uhhh yandere/possessive niragi x chishiya beach era aaaaa pls feed me 🤤🤤🤤
the way you said "pls feed me 🤤" and my brain IMMEDIATELY went "okay stairwell scene. ebach era. gun to his ribs." you get it. have some unhinged possessive niragi 🔥
✮ LINE OF SIGHT ✮
yandere/possessive niragi x chishiya, Beach era
The Beach at night was loud.
Music pounding, bodies pressed together at the pool, somebody screaming-laughing near the bar, glasses breaking, Hatter's voice echoing from somewhere like a bad reverb. It was noise on top of noise, and Niragi usually loved it. Loved the chaos, the excuse to bark orders at his guys, the way people scrambled when they heard his boots on tile.
Tonight it made his teeth grind.
Because every time he glanced over at the far side of the lobby, the noise blurred out, and all he could see was Chishiya.
Chishiya in his stupud white hoodie and board shorts, hood down for once, pale neck bare. Sitting on one of the lobby couches with his legs drawn up, ankles crossed, like the world was a waiting room and he was bored of waiting. Kuina was laughing at something next to him, one arm thrown over the back of the couch, hair sticking to her shoulders from the pool. Arisu hovered at the edge of their little circle, looking wrecked and eager and easy to move around.
Chishiya had his head tilted, eyes half-lidded. Listening. The corner of his mouth was doing that faint twitch that meant he'd just said something shitty and smart.
Niragi wanted to put a bullet between his eyes and also put his thumb in that little crease of a smile and pull it wider just to see what it looked like.
"Boss," one of the militants said, jogging up, breathless. "We got a situation at the bar, some newbie's—"
"Handle it," Niragi snapped without looking away. "That's what you're for."
The guy swallowed and ran.
Across the room, Kuina bumped her shoulder into Chishiya's. He didn't flinch. Just cut her a look from under his fringe and said something low that made her throw her head back and cackle.
Niragi's jaw clicked.
He slung his rifle more comfortably against his back and started walking.
He cut through the crowd like a knife, ignoring hands that grabbed at him, idiots trying to haul him into their drunk orbit. Someone tried to slap him on the back, he shrugged them off without even looking.
By the time he hit the couch area, Kuina had stood up to go grab drinks. Perfect.
Arisu opened his mouth like he was about to say something to Chishiya, some dumb question, some whiny little plea for mentorship or comfort, and Niragi stepped between them before he could get a word out.
"Beat it, kid," he said.
Arisu blinked. "What—"
"You deaf?" Niragi grinned, all teeth. "Little exec meetin'. You're not on the list."
Arisu's eyes flicked to Chishiya, like maybe he'd get rescued.
Chishiya just blinked back, slow as a cat. "You heard him," he said mildly. "Run along."
Arisu's face did that hurt-puppy thing that made Niragi's fingers itch. He backed off, glancing between them, then disappeared into the noise.
"You're abusing your authority," Chishiya said, not bothering to sit up.
"Only got it if I use it," Niragi shot back.
He grabbed the front of Chishiya's hoodie and yanked him up before anyone could really clock what was happening. Chishiya let himself be hauled to his feet, eyes narrowing just a fraction.
"Walk," Niragi said in his ear.
He didn't wait for agreement. Just turned and dragged him toward the service hallway behind the lobby, away from the main flow of drunk bodies.
Chishiya didn't resist. That almost made it worse.
"You're being very dramatic," he observed as they slipped into the dim corridor, music muffled by concrete. "Are we going to shoot someone or fuck or is this something else entirely."
"Shut up."
Niragi shoved him through the first door on the left and kicked it closed behind them.
The stairwell was half-lit and smelled like dust and chlorine. The thump of the party was a dull heartbeat under their feet. Nobody used this place unless they were sneaking a smoke or a fuck. Or both.
Niragi pressed Chishiya back against the cool cement wall hard enough that his head tapped it, forearm across his collarbones. Not enough to choke. Yet.
"You got a problem with my face?" Chishiya asked calmly, looking right at him, as if his spine wasn't being introduced to concrete by a very loaded man with very bad impulse control.
"Yeah," Niragi said, too fast. "Actually. I fuckin' do."
"How tragic for you."
His eyes were doing that thing. That look that slid over Niragi like he was being inventoried, broken down into parts and prices. Condescending. Always.
Niragi slammed his palm into the wall right next to his head. "Stop fuckin' looking at other people like that."
"Like what."
"Like that!" The words tore out of him. "Like they're—interesting. Like they're in on some joke with you. You don't look at me like that."
Chishiya blinked.
Niragi realised too late what he'd just said.
"Oh," Chishiya said.
"Shut up."
"I see."
"I said shut up."
He grabbed Chishiya's chin, fingers digging in, thumb pressed hard into the hinge of his jaw. "You think I don't see you? Huh? Pretty boy sittin' in your little corner, pickin' people like toys. You think I don't notice when you smile at them. When you waste that shit on them instead of—"
He bit it off.
Chishiya's lashes lowered a fraction. "Instead of what."
"You know what."
"You're going to have to be more precise," Chishiya said, voice softening in that dangerous way. "My attention span's not what it used to be."
His hoodie was bunched in Niragi's fist, fabric stretched tight across his chest. He was smaller up close, bony under the cotton, throat pale and thin and right there. Niragi had a sudden, vivid image of putting his hand around it. Not to crush. Just to feel.
Fuck.
"You think I don't see you," Niragi said again, lower now. "Watchin' me. Every time I crack someone's skull for mouthin' off, every time I point my gun at some dumb bitch who doesn't know when to stop talking. You're always there. Smirkin'. Like it's funny."
"Sometimes it is," Chishiya said. "You have a certain... performative flair."
Niragi shoved his forearm a fraction higher, pinning him more securely to the wall. "You like watchin' me hurt people."
Chishiya's eyes flicked over his face, down to his mouth, then back up. "Are you looking for moral condemnation, Niragi, or a yes."
"Yes," Niragi spat.
Chishiya huffed a tiny laugh. "Then yes. It's entertaining."
"Yeah?" Niragi leaned in, close enough that their breath mingled. "Still funny if I tell you half of 'em got their skulls cracked 'cause they were starin' at you wrong?"
He felt the slightest catch in Chishiya's pulse under his wrist. Barely. But it was there.
"Ah," Chishiya said softly. "So that's what this is about."
"Guy from the card room yesterday. The girl at the pool bar. That freak from the light bulb game." Niragi's voice dropped to a growl. "You think they tripped? You think they just stopped comin' around?"
Chishiya watched him, quiet.
"I don't fuckin' like people lookin' at what's mine," Niragi said.
It hung there, ugly and bare.
The word tasted like acid and sugar in his mouth. Mine.
Chishiya's mouth twitched. Not quite a smile. Something smaller. "Possessiveness is such a flattering quality in a coworker."
"Don't start," Niragi warned.
"In a subordinate, even."
Niragi's fist hit the wall next to his head again. "I will shoot somebody, pretty boy, don't test me."
"You already have," Chishiya pointed out. "Several somebodies, according to your own admission. Should I be touched?"
"You should stop lettin' 'em think they can." His hand slid from Chihiya's chin to his throat without him deciding to move it. Fingers warm against that thin, fragile column. He could feel Chishiya swallow, slow and careful. "You wanna play with their heads, fine, whatever, I get it. But you don't let 'em touch you. You don't let 'em talk to you like they're close. You don't—"
"—let them think I'm available?" Chishiya supplied. "Is that what you're trying to say?"
Niragi's grip tightened, just for a heartbeat.
"Yeah," he said, rough. "That."
Chishiya's eyes were very dark now. His hands had been lax at his sides this whole time, now one of them came up, fingers brushing the inside of Niragi's elbow, light and cool.
"You're assuming," he said, "that if I was available, you'd be the one to cash in."
Niragi laughed, sharp and disbelieving. "Who else is gonna handle you? Arisu?" He sneered the name. "Kuina? One of those meatheads in the bar? You'd eat 'em alive in a week. I'm the only one here who's not scared of you, pretty boy."
"That's not true," Chishiya said mildly. "Plenty of people aren't scared of me. They're just stupid."
"Well I'm not," Niragi said. "I see you for what you are."
"And what's that."
"A fuckin' viper in a hoodie."
Chishiya tilted his head against the wall, the line of his throat shifting under Niragi's palm. "That's flattering. I do so hate being miscategorised."
"They don't get to look at you like they know you," Niragi muttered, thumb pressing right over his pulse now. It jumped, once, hard. "They don't get to stand that close. They don't get that smile. That shit's—"
He cut himself off again.
"Hmm," Chishiya said. "Mine?"
Niragi's lip curled. "You got a problem with that?"
"Not particularly," Chishiya said. "I just like hearing you say it."
"You're fucked up," Niragi said, hoarse. "You know that?"
"Of course." Chishiya's fingers slid up his arm, very lightly. "Let me reframe this for you, Niragi, because clearly you're having trouble articulating your feelings."
Niragi narrowed his eyes. "Don't."
"You don't want them to think they can touch me," Chishiya said, voice dropping. "Because you're going to be the one who does. When you decide the timing is right. When you're done playing with your food."
"Yeah," Niragi breathed.
"You don't want them flirting with me," Chishiya continued, as if cataloguing data. "Because you like knowing you could put a bullet in their head any time you want and nobody would question it, and it makes you feel something. Alive, maybe. In control."
"You like it."
"Of course I do." That not-smile tugged again. "It's tedious, being the only one here worth the effort."
Niragi huffed, half a laugh, half a helpless exhale. His hand on Chishiya's throat loosened, just a little. Enough air. Enough room to talk.
Chishiya didn't move away.
"You're gonna get yourself killed," Niragi muttered. "One day you're gonna pick the wrong mark and they're gonna—"
"You won't let them," Chishiya said simply.
"Damn right I won't."
"There you go." His fingers flexed once on Niragi's arm, the closest thing Chishiya had to a squeeze. "Problem solved."
"It's not fuckin' solved," Niragi snapped. "You're still sittin' out there lettin' idiots think they've got a shot, lettin' 'em think—"
"Who said they think that," Chishiya cut in. "You're projecting."
"I saw the way that girl was lookin' at you. At the bar. The one with the stupid hair."
Chishiya's eyes slid sideways like he was scrolling through a mental list. "Ah. The one you shoved into the pool."
"Yeah."
"She was talking to Kuina," Chishiya pointed out. "The fact that you read that as interest in me says more about you than her."
"Don't care," Niragi said. "Don't like it. Don't want it."
"And yet," Chishiya said, "you seem to like the fact that I know you're doing it."
Niragi's mouth twisted. "Maybe I do."
"That almost sounded like honesty." Chishiya's gaze dropped to his mouth again, then back up. "Careful. People might start thinking you have depth."
"I'll shoot 'em before they get the chance."
"I'm counting on it."
For a second, the stairwell was just breathing and far-off bassline and the tiny crackle of fluorescent lights.
Niragi realised his thumb had started stroking Chishiya's pulse point without his permission. Slow. Back and forth. Like checking that it was still there.
Chishiya let him.
"You don't change how you act out there," Niragi said suddenly.
"No?"
"No." He leaned in closer, until his nose brushed the side of Chishiya's. "You keep doin' your little smirks and your head tilts and your eyes. You keep lettin' 'em think they're in one something. But you don't let 'em touch. You don't go off alone with them. You don't let them stand where I'm standin' right now. You get me?"
"It sounds like you're giving me permission to keep teasing everyone," Chishiya said. "As long as I remember whose gun is pointed at their backs."
"Yeah." Niragi bared his teeth. "Exactly."
Chishiya considered that. Them, finally, slowly, he smiled. Properly this time. Small, sharp, visciously pleased.
"Deal," he said.
Niragi's brain shorted for a second. That smile. Given to him. On purpose.
"Good boy," Chishiya added.
Niragi choked on nothing. "The fuck did you just—"
The stairwell door creaked.
Both of them froze.
Footsteps on the landing above. Someone giggling. A couple, by the sound of it.
Niragi's hand dropped from Chishiya's throat to his chest, flattening there. Chishiya smoothed his hoodie with a lazy motion, as if he hadn't just been pinned.
The footsteps paused, then retreated. The door closed again.
"See?" Chishiya said softly. "They don't get to see you like this either."
"Like what."
He shrugged one shoulder against the wall. "Worked up over me."
Niragi snorted, but it came out a little shaky. "Don't get used to it."
"Oh, I already have."
He pushed off the wall, ducking under Niragi's arm with infuriating grace. Opened the stairwell door back into the hurricane of sound.
Over his shoulder, he added, "You should get back to the lobby. People will start to wonder if their watchdog has abandoned his post."
Niragi stared at the empty space where his body had been for a second. Then he followed, boots loud on the stairs.
In the blast of light and music, Chishiya slipped back onto his couch like he'd just gone for a piss. Niragi took up position on the balcony over the pool, rifle across his shoulders, gaze sweeping the crowd.
Every time it passed over the little white shape on the couch, it lingered. Just a second too long.
Nobody touched him.
Nobody tried.
If they did, Niragi would see it first.