe you're a sociopath that will kill me the minute it's useful to you.

Nothing. Silence. You were right. You knew you were right. And he knew too. He killed people before. People like you, beautiful ones and full of life and hope... Except you weren't full of those things anymore. Instead you were bitter and somewhat broken. Just like him he thought. That's why he liked you. You were once everything he hated: life, laughter, happiness, and love. But you were now everything he is: death, deceit, coldness, and disappointment. At least that's how he viewed you.

-You can trust me. I promise you won't regret it.

His voice somehow felt warmer and a little bit more sympathetic. You turned around to look at him. You didn't understand what made him promise anything to you, but you felt like playing with fire today.

-Can you tell me what my suit is then, please?

He approached you; you stepped back. He looked at you surprised. "Sorry" did you mutter, standing still as he took a few steps closer. You turned your back to him. He pushed strands of your hair on the side, his cold finger grazing your skin oh so slowly. You let out a short breath. "It's heart... again." You shifted your torso to dive into his eyes. "Thanks." He smiled and turned around. "It's heart too. We match. Again.". Silence settled after this sentence. He didn't turn around. You wondered why. For 10 seconds you were starring at the back of his head. Then you turned to leave but felt a hand on your wrist as you were about to step in the direction of the door. "Wait. Don't leave yet. Please.". He pulled your wrist closer to him so you were forced backwards so your back met his torso. He tilted his head for it stand next to yours. His lips almost touching your ear. "You really can trust me. I mean it. I won't hurt you.". You weren't shaking or trembling this time. Your breath was a bit shaky but you stood your ground. You turned back to face him but realized you were really close to him.

-I don't know you, how can I trust you?

-Get to know me... he responded with a small smile

-Is it true you only have a theoretical understanding of people's feelings?

You blurred that out mindlessly and hated yourself for the way it sounded. But you heard the man in the suit say it to his girlfriend. You wanted to know. He, on the other hand, was just as surprised as you: taken aback by the honesty and audacity of your tone. Why did you want to know? Why did you even care? His smile disappeared and he looked annoyed. Like you just asked a too personal question that wasn't your business. He sighed

-I... Yes. I guess it's true.

-Is it true you take pleasure in killing people?

He didn't respond. You knew you were pushing your luck. But hey, at least you asked. His face got even darker than before. He turned around and left without responding. But as he reached the doorknob and opened it, he shifted his gaze to you.

-Do you?

-What?

-Tell me. How many persons had to die for you to stay alive? How many did you push to their deaths in order to survive? Did you feel pleasure then?

-No. I didn't. I never will.

-Well you don't know what you're missing out on.

You didn't see his face as he exited the room but could swear he wasn't as cocky as before. Was it regret? Or was it something else? Whatever it was, you needed to get your head back in the game.

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The Jack of hearts was an emo kid with weird bangs? Whatever, the game was won, and you could go back to wondering in the borderlands alone and unbothered.

-Leaving so soon?

You jolted of surprise. Didn't expect Banda to follow you outside the gates with... blood on his shirt?

-Did you... ?

-Kill him? It's against the rules so no.

-Yeah but... You...

-Where are you going?

-Don't know. Far away from psychopaths and sociopaths until the next game I guess.

He laughed a bit. Another thing you didn't expect was for him to laugh. Because you were so pleasantly surprised, you weren't thinking when you said:

-You should come.

He looked at you in genuine shock.

-Why do you want me to come with you? I thought you didn't trust me?

-Would you come with me? If I asked you?

You didn't know why you wanted him to come. You just did.

-Yes. I would. Of course, I would. But you didn't answer my questions.

-Well then I'm asking you. Will you come with me?

-I will.

He looked at you in childlike curiosity. What were you thinking? And what was he thinking? Why did he accept?

-Good then. Let's go.

You started walking and he followed in your steps. Catching up to you he stared at you while keeping up the pace. In an instant of boldness and loneliness, you grabbed his hand. He smiled.

Here's part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/awonderfulliar/739438308308975616/we-match-part-2?source=share