── 🂺 first of all: the relationship begins only because you like him so much. you make your interest quite plain and he allows it. chishiya finds your presence tolerable, at times even pleasant. that’s why when you confess your feelings, he didn’t even look particularly surprised.
── 🂺 he openly admits that being in a romantic relationship is "out of character" for him. and yet, he wants to try it. think of it as a trial run.
── 🂺 your friends assume you are being delusional when you mention your couple status; and their jaws about dropped when chishiya confirms it.
── 🂺 bonds with you by playing mind stimulating games like shōgi. he sets up makeshift pieces with bottlecaps, anything he can find.
── 🂺 something that's also out of character for him is… handholding. something so ordinary, so human, that it kind of embarrasses him how much he enjoys it.
── 🂺 he is not physically affectionate. half the time you wonder if he even considers “this” as a real relationship. still, he allows certain things: your head against his shoulder. your hand sliding into his, without him pulling away. a light pat on your back as if congratulating a teammate. once, after surviving a brutal game that nearly killed everyone, he even wraps an arm around you briefly.
── 🂺 kissing is always on your side. chishiya does not initiate. not once. you’re often unsure, in fear of coming off as too pushy. when you finally lean in, he accepts it without hesitation, his lips stay completely still at first, letting you take the lead, until he finally presses back lightly, and over too quickly.
── 🂺 his idea of reassurance is deadpan and unintentionally cruel. "statistically, you are not a bad bet."
── 🂺 arguments don’t exist. or rather, you argue, he makes observations. chishiya enjoys teaching you through provocation. he makes a claim he knows you will argue with, just to see you fight for your perspective.
── 🂺 he often teaches through questions—never a direct answer or easy handout. if you struggle, he prods you with hints that force you to think. when you finally reach the conclusion yourself, he leans back, satisfied, "there it is."
── 🂺 you talk about the future sometimes. he never says "we." but rather, "when you leave this place, what will you do?" never if. always when.
── 🂺 chishiya never expected it to last. he thought you’d get tired of his evasions and tendency to deflect.
── 🂺 your relationship is his favourite paradox: it doesn’t make sense for someone like him to want it, and yet it’s the one thing he doesn’t plan an exit strategy for.
── 🂺 and if anyone asks, he’ll still shrug, still say it’s "out of character." but privately he thinks it suits him better than anything else ever has.
I have an aib request!! Maybe a shy! Reader always clinging to Chishiya? I’m weak for opposites attract and idk I just think it’s cute for new players at the beach to see Chishiya willingly let a girl cling to his jacket, maybe tho she’s equally smart and often underestimated or gets sent into a game and is the last one alive? Idk I’m idea dumping
Virus
Synopsis: The militants try to hit Chishiya where it hurts, but they forgot to factor in just how lethal you could be underneath all that softness.
Genre: fluff, reader having quite a dark side
Words: 3.6k
Warnings: mentions of blood, minor character death, violence
Note: this isn't proofread, whoops! also, pulled this game out of thin air, not gonna lie. let me know if i did a good job, I'm actually pretty proud of it ^ W ^
"What the fuck was that about?" you pouted at him. For the past hour, you've been waiting outside the meeting room, tapping your foot impatiently against the floor.
Despite being bestowed the "honor" of being called Number 11 just a month ago, the tides suddenly shifted when Last Boss refused to let you in. Even Chishiya was caught off guard, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion before he told you he'll "handle it."
Sixty minutes later, and now you're in one of the common rooms, picking at a pudding cup. Chishiya was silent, eyes fixed on something far away. You had one arm hooked around his, your other one holding the spoon.
It wasn't an uncommon sight for people to see you like this—you attached to him one way or another. Whenever you would wade through a crowd, you'd have a fistful of his jacket in your hand as he guided you forward. If there was a party and the environment was rowdy, eagle-eyed residents would spot you in a corner sharing earphones, listening to your own music.
"'Shiya, are they firing me?" You scooped up some of the pudding, bringing it close to his lips. He hummed in deep thought, letting you feed him.
"They wouldn't try," he finally responded. "They know what would happen if they did."
Your heart fluttered a little, making you bite the inside of your cheek to prevent a smile. After getting to know him for a while now, you've come to realize that only one word could fully describe your relationship: subtle.
He wasn't as big on PDA as you were, but he wasn't averse to physical touch as well. He wouldn't let you sit on his lap in public, but you'd feel his touch on your lower back whenever you were wandering around. He wasn't overtly jealous, but he didn't not care either. He was protective in the sense that he wouldn't make a scene. And it's in instances like this where his love for you really shows.
"Oooh, you're so hot when you're scary like this," you teased him, offering him another spoonful. He rolled his eyes, though a small smile played at his lips. He was silent after that for a few more minutes. You frowned a bit at this. Something was off.
"You gonna tell me what's on your mind?" you asked softly, placing your chin on his shoulder. Subconsciously, he leaned his head towards you.
"We're playing tonight, right?"
"Uh-huh. What about it?"
"They're putting us into separate groups this time." His eyes shifted towards you, trying to read your reaction.
Your eyes widened just a bit, surprised but not fully. In the past, you and Chishiya have come to expect that they'll use your relationship as a target. It was impossible for the militants or Hatter to have gotten a whiff of your plan to steal the cards, but a storm was about to come if they were trying to get rid of you first—and then presumably Chishiya.
You hummed, taking the last bite of pudding. Chishiya was still studying your expression. Truthfully, he wasn't worried about sending you off alone. He knew what you were capable of—your intellect and quick thinking were among the biggest reasons why he fell for you in the first place. It was who you were going to be grouped with that he was worried about.
"Well... I guess we had it coming," you stated plainly. You heard him scoff next to you. You quirked an eyebrow. "Is the great Shuntaro worried about little, old me?"
"Yes."
He moved so that he was facing you. Honey brown eyes bore into your own, his lips pinched in a thin line. The sarcasm died on your tongue, and you noticed how his knee was restlessly bouncing.
"I want you to come back here alive and well." It was a demand more than a request.
You took his hands gently into yours. "Of course I will. I'll always find my way back to bother you."
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"Where's your jacket?" Kuina gestured towards him with the lollipop. "Don't tell me you forgot it."
"It's with ___," he replied cooly.
Kuina tensed a little at your name. She knew about the separation ploy. Even further than that, she knew you were getting sent to a hearts game. She shifted from one foot to another, eyeing Chishiya carefully.
Upon first glance, he seemed aloof enough. His face was perfectly blank, eyes sharp. It was his hands that gave him away. He was repeatedly digging his nails into the tip of his thumb.
"I'm sure they'll be okay," Kuina murmured, nudging his shoulder. "They're tougher than everyone else thinks."
On the other side of the city, you were cozying yourself up in Chishiya's jacket as you leaned against the wall. The car had brought you to a mall, which had already unnerved you since it may mean you'd have to be quick on your feet. Large game zones always meant more physicality. The usual table filled with phones was also scattered with various weapons. Knives of various sizes, an axe, a baseball bat, dumbbells. All melee.
You've already armed yourself with the switchblade Chishiya made for you. You didn't want to risk carrying anything heavy around, especially not in a hearts game. You never knew if you'd need to run.
You eyed your "teammates," five militants you recognized to be under Niragi's posse. They couldn't have made it any more obvious that they were sending you to the wolves.
You rolled your eyes as they leered at you. It was one more minute before the game started, and your attention was drawn to a burly man accompanying an elderly woman. He was wearing a tank top reminiscent of Aguni's. He donned two full sleeves of tattoos and a row of piercings on his left ear.
Would've fit right in Aguni's faction if it weren't for the way he gently spoke to the woman.
Her crow's feet deepened when your eyes met. You gave her a small smile and a polite nod. She bowed lightly to you, mirroring your smile. You knew that part of Chishiya's protocol was to never look out for others, but god, you could already feel the guilt gnaw at you.
Just then, the familiar chime sounded, followed by the game announcer's voice.
"Registration has closed. There is a total of eight participants. The game will now commence.
Difficulty, 8 of Hearts. Game, Virus.
Clear condition: Find the antidote before the timer runs out.
Rules:
All players are Infected. Being Infected when the timer runs out will result in elimination. To be cured, players will need to find the antidote hidden in the shopping center. There is only one.
To administer the antidote, please place it in front of your phone camera.
Players are not allowed to exit the venue.
Players are allowed to use weapons.
Players will have 30 minutes before game over."
Almost immediately, the phones lit up with a timer counting down. There was palpable tension in the room, like all eight of you simultaneously held your breaths. Eight of you and only one antidote.
You could already see the gears turning in the militants' heads. Less people meant a larger chance to be cured. The one who went for the axe—Akira, you've come to remember his name—had a wolfish grin. Slowly, you inched yourself closer to the pair of newcomers.
The man already looked distressed, saying something inaudible into the old woman's ear. He froze when you came into view, his eyes narrowing at you. Before he could speak, you cut him off with a harsh whisper.
"Stay clear of them."
"Hey Kenji, aren't you Number 78?" You heard Akira speak behind you.
You subtlely nodded to the doors on the far left, an entrance to the grocery. Lots of shelves meant lots of places to hide. Lots of places to search. The tattooed man nodded in understanding, clutching the elderly woman's arm. Slowly, you led them farther and farther away from the armed men.
The militants were all focused on each other now. Akira was eyeing Kenji with a smirk. He was shorter, newer to the Beach. He took a cautious step back when Akira inched closer to him.
"I'm just double-checking, because if you aren't worth shit then that means I can do this."
You walked faster, breaking into a sprint when you heard the thick "thwack" of metal colliding with flesh. The body fell to the floor with a muted thump, followed by jeers and yells from the four remaining men.
"Don't look back!" You shouted at the pair. You led them into the supermarket area, winding around shelves and freezers. You finally stopped in your tracks when it was silent once more.
"How did you know they were going to..." The man trailed off, rubbing the elderly woman's back as she panted.
"I came here with them. Not really friends, more like begrudging workmates," you explained, catching your own breath. You stuck a hand out at them, introducing yourself.
"I'm Minato. This is my mother, Chiyo." Minato shook your hand firmly. Chiyo smiled at you once more, bringing her hand to her mouth before slowly turning it down.
"She's saying 'thank you,'" Minato said. You shrugged, moving to look around you.
"I think we should look around for now. We'll cross the bridge when we get there," you huffed, vaguely referring to the elephant in the room. Minato looked only half convinced, though nodded nonetheless.
The three of you moved together in silence, wary of the other men who may still be alive. At worst, it will still be the four of them. If, by some miracle, they were smart enough to work together, you'd have to face all of them if they decided they wanted to play the violent way. At best, it would be just Akira, or whoever would overpower him. After that, it would boil down to you, Minato, and Chiyo—something you did not want to think about for now.
"How are we even supposed to know what it looks like?" he asked you as you took off items from the shelves, digging around for anything that may be useful.
"Maybe our phones will light up when we come in contact with it?" you answered non-commitally.
You scanned your surroundings, seeing only half-off banners and posters offering discounts. "Under 40% off!" one of them read.
"What if it's not here?"
You turned around to look at them before peering around the shelves to glance at the entrance of the grocery. "Then we'd have to go out. You wouldn't happen to have anything you can defend yourselves with, would you?"
Minato gulped, shaking his head. He placed a hand on Chiyo's shoulder. "I'll be back, mama. I'll just look for things we can use. Take care of her while I'm away, okay?"
You assured him with a nod, carefully leading Chiyo to stand behind you. At least Minato was willing to trust you enough to leave you with his mother. The worry over betrayal was erased, for now.
You looked on as the seconds flew by on your phone. You've spent about 15 minutes in the shopping center, and you still have two whole floors left to investigate. You racked your brain, trying to think of the most efficient way to solve this.
You can't split up. Chiyo would be vulnerable, and Akira wouldn't hesitate to attack an old woman. Survival always came first in the Borderlands, sometimes more than humanity. If you went as a group, you'd risk having the timer run out. And even if you did find the antidote, what then?
That was when you heard the sliding doors part open. A small ding ran through the supermarket. You stuck close to the shelves, craning your head to see enough of the entrance. Chiyo followed suit.
Akira stood in the middle, face splattered with blood, a trail of crimson coming from the blade of his axe. He gripped it tightly, boots heavy on the tiled floor.
"___!" he called out. "I know you and your little friends are here!"
You looked around, still not seeing Minato. Akira walked aimlessly in your direction. You put a finger against your lips before gesturing to Chiyo. You'd have to go around and hope you'd meet Minato outside. Shakily, she hobbled towards the back aisle, silently making your way to door.
"I just want to talk!" Akira bellowed, hitting a display in one big swoop. Cans fell to the ground in echoing clatters. If Minato didn't know Akira was here, he sure would now. "You left so fucking fast a while ago!"
Akira swiped at the shelves, sending products toppling to the floor. From the corner of your eye, you saw Minato across the cash registers. He was kneeling down, pressed against one of the ledges. The end of a fire extinguisher poked out of his arms. He frantically pointed to the exit. You shook your head stubbornly.
"No, you'll break your mama's heart."
He shuffled on bent knees until he was a good distance behind a rampaging Akira. He stood up, bringing the fire extinguisher above his head. In front of him, Akira brought his eyes up, just in time to see their reflection in one of the freezer doors.
He spun around, bringing the axe across Minato's chest. Minato jumped back, shielding himself with the fire extinguisher. The axe blade broke through the metal, sending a steady puff of smoke out with a high-pitched wheeze.
"Stay close to the wall!" You lightly pushed Chiyo back before running towards Akira. You had gotten your blade out, swinging it at his neck. He jerked his head back, the blade cutting through his cheek instead. Minato got hold of the fire extinguisher again, smacking Akira in the side with it.
The militant stumbled back, but his grip on the axe was tight. He caught himself on one of the shelves and swung back at you. Minato shoved you out of the way, making you collide with one of the cashier stands. You smacked your head on the conveyor belt ledge, room spinning as you held yourself up.
"Under maintenance," the sign stuck on it read.
Unsteadily, you straightened up once more, seeing Minato on the ground as he clutched the side of his thigh. The fabric of his pants was torn, blood gushing out of the deep cut. Akira towered above him, extending his arms high above his head for the killing blow.
You swiftly grabbed one of the cans from the ground, chucking it at him. Bullseye, square in the face. He staggered backward, letting out a pained cry. You dragged Minato away from him, adrenaline pumping in your ears. Your vision wasn't fully clear yet, but you dove for the axe.
You had managed to grab the handle closest to the blade, but Akira's hand shot out to clutch the other end. The two of you fought, trying to wrench it out of each other's grip. He had you pinned against one of the cash registers, struggling to press the bladed end into you.
"You think lover boy would cry if I brought back your corpse?" he sneered at you through a toothy grin.
Just then, a blast of smoke hit him. With your remaining strength, you pushed off the axe handle, sending Akira flying back. Chiyo held onto the fire extinguisher, emptying it on a coughing Akira. You brought your arm around your face, burying your nose in the jacket's cotton. With your free arm, you dug around, blindly feeling the floor. Finally, your fingers came into contact with your switchblade.
Just as the smoke ran out, you lunged at Akira, plunging the blade into his sternum, just a little to the left. Exactly where the heart was, as Chishiya taught you. You retracted the blade, pushing it back in deeper. Akira limply struggled beneath you, mouth gaping in a wordless taunt. Eventually, he stopped moving.
You got up, wiping the blood off your blade using your shorts. You turned to Chiyo, who found her way to Minato. She was trembling as she pressed her hands against his wound. Below her, he gritted his teeth in pain. Panicked, you glanced at your phone. Seven minutes.
You swore, briskly walking up to them.
"Give me your phones. I'll find the antidote and—"you made eye contact with Minato. "I'll scan it using Chiyo's."
"How will we know you won't use yours?"
"Then I'll take her with me."
He chuckled humorlessly. "And leave me here?"
"Would you rather have all of us die?" you retorted, furrowing your brow. You could faintly hear the seconds tick down on your phone. For a moment, it was just you and Minato holding eye contact, challenging one another. It didn't look like either of you was budging soon.
"If I would scan using my phone, I would have left you by now." His brow furrowed deeper, mouth open with an argument that died on his tongue. Chiyo pressed Minato's cracked phone into your hands.
She smiled tearfully at you, repeating her gesture of thanks. You tilted your head towards her. With one last glance at Minato, you stood up.
"No! Mom! Give her yours! Mama!"
Minato's voice faded behind you as you made your way back to the center of the mall. You frantically looked around. Kenji's body was sprawled near the table. Another body was near one of the potted plants, at the landing of the escalator.
You forced your breathing to slow down. Chancing at one more look at your phone, you figured you had 5 minutes. You slowly spun around, taking in your surroundings.
Your eyes scanned the shopfronts, the banners, the posters tacked on the columns.
"Under 1,000 yen!"
"See us under the food court!"
"Selected items under 5, 000 yen!"
You brought your gaze back to one of the escalators, a piece of paper taped on its side.
"Under renovation."
Under.
It hit you.
You scrambled back to the phone table. Trying your best to avoid the pool of blood, you knelt down and peeked underneath. Sure enough, a 2x2 QR code was taped underneath. Below it was a red cross.
You positioned Minato's phone underneath it, angling the camera to line up with the code.
"Come on, come on," you pleaded.
Finally, the phone buzzed. Yours did as well. Confused, you brought both phones out, placing them on the ground.
"Antidote administered. You won!"
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Back at the Beach, Chishiya stood next to Kuina. They were on the balcony overlooking the entrance, waiting for time to trickle slowly as group after group came back. Everyone except yours.
Niragi and his group of "friends" perched around the couches, revelling as the night stretched on and you still haven't arrived. He tilted his head in Chishiya's direction, a mocking smirk on his face.
He tapped his fingers repeatedly on the balcony, letting out a long sigh. "Why aren't they back yet?"
"I don't know, Chishiya."
"They should be back by now. The games never take this long."
"Maybe they're driving back right now? Maybe it's an endurance game?"
Chishiya scoffed. "It's a hearts game. You don't need endurance for that."
"Well, I don't know, Chishiya, okay? I'm worried too," Kuina glanced at him, grimacing in irritation.
As if on cue, you walked breezily through the large doors. Chishiya's eyes widened at the sight of you. Dark red seeped into his jacket, your sleeves, especially, soaked with them. A large bloodstain was spattered over your t-shirt, flecks of scarlet stuck on your chin and cheeks. You glanced around, face blank. When your eyes met, your mouth broke into the biggest grin.
You sprinted towards him, Chishiya walking briskly to meet you halfway down the steps. Before he could get a word out, you wrapped him up in a tight hug. His arms snaked around your frame, pressing you against him.
"What took you so long, you idiot?" he mumbled against your neck. To your surprise, he gently cradled your face in his hands, pressing his lips softly against yours. You hummed, beaming as he pulled away.
Kuina folded her arms, proudly watching you both. She sneaked a glance at Niragi, a deep scowl on his face. This made her laugh under her breath.
"I told you I'd be back," you knotted your fingers in between his. You smoothed down the worried crease between his brows. You giggled, accidentally transferring some of the blood onto his skin.
"Sorry about that. I guess we'll both need to shower." Chishiya rolled his eyes as you winked teasingly at him.
Kuina moved towards you, embracing you as well. "Jesus, that worried the fuck out of me. What happened to you?"
"Don't worry, it's not mine," you referred to the blood. "I had to drop some friends off on the way."
The three of you started to make your way back to your room, Chishiya's hand gripping your waist firmly.
"Oi!" Niragi called after you. You groaned, turning halfway to him. You cocked a brow.
"What the fuck did you do to my boys, huh?"
For a moment, you contemplated what you would answer. You could tell the truth, tell him his "boys" mindlessly went after each other for a cure that needed to be activated only by one person—logic they missed out on. You could lie and act tough, bluff that you killed them yourselves. You glanced at Chishiya, his mouth formed in a content grin.
"I didn't do anything. They were too dumb, that's all. Just like you."
"You heard that, Niragi. Now back the fuck off. ___ had a long day," Chishiya's eyes narrowed down at him. Without another word, he brought you closer to him by the waist, promising to pamper you for the night.
Hi there!! I really like your writing and was wondering if I could request a Chishiya NSFW alphabet? Thanks so much!! 🌼
Shuntaro Chishiya | NSFW Alphabet
Summary: What would Chishiya be like in bed?
Warning: +18, smut, rough sex, voyeurism, sex toys.
Now playing: Young God — Halsey
Note: English is not my first language so feel free to tell me if there are any mistakes.
A = Aftercare:
It depends entirely on your status in his life. If it’s just casual, don’t expect much more than a nod.
But if you’re official, he’s surprisingly attentive in his own detached way. He’ll make sure you’re comfortable, bringing you a glass of water or a fresh towel without being asked. He’ll linger by your side in silence, letting you catch your breath while he absentmindedly runs his long fingers through your hair.
He isn't the "cuddly" type, but he is meticulous about your well-being.
B = Body part:
His favorite part of you? Your eyes. He’s obsessed with watching how they blown out and lose focus when you slip over the edge.
As for himself, he knows his hands and mouth are his best assets. He takes great pride in using them to systematically dismantle your composure.
C = Cum:
He prefers to come on your stomach or your chest. He’s a visual person and loves the contrast against your skin. True to his nature, he always has something nearby to clean you up immediately… he likes to keep things as pristine as his own image.
D = Dirty Secret:
He has a subtle voyeuristic streak. It’s not about having others watch, but about watching you. He loves fucking you in front of a mirror, forcing you to look at yourself while he takes you so you have to acknowledge exactly how much pleasure he's causing.
E = Experience:
Being a doctor, his knowledge of human anatomy isn't just theoretical. He has plenty of experience, mostly from casual flings. He knows exactly which nerves to hit and which spots are the most sensitive, allowing him to maximize your pleasure or your desperation with surgical precision and minimal effort.
F = Favourite position
Prone bone. He loves pinning you flat against the mattress. It gives him total control… he can grip your hands, your hair or your waist all while watching your back arch beautifully under his weight.
G = Goofy:
Absolutely not. Sex is an analytical, serious endeavor for him. However, he might drop a dry, sarcastic remark or a light taunt about the sounds you’re making just to see how deep of a crimson he can make you blush.
H = Hair:
He prefers everything to be well-groomed. He keeps himself perfectly maintained and expects the same from you. He prefers the feeling of smooth, uninterrupted skin, especially when he’s going down on you.
I = Intimacy:
His approach is more cerebral than emotional. He is constantly analyzing you, sensing what you need before you even realize it yourself. Its a connection where words are redundant, and physical understanding is absolute.
J = Jack off:
Rarely. He only does it when you’re away and he needs a quick stress release. Occasionally, if you’re there, he might ask you to watch him just so he can study your reaction to the sight.
K = Kink:
He is addicted to sensory deprivation. Blindfolding you is his go-to. He enjoys seeing your other senses heighten and watching how you become entirely dependent on his touch and the sound of his voice to know what’s coming next.
L = Location:
Strictly private. He has no interest in the risk of getting caught… he prefers a quiet and controlled environment where he can focus all of his analytical attention on you without distractions.
M = Motivation:
Praise is his silent fuel. He acts like your compliments dont move him, but you know better… they get under his skin in the best way. He is also highly motivated by seeing your naked silhouette in bed, especially when you’re being provocative. Ultimately, he’s driven by seeing how far he can push you… discovering your limits and being the only one who can evoke such a visceral reaction from you.
N = NO:
He has zero tolerance for poor hygiene or unnecessary mess. He isnt into "pain for the sake of pain" or anything that feels unrefined. For Chishiya, pleasure should be a sophisticated experience.
O = Oral:
He prefers giving. He takes immense pride in his ability to make you unravel using only his tongue. He loves the view from down there and having total control over your rhythm.
P = Pace:
Slow and deliberate. He is never in a rush. He takes his time exploring every inch of your skin, only increasing the intensity when he feels you’re right on the verge of breaking.
Q = Quickie:
Hardly ever. He’d rather dedicate proper time to it. If he does agree to one, it’ll be efficient, cold and incredibly intense… leaving you shaking while he fixes his clothes and walks away like nothing happened.
R = Risk:
Very low. He won't risk his comfort or your privacy for a cheap adrenaline rush. He finds much more thrill in the calculated safety of a locked room.
S = Stamina:
Surprisingly high. His lean frame is deceptive, he has remarkable physical endurance and can maintain a steady and punishing pace for a long time without ever looking fatigued.
T = Toys:
Yes, but in moderation. If he introduces one, it’ll be high-tech and incredibly effective. He views them as an extension of his own hands to experiment with new sensations on your body.
U = Unfair:
He is a master of teasing. He will start something and stop the second you’re at your limit, forcing you to beg for more. He thrives on the power he holds over your desires.
V = Volume:
Very quiet. All you’ll hear is his heavy breathing and the occasional low and raspy whisper in your ear. He prefers to listen to every whimper that escapes your lips, using them as his roadmap.
W = Wild Card:
If he’s annoyed or angry, Chishiya enjoys being a bit cruel in bed.
Edging you is his favorite weapon. He’ll start off rough and fast, but the moment he feels your climax building, he’ll stop completely and mock you. He’ll graze his length against your folds without entering, watching your legs shake with desperate need.
Other times he’ll go agonizingly slow, ignoring your pleas to go harder, finding his satisfaction in your frustrated tears.
X = X-Ray:
He’s quite well-endowed, notably above average but perfectly suited to his slender build. His skin is very pale, matching the rest of his body, with faint veins that become prominent when he's aroused.
Y = Yearning:
He’ll never admit he misses you. If he’s yearning for you, he’ll show it through a cold but intense comment or by hovering near you more than usual. His way of saying "I need you" is through silent, persistent physical contact.
Z = ZZZ:
He doesn't crash immediately. He likes to stay in the dim light for a while, enjoying the post-coital silence. If he does fall asleep, he’ll maintain a small point of contact, his hand on yours or his feet brushing against yours, just to ensure you’re still there.
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forcing chishiya to watch cringey sitcoms or romance tv shows with you...
He'd say it was a waste of both your and especially his time, but with enough begging he'd begrudgingly sit down and watch one episode with you.
Is analyzing every character and their motives.
This man is obviously a diamond but jesus christ does he perform like a heart player
He doesn't ever raise his voice but you hear so many audible sigh...'s come from him you occasionally ask if he genuinely doesn't wanna watch. To which he always says he doesn't care and continues watching.
Eventually, he starts fully predicting the ends of episodes.
"He's obviously voting for Red-headed-girl over here to leave, I mean, with his body language and how nonconfrontational he is—the only option is for him to quietly get her away from every one else."
He's so on the mark with all of his predictions you start getting suspicious;
"Have you watched this?"
"No, they're just all so painfully obvious with their intentions."
He eventually chooses a random character you didn't even really notice was there and says they will win.
"Her. The lady with the awkward demeanor and hunched shoulders. She'll figure this out eventually, given how much she's already been able to calculate the other's moves."
"...Has she even said any lines?"
"Two."
So, you guys make this a habit, where everyday when he returns from the hospital, you'll make some udon noodles and watch your shitty reality show.
He denies liking it—saying most of the episodes are repetitive and frankly bland—but he still can't hide the small tug at the corners of his mouth whenever one of his predictions turns out to be right.
Okay um so HMANSMSZBNW I LIVE FOR YOUR CHISHIYA FICS AND I JUST WANTED TO KNOW IF HE WOULD EVER TRY TO MAKE HIS S/O SQUIRT??
ALSO UM can you do niragi too if you're comfortable with writing him? And if this entire idea is too much please feel free to reject this!!
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Thank you so much!! That means a lot 💞💞 I decided to write this like a headcanon so I could fit both off them!
Summary: Chishiya & Niragi's reaction to reader squirting.
A/N: I did include Niragi but this is technically an AU where he isn't a rapist. Although it's not relevant; I just thought I'd make that clear.
CHISHIYA is a clean freak. He prefers everything to be in one place; if he puts something in a specific spot, he'd spiral if it's not there. Messes always made him overwhelmed, almost claustrophobic.
But when he's pulling in and out of you, while using his fingers to circle around your clit, he can't help but freeze when he feels you soak the sheets beneath you.
He could hear your soft murmurs of apologies as you writhed beneath him. His eyes going to where your bodies connected with a surprised expression.
All he would do is sit there and register what your body did; for him for that matter. To his own surprise, he wasn't annoyed by the mess you had made, but proud of himself for it.
You squirting, fuels his ego like gas for a car. It makes him realize just how much he could manipulate your body and make you feel as good as you did, especially if you've never done that to anyone else.
NIRAGI is a madman. He prefers the messes; gets off on it. He always loved seeing his cum spread around your body. Being able to cum on your face when you'd let him was what he'd look forward to the most.
He fucks you with desperation in each thrust, yearning for your load moans of his name so everyone could hear just how good he made you feel.
He'd watch as you drifted your fingers down to your clit to stimulate yourself just a little more. The feeling of Niragi's lower half being covered in your arousal, made him laugh.
It made him go harder, a wide wicked smile on his face as he found out just how much he loved being covered in you; almost more than he liked seeing you covered in him.
Yandere!chishiya x yandere!niragi school au perhaps........ 👀👀 or maybe just yandere!chishiya x niragi cuz thats also cute idk
okay you have unlocked something feral in me, let's GO 👇
✮ yandere!chishiya x yandere!niragi - school au headcanons ✮
how it starts:
chishiya shuntaro is the kid who sits in the back of the classroom with a hoodie up, hasn't raised his hand once all semester but has a perfect score on every exam. scholarship student on paper, but there are rumours he comes from money and just doesn't care enough to pretend. teachers can't stand him because he's smarter than all of them and makes sure they know it with that little curl of a smile
niragi suguru is the delinquent everyone's scared of. pierced, dyed hair (he started showing up with silver streaks junior year just because they told him not to), carries a switchblade he's absolutely used, fistfights behind the gym, smokes on the roof during class. the kind of guy who laughs when someone cries
they don't fit together. that's the whole point
it starts because chishiya watches niragi beat the hell out of a kid in the courtyard and instead of looking away like everyone else, he just... tilts his head. studies him. like niragi is a specimen
niragi feels the stare. looks up with blood on his knuckles. and this pale little shit in the back just smiles at him like interesting
niragi doesn't know whether he wants to kill him or fuck him. (spoiler: both)
how niragi's yandere manfiests:
possessive in the most violent, territorial way imaginable. niragi doesn't do subtle. niragi puts a boy in the hospital for asking chishiya for notes. breaks a girl's phone because she took a picture of chishiya at the cultural festival
leaves bruises on chishiya's wrists and neck and then gets off on watching chishiya pull his hoodie sleeves down in class, knowing they're there
he's the kind of yandere who WANTS to be caught. wants people to know. carves his initials into chishiya's desk, writes his name in sharpie on the inside of chishiya's bag. marks his territory like a goddamn animal
when chishiya even looks at another student for too long niragi goes quiet in this scary way, and chishiya's insides LIGHT UP with malicious glee because he loves what he can do to him
texts chishiya at 2am things like where are you who are you with if i find out you lied i'll fucking slit their throat with you watching
he means it. chishiya knows he means it. that's the appeal
how chishiya's yandere manifests:
chishiya doesn't threaten people, chishiya ruins them. with surgical precision. quiet little moves no one ever traces back to him
that girl in niragi's class who laughed at something niragi said? chishiya digs up her family's financial situation, leaks something nasty to the right person. she transfers by the end of the month. niragi never even knew she existed and that's the point
he plays dumb, plays bored, plays "i don't even like him that much, he's just entertaining" while having niragi's schedule memorised, knowing his home address, knowing where he smokes, knowing exactly which of niragi's friends is starting to get too close and needs to be... inconvenienced
chishiya's yandere is ownership disguised as indifference. he'll let niragi rage and threaten and break things and just smile, because every crack in niragi's composure is proof that chishiya has him. that he got under the skin of the scariest kid in school and nested there
will gaslight niragi ON PURPOSE just to watch him spiral. "i don't know what you're talking about. i wasn't even there." when niragi has PHOTOS. chishiya just tilts his head. makes niragi feel crazy. loves it
the one time niragi actually breaks down, grabs chishiya by the collar shaking, eyes wet with rage, stop fucking playing with me, chishiya finally kisses him. and it's the cruellest tender thing niragi's ever felt
their dynamic:
everyone at school thinks they hate each other. niragi shoves chishiya into lockers in the hallway. chishiya insults his intelligence loudly in front of teachers. they're banned from being partnered on projects
meanwhile they're fucking in the art supply closet during lunch
niragi is rough, hand around chishiya's throat, teeth on his jaw, say it, say you're mine, say it you little bitch, and chishiya lets him, smirking the whole time, because niragi needs to hear it and chishiya can't say it any other way
they never say i love you. they say things like i'd kill for you (niragi) and i'd let you (chishiya) and somehow that's worse
they share a blacklist. chishiya makes it. niragi enforces it
they both carry knives. chishiya's is cleaner
darker bits:
there's a kid who used to be niragi's friend. started getting concerned about how obsessed niragi was getting. tried to intervene. chishiya noticed. niragi noticed chishiya noticing. the kid "moved away." neither of them asked each other about it. they just knew
they have a shared alibi for something. neither has ever said what. it's the most intimate thing they share
chishiya once drugged niragi's drink at a school thing because niragi was getting too loud about him in front of people. woke up in chishiya's bed with his phone wiped of every number that wasn't chishiya's. niragi was furious for six hours and then grateful for the rest of his life
codependent in a way that would make a therapist quit the profession
okay that's enough brainrot, HAVE A FIC TOO because i have no self control 👇
✮ ROOFTOP ✮
The bell rang twenty minutes ago and the rooftop door shouldn't have been unlocked, but Chishiya had the kind of patience that turned locks into suggestions. He sat on the railing with his legs crossed at the ankle, hoodie sleeves pulled down over his knuckles, the wind pushing his pale hair into his eyes. Below, the courtyard was emptying out in slow streams of uniforms. He watched without seeing any of it.
He heard the door slam open behind him. Didn't flinch.
"You fucking liar."
"Hello to you too, Suguru."
Niragi's footsteps were heavy on the concrete, uneven in the way they got when he was too angry to think about walking. Chishiya could smell the cigarette smoke on him before he even arrived, cheap menthol and something sharper, adrenaline maybe. Blood, possibly. He hoped it wasn't anyone important.
A hand closed around the back of his hood and yanked. Chishiya let himself be pulled off the railing, let his back hit the concrete hard enough to drive the breath out of him, and smiled up at Niragi with a mouth that still tasted like the apple juice he'd had at lunch.
"Your technique is sloppy today," Chishiya murmured. "Rough morning?"
"Who the fuck is he."
"You'll have to be more specific."
Niragi straddled him right there on the rooftop, one knee on either side of Chishiya's hips, the blade of his switchblade already out and flashing in the afternoon light. He pressed the flat of it against Chishiya's cheek. His hand was shaking. Chishiya noted that with the detached interest of a scientist watching a reaction in a beaker.
"The guy. From class 2-B. I saw you. In the library. He was—he had his hand on your fucking arm, Shuntaro, don't play stupid with me, I'll cut your tongue out—"
"He was showing me a page in a textbook."
"Bullshit."
"Mm." Chishiya tilted his head against the blade, pressing his own cheek into it rather than away. A thin red line opened up. Niragi's eyes went black. "Bullshit. You're right. He was flirting with me."
Niragi made a sound that wasn't quite human.
"I didn't flirt back, if that helps."
"It doesn't help," Niragi hissed, and the knife moved, down to Chishiya's throat, pressed flat and hot against the pulse there. Chishiya's pulse did not speed up. It never did, not when it mattered. Only Niragi had ever noticed that, and only Niragi had ever resented it. "You let him. You sat there and you let him—"
"I was gathering information."
"About what."
"About whether you'd do something about it."
Niragi froze.
Chishiya watched the thought land in him, slow as poison. Watched the outrage flicker, shift, complicate. Niragi's mouth opened. Closed. The hand holding the knife trembled harder, but not with rage anymore, with something uglier, something needier, something Niragi would never have admitted to anyone else on earth and possibly not to himself.
"You—" Niragi's voice cracked. "You set me up. You set him up."
"I gave you an opportunity."
"You used me."
"Suguru." Chishiya lifted one hand, slow, careful, the way you'd approach a wild animal, and brushed his knuckles along the line of Niragi's jaw. Niragi's breath hitched audibly. "I only use things I want to keep."
"Fuck you."
"Whenever you'd like."
The knife clattered against the concrete. Niragi's hands were on him then, both of them, one fisted in his hoodie and one in his hair, yanking his head back, exposing his throat. Niragi's mouth came down on the cut he'd made and sucked at it, hard, and Chishiya let out the smallest sound he would ever permit himself, something like a sigh, something like a laugh. His fingers slid into Niragi's dyed-silver hair and tightened.
"Tell me his name," Niragi rasped against his skin. "Tell me right now."
"After."
"Now."
"After, Suguru." Chishiya's voice was honey-soft. "Or I won't tell you at all."
Niragi bit him. Hard. Left teeth marks in the hollow of his throat that would take a week to fade, and Chishiya's eyes fluttered closed for just a moment, the only time he ever let himself look anything other than amused. When he opened them again Niragi was staring down at him with a look that should not have existed on a seventeen-year-old's face, pupils blown, lips wet, an expression that was part worship and part murder and entirely, entirely Chishiya's.
"You're insane," Niragi breathed. "You're fucking insane, you know that? Who the fuck does that. Who sets up their own—their own—"
"Their own what?"
Niragi couldn't say it. He never could. The word snagged in him every time like a hook.
Chishiya smiled, slow and terrible and fond. "Mine," he supplied, helpfully. "You were going to say mine."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
Niragi kissed him then, and it wasn't a kiss so much as a collision, teeth and tongue and the copper taste of the cup on Chishiya's cheek bleeding into both their mouths. Chishiya kissed back with patient, maddening precision, the way he did everything, like he had all the time in the world and was graciously loaning some of it to you. Niragi whimpered into it. He would rather have died than admit he whimpered into it. Chishiya filed the sound away in the private place in his head where he kept all the pieces of Niragi that belonged only to him.
When they broke apart Niragi was panting. Chishiya wasn't.
"His name," Niragi demanded, forehead pressed to Chishiya's.
"Yamazaki. Second year. He takes the train home from the east exit at six."
"Six."
"Don't kill him."
"What."
"You heard me." Chishiya's hand slid down to curl around the back of Niragi's neck, thumb stroking over the knob of his spine. "His uncle is a prosecutor. A hospital visit is fine. A funeral is inconvenient."
Niragi stared at him. Then, slowly, a smile spread across his face, wide and wrong and delighted, the smile that had made three different teachers request transfers.
"You already knew about the uncle."
"I already knew about the uncle."
"You planned the whole thing."
"I planned the whole thing."
"I fucking love you," Niragi said, and then his eyes went huge like he'd shocked himself with it, like the words had fallen out without his permission. He opened his mouth to take it back. Closed it. Opened it again.
Chishiya didn't say it back. He never would. But he pulled Niragi down and kissed the pulse in his throat, right where his own bite mark from last week was just starting to yellow, and Niragi shuddered all the way down to his shoes.
"Six 'clock," Chishiya murmured against his skin. "East exit. Don't be late."
"I won't."
"And Suguru."
"Yeah?"
"Wear gloves this time."
Niragi laughed, a real laugh, ugly and bright, and kissed him again, and somewhere three floors below them a boy named Yamazaki packed up his textbooks with no idea at all that he had been, briefly, the most important person in either of their lives.
i hope this scratches the itch, these two live rent-free in my toxic little brain and i WILL write more if you send another ask 💋
-he will tell you the most disturbing and gross random facts at the worst times.
"Did you know that the average"
"I'm eating!"
-wants cuddles 24/7. Especially after a long shift
-Not a big fan of PDA
"Come on,give me a hug"
"No"
"We're literally engaged!"
Sugaru Niragi
-Violent tendencies asde,Niragi is VERY possessive due to his insecurities. Which speaking of he will need some reassurance. He still thinks he's not good enough and that can cause him to lash out.
-he's very big about PDA. Like to a point where it's a bit too much. This man would try making out with you in public
"Baby"
"No"
"Please?"
"I'm not slipping tongue in public
-After arguments he's a big baby. He won't apologize with words but he'll give you lots of hugs and kisses. Maybe even breakfast in bed
