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ALICE IN BORDERLAND 今際の国のアリス (2020 - 2025) dir. Sato Shinsuke
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riding him after he lost a game
fucking you while you try to play the game he got stressed about
late night fucking
giving you what you want since you kept bothering him while he was playing
sub!arisu thigh fucking
he loves eating you out
distracting himself from the death games
riding him
bending you over his gaming desk
you guys made a bet on who loses
fucking you in one of the hotel rooms from the beach
Together again
Pairing: chishiya x f! reader, brother!arisu x sister!reader
Summary: all you want to do is find your brother in this mad world. you stumble across a certain someone who you believe wants to help you
Warnings: fluff, angst, intercourse implied (no graphic details)
Word count: ~4.8k
Requested by @baylegend6
Betrayal tastes bitter. Forgiveness, even more so.
You wish you could offer it, let it soften the knot in your chest but you can’t. Not when you look at him, crouched across from you in the shadowed silence of the abandoned furniture store, blood drying on his temple, calculating eyes locked on the door. Not when you remember what he did. Chishiya claimed he stayed behind to protect you but you know better. Protection wasn’t part of his plan. You were a pawn once. And no matter how many times you see the ghost of guilt flicker in his eyes, you can’t erase the memory of how easily he used you. Forgiveness is a door you're not ready to open. Not yet.
The King of Spades had come like a storm, scattering everyone like leaves in the wind. You hadn’t been fast enough, not like the others. And now it was just the two of you. You and Chishiya, tucked away between dusty bed frames and display nightstands, hiding like scared animals. He hadn’t left. Said he wouldn’t. Said he wanted to protect you.
But all you could think was: why now?
You first met him during a game of Spades. The kind of game where hiding could mean surviving. He saw something in you that night. Not just fear, but precision, an uncanny ability to vanish when it mattered most. When the game ended, bloodied and victorious, Chishiya approached you with that cool, unreadable face.
“You’d be useful,” he said. “Come with me to the Beach.”
You told him you weren't looking for a team. You were looking for your brother. You had a gut feeling that Arisu was out here, trapped like you were. You had to find him.
“The Beach is a good place to start,” Chishiya said smoothly. “There are a lot of people there. If he’s in this world, someone must have seen him.”
What you didn’t know, what he didn’t tell you, was that he had no interest in helping you find Arisu. He only wanted your talent. Your ability to go unseen. It made you the perfect tool to steal the playing cards Hatter was hoarding.
Once you reached the Beach, Chishiya sought out Kuina. He told her about you, about your usefulness. But Kuina wasn’t like him. She didn’t see you as a tool. She saw you as a person. You clicked instantly. Her warmth was real, not calculated. She didn’t ask much about what you could do, but about who you were. She made you laugh even when the world around you begged for tears.
Unlike Chishiya, Kuina didn’t need a reason to care.
And then there was that rooftop. You had climbed up there, desperate for air, for solitude. But Chishiya was already sitting there.
“It’s one of my favourite spots,” he said simply.
You ended up talking, really talking, for the first time. You told him about Arisu, about your father, the constant comparison to your younger brother, the weight of never being enough. And for the first time, Chishiya dropped his guard, too. He told you about his own father. Cold. Distant. A man who wanted a trophy, not a son. It was strange… how easy it felt, opening up to him. Stranger still was how he opened up to you.
He seemed surprised that you cared. That you listened. But you did. Because behind all his manipulation and deadpan expression, you saw a flicker of someone human.
That moment changed something. Not for you but for him.
From that day, he was always there. Always lingering near. Always watching. Protecting. Talking. And you didn’t mind. Not then. Because you thought maybe he was trying to be something more.
What you didn’t know was that inside his mind, a war was raging. Every time you smiled at him, asked him about his day, looked at him like he was something more than a ghost in this dead world, he felt it. A tightening in his chest, foreign and unfamiliar. He’d never felt anything like it. He wasn’t supposed to feel anything.
And in the end, he made his decision.
He wouldn’t use you. Not anymore.
But then… Arisu arrived. And everything came crashing down.
You couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw him.
“Arisu!” you cried, rushing forward, wrapping your arms around him like you could shield him from this cruel world just by holding tight enough.
He froze for a second, then hugged you back, tighter than you expected.
“I don't want you to be here,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Not you.”
His face was drawn with exhaustion and worry, his arms trembling as he held you. That protective instinct of his took over in an instant. Even in this hell, he was still your older brother. Still the one who worried too much. Still the one who tried to carry the weight of the world.
When Chishiya saw the two of you together, his expression barely changed but something clicked in his brain. You didn’t notice. You were too relieved to be reunited with Arisu.
Kuina leaned against the railing outside the lounge, sipping a soda. Chishiya stood beside her, arms crossed, his usual cool mask in place.
“I’m going to use Arisu,” he said flatly. “For the plan.”
Kuina’s gaze didn’t shift. But the silence that followed said more than words.
“You could use her,” she said after a beat, tipping the can to her lips. “She’s better at sneaking than he is. Quieter. Smarter.”
Chishiya shrugged. “I don’t want to involve her.” That was when she turned. Brows raised, a slow, knowing grin stretching her lips. “Ah. I see.”
“What?” he asked, tone still bored, but his eyes didn’t meet hers. Kuina laughed. “C’mon. I’m not stupid. You get this little sparkle in your eyes every time someone says her name.” Chishiya frowned. “That’s ridiculous.”
She tilted her head, teasing. “You act like she’s a piece on the board. But you’re scared to move her. Know why?”
"No.”
“Because if she breaks, so do you.”
He didn’t reply. Didn’t need to. Kuina smiled into her drink. “You’ll see soon enough. Believe whatever you want for now.” Then she turned away, leaving him there, quiet, still, and deeply unsettled.
Later that night, Chishiya pulled Arisu aside. No pretense. No manipulation. Just quiet honesty. “I’m planning to steal Hatter’s cards. I don’t believe in his revolution. And I don’t believe anyone else will save us. We’ll have to save ourselves.”
And Arisu, who always tried to find the good in people, who just wanted you safe, said yes. Without hesitation. He saw it as a way out. A way to protect you.
He even convinced Usagi to help. She didn’t like it, not one bit, but she trusted Arisu enough to back him up. Even if she thought it was reckless.
And then it all went to hell. Arisu got caught. He was dragged away. Accused of treason. Beaten.
When Kuina came to find you, her face said everything before her words could. “They took him,” she said, voice shaking. “Arisu... he’s hurt. Bad.”
Your world flipped. Your knees nearly buckled. All that relief, that brief moment of peace, shattered in an instant.
And then came the fury.
You stormed through the Beach’s corridors like a thunderstorm. You didn’t care who saw you. Didn’t care who heard. You were going to find him.
And then you did.
Chishiya. Pacing an empty hallway. For once, not composed. For once, not unreadable. He looked up and the look in your eyes stopped him cold.
You walked up to him and slapped him. Hard. “You fucking asshole!”
He didn’t move. Didn’t flinch.
"You used him!” you screamed. “You got him involved in your plan and now he’s paying for it! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
“I didn’t want to use you,” he said quietly. Your breath caught.
“Oh, how noble of you,” you spat, your voice shaking. “You got close to me, made me trust you, and all the while you were playing some long con! I was just a move you didn’t make, right? Some risk you couldn’t take?”
He looked down, his voice barely above a whisper. “I developed feelings for you.”
Silence.
It rang louder than anything.
You stared at him, stunned. Then the tears came. Angry, betrayed.
“That’s supposed to make it better?” you choked. “You think that excuses anything? You used my brother! The one person I came here to find! The only family I have left! You let him take the fall for you!”
“I didn’t want to risk your life,” he said again, more hollow now. “I thought I was protecting you.”
“You weren’t protecting me,” you snapped. “You were protecting yourself. From guilt. From consequences. Don’t stand there and pretend this is about love or care or whatever bullshit excuse you’re using.”
You wiped your tears with the back of your hand, breath shaking. “If you really cared about me, Chishiya, you never would’ve used my family to begin with.”
He said nothing. Just stood there, that storm of emotion behind his calm eyes for once completely visible.
You turned away. And this time, he didn’t follow. But inside, he was spiraling.
His brain, usually so composed, so rational, was screaming. Telling him he should’ve said more. That he should’ve run after you. That he should’ve told you what it felt like to sit on that rooftop with you. That it wasn’t all a lie. That something in him had changed.
But his logic told him the truth: he’d already broken what he was trying to protect. He’d used the one person who meant everything to you. And now he was left with silence and shame.
And the terrifying realisation that for the first time in his life... He didn’t know how to fix what he’d destroyed.
The Beach burned.
It wasn’t literal, not yet, but it felt like it. The game of Ten of Hearts had begun and the safe haven you once believed in had turned into a slaughterhouse. Panic was everywhere. Screams echoed off every wall. People were dragged, accused, executed without thought. The “Witch Hunt” had begun and no one was safe.
In the chaos, Chishiya moved like a ghost. Calm, surgical, precise. While others lost their minds, he retrieved the playing cards, moving through the bloodied corridors as if the world wasn’t crumbling. But even then, you were on his mind.
He had to find you.
You were on the second floor, running between bodies and crumbling dreams, shouting your brother’s name. “Arisu!” your voice cracked but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t.
Then you heard it, footsteps behind you. Chishiya. He reached for your arm, but you yanked it back. “Don’t touch me!” you snapped.
“You need to get to safety.”
“All I care about is finding Arisu!”
Chishiya’s jaw tightened. “He’s probably-"
“I don’t need your help,” you cut in, voice like a blade. “Especially not after what you did.”
He looked away briefly but before he could respond, two of the military corps turned the corner, rifles raised. Shouting. No time to think.
You froze. But Chishiya didn’t. He stepped in front of you with infuriating calmness, pressing you against the wall, his body a shield.
You could feel the tension in him. Every muscle tight, his breathing steady. Cold eyes met the soldiers.
Then… silence.
Recognition flickered in the soldiers’ faces. They lowered their weapons. A nod. A tense pause. Then they moved on without a word.
When they were gone, Chishiya turned to face you. Still way too close. You felt your heart race, not from fear. Not this time.
His voice was low. Soft. Dangerous. Intimate. “You do need my protection. Or do you want the military corps to shoot you down before you can find him?”
You hated how close he was. Hated how his scent hit you. Clean skin and the faintest trace of citrus.
It was everything you didn’t want to feel again. The electricity. The way your anger blurred, just for a second, into something warmer. More dangerous.
You said nothing. Neither did he. But everything was said anyway.
You found Arisu on the fourth floor, bruised and limping, but alive. Relief flooded you so hard it made your knees weak.
And then the game was solved.
The Witch wasn’t one of you. The murdered girl, Momoka, had sacrificed herself. The whole bloodbath was built on a lie. A game designed to turn everyone into monsters. You solved it. Together.
But the Beach? It was done.
Then came the face cards.
And the King of Spades.
The world exploded, gunfire raining down from rooftops, bodies dropping in the streets. The air was thick with blood and terror.
You ran.
Arisu, Usagi, Kuina, Ann, and Tatta managed to get a car. You were steps behind but not fast enough.
And Chishiya… he stayed. On purpose. He could’ve gone. But he didn’t.
You both ducked behind a wrecked truck, bullets ricocheting off the metal. Your breath was ragged, adrenaline blinding. When you turned to him, still bitter, still raw, you snapped.
“Why didn’t you go with them?” His reply was simple. “Because you didn’t.”
You wanted to scream. To slap him again. To cry. Maybe all at once. But you didn’t.
Instead, you crouched beside him, panting in the heat of gunfire, heart thudding against your ribs, and whispered, “I’m still mad at you.”
“I know,” he said. “I don’t blame you.”
You refused to meet his eyes. But in some small, infuriating part of you, you were grateful he was there. That you weren’t alone in this war zone. That, even after everything, when it all fell apart again… He stayed.
You would never say it out loud. Not yet. Not to him. But it meant something.
The air was still. The silence outside pressed like a weight against the windows, heavy with the tension of survival. The furniture store was quiet, eerily so, only the occasional creak of old wood or far-off gunfire interrupting the stillness.
You sat on the edge of a display bed, arms folded, legs aching from the hours of running and hiding. Your stomach growled, but you ignored it.
Chishiya returned from the break room, carrying a dusty bag with a few dented cans inside. He handed one to you. Tuna.
You looked at it, nose wrinkling in disgust. “Do I look like a cat?"
He didn’t laugh. He just sat across from you, cracking open his own can, eyes lowered. “You need to eat. Your body needs the energy.” You scoffed, poking at the food with the fork he’d given you. “Why do you suddenly care?”
He looked up. The annoyance was subtle, but it was there, a flicker in his normally unreadable gaze, “Because your well-being matters to me.”
You let out a bitter laugh. “Did it matter when you wanted to use me? Or when you almost got my brother killed?”
That did it.
Chishiya slammed his can down hard enough that the fork inside clattered onto the floor. “I know I made a mistake,” he said, voice sharp, raw around the edges. “You think I don’t wish I could go back and undo it? I do. Every damn day. But it was a necessary move to find the safe. Without that, we wouldn’t have-"
“Yeah, yeah,” you cut him off, crossing your arms, matching his anger. “In the end it worked out. What if it hadn’t? What if Arisu died? You have a time machine hidden somewhere? Didn’t think so.”
Sarcasm dripped from every word.
His nostrils flared. His composure was slipping. “How many times do I need to apologise?” he growled. “I can’t undo it. I can’t change what happened. And I sure as hell can’t change how I feel about you.”
You blinked. His voice cracked, not with weakness, but with the weight of something real.
“It scares me,” he continued, his tone lowering, thickening with emotion. “What I feel for you. Even now, when you’re furious, when I’m furious, it’s still there. This… this thing inside me. I don’t know how to shut it off. I’ve never felt anything this strong. Not for anyone. And I hate that I don’t know what to do with it.”
He looked at you then. Raw and exposed, his voice barely a whisper. “There’s something wrong with me. I’ve always been detached. That’s how I’ve survived. But then you came along and now I feel everything, all at once. And I don’t know how to fix what I broke. I just… I want to make it right. I need to. But I don’t know how.”
You stared at him, stunned. It was like watching a fortress collapse. Like hearing the truth through the cracks. You stood, slowly, and kneeled in front of him.
Your hand reached for his cheek and when your fingers brushed against his skin, you felt him shiver under your touch. His eyes closed, lashes trembling.
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” you said softly. “Feelings aren’t your enemy. That voice in your head? That’s the enemy. You’re human, Chishiya. And that’s beautiful.”
His eyes opened. And then he kissed you. Fierce. Hungry. Desperate.
Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if you could dissolve the space between your bodies. His mouth moved against yours with urgency, like he needed you to breathe. Needed you to feel him.
You kissed him back with everything you had. Weeks of tension, pain, longing, it all poured out, consuming both of you like fire.
His hands roamed over you. Your arms, your waist, your hips, gripping, touching, as if grounding himself in your existence. You gasped as his lips trailed down your jaw, his breath hot against your skin. It was raw and real and intoxicating.
The world outside faded. The danger, the death, the chaos, it didn’t exist in that moment.
Only him. Only you.
The two of you collapsed onto one of the beds, not caring it was a showroom piece, not caring if it squeaked beneath you. Clothes were shed, inhibitions dropped. His body pressed against yours, hot and solid, his hands memorising every inch of you. It wasn’t just lust. It was a desperate craving to feel alive through you.
The neediness of the kiss was now mixed with something deeper. Connection. He kissed you like he was terrified it would be the last time. You clung to him like he was the last real thing left in this world.
And when it was over, when you lay tangled in the warmth of the aftermath, his head resting against your shoulder, breath slow and even.
For the first time since entering this world Chishiya felt calm. Like the storm in his head had finally quieted. Because for the first time… He wasn’t alone.
That night in the furniture shop, after everything, after the pain and survival and anger, you felt peace. Not hope. Not certainty. But peace. A fragile thread tying you to the belief that maybe… somehow… it would all work out.
You and Chishiya became a team. Sleek, efficient, in perfect sync. You beat the Jack of Hearts together.
No tricks. No lies. Just mutual trust and a silent rhythm between you two.
When the next games came, you agreed to separate. Queen of Spades for you, where brute force and agility were key. And King of Diamonds for him, the realm of logic, psychology, and manipulation.
“I’ll come back to you,” he said before he walked off, his voice low. You nodded. “You better.”
The Queen of Spades nearly broke you but Arisu, Usagi, and you made it through. You reunited with your brother through sweat and exhaustion, the bond between you stronger than ever.
After clearing the game, you returned to the furniture shop together. You, Arisu and Usagi. A few days of quiet. Of healing.
One morning, while you and Usagi were out hunting rabbits in the overgrown field behind the store, Chishiya and Arisu sat inside, patching up gear and sipping weak tea.
The silence lingered between them until Chishiya finally said, “I was wrong. About everything.” Arisu glanced over. “What do you mean?”
Chishiya stared at the chipped rim of his mug. “Using you. Back at the Beach. It was the only path I could see at the time, but… I was blind. Because of her. I didn’t want her involved and I thought I could still manipulate the situation. I didn’t just use you. I endangered you. I’m sorry.”
Arisu didn’t hesitate. “I forgive you,” he said easily. “You mean a lot to her. I’ve never seen her care for anyone like that. Just… don’t mess it up again.”
Chishiya smirked faintly. “I’m not scared of you, Arisu.”
“You shouldn’t be,” Arisu replied with a grin. “But she? You should be terrified of her.” Chishiya actually laughed. A soft, low sound. The closest thing to warmth in his voice.
Then came the final storm.
You had collapsed from exhaustion after taking down the last remaining Jack, your body demanded rest. Arisu said they’d keep watch. You closed your eyes, trusting them.
And then Niragi happened. He was a devil made of fire and chaos. And he shot Chishiya. First in the abdomen. Then again, when Chishiya stood between Niragi and Usagi.
He collapsed into the dust, blood spreading fast beneath him. Pale. Slipping. Usagi and Arisu dropped to their knees beside him, hands trembling as they tried to stop the bleeding. But Chishiya… he just smiled.
He looked up at them, his voice barely a breath. “Thank you. Both of you.”
Arisu’s hands were shaking. “We’re going to get help. We’ll-"
“No,” Chishiya whispered. “Leave me. Finish it. You have to end this.”
“But-”
“Don’t tell her,” Chishiya murmured, his breath shallow. “Not yet. Let her focus. Let her survive.”
Arisu swallowed hard.
“But when it’s over,” Chishiya continued, his eyes flickering between them, “tell her something for me.”
“Tell her…” He paused, coughing. “She was the only one who ever made me feel. The only one who ever made me want to live. She gave me something no one else ever could. Not even freedom compares to her.”
Even Usagi had tears in her eyes.
“She was my reason. So if I don’t make it, just- make sure she knows. She deserves to know.”
They nodded silently and left him there, against the wreckage and turned toward the final fight.
The King of Spades fell. Not without cost. But it ended. And then came the Queen of Hearts. The final game.
Arisu and Usagi didn’t return to you. They couldn’t. Not after what happened to Chishiya. Arisu didn’t know how to face you. He couldn’t bear to lie. But he couldn’t bear to break your heart either.
So they played the game in silence.
When the decision came, to stay in the Borderlands or return, you stood at the cracked window of the furniture shop, watching the fireworks explode in the sky.
You smiled. A real smile. “I want to go back,” you whispered. “Back to the real world. Back to… him.”
And somewhere, leaned against a rusted car, drenched in blood, body half-broken but soul still fighting, Chishiya’s lips moved. “I want to turn it down,” he whispered.
Then, the world went black.
You opened your eyes in a hospital bed, the scent of antiseptic thick in the air. Bright light filtered through the window. Machines beeped steadily around you.
Your memories were gone. The Borderlands… just a dream.
You turned your head and saw Arisu sitting nearby, awake, exhausted. He smiled at you but behind his eyes, there was weight. A truth he couldn’t share yet. Not now. Not while you were still healing.
Across the hospital another monitor beeped. Chishiya, freshly pulled back from the edge of death, slowly opened his eyes.
There were nurses, soft voices, the distant sound of carts rolling past his room. But none of it was really registered. His mind held only one name. Yours.
The hospital discharge was unceremonious. A nurse handed you your paperwork and a dull grey sky greeted you outside the glass doors. Arisu was waiting, backpack slung over one shoulder, ready to take you home.
For days, he’d asked you gently, cautiously, “Do you remember anything?” And every time, you answered the same: “No. Nothing.” But he remembered everything. And he was glad you didn't.
At first, you didn’t think much of it. You figured it was the anaesthesia. The trauma. Maybe your brain protecting itself from something terrible. But as the days passed, a strange hollowness settled into your chest. A quiet ache that pulsed just beneath your ribs.
You described it to Arisu one morning over tea, frowning into the mug between your hands. “It’s like… like I’m missing something. I keep waking up feeling like I’ve forgotten something that was once everything. I walk into rooms and expect someone to be there. But I don’t know who. Just-” you hesitated, searching for the right metaphor, "a ghost of a feeling. Like something vital was cut out of me and I’m walking around with the outline still bleeding.”
Arisu looked at you for a long time. Quiet. Thoughtful. He knew exactly what that empty space was. And he knew who had filled it.
That night, he started searching. He spent hours online. Called hospitals. Asked questions. Traced files. It led him back to one place. The hospital where you’d both been revived. And Chishiya was still there.
Doctors were monitoring his heart. He was stable, but they didn’t want to release him just yet.
When Arisu stepped into the sterile room, Chishiya turned his head and the moment his eyes landed on him, hope bloomed behind them like spring through frost.
“Did she make it out?” Chishiya asked before Arisu could say a word. Arisu nodded once. And Chishiya’s breath left him like a prayer. He closed his eyes. Relief washed through him like light.
His fingers twitched where they rested on the blanket. His chest rose slowly, deeply. Like he hadn’t been breathing until that moment.
She was alive. She was here. The world wasn’t completely empty without her in it.
A fragile, aching smile tugged at his lips. Arisu sat down across from him, still stunned. “You remember?”
Chishiya’s gaze turned to the ceiling. “Yes.” His voice was quiet. Reverent. “Nothing could ever make me forget her.”
Arisu felt the tightness in his chest ease. Finally, he wasn’t alone with the truth.
“She doesn’t,” he said. “Not really. Not consciously. But… she feels it. She told me it’s like there’s something missing inside her. Someone.”
Chishiya swallowed. His throat burned. “I miss her,” he admitted. “Even now. Every second. It’s like my chest doesn’t know how to feel without her anymore.”
They talked for a little while longer. There wasn’t much to say, what they shared wasn’t about facts or logic. It was about something bigger. Something truer.
When Chishiya was finally discharged, Arisu didn’t hesitate. He invited him over.
You didn’t expect visitors. When the doorbell rang, you were curled on the couch with a book you couldn’t concentrate on, your fingers flipping pages you didn’t register.
Arisu stepped inside, holding the door open. "There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
You stood, brushing the blanket off your lap. “Another friend of yours?”
And then he walked in.
Chishiya. A stranger.
He looked a little pale. A faint line of healing still ran under the collar of his shirt. But his eyes found yours instantly.
And your world stilled. It was like something inside you clicked. Like a piece had finally, silently, settled into place.
Your breath hitched. Your fingers curled slightly. Your chest clenched and then softened, warmed, recognised.
You didn’t remember him.
Not consciously. Not clearly.
But you knew him.
Something whispered through you like an old melody remembered in fragments.
A rooftop.
A furniture shop.
The press of lips.
The sound of a voice in the dark.
Arms around you.
He stepped forward, eyes never leaving yours.
And you whispered, barely audible, “I feel like I know you.”
He gave a soft nod. “You do." No more lies. No more pain.
Just the truth.
And the beginning.
Together again.
A/N: thank you for the request! i'm sorry it took me so long to get to it. i hope you enjoyed it ♡
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Jealous, Jealous Girl
requested: yes pairing(s): ryohei arisu x afab!reader, slight mention of arisu playing games with another girl genre: smut warning(s): mentions of silent treatment (reader's behalf), mentions of another girl flirting with arisu and he doesnt shut her down, mentions of the girl giving sexual comments towards arisu, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap it), cowgirl, dom!arisu to (slight) dom!reader, orgasm denial, reader is generally really mean in this summary: 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮... word count: 2k a/n: I love this man so much and it's not every day I see a smut with him, so thank you so much for requesting!! have a brilliant rest of your day too my love. Remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla
you were annoyed.
annoyed, jealous, infuriated, all of the sorts.
arisu was beginning to play games with a girl. usually, you wouldn’t be as bothered as you were because he always told you the girls he played with either had boyfriends, were lesbian, or definitely weren’t interested in him.
he had told this girl that you and him were together. he had said multiple times and shut her down whenever her comments got a tad bit too uncomfortable, but the bitch never got the hint. she kept flirting with him.
usually you had a fine, level-headed temper, but now you were beginning to wonder if you were going to be able to hold in your anger because of this girl. you had even sometimes been in the room while she was very obviously flirting with your boyfriend. you knew arisu would never stoop so low as to cheat on you, but now that he wasn’t trying to get her to stop with the flirting, you were beginning to challenge your judgement.
you were sat on arisu’s bed as he played his games, as per usual. his dad and brother were both out at work, and the two of you were chilling after a long make-out session. you heard the sound that someone had joined his game, and then you heard the voice. her voice.
it sounded like nails on a chalkboard to you, but you kept yourself in check and level-headed.
you tried. you really did. but the girl was flirting again, and arisu was too focused on the game to even care. you cared, you cared a whole lot. you turned over in bed and continued scrolling through your phone. since arisu’s desk was right next to his bed, he placed a hand on your hip for a couple of seconds before bringing it back to his game. you paid no attention.
it was around half an hour later, arisu had finished his game and you were still laying there, ignoring him. it did make you feel a little better that he wasn’t talking to her and ignoring her whenever she flirted with him, but it still annoyed you that he didn’t stop her, especially when the comments were starting to get a bit more sexual.
he put one knee on the bed, it dipped and he leaned over you to press a kiss to your temple.
“you want something to eat?” he mumbles against your skin, you said nothing in return, only continuing to scroll through your phone. you didn’t move away from the kiss though. but arisu did look a bit confused. “baby? did you hear me?” he asked, moving your hair away from your ear, supposing you had headphones in, you didn’t.
when he found out you didn’t, he stood back up from the bed and watched as you ignored him, scrolling and scrolling. you heard him pad out the room, probably going down to the kitchen and making some dinner.
you were right when you saw him come back with two pots of instant noodles. he was holding your favourite flavour, probably with cheese in it since you liked it that way. you glanced at him before going back to your phone, yet again. he held out the pot to you, which you ignored. it smelled good, but you had to ignore it or there would be no point in this. you did think you were going a bit too far, but you wanted to teach him a lesson.
he ate his dinner at his desk, staring between the pot he had put on the edge of the desk, hoping you would turn around and eat something with him, but when he was finished and you still hadn’t eaten anything, he got confused.
he got so confused that the poor guy didn’t know what to do, so he tried a different approach that he knew would get you to at least acknowledge him.
he climbed onto the bed behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back into his chest. you didn’t fight, nor did you move away from him when he did. arisu got even more confused as you still did nothing, so he put his face into your neck and left hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck. you didn’t move, but it tickled so you squirmed a little. you felt him smile against your neck.
“so she acknowledges my kisses but not my five star meal i made or my words?” you still ignore him, stifling a smile that came onto your lips. he sighed when he got no response “guess i’ll have to make you respond then” he said softly into your neck.
you barely registered his hand trailing down from your waist. it trailed over the bare skin of your side, you were wearing a crop-top that barely went past your belly-button, then you had low-waisted jeans. his fingers ignited a trail of fire as they continued downwards, slipping to your front and continuing down from your belly-button.
his other hand that was underneath you helped him with the zipper and button that was keeping your trousers together. he was still leaving kisses down your neck, occasionally sucking and biting as he did so. you bit back a moan.
you tried to focus on your phone, you really did, but it was slipping out of your hand as arisu’s hand was slipping into your trousers in order to take them down. you subconsciously lifted your hips slightly and let arisu take your trousers down.
you almost let a whimper slip past your lips when he ran his index fingers over your clothed pussy. he smirked against your neck when he felt the growing wet patch staining the centre of them. if you didn’t remind yourself why you were mad at him and not talking to him, you would already be moaning around his fingers.
you honestly couldn’t help the way your hips bucked up when he slipped a hand in your panties and ran a slender finger through your folds, gathering your wetness but stopping and removing his hand when he was about to touch your clit. you let out an audible whine at this, and he smirked against your neck.
“tell me how much you want it and maybe i’ll consider giving it to you” he hummed against your skin. you shivered at the feeling, but decided not to give in just yet, so you grabbed his hand and held it in-between your legs before you rocked your hips against it, he laughed and pulled his hand back. “cheeky, you’re gonna have to use your words, not your actions, baby” you whined again.
“please, just make me fucking come” you said, slightly angrily. he laughs again.
“gonna have to be nicer than that, baby” he coos in your ear, you shivered again as his fingers trailed up and down your bare thigh.
“please” you practically whimper.
“good girl” you felt arisu smile and he left one more kiss to your neck before slipping his hand back into your panties.
he looked down and when he saw that you were wearing his favourite panties, he groaned. he then hooked his finger through the waist before he slid your panties down your thighs, you helped him and when your panties were fully off, he slid his hand back up and in-between your thighs. he smirked when you whimpered as he ran his middle fingers, this time not stopping when his finger slid past your clit, making your hips twitch forwards.
his right hand pulled your thighs apart, slipping his fingers through your folds and teasing your hole, his left hand went to your clit and began circling it. his middle finger eventually pushed inside of your pulsing hole, curling and thrusting. the pleasure was almost unbearable, your hips were starting to move away from his hands. he had to wrap a leg around your hips and pull you back.
his fingers were long and slender which provided you more pleasure than what you could bring yourself, and they made you come long and hard, better than what you could ever do. after all, you were already close, feeling the knot form in your stomach. you were moaning uncontrollably, hips bucking from the stimulation you were getting. arisu held you there, not letting up on his ministrations.
“gonna come- fuck” you whimper, “arisu- gonna come” you warn him. he didn’t seem to care and kept going, or that was what you thought.
seconds later, you were right on the brink of pure ecstasy when arisu took both of his hands back, sucking his fingers clean from your juices before sitting up straight.
“what the fuck was that for?” you almost yell, sitting up next to him.
“you ignore me when i talk to you and make food for you, i ignore your needs to come” he replies with a shrug, “however, if you want to come, you have to earn it for yourself” he says, and when you begin to question him, he looks down at his lap. his cock was hard, showing through his shorts.
you swallow thickly and take your top off, followed shortly by your bra. you then turned to him and undid the strings on his shorts, taking his underwear off with them before taking his shirt off.
you then straddled him, arisu shook his head with a smile at your eagerness. he placed his hands on your hips. you lifted your hips slightly to line his cock up with your hole before sinking down slowly. your mouth fell open in a loud moan, your hands pressed against his shoulders. arisu groaned as you sunk fully down, waiting for you to adjust to him before he helped you to move via his hands on your hips.
you whined and pressed your face into his shoulder when you began to move, the tip of his cock nudging against your g-spot with every bounce. your thighs could get tired very fast, so he began to help you again when he noticed you beginning to get tired.
that was until you sat down fully, not bouncing but instead moving your hips in circular motions. arisu’s groans were getting louder, as were your moans.
“play with your clit” he tells you, your hand trailed down your body and began to circle your clit. the newfound stimulation made your back arch and head fall back, mouth wide open in a silent moan. you were so full and your clit getting stimulation was almost sending you over the edge.
arisu could feel your walls clenching around his cock, making him groan and rut up into you.
you were moaning his name over and over, the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten and juices from your pussy were leaking down his balls to his bed, making a dark patch.
“gonna let me come inside of you, hm?” arisu hummed, holding your hips as he slammed up into you, your moans were so loud even to yourself that you barely heard him.
“yes” you moan “please come inside of me” you were so close that one more thrust would send you over the edge. and it did.
you threw your head back and choked out a moan as liquid spilled from your pussy, going all over his abdomen and bed. arisu felt you clench around you tighter than you ever had before and he came too with a loud groan, his hands on your hips would probably leave marks.
“you still jealous?” he asks.
“how did you-“ you were confused, he wasn’t that observant, was he?
“i know you” he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, you lean into his touch. “you don’t need to be jealous, i find her annoying too, but shes a good player. lets get you in the bath”
you both sat in the bath a few minutes later, arisu feeding you the noodles that had been discarded on his desk.
‼️AIB MANGA SPOILER‼️ omg arisu setting the game venue on fire for the seven of hearts game, i’m going to be sick… i’m so glad i finally got the chance to pick up the manga, but i know it’s going to tear me apart with all these added details that netflix omitted from the live action 😭
my Alice in borderland fanart #my fanart
Elephants In Love
Pairing(s): Inexperienced!reader x Inexperienced!Arisu Summary: This is basically a rewrite of Season two episode six, the elephant scene, except with the reader and smut. They’re both virgins and awkward as shit but they like each otherrrrrr Warnings: Fluffy fluff fluff, fingering, sex kinda in water (Don’t do that it’s kinda dangerous), unprotected sex (Def don’t do that, wrap it before you tap it), super soft fluffy sex. Word Count: 3,513
“Oh. My. God.”
You couldn’t believe what you were seeing.
“Arisu!” You called out to the boy. He was a ways away from you, checking out a puddle on the ground. He dipped his hand in but then flinched back. He faced you with wide eyes, realizing the same thing as you. “It’s a hot spring!” You exclaimed excitedly. “The water’s perfect over here! It’s hot but not burning, you know?”
He smiled at you sincerely, watching as you clenched your fists to resist the urge to jump up and down in joy. Although the smell of sulfur in the air made his nose twitch, he held back any complaints to not ruin your moment. “Really? Then let’s get in!” He prompted, running toward you and taking off the flannel over his undershirt. “When’s the last time we took a bath? We can’t pass this up!”
“You want to bathe together?” You questioned, looking away in embarrassment at the thought.
“Huh? Oh,” he said quietly, realizing his words.
“It’s okay,” you reassured him. “How about I go over there,” you pointed to the part of the spring behind a rock. “And you can stay here?”
He nodded in agreement, a light hint of pink dusting his cheeks, covered just enough by the lack of light that you couldn’t see his visible embarrassment.
Walking over to the rock, you took a glance back at Arisu but quickly looked away when you saw him taking off his shirt. You scolded yourself for having feelings for him, but it was just so easy. He was so easy to fall for, with his beautiful face, high cheekbones, and kissable lips. He was kind too; always sacrificing himself to help you and others. It was rare to see him so happy, so excited; it was beautiful and you cherished each moment he shared his happiness with you.
You took off your clothes, setting them down on a piece of broken rubble near you for when you got out. Stepping into the water, you went slowly to adjust to the hot temperature until you finally settled down. You let yourself float on the water, soaking in the feeling of a bath after going so long without one and letting your head go under the water for a few moments before returning to the surface and smoothing your hand over your face to get rid of the water that collected there.
You heard Arisu let out a pleased sigh. “I could die right now and I’d be happy.”
“Don’t go dying on me just yet, we still gotta get home so I can be your friend in the real world,” you demanded, half joking and half serious.
He was silent for a moment before he replied. “Yeah, I’d like to be your… friend, too.”
You were about to reply when the strangest thing in front of you appeared. You let out a small sound of surprise. Arisu started calling your name, worry in his tone, but you just were unable to form any words. He appeared from behind the rubble and his eyes landed on the same thing that captured your attention. “That’s not possible,” he breathed out softly, stepping more towards you. “They can’t be real, can they?”
In front of you were two large elephants, their feet three feet deep in the water. You were absolutely mesmerized, so much so that you didn’t even realize how close he was to you and how naked your body was under the crystal-clear water.
“They’re taking a bath too,” he said with a childlike wonder that was so precious.
“I’m pretty sure there was an animal exhibit relatively close to here. Maybe they escaped there after everyone disappeared,” you theorized.
“If we hadn’t been brought here, we’d have never seen this,” he spoke again. The thought was both heartwarming and heartbreaking. You never wanted to be in the borderlands, you were just thrown in without any explanation. But if you never made it in, you would have never met Arisu. You would have never seen the elephants in front of you; never met the friends you made through the games.
A sad smile made its way onto your face as you watched one of the elephants stick its trunk into the water. “Yeah,” you whispered.
“You know what’s kind of crazy?” He asked rhetorically. “I’m feeling emotional, and I’m not entirely sure why.”
You let out a shaky breath, feeling the exact same way. “Yeah, I feel it too.”
After a moment, you turned your head to look at Arisu only to find him already looking at you. The two of you stared at each other for a long moment, just basking in each other’s presence and the calm atmosphere. Your eyes began to travel down his face to his chest. Water droplets collected on his skin as he stood tall. The lower part of his body was covered by the water and the thought brought you out of your haze. You turned around quickly, pressing your hands to your cheeks to calm the heat collecting there at the expense of your embarrassment.
“I’m sorry!” Arisu apologized from behind you. You could practically see the awkward position he was probably in at that moment. “I didn't see anything! Just elephants! I’m only looking at them,” he reassured. “I love elephants.”
At the end of his rant of an apology, you turned back around to face him. “Arisu,” you called. He stopped in his tracks as he was walking back to his designated bathing spot. “It’s okay,” you said shyly. “I- I didn’t mind,” you confessed, cursing yourself for the lack of confidence you had in the words. They were true, you genuinely didn’t mind, but it sounded so hesitant when it came out of your mouth. “You can stay.”
He turned around slowly, looking at you for confirmation which you nodded at. He then lowered himself into the water until it met his broad shoulders. You had a small smile on your face as you watched him. He was just so beautiful you couldn’t believe it. Even if nothing came out of this, you would be happy just to stay by his side as a friend.
Arisu slowly walked up to you until barely two feet were separating the two of you. Your eyes locked and it was like the world stopped at that moment, just allowing the two of you time to look at each other without any interruptions.
That is until one of the elephants collected some water in its trunk and sprayed it over its head and back. The two of you looked over in awe, a breathy laugh leaving your lips as you unconsciously let your fingers skim against his. You didn’t even realize it until Arisu let out a soft gasp and looked down at your hands. You looked down as well but didn’t raise your gaze to meet his, too nervous to see what his expression would be. Instead, when you realized he didn’t pull away, you softly, with a barely-there touch, pressed your fingertips against his. Your lips formed a soft smile when he took the next step and interlocked your fingers.
Finally looking up, his eyes, soft and adoring, stared back into yours. His smile mirrored your own: gentle, hesitant, hopeful. It was when his eyes drifted away from yours to look at your lips that you finally saw the signs in front of you.
He liked you too.
You’d had the thought of him returning your feelings fluttering through your mind on occasion, but you always pushed it away, thinking he was just being friendly. You should have just listened to Usagi, she always knew he liked you and encouraged you to confess your feelings. She was right, as usual.
You lifted your right hand to place it on his cheek, lightly brushing your thumb along the scar on his cheek. It was one he’d gotten during the whole fiasco during the Ten of Hearts game back at The Beach. You don’t like the memory that accompanies the wounded tissue on his face, but you always thought it was beautiful.
He leaned his cheek more into your hold, letting out a deep sigh and briefly closing his eyes. When he opened them, he lifted his free hand hesitantly before placing his palm on the side of your neck, pulling you toward him ever so slightly. He gave you every opportunity to pull away but you didn’t want to. You just wanted him to close the distance between the two of you and kiss you. He stopped again when he was less than an inch away from your face, your lips brushing with each breath. Deciding to take it into your own hands despite your nerves, you pushed forward and pressed your lips against his in a soft kiss. It wasn’t a very long kiss but it felt like forever before you slowly disconnected yourselves. He didn’t let you stray far as he rested his forehead against yours with his eyes closed.
He let out a quiet laugh. “I’ve been wanting to do that for months,” he confessed.
You grinned, leaning back in to give him a short kiss and giggling when he tried to chase your lips as you pulled away. “Me too,” you admitted in a low voice.
He gently disconnected your interlocked hands and you started to pull away, thinking the moment was over until he wrapped his - now free - hand around your waist. In a frantic and panicked attempt to stop you from pulling away, he pulled you toward him with a little too much force and your bare chest crashed against his. The hand that held his cheek fell to his shoulder while your other instinctively placed your palm just below his collarbone. His eyes were wide as he gazed into your surprised ones, his body stiff as a log when your breasts pressed against him under the water. The both of you stayed still, trying to figure out what to do in the unfamiliar territory. It wasn’t until you inched the hand on his shoulder to the back of his neck that you felt him relax, your own body relaxing as a result.
You pulled him back in to connect your lips again, both of you feeling more confident with the situation. He gently started to lead you backwards until you met a large slab of slanted concrete that was halfway in the water. It was tilted just enough to make it so that you were still being caressed by the soft ripples of the water but you weren’t fully submerged as Arisu carefully lowered you onto it with a hand protecting your head. He pulled away from the kiss, looking to make sure each thing he did was wanted.
It was.
You let a finger trace over his neck, smiling proudly when you felt the high speed of his pulse and the subtle shiver that ran down his spine. He watched you with such awe as your fingers skimmed up to his jaw, then his cheek, then his lips. You traced his bottom lip with your thumb, caressing the dimples caused by the smile he was shining down on you. Pulling him down, the two of you kissed again, though this time it seemed more heated; more passionate. His mouth found its way down your neck, leaving soft pecks against your skin until he reached just past your collarbone. He leaned back to look at you as if just realizing your position.
With the placement of your body on the rock, the whole of your torso was out of the water and put on display for Arisu’s eyes to roam freely. He blushed when his gaze settled onto your breasts, still dripping from the water of the spring and with your nipples slowly becoming pebbled from the growing excitement in your core, but he wasn’t able to tear his eyes away.
“Are you just going to look at me all day or are you going to do something?” You asked him. Your tone was teasing but he caught the slight vulnerability laced beneath the words. He noticed the way your fingers twitched as if wanting to reach up and cover yourself from his judgemental - or at least, in your mind - eyes.
“You never told me you had a body built by the Gods,” he said genuinely, hesitantly tracing a hand down from your neck to your breast, going slowly in case you changed your mind. Your body continuously tensed up and relaxed in excitement as he skimmed his fingers over your right breast. You let out a soft whimper and saw his eyes dilate, lust filling them. He got more confident and wrapped his hand around your breast, squeezing gently.
“Arisu,” you moaned out softly as you grabbed the hand not fondling your breast, and moved it down your body towards your core. “Please-.”
He watched in awe as you led his hand under the water to where your cunt was slightly distorted from the water but wet for other reasons.
You moaned out and dropped your head back on the rock as his fingers swiped through your folds, bumping your clit each time he went up.
“I’ve never done this before.”
Your head snapped back up to look at him as he nervously looked into your eyes. You could see the fear of judgment and insecurity in his gaze; you could also see the confusion when you smiled at him.
“Me neither,” you whispered, bringing your free hand up to caress his cheek. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips before leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.
“Do you want to?” He asked, being extra careful about making sure you wanted this.
“Arisu,” you deadpanned, but he quickly cut you off.
“Ryōhei. Call me Ryōhei, please. If I’m going to be making love to you then I want you to call me Ryōhei,” he pleaded and you had no choice but to concede.
“Okay, well, Ryōhei,” you started again and he let out a little moan of approval into your neck that made you blush. “We wouldn’t have gotten to this point if I didn’t want it,” you reassured and he raised his head to look at you. “I want you, I have since the day we met.”
He smiled at you before resting his head back into the crook of your neck. “Okay, then. Are you ready?” He asked as he lined his fingers up to the entrance of your core.
You nodded and he gently latched his teeth onto your neck, making you gasp before he slowly entered his middle finger into your wet, warm cunt. The feeling was similar to what it felt like when you played with yourself but so much better. Ryōhei’s fingers were longer and hit places you could never find. He may have been inexperienced but he was obviously naturally skilled at it.
He started to slowly pull it out before pushing it back in, rougher than gentle but not too rough. Your moans and whimpers encouraged him to continue and he did. He brought his thumb down to try and find your clit, finding it after a few seconds of effort. He was glad he at least knew a bit about the female body and how to properly please them (he partially had porn to thank for that). The choked moan you let out the moment he pressed his thumb to your bundle of nerves made him grin cockily into your neck.
“That’s it,” he whispered against your skin and you breathed shakily. When he slowly pushed his ring finger into you alongside his middle finger, your legs, which had been wrapped around his waist for the majority of your activity, squeezed around him as your moans slowly got louder and your breathing picked up. You weren’t sure how he was able to make you reach the edge so quickly but you didn’t really care either. “I’ve got you, just let go,” he reassured you, pressing kisses along your neck and shoulder. It was the needed push for you to reach your high. He kept pumping, riding you through everything and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
Once you reached the end of your orgasm, Ryōhei slowly pulled his fingers out of your pussy and brought it over to massage your thigh as you breathed heavily. When you opened your eyes, you saw him looking at you with the most awestruck and lovesick look in his eyes, it built your confidence but also made you overly shy. You forced yourself to not look away from his intense gaze, staring straight back at him with a look that had Ryōhei grow harder than he already was.
“Do you want to keep going?” He asked you, having brought both hands down to your thighs to massage them and love on them. Your heart clenched at his sweetness and you knew this was the boy you wanted to marry someday.
“Please,” you answered in response with a nod. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a loving kiss. He smiled into the kiss and slowly started to readjust you so you were higher on the rock, your - still dripping - core now on full display for him to see.
When he pulled away, he immediately lowered his gaze over your body and eventually to the pussy he would be inside in a few minutes. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. How did I get so lucky?” He asked rhetorically before letting his right hand leave your left thigh to grab his erection and drag the head through your fold, circling your clit with it every time he passed over it. “Are you ready? I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he reassured. You looked down at where he was still dragging his penis over your cunt and realized just how big he was.
And you meant it when you said it was big.
Despite your nervousness about his size, you nodded and pulled him down so this time you were hiding your face in his neck. “I’m ready.”
As soon as you said that, he slowly began to enter his dick in you, going so slowly as to not hurt you. You whimpered at the stretch, the pain mixing with the slightest bit of pleasure. When his hips pushed flush against the backs of your thighs and ass, he stayed still, reaching a hand down to rub at your clit to help you adjust to the pain. It worked. The pain morphed into a dull ache and the pleasure started to take over. “Please,” you whined and squirmed just the tiniest bit against him. He got the message and slowly pulled out until only the tip remained, only to push it right back in again. He was so deep, you swore he hit your cervix. The pleasurable pain of the feeling made your head fall back and your legs squeeze around Ryōhei’s waist. He kept one of his hands to press against your hip and keep you in place while the other rubbed tight circles on your clit.
It was such an intense feeling that you couldn’t believe it was actually happening. You were losing your virginity, but most importantly, making love to Arisu Ryōhei, the boy you’d been falling in love with since the day you met him in this dreadful world. You wished the moment would never end, but you knew it had to.
Especially since you could feel your orgasm coming up on you very quickly.
Almost like the two of you were in sync or he was reading your mind, Ryōhei said, “I won’t be able to last much longer. Fuck, you’re so tight,” he moaned out.
“Me too,” you whined, bringing him down to your level again so you could messily slam your lips against his. The kiss was little more than the two of you breathing heavily into each other’s mouths until you could feel the warm feeling of Ryōhei’s cum painting the inside of your walls. Him cumming triggered your own orgasm and the two of you moaned into your interlocked lips.
He continued to thrust the two of you through your highs until he slowed to a stop and gathered you in his arms for a cuddle session. You laughed under your breath and wrapped your arms around his as well to return his affection.
“I’m in love with you,” he confessed into your ear from where his head was resting against your temple. His lips traced against the shell of your ear as he spoke and it made a pleasurable shiver run down your spine. You smiled at his confession of love and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“I am so in love with you, Ryōhei.”
You were quietly grateful for those elephants because they ended up being the whole reason you and Ryōhei found your way to each other, this time as lovers instead of friends.
