nijiro. BRO im gonna play victim abt this cuz do u know how many chishiya fics i wrote. 17,000 words on my ao3 work. like mentally i lived aib. you KNOW i inserted my oc and shit. like…i wanted him bad. THAT WAS MY FIRST EVER CELEB CRUSH. thag was my mans. and honestly, that should’ve be EVERYONES man. like that was sophisticated dada.
kindadada. hell naw man. do u know how much i defended him for the “hes a trumpie” thing? get out my face. fuck him. how are u gonna- like . fuck him. im distraught.
Possivle Chishya fic of him acually showing emotion or just freaking the hell out (I need to see this man suffer and then be comforted for the first time ever)
I got you - Shuntaro Chishiya
Requested: Yes
Pairing(s): platonic!GN!reader x Platonic!Chishiya
Genre: fluff, angst
Warnings:blood mentions, injury, crying,
Summary: You get injured during a game, and Chishiya cracks when he sees you upset. He panics, and you comfort each other whilst he patches you up
Word count: 746
A/N: look at me go with all the requests! So proud of myself, cl but anyways, i have 3 more smuts to write (possible weekly kinktober) after this and a ghost fluff to come that has been haunting my drafts for months. Hope you enjoy this and have a lovely whatever time of day it is for you, keep safe and healthy. MWAH! Xoxo- Eva
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During the “game” of survival, you had gotten injured and then separated from everybody else, which left you panicked and in pain whilst trying not to get shot by the king of spades. The pain in your leg was almost unbearable, but the adrenaline of trying to hide and save your own life made your mind think about different things.
Chishiya had never been panicked in his life before, pre borderlands, even in the borderlands where every game was life or death, not a single thread of panic until he couldn’t see you with Kuina He felt a sense of dread start to fill his stomach, but he tried not to show it through his poker face.
You were in an alley, using your bandages to try and stop the bleeding, biting down on your bottom lip so much that a metallic taste lingered in your mouth but whatever you did, you could not be spotted by the king of spades or you’d die, unable to continue on and get back to your old life.
You try to make a tourniquet as best you could without an actual doctor (Chishiya) on hand. Your hands were shaking and now stained in your own blood. You were sweaty and uncomfortable but you started to move again, your eyes staying wide open to stay hidden the best you could.
The gunshots rang through the streets, people screaming before they stopped abruptly when they’d been shot and killed. You had seen so much violence and death that somehow you’d gotten used to it, despite the smell, you didn’t even flinch when you heard the far shots of other players. You kept on moving, finding somewhere else to rest for a couple of minutes.
Chishiya, whilst also taking shelter away from the king of spades, was trying to seek out you. The dread increased tenfold every second you were out of his sight. You had bumped into him at the beach on your first day. You were quite scared at first going through your first game and seeing those who got hurt and died, it was traumatic to say the least but surprisingly Chishiya kept you away from the military and the hatter enough to let you relax before each game, sticking close by to you.
You were also trying to search for him, unable to find him made you think the worst despite him being somewhat tactical when it came to these games, all nonchalant and not trusting anyone other than you and Kuina then later, the others. You were stuck in your mind, bleeding but restless, you needed comfort that you weren’t going to receive.
Chishiya was hiding behind a car when he got a glimpse of another figure hiding across the street from him. He had already raised his voice at Arisu and Kuina in desperate need to get you to a safe place. He only cared for you at this point in time.
He kept himself low and aware of his surroundings as he got to the other side of the street. He saw you bleeding, biting your lip to stop any pained sounds from escaping. He pulled you in to hide you better before looking at your leg. He didn't wince, didn't make you worry even more, he just grabbed the things needed to clean it more hygienically.
He successfully helped you wrap it, mumbling to himself all the time about you being safe and that you should have stuck with him but also scolding you for getting yourself hurt in a situation like this but as soon as he saw the look on your face and your comforting words that went with it, his anger was forgotten.
You took him into your arms, he froze at first not knowing what to do when he received affection but his arms slowly encircled you back, hugging you tightly to his chest as if to protect you from all harm.
”I’m fine, Shiya, you’ve got me, and my leg will heal” You comfort him quietly, wanting to calm him down. He didn't show it, but his heart was racing in panic because of you.
You both keep hidden, away from the king of Spades, hugging until both of your heartrates slowed, beating in sync with one another.
You were grateful that you had met Chishiua because you'd be long gone without him, and he was grateful that he met you because he would have never cared about anyone else.
Chishiya eats pussy like a starving animal. It starts out calculated and teasing but he eventually just breaks and starts lapping at your cunt and slurping like a dog.
you: chishiya, you arrogant bastard. WHY DID YOU DO THAT? YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO BURN THE-
chishiya: you love this arrogant bastard though?
you: okay..true.. bUT STILL??????
