- I’m Fucking Crazy, I Don’t Wanna Damage You -

Pairing: Chishiya x Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama, insane reader-kind of, Pre-Borderlands

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The days continued to blur by, the games growing more dangerous with each passing moment. But you? You never seemed to slow down, never seemed to care about the risks, the blood, the cost. It was like a game to you. And that frustrated Chishiya more than he cared to admit. Every time he saw you, it felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, watching you freefall without a second thought. He wanted to reach out and catch you, but every time he did, you pushed him away.

It was your recklessness that drove him crazy. It was your smile that kept him awake at night. But the more you kept pulling away, the more he started to realize that maybe, just maybe, he was in deeper than he wanted to be.

“You need to stop this,” Chishiya said one night, his voice low and tense. “You can’t keep going like this. This place—it’ll break you.”

You laughed, a sound that was equal parts manic and carefree. “You worry too much, Chishiya. Maybe I like it this way. Maybe I don’t care if it breaks me.”

He shook his head, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “I care. Dammit, I care. And I won’t just stand by and watch you destroy yourself.”

You looked at him, and for the first time in days, you saw something different in his eyes. “Why?” The word was simple, but it held so much weight. “Why do you care? Why do you always stop me when I’m just trying to survive?”

Chishiya stood there, unable to answer immediately. His lips parted, but words felt too heavy, too tangled in his chest. He wasn’t sure what had changed, but something had. Something deep inside him, something he thought he’d buried long ago.

“I don’t know anymore,” he finally admitted, his voice quieter now, softer. “I just—” He let out a frustrated sigh. “I don’t want to see you get hurt. You don’t deserve that.”

For a moment, the world felt like it stopped spinning. You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest. “I’m not the same person I was before this,” you whispered, your voice breaking slightly. “I’ve done things. I’ve hurt people. And I’ve hurt myself. I don’t know if I can be fixed.”

Chishiya took a step closer to you, his gaze unwavering. “I’m not trying to fix you,” he said softly, his words raw. “I just don’t want to see you lost. I don’t want you to lose yourself in this place.”

Your breath caught in your throat, the weight of his words settling in the pit of your stomach. There was something there—something real. Something neither of you had been willing to admit, but it was there, undeniable.

“I don’t know how to stop,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

Chishiya reached out, his hand brushing lightly against your arm, the contact gentle but full of intention. “You don’t have to. But maybe you don’t have to do it alone, either.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to let go of the walls you’d built up. You leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his presence, the steadiness that had always been there beneath his calm exterior. “I don’t want to be alone anymore,” you whispered, your voice fragile.

Chishiya’s gaze softened, his fingers gently curling around yours. He had always been good at pretending—pretending not to care, pretending not to feel. But now, standing here with you, he realized how much he had already fallen.

Without another word, he pulled you closer, his other hand resting against your cheek as he leaned down, his breath brushing against your skin. Your heart pounded, and for a brief moment, the world outside seemed to disappear. There was no Borderlands. No deadly game. Just the two of you, caught in this fleeting moment.

Then, his lips met yours—soft at first, hesitant, as if he were afraid of breaking something delicate. But it didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen, for the emotions that had been building between you two to finally spill over.

You kissed him back, your hands threading through his hair, your body pressing closer as you lost yourself in the moment. The chaos of the world outside faded into nothing, and for the first time in a long while, you felt alive.

Chishiya pulled back, his forehead resting against yours as he tried to catch his breath. His lips were still tingling from the kiss, and there was a softness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. “You’re insane,” he murmured, a grin tugging at his lips. “But I think I’m starting to understand why.”

You smiled, a genuine, vulnerable smile, and for once, it wasn’t a mask. “Maybe I am. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want this. I don’t want to be alone anymore, Chishiya.”

His thumb brushed over your cheek, his gaze never leaving yours. “You’re not alone. Not anymore.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, Chishiya allowed himself to believe it. That maybe, in this broken, insane world, there was still a chance for something real. Something worth fighting for

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Hello my loves❤️

Should I make a part 2 of this??

Bye~

- I Know You, I Walked with You Once Upon a Dream - part 2

Pairing: Niragi × Reader

Genre: Angst,Dark-kind of

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The kiss with Niragi haunted you for days after. Not because it was wrong—because, for some strange reason, it felt right. The taste of him lingered in your mind like smoke, and no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that this was the Borderlands’ way of warping your thoughts, deep down, you knew something else.

You still loved him.

The realization hit harder than you’d expected. It wasn’t just pity or some misplaced sense of nostalgia. No. You wanted him. The same Niragi who had been lost in the madness, who had become a monster, was the same man you once walked beside in a life that now felt like a dream.

But this wasn’t a dream. This was real. And the reality of it was suffocating.

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It didn’t take long for Niragi to find you again. The games had a way of forcing people into contact—especially when there were only a few players left. And when he found you, he didn’t bother with any words at first. He just stood there, his eyes boring into yours like they were searching for something he didn’t know he needed. Something that, maybe, he had lost.

“You still think you can walk away from me?” Niragi’s voice was colder now, harder. The anger in his eyes wasn’t directed at you, but you knew better than to mistake that. His rage was his armor, and you had once been the one person who had cracked it wide open.

He moved closer, his steps deliberate, slow, as if he were savoring the moment before taking what he wanted. Your heart skipped in your chest. There was no denying it now—your feelings for him were tangled in the mess of everything the Borderlands had made you both into.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” you finally said, your voice barely a whisper.

For a moment, Niragi froze. His gaze softened just the slightest bit, as if your words had struck him somewhere deep beneath the anger. “You can’t stop?” His voice was almost gentle. But it was brief—gone as quickly as it had appeared.

“I never could.” Your heart was beating so loudly, you were sure he could hear it. Every word felt like a confession, a breaking point.

Niragi took a step closer, and this time, you didn’t pull away. He reached out, his hand brushing against your cheek, his touch so cold, yet full of an intensity you couldn’t escape. “You think you can love someone like me?” His voice was low, challenging, but there was a hint of something you couldn’t quite place—fear, maybe, or regret.

You didn’t hesitate. “I already do.” The words came out before you could stop them. The truth, raw and dangerous.

His lips twitched into a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes. They were still dark, haunted. “Stupid.” But it wasn’t cruel. He wasn’t mocking you. It was almost… familiar. A shadow of the man you once knew. “I don’t deserve that.”

You shook your head, your hand rising to touch his arm. “You do,” you whispered. “You just don’t see it yet.”

His eyes flickered, and for a brief second, you saw him—the man he had been. The man you had once loved. But it was fleeting, like a ghost passing through him. He shook his head as if trying to rid himself of the feeling.

“The Borderlands don’t care about love,” Niragi said, his tone bitter. “You think this place gives a damn about who we were? About what we were?”

“It doesn’t,” you agreed, your voice steady. “But I do.”

Niragi didn’t answer, but you felt the shift between you. Something unspoken hung in the air, a tension that was both unbearable and magnetic. And then, without warning, he closed the gap between you. His lips found yours in a kiss that was rough, desperate, but not without tenderness. It wasn’t like the first time—it was different. It was real.

You kissed him back, and for the first time in a long while, you didn’t feel like you were just surviving. In that moment, you felt alive. You were his. And maybe, just maybe, he was still yours.

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Days passed, and Niragi’s presence became a constant, his eyes always watching you, his actions unpredictable. He was still the same—a volatile mix of rage and hurt. But there was something else there now. A connection. A bond that neither of you could ignore, no matter how much you tried.

Every night, he would show up at your side, sometimes with a word, sometimes in silence. But every time, you felt the same pull, the same weight of his presence. You were falling in love with him all over again, and you hated that you couldn’t stop it. You hated that he made you feel like this—like you were both trapped in a world that didn’t care about your past, only your survival. But you didn’t care anymore. Because when you were with him, nothing else mattered.

“You’re still mine,” Niragi would say in the dark, his voice like a promise. “I won’t let you go.”

And you would answer in kind, “I don’t want to leave.”

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Hope you guys liked it~

Let me know if you need a part 3

Bye my loves❤️

{Characters : Suguru Niragi (23) and younger sister/fem reader (19)}

{Word Count : Unknown. It's a pretty long one, though, so buckle up.}

{⚠️ Warnings : Mentions of blood, violence, gore, verbal abuse, physical abuse, Niragi (that's a whole warning by itself...), ooc Niragi (this is fanfiction, after all; none of this is canon, so he will likely seem out of character), lowkey neglectful parents (I needed drama, don't come for me pls 😞), and mentions of firearms and killing people.}

{Genre : Angst, sibling angst}

{📝 Additional/Author's Note(s) : This is my first ever fic that I've written, so please don't be too harsh on me. If you do have some advice or suggestions so that I may improve my writing, don't be shy; hit me with 'em! But, please, don't excessively berate me if I make a mistake. And, also, just because I'm writing fanfiction for this character does not mean I support his actions. Also... Idk Niragi's age, so I'mma just say he's 23. That's a reasonable age for him based on how he acts because he's still impulsive and energetic, and his high school memories are still fairly fresh. Plus, I can't find any reliable sources, so... yeah.}

(Story begins below the squiggly line! Please enjoy! <3)

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The day you were born was the day 4-year-old Niragi knew he would have a playmate and best friend for the rest of his life. You were his baby sister, Suguru [Y/N]. He officially had a sibling. Somebody that he could brag about and show off, as well as protect and give him a purpose. What was that purpose, you ask? To be your big brother, of course! He was now the person that you could run to and rely on if anybody was giving you a hard time, aside from your parents.

He always made sure to make that known, too. He never had any problems approaching other kids on the playground if they took away the new toy you just won from a claw machine at 6 years old. He was a 10-year-old scaring off 7-year-olds, but he didn't care. It was for your sake, after all, so he could be less than bothered about it.

"Niragi, that was too mean..!" you would whine, gently clutching the dirtied up doll that your parents just bought you for your birthday last week.

"No, it wasn't! He's the mean one! He took your doll and wouldn't give it back, so I protected you!" he would argue back.

That's what he would always fall back on: protecting you. It gave him a sense of pride. A feeling of meaning, as if he mattered and he actually had a purpose. A job, even. That job was to make sure his baby sister was always taken care of and never in danger, emotionally or physically. Every time he was able to fulfill that job, it made him feel big and strong, like every young kid does after they scare their little sibling's bully away on the playground.

When middle school rolled around, Niragi found himself getting more serious when it came to his grades. He wanted to do something meaningful with his life, and he thought that school would achieve a lot more for him if he actually tried in it. He still made time for you, of course, since you were still just in elementary school. You were still a baby in his eyes, so he wanted to make sure you got enough attention and playtime with him. He never wanted you feeling neglected, ever. Even if he was stressing and tugging his hair out while studying for an upcoming math exam, he would always let you show him the messy picture you colored for him, praising you and claiming that it was a masterpiece.

But... growing up sucks. You found this out when your older brother began high school, and you began middle school at the same time.

He began having less and less time for you, claiming that his homework was more important. His schoolwork was more important than playing a quick game of catch outside with you. Your parents didn't do anything about it, either. It's not like they seemed very thrilled to spend time with you, either. After your first few birthdays, they began seeming exhausted with the mere presence of you. You were just like every other little girl: energetic, playful, curious, loving, loud, and always wanting to do things around the house. It got tiring for both of them pretty quickly, so Niragi made sure to always sub in for them. He did get annoyed with you at times, but that was expected. He learned patience with you, as well as how to be softer and kinder around others.

Still, though, as the years went by, it seemed like change continued to happen. You two grew somewhat distant, but you both knew it wasn't actually personal. You both were busy adjusting to your new lives. And, besides, you two were siblings! You guys would always be there for each other no matter what, regardless of how long you went without speaking to each other!

However, Niragi seemed to grow more resentful and distant during his last two years of high school, especially his senior year. He was getting bullied on a daily basis, it seemed like. It felt like a never-ending cycle for him, and it made him hate the people who were doing it to him. He held multiple grudges with each one of them, and he never considered forgetting about any of them. They were the reason he went without lunch some days, returning home with bruises on others. And, sometimes, he received both of the unfair treatments in the same day.

And who did he always come to when he needed somebody to rely on? When he needed a shoulder to cry on, somebody to patch up his wounds, someone to reassure him?

You. It was always you, and it always would be.

But it's not like you minded. It wasn't annoying despite your brother thinking he was burdening you by needing some comfort every now and again. It gave you the same prideful feeling that he had whenever he felt your tiny hand wrap around his finger the day you were born. You felt responsible for him in a good way. It felt right. You felt like you were the one he could rely on and the one who would take care of him when he had nobody else, and it made you feel the same sense of pride that he did when he realized how lucky he was to call you his little sister.

One day, while your parents were both out late at work, which seemed to be becoming more and more common lately, Niragi came through the front door while covering his face with a hand. You, at 14 years old, obviously knew something was wrong. You weren't stupid. So, of course, you got up from the couch in the living room and approached him, the concern obviously displayed on your face.

"Niragi, hey, let me see. Please..?" you began, but to no avail.

Then, you got a bit more demanding. You gently grabbed his arm when he began to head to the bathroom to clean up before you could see the state he was in. He always hated seeing you worried about him.

"Move your hand. Hey, come on. I told you to let me see."

He just shook his head, mumbling something quietly in response.

"Let go, [Y/N]. It's - It's fine..."

You weren't buying it, and you gently removed his hand by yourself. You let out a soft gasp of both surprise and horror when you saw just what they did to him. His glasses were broken, his nose was bleeding, his lower lip was busted and bloody, and he had a few nasty bruises forming along his jaw and chin. He eventually confessed that they had used a wooden bat on him, as well as their knuckles. It infuriated you, but what made you even more pissed was the fact that you knew you couldn't do anything about it. Niragi's bullies had twice your strength easily, if not more. And they always came in a group of at least three.

So, you did what you could. You patched up his wounds and bought him another pair of glasses from a cheap nearby store. Another simple black pair that could easily be replaced if they were broken again, which you both knew was bound to happen.

Seeing that your parents still weren't home, you decided to make both of you some dinner, too. Nothing too fancy. It was just a simple, home-cooked meal that Niragi would never admit he loved. He liked picking on you and teasing you, as siblings do, and would never admit that your cooking and baking was even better than your mother's. Your miso soup always had a better taste to it for some reason. Maybe because you put extra love and thought into it... who knows?

While you prepared some simmered vegetables, beef, and white rice for both of you to enjoy, you served him a small bowl of miso soup as a starter.

Then, you asked him the question he knew was to come eventually.

"I, uh... I didn't see you at lunch today. What's up with that? Did you eat?"

He sighed and put his bowl down, swallowing the warm liquid before clearing his throat. He tried thinking of a believable lie, but he ended up just going with a simple excuse.

"Oh, I wasn't hungry."

Really? He thought you were going to believe that? He may be smart in school, but he wasn't smart when it came to lying. He sucks at lying... like, really sucks. The school days were fairly lengthy, and you packed him his favorite bento box this morning before school, so there's no way he wasn't hungry.

"Liar." you replied almost instantly, not even turning your attention to him, keeping it fixated on the small pot full of cooked daikon, simmered bamboo shoots, and cooked shiitake mushrooms.

He swallowed quietly, knowing he had been caught. Still, you continued.

"I bought your favorites at the market on Tuesday so I could make your lunch this morning. You had a difficult exam today, so I wanted you to have a good meal to look forward to. There's no way you just weren't hungry."

Niragi sighed, staring down at the hot bowl of miso soup that you had prepared him.

You were always able to see straight through him. Of course, you were able to. You were his sister! You guys literally grew up together. You two knew each other like the back of your hands.

He paused for a bit as you finished cooking dinner, preparing his portion. He bit the inside of his cheek despite it being sore due to his bullies' knuckles a few hours earlier. Then, he decided to speak up.

"Do you... think I'm weak..?"

The question was sudden, but not exactly unexpected.

But, of course, you answered it as any sibling would. And not just out of pity. Your words were filled with truth. Genuine yet sweet and reassuring truth.

"No, of course not! Why would I?"

You responded, ending your rhetorical question with a small yet puzzled laugh.

"Well, it's just that..." he began, his voice still low.

"You-You're always taking care of me, but I'm the older one. I should be the one taking care of you instead, not the other way around."

You paused for a bit, scooping some rice into your own bowl as you thought of a response. And, of course, you responded truthfully. You always did. You weren't a poor liar like Niragi.

"Have you forgotten that you're my brother? You've taken care of me since I popped out of Mom. Don't blame yourself or feel guilty. I'm doing my part, so let me. Please?"

You said with a soft, sweet smile.

And, of course, he couldn't say no. He just smiled and thanked you.

"Now, eat up. And don't be afraid to get seconds. You didn't eat lunch today, after all." you said with a warm smile as you served him his dinner with a simple glass of water.

Again, he smiled and thanked you with a hum and a small nod, claiming that he was lucky to have somebody like you as a sister.

If only things could stay that simple forever.

Once Niragi turned 19, he moved out to live by himself somewhere. You guys still stayed in contact, and you still saw each other at least weekly to hang out. But... things were different. You were 15, a sophomore in high school, and he was a young adult now. He had the freedom to do whatever he wanted, so he did. He changed his appearance. Every week you saw him, you noticed a small difference. First, there were no glasses. Then, it was a tongue piercing, then a nose piercing, and then... the list went on and on.

You also noticed a change in his personality. He went from being timid and shy to outgoing and even confrontational. It worried you in a way. Sure, you were proud of him for coming out of his shell, and you were happy that he found himself, but at the same time, it didn't feel right. Something felt off. He was... different. He had changed. He even stopped being affectionate towards you sometimes, especially around others. Any time you complained about any pain, whether it be emotional or physical, he would just tell you to suck it up, stop being a crybaby, and stop bothering him with your 'stupid teenage problems.' That was weird. You always listened to his 'stupid teenage problems', so why could he not listen to yours?

This attitude only worsened when everybody in Tokyo disappeared one day all of a sudden. You were simply walking out of school, prepared to spend the afternoon with your brother, when you noticed that it was quiet. Way too quiet. It was eerie, actually. So you decided to look around, to which you found... nothing. Nobody else was around. They were just... gone.

However, Niragi was standing just a few dozen feet away from your school, so you yelled after him. You two decided to stick together, eventually discovering that this was an entirely different place. It still seemed like the Japan you and your brother were used to, but at the same time, it was different. Empty.

Both of you eventually found a resort by the name of The Beach. You were both accepted, and you both served a purpose. Niragi was intelligent, as he was a diamond player, and he was strong. He served as a member of the militant group while you provided medical assistance. Your brother said it suited you since you were too soft to fight, and you were always good at tending to his wounds after school a few years ago. Not wanting to argue, you just accepted the role you were given and decided to help whoever you could.

But... the peace didn't last long.

After you had finished patching up a middle-aged man, patting his back with a soft smile to let him know you were done, you heard gunshots and a few screams. This obviously concerned you, and the man you had just treated rushed out of your room to go see what was going on. You followed soon after.

When you reached the lobby, you had to push your way through the large crowd of people in order to actually see what was going on.

And, unsurprisingly, the reason that conflict was starting was because of your older brother.

He stood there with a wicked smile, aiming his rifle at a young woman and hovering his finger over the trigger in a threatening manner. It was obvious that he was just trying to intimidate her, as well as everyone else.

You don't know why, but a bit of anger flared up inside of you. This wasn't the same person you knew and grew up with. He was so violent now; too violent for your liking. For anyone's, matter of fact.

So, you acted impulsively, which was uncommon. You quickly approached him and tilted his gun upwards as soon as he squeezed the trigger. Everybody screamed in fright, and the woman whom he had been aiming at flinched and covered her face, thinking she had been shot. But, once she felt no stinging pain, she quickly scrambled to her feet and blended into the crowd for protection.

Meanwhile, you knew you were fucked. You had just interrupted Niragi, the most feared member here. Everyone knew you two were closer than Niragi was with any other member, but that didn't mean that you were off the hook.

And he proved that pretty quickly.

Before you knew it, you heard Niragi toss his rifle onto the ground. Then, you were shoved onto the ground yourself by him in the same harsh way.

Some people, knowing this would get bloody and ugly soon, decided to go back outside to the pools or down the hallways. Some disappeared into their hotel rooms, not wanting to interfere.

You were left to defend yourself against your brother, which was something you never thought you would have to even think about. He had never hurt you before, so he wouldn't now, right?

Wrong.

Before you could plead your case on why you had prevented him from unnecessarily killing the woman from earlier, you felt his knuckles make contact with your cheek. The remaining crowd gasped, but nobody intervened. Why would they? Niragi was a monster, and he likely wouldn't hesitate to slaughter any of them right then and there if they decided to help you.

You winced in pain, covering your aching cheek with a hand. But it didn't help because you quickly received another punch, this time to your lower lip. And then another to your jaw. Then, one after another.

You weren't helpless. You were just scared. Every human has a fight or flight response, but yours was freeze. You hadn't expected him to actually attack you like this, so you kind of just... froze.

After making sure there was a bit of fresh blood dribbling down your chin, Niragi stopped punching you. Not because he felt bad, but because he had realized he could do something more effective than ruining your face.

He wrapped one hand around your throat, giving it a firm squeeze.

You felt the wind leave your windpipe, and you choked out a small cough, both of your hands instantly wrapping around his single one as you tried to pry it off, to no avail. He was easily twice as strong as you.

Niragi let out a low, satisfied laugh before speaking.

"Why'd you stop me? Huh?! Why the fuck are you trying to play the damn hero?! You're always getting in the way!"

He spat, his voice filled with genuine anger directed towards you. All because you wanted to defend someone and prevent an unnecessary death.

"You think you're so clever, don't you, you stupid cunt?"

He continued, the small, prideful smile from earlier quickly disappearing. It was replaced by a scowl.

Ouch. Those words hurt more than the pressure he had on your throat right now. Sure, he had cursed at you before, but he had never been this angry with you. He had never called you too far outside of your name.

He slightly released his grip, causing you to suck in a small amount of air to respond to him.

"They're still... people." you said, your voice a bit hoarse as you glared at him.

And, of course, he found this response amusing. Why wouldn't he? He was one of the most feared, if not the most, feared member in this place. Not the most respected by any means, but the most feared? Oh, definitely. It gave him a false sense of strength and pride, knowing that he had some sort of power over everyone else. You were a part of that 'everyone else', so he also thought that this applied to you as well. He viewed you as just another burden in his way. And that hurt. It really did.

He let out another dry chuckle, applying more pressure against your windpipe again.

Still, nobody intervened.

You began to feel lightheaded, and things went black before too long.

A couple hours later, likely late at night, you opened your eyes and groaned in pain. Your head was throbbing, and your throat hurt like hell. You could also feel your lower lip, which was tender.

You were on a bed. Not just any bed, though. Your brother's.

And he was sitting on it just a couple of feet away, looking over at you once he heard your body shifting on top of the sheets and covers.

"Finally awake? Took you long enough."

He mumbled coldly, with no real concern or emotion present in his voice. He seemed more annoyed or burdened by the fact that you had passed out as a result of him literally strangling you.

You just remained silent, sitting up and rubbing your sore jaw. You knew exactly where the pain had come from. Your own brother's hands. The same ones that used to shove kids away from you on the playground were now the ones that had been used to bloody your face and bruise your jaw.

After a few long, awkward seconds of both of you not speaking, you got up and headed for the door.

But he beat you to it, and, like a competitive football player, slammed you into the wall to prevent you from opening it. He pinned your back to the wall, one of his hands firmly pressing against your shoulder to keep you against it.

"And where do you think you're going? Do you really think I'm gonna let you off this easy after the way you embarrassed me out there?"

He hissed, glaring into your glossy eyes with his own dark ones.

They were the same color as when he was younger, so why did they look so different? Why did they seem darker? Not in color, but in a different sense. They were just... empty. They lacked the hint of empathy, guilt, or remorse that you were so desperately searching for.

Your curious thoughts were interrupted when you felt Niragi harshly grab a handful of your hair with a sick grin. He was... enjoying this..? He was enjoying hurting you just like he did with everybody else?

He raised his hand, seemingly preparing to deliver another hit to your face, and you flinched. Your hands instinctively raised to cover your already-bruised face, and they slightly trembled. Flinching is something you never would've done a few years ago. He would never put his hands on you... well, that's what you thought until today.

He didn't even speak, though. He just scoffed after hearing your small startled yelp of pain and threw you onto the floor as if you were a piece of garbage. Nothing. A burden. Just another person for him to shove around and insult if they got in his way.

He then walked out of the hotel room, looking behind him and down at you on the floor.

"Get yourself cleaned up, and stop crying. It makes you look weak."

He scoffed before slamming the door shut, making you flinch slightly at the loud noise.

So, you did. You accepted the fact that he was different. He wasn't your brother, was he..? He shared the same blood and last name as you, but you only recognized him as Niragi, not as the person you used to run to for comfort if somebody was being mean to you.

This cycle repeated for a few more days. You stayed with Niragi, mainly because he reminded you that you were too soft for the borderlands and that he would protect you if anything were to happen. Although you didn't believe him, a part of you still wished for that familiar comfort that he used to give you when you were younger. So, you followed after him like a stray dog that was desperate for love, which you were.

Eventually, though, you only had a day left on your visa. You decided to go search for a game to participate in, and of course, Niragi went with you.

After around an hour or so of aimlessly walking around, you spotted a game arena. There were still two minutes to register, so Niragi dragged you two over to it. Whenever you got there and picked up the phones, it was revealed that the game was a ten of spades. You were better at hearts games, and Niragi was a diamond player. But, either way, there was no way out of it now. Both of you would just have to hope that the ten simply meant the rules that were difficult, not the amount of stamina that you had to have.

The game was duck-duck-goose. Someone was picked, and they had to run a lap around the building and come back, taking another person's space before they did. If they won, they got to play another round while the other player sat out. Sit out too many rounds, and the familiar laser in the sky would be your punishment.

Unfortunately, humans are going to disobey the rules. The game quickly broke out into chaos whenever a man lost a round, and it turned into nothing but fighting before long. The borderlands brought the worst out of people, after all. It was expected to happen, honestly. Duck-duck-goose quickly turned into a game of dodging and running. Multiple participants were eliminated pretty quickly, and you were unfortunately injured by the same man who had gotten angry that he had lost the round earlier.

It didn't really seem like the participants nor the game masters cared that the rules were broken for the last few minutes. They were death games, after all. Who cared if a few people killed each other while playing one?

You had been shoved into a sharp corner of the building by the man with a large amount of force, and it ended up puncturing your abdomen. It split open a line in your stomach, and you squeezed your eyes shut and immediately clutched the open flesh. Your shirt quickly became stained with blood, and you pressed both of your arms over your stomach in an attempt to slow the bleeding.

The man, seeing this, just ran off. He obviously didn't care if you died. He had been the one to cause that injury, after all.

You couldn't tell if the injury was fatal or not. It wasn't like it was a stab wound, but still, the metal side of the building had managed to slice you open with ease. It was fairly deep, and you were losing a pretty decent amount of blood already.

"Game cleared! Congratulations!" the female AI voice exclaimed.

Niragi felt relief rush through his body at the announcement, but when he turned to see if you were still there, he felt his heart drop. You were, but you were knelt down on the ground, clutching your stomach. That wasn't a good sign.

He was about to walk over and help you up, but a voice in the back of his head stopped him. You would be fine. You just needed to suck it up. So, that's what he went with. He glanced over at you before turning to walk away.

"Come on. Get up. We have to get back. You can handle a little stomach ache."

You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. It hurt to even be crouched over in this position, so how were you going to walk, let alone keep up with his pace? He was seriously just ignoring you in a state like this? You would've never done this to him, so why did he think it was fair..? Did he hate you?

The question rang in your head for several seconds as you slowly pulled yourself up, still covering your stomach with both arms. You decided to just suck it up and begin following after him.

After just around half a minute, though, the pain was already beginning to affect you. The searing sensation was a constant reminder that you needed to rest and stop the bleeding before moving again.

You found yourself feeling weaker, so you reached forward to grab onto your brother's hand.

As soon as he felt your hand on his, though, he yanked it away harshly, causing you to stumble.

Your feet involuntarily moved forward, ultimately pushing you into him, and he let out a groan of annoyance as he shoved you off.

You winced and stumbled back, managing to catch yourself with your hands as you fell on the ground.

Niragi turned around, preparing to scold you for getting too close to him again, but stopped himself as soon as he saw the red liquid that stained the white fabric of your shirt.

For once, his impulsive thinking benefited him instead of making him seem like a heartless monster.

He immediately rushed over to you and knelt down, grabbing your shoulders to keep you upright as you sat on the ground.

"Hey. What the hell happened, you idiot?"

Niragi mumbled, letting go of your shoulders with one hand to press it onto the large red line on your stomach.

You didn't answer, just staring at him. Your expression looked blank, and it was obvious that you were suffering from blood loss.

"Answer me, dammit!"

He yelled, trying to seem strong and intimidating as always, but the worry in his voice gave him away.

You just continued to gaze at him and then turned your attention to the night sky above you.

"Hey, hey."

He tried again, surprisingly taking a gentler approach this time. He knew that back in high school, he would always refuse to tell you anything unless he knew you weren't actually angry with him. He decided to use that same tactic now, and it worked.

You turned to look at him, but your expression was still slightly blank. You now looked puzzled, too, though.

This situation was starting to bring back memories for both of you. The days when you would patch up his wounds after school and take care of him when he needed it, only for him to never return the favor after he graduated, even when you needed it. He had treated you like garbage because of his own selfish hate. He took it out on the wrong people; he was a blind avenger.

Niragi didn't know why, but he was panicking. It was an unfamiliar feeling, which is why he hated it. You were his sister. His baby sister. He was the first one besides your parents to hold you when you were born, and now he was holding you as you bled out, too. He just watched you bleed out in front of him like the same weak person he was all those years ago. Was it the guilt that was taking hold of him? Or was it a part of him from before that had been shoved down deep and hidden?

He didn't know, but he kept trying to get you to respond. You were just... blank.

Eventually, though, you did respond. Just not to him. You were simply talking out loud.

"You remember... how I used to..." you paused, catching your breath as blood creeped out of the corner of your mouth.

"...take care of you during high school..? Why did you change..?" you asked, expecting him to just yell and dismiss you for asking such a thing.

But, surprisingly, he didn't. And you loved that more than anything.

Niragi fell silent, staring at you before looking down at the ground. He remembered those days perfectly. How you would patch him up after a fight, how you would hold him when he thought he had no one else.

He didn't understand why he acted the way he did after high school. He didn't know why his attitude towards you changed, why he felt so angry at the world, and at you.

He slowly raised his head to look at you, and he still had that unfamiliar, guilty expression on his face.

"...I don't know."

"You hate me, don't you?" you asked suddenly.

It sounded more like a statement than a question.

Your voice was quiet, sad, and... curious. Of course. You had always been a curious girl, but your curiosity often got you hurt whenever you asked your brother about this topic. Why he had suddenly become so cold towards you.

Niragi paused, simply staring at your glossy eyes as he thought of how to respond.

A part of him wanted to say yell and say yes to confirm that he did hate you. But... for some reason, he couldn't find it in himself to do it. And, as he looked at you, he realized that it wasn't you who he hated.

He bit his lip.

"I - I don't hate you," he mumbled quietly, his grip tightening slightly on your shoulders when you began nodding off.

"Liar," you mumbled.

Niragi had always been a horrible liar. He used to always lie to you about what happened to him after school. But for some reason, you felt as if he were actually telling the truth this time. Still, you had your guard up, so you denied it and convinced yourself that he really did hate you.

"I know you do," you began. "Why would you change if you didn't hate me?"

You asked weakly, but yet again, it seemed more like a rhetorical question instead of an actual one.

"Shut up." Niragi snapped.

He didn't hate you. He couldn't. You were the one person that he couldn't bring himself to despise. But you were just so damn stubborn. And that was one thing that pissed him off to no end... but it also reminded him of better times. Happier times.

He exhaled, lowering his head again before raising one of his hands to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him in the eye.

"Stop talking, okay? I'm gonna take you back to The Beach."

You nodded, your body leaning forward and resting on his. And, for the first time in years, he didn't harshly shove you off or reject your touch.

It felt odd. Comforting, almost. Yeah, almost. It felt... hurtful, in a way. You felt neglected. You had been seeking for his touch, love, reassurance, comfort... anything you could get for so long. You had given it to him his entire life, but ever since he turned 19, he never gave you anything in return.

You always thought he had hated you since he became a young adult. He was so cold, cruel, and awful to you after high school, and you never understood. You never got an explanation. You were always so confused, and Niragi took your confusion as weakness and stupidity.

So, to feel him hold you and dirty his own hands with your blood to prevent you from dying made you feel loved for the first time in years.

Niragi felt you lean against him, but he didn't push you away. Instead, he put his other arm around your waist to pull you against him. One of his hands moved to the back of your head, holding it against his chest in order to support your frame.

You were so soft, so vulnerable, and so stubborn. You were as pathetic and weak as before. But... he still wanted to protect you. He still wanted you to be safe. Safe and alive.

He was such a hypocritical bastard.

"Do you think.. I'm weak..?"

You suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence between you two.

That was the same question Niragi would always ask you when you would finish patching his wounds up after school. And, of course, you would always respond with, "No, of course not! Why would I think that?"

It was obvious that you always meant every word, too. You weren't a liar. You never thought of Niragi as weak no matter how many times you had to patch him up after school. He was your older brother. He would always be the strongest person you knew no matter what.

But, now, it was you who needed to ask and receive the answer. You needed to know.

Niragi froze, his eyes widening a bit as you spoke the question.

And, now, it was your turn to ask it. He wanted to say yes, to call you weak and pathetic like he always did. But, those words wouldn't come out. Instead, he just held you tighter.

"No. You're not... weak," he said, his voice just above a whisper.

You weren't weak. You never were. You both knew that. In fact, you were stronger than he liked to admit. You were stronger than him in so many ways, and it infuriated him. You were stronger because you were kind in such an awful world. You had a trait that he struggled with, and it made him envious and jealous. You were stronger because you refused to let the world change you. No matter how many times others mistreated you, you refused to stop being the same sweet person you always were.

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt your body go limp in his arms, though. He caught you, and he called your name.

"[Y/N]."

No response.

"[Y/N], hey, come on! Wake up, fucking idiot..!"

He repeated, desperately this time.

"Shit," he mumbled, picking you up and hurriedly carrying you back to The Beach.

Somehow, you managed to survive the nearly fatal wound, and you woke up in his bed again. The same bed you did the night your brother beat you to a pulp in the lobby.

Whenever you saw him, you didn't need to flinch this time. You just needed to accept his quick hug and apology. It was odd for him to display any affection towards you, even when you two were alone, but that didn't mean it felt bad. It felt good to know that he still loved and cared about you. He just shoved it down a bit too far for both of you to see.

"I promise I'll protect you this time. I won't change. I'll be the same person you could always rely on when we were younger." He mumbled while he hugged you before pulling back.

You smiled softly, nodding in response.

"Do you... promise..?" you asked quietly, looking up at him to see if you could find any sincerity in his eyes.

And, for once, there was.

"I promise." He said, giving you a rare but much missed small smile.

With that, you both promised to protect each other. You would both make sure the other was okay no matter how bad it got. You were each other's first priority after years of mutual disconnection. And... it felt different. Right, even.

Maybe change wasn't always such a bad thing.

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yes i'm aware this isn't all that good... it's 10:50 where i am and i've been working on this for at least a couple hours now. if you guys have any suggestions, please don't be shy!! same if you have any requests for writing, just send me it through an ask :)

goodnight! i hope you enjoyed this story! God bless you all, and i hope you all sleep well!! <3

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{Characters : Kuina and younger sister/fem reader}

{Word Count : Unknown, sorry! 😞}

{⚠️ Warnings : Kuina's dad is aggressive (like in the show), transphobia, insecurity.}

{Genre : Angst, fluff (platonic)}

{📝 Additional/Author's Note(s) : I kind of just thought about this while listening to angsty music (cough cough, anthems for a 17-year-old and die your daughter)... this isn't really a long story like my last one was! As always, please give me honest feedback so I can improve in any way that I can! :) Also, since this story is pre-borderlands, Kuina will be referred to as Hikari and will be addressed as a male in the first half of the story (I know she's a girl, but I just wanted to clear out any confusion. No, I'm not calling her a boy in the present tense since this happened in the past, yk?)}

(Story begins below the squiggly line! Please enjoy! <3)

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Your older brother, Hikari, was always the strongest person you knew. He was only 2 years older than you, but it seemed like it was 20 years with how experienced he was in martial arts, similar to your father. You always admired Hikari, wanting to be as brave and strong as him someday. He reminded you of your father, who you also believed was one of the strongest men alive.

But... things seemed to be different with Hikari and your father. He didn't hold the same sense of admiration for your father that you did. Hikari seemed distant and more secretive lately, and your father seemed to be catching on. He saw the way Hikari looked at you in an almost jealous manner. It wasn't envious jealousy. It just looked like a sense of longing. It was an almost melancholy type of jealousy.

From Hikari's point of view, you were everything he wanted to be. Feminine, sweet, kind, loving, and most of all, you were born the way he had wanted to be. It wasn't much of a problem when he was younger, but as he grew and matured, he found himself wishing to be more like you every day.

You both admired each other deeply even though it was for different reasons. Hikari was strong, which you wanted to be, and you were feminine, which is what he wanted to be. Your father still scolded you sometimes, but he got scolded a lot after his martial arts practice. He was told that he needed to try harder.

But Hikari had a secret. He wanted to be a she.

Nobody knew except for your mother.

One time, your mother walked in on Hikari, who was trying on different shades of foundation and lipstick, but she didn't freak out nor act out loud. She just smiled softly and closed the door, giving him the privacy he needed.

Your mother was always a soft and kind woman. She was always so understanding and supportive. Whenever you found a hobby that your father didn't approve of, she defended you and claimed that he should just let you be a kid. It didn't matter if it was considered masculine or feminine. Whatever you did, your mother supported it as long as it wasn't morally wrong. The same went with Hikari. She always supported Hikari throughout his martial arts, and even now, as he sat in his room, putting on a cherry red lipstick after practicing with your father.

Eventually, you found out Hikari's secret, too.

It happened pretty casually, honestly. You had just come home from school, setting your things down in your room and finishing up some quick chores before noticing that Hikari was still in his room.

So, being the curious kid you were, you knocked on his bedroom door. Whenever you didn't hear an answer after around 10 seconds, you became impatient and knocked again, waiting 10 more seconds. You heard Hikari moving around in his room hurriedly, as if he were trying to hide something. Still, no verbal response.

So, you twisted the doorknob and opened the door, stepping into his room.

He quickly tried to protest, his tone full of worry.

"Wait, hold on! Don't come in!"

But you were already standing in the doorway, and the sight before you both surprised and puzzled you.

Your older brother had a selection of lipsticks and lipglosses laying around, as well as other articles of makeup. He had foundation, concealer, makeup sponges, blush, highlighter... everything, really. Was he experimenting?

"Shut the door..!" Hikari pleaded quietly, to which you nodded and immediately did as he asked.

He looked on the verge of tears, and it worried you. You knew that strong people cried, but nothing had happened to make Hikari cry. He wasn't hurt physically, and you hadn't said anything rude or offensive earlier. So why did he look stressed out of his mind and paranoid?

"Hikari..? What's wrong?" you asked, your voice soft in order to avoid startling him.

He remained silent, a few tears falling onto the sleeve of his white martial arts uniform as he wiped them away quickly.

"Don't... P-Please, don't tell Dad."

The words that Hikari spoke seemed full of genuine fear. Maybe not fear, but something close to it. What was so bad about your father knowing about this? Was it really that horrid to try on makeup as a guy?

"Okay. Okay, I won't." you responded.

You gave Hikari some time to calm down, and after that time was over, you walked over to him and looked up at him.

Although you were young, you weren't judgmental. You never had been. You were always a sweet girl that people claimed could do no wrong, even though your family knew you could still be mischievous at times.

And you weren't stupid, either. You had a feeling you knew what was wrong. Hikari was afraid that you would tell your father, obviously, but he was also afraid of something else. That you had officially found out his secret.

You did, but that didn't mean he deserved to be berated or judged.

"Hey," you piped up.

A simple word to get his attention, to which it did.

"Do you think I would hate you for this? You're still my older sibling." You continued.

Hikari froze, simply looking down at you in disbelief. You didn't think of him differently?

"But... there is one thing that I hate." you announced.

Those words made Hikari swallow and bite his lip slightly in anticipation.

"That color doesn't compliment your skin well. You need to go for more of a nude shade." you said, walking over to the selection of lipsticks that Hikari had spread out.

And, for the first time since you had come into his room, Hikari just smiled softly instead of tensing up.

You rolled the lipstick up and walked over, signaling him to kneel down. Whenever he complied, you used your hand to gently smear the bright red shade off of his lips. You replaced the obnoxious color with a toffee shade, smiling at your work when you were done.

You hurriedly dragged Hikari by the wrist, making him look in the mirror.

"Look, look! Doesn't it look better than that bright red?" you asked, hoping that he liked the color you had picked.

Hikari just smiled and nodded, touching a finger to his lips as if they were ethereal.

He was both grateful and surprised that you didn't insult or berate him for trying on different articles of makeup. You both knew that if your father walked in, he would flip the desk that the makeup was lying on. Your father was a very traditional man who was reluctant to try anything new or change his perspective.

"So... does this mean you're my big sister now?"

Those words struck Hikari deep. He didn't know if you sounded disappointed or not.

Hikari hesitated to answer, but eventually, he nodded and spoke softly.

"If-If that's what you think of this as, then yes. I want to be your big sister, but if you don't-"

You cut her off.

"Ah, ah, ah. You're my big sister."

Those words made her smile down at you, her eyes becoming glossy again.

"And it'll be that way no matter what because I love you." You continued with your own soft smile.

"Besides, I've always wanted a sister!" you admitted, making sure to keep your voice down so that no one else could hear.

Hikari just kneeled down and hugged you tightly, burying her face into your shoulder.

"Thank you. Thank you so much." She sobbed, her voice breaking slightly.

She knew her secret was safe with you.

But... things can't stay perfect forever.

One afternoon, whenever you came home from school and shut the front door behind you, you heard another one slam. You knew which door it was, too. It was Hikari's. That also answered the question of who had been the one to slam her door. Your father.

You were about to head back there, but your mother gently grabbed you and kept you in the living room, shaking her head slightly.

You wanted to go and see what was happening, but you knew your mother was smarter than you. She knew to stay back when your father was angry, and so did you.

"NOT IN MY HOUSE! YOU'RE A BOY! A BOY, NOT A GIRL!" Your father yelled, his voice ringing throughout the house, making its way to the living room where you and your mother stood together.

You heard some ruckus, and you flinched when you eventually heard a loud thud and a crashing noise, which sounded like wood. Your father had definitely flipped Hikari's desk against the wall, or at least something similar to that.

You were right. Your father stormed into the living room with a livid expression. Meanwhile, Hikari was still in her room.

You went to go check on her, cautiously walking to the back of the house, where her room was located.

You heard your mother trying to reason with your father, but he didn't want to hear it. He claimed that everything was unreasonable and that Hikari needed to get a grip on reality.

You tried to drown out his voice, not wanting to hear him badmouth Hikari like that. Instead, you gently knocked on her door, waiting for permission to enter.

Whenever you were granted it, you quickly opened the door and shut it behind you, turning to look at your older sister.

And when you did, you felt your heart clench.

She looked in shock almost. She was tearing up and biting her lip to prevent herself from breaking down right then and there. You could tell that it was becoming difficult for her to hold it in, though.

You didn't know what to say, honestly, so you just walked over and gently embraced her. Though you were shorter and smaller, you still tried your best to wrap your arms all the way around her.

She just sniffed and choked on her sobs, eventually falling weak and breaking down. You held her the entire time, trying your best to be both encouraging and comforting, whispering sweet words into her ear about how everything was going to be okay, about how your father was just being close-minded. She just nodded and went silent, the only sound emitting from her being her quiet sobs as she held onto you, burying her face into your shoulder.

Only a few days later, Hikari was packing her bags, per your father's request. She was leaving.

Both you and your mother didn't understand, but you both also knew it was useless to fight against your father and Hikari. The decision had already been made.

So, you gave Hikari one last hug, squeezing her a bit tighter than usual. You didn't cry. You knew you were going to see her again, and you both would stay in contact. Still, though, it hurt to know she wouldn't be living in the same house as you anymore.

A couple of months after your older sister left, your mother came down with a sudden illness. It had popped up out of nowhere, and the doctors were still waiting for the lab results to return so they could give her an official diagnosis.

You helped out around the house more often, keeping it clean and staying out of your father's way. He seemed equally stressed out about your mother's sudden health downfall.

One afternoon, after school, you decided to go pay a visit to your mother. You wanted to bring her a small bouquet of her favorite flowers and a note encouraging her to get better soon, so you went to do just that.

While you were in the lobby, waiting to be given permission to see your mother, you spotted someone. They looked oddly familiar. Their face and eyes heavily reminded you of your older sister, but they also looked so different. The woman had long, brown dreadlocks pulled into a large ponytail. She was also wearing a blue top, jeans, and flip-flops. She was so beautiful. You thought it was Hikari, but you quickly told yourself not to get your hopes up. You and Hikari hadn't seen each other in months. Not everybody with a similar facial structure and eye shape was her.

But, whenever you were called, that woman also stood up. Somebody had called her at the same time. You soon learned that her name was Kuina. What a coincidence. Your last name was also Kuina. Maybe it was more popular than you initially thought...

You both walked down the same hallway, too. And you made the same turns. Until you both were in the same room.

That's when you realized that you weren't just being desperate and delusional earlier. This was Hikari, or Kuina, as you found out she went by now. You two locked eyes for a second, examining each other. You still looked fairly the same you did a couple of months ago, but Kuina... she looked so different. So beautiful. So free. She looked like she was finally comfortable with herself, and that made you happier than anything.

"Hikari..?" you asked quietly, smiling up at her softly.

Kuina was surprised that you had come the same day as her, but that didn't mean she was unhappy with it. She was definitely glad to see you after a few months of not doing so.

"I go by Kuina now. I think it suits me better," she corrected you gently with a warm smile.

"I think it does, too." You agreed.

You both gave each other a much-needed hug, Kuina rubbing your back gently and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. She had missed you so much.

You teared up slightly despite not knowing why. Was it just because you had missed your sister so much without realizing it until now?

The two of you then remembered that you weren't here for each other. You were here to see your mother. So, you two held hands and stood in front of the curtain that served as a barrier between your mother, you, and Kuina.

Kuina hesitated, but you gave her hand a firm yet gentle and reassuring squeeze, looking up at her with a smile and nodding.

Her lips curled into a tiny grin, and she nodded back down at you in response. She took a deep breath and pulled the curtain back, revealing your mother, who was currently looking at an old family photo of all of you together.

Whenever your mother heard the metal rings of the curtain slide against the metal holding it up, she averted her gaze from the small photo sitting beside her bed. Instead, she looked up, and you saw her expression change as her eyes widened.

She sat up slightly to get a better look, as if your older sister wasn't a human. As if she were a stranger.

But your mother knew better. This beautiful young lady wasn't a stranger. She was her daughter.

"Hikari..?" your mother asked, her voice still surprisingly strong considering how ill she had been for the past few weeks.

Kuina looked down and away, that small grin still present on her face. She seemed ashamed. Guilty, even. She had transitioned and took away her mother's only son to give her another daughter.

She then nodded, finally looking at your mother instead of the wall next to her.

Your mother stared, eyes still wide and mouth still hanging open in disbelief. She shifted against the sheets, adjusting herself so she could continue to sit up.

"You look completely different..." your mother began, her voice full of awe.

"...to me. You look beautiful." She continued, smiling and continuing to stare at Kuina, as if she were the most ethereal being on the planet.

Kuina let out a small breath of relief, one that she was unaware of that she had been holding the entire time. She smiled shyly, and she no longer seemed ashamed. She felt appreciated. She felt seen, like she had always dreamed of being. She truly did feel beautiful, and she was glad that her family was there to support her.

She was so glad that she had both of you by her side, and she knew that once your mother recovered, things would change for the better. Even if your father didn't approve of her, it wouldn't stop her from visiting her family and loving them just as much as you had loved her this entire time.

Now, all you two had to wait on was your mother's recovery.

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if you guys couldn't tell, i really like writing fics about siblings 😇😇 especially when the reader is the younger sibling!! (i'm the youngest in my family, so maybe that's why i love writing these sm..)

ANYWAYSSS, here's something for my kuina fans!! (it's me, i'm kuina fans) i hope this wasn't too bad, and i hope it doesn't seem too rushed, either..!! 😓😓

HAVE A GOOD NIGHT AND GOD BLESS YOU!! SLEEP TIGHT! <3

- My Love Is Mine, All Mine - Part 2

• Pairing: Tatta x Reader

• Genre: Angst / Hurt-Comfort

• Warnings: mentions of sexual assault

• Setting: Borderland – a Heart Game

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You didn’t think the Borderland could throw anything worse at you than what it already had. But somehow, it always did.

The card was a 7 of Hearts—one of those twisted games that preyed on emotions. Lies, betrayal, trust. And by some cosmic cruelty, you and Tatta ended up in it together.

The game was called “Whisperer.” The rules were simple, but brutal. Five players. One is secretly chosen as the “liar.” The rest must figure out who. If the wrong person is chosen, everyone else dies. But here’s the catch: to gain clues, you had to reveal personal truths—painful ones.

You watched Tatta’s face pale when the rules were announced. You felt his hand slip into yours the second the doors to the arena locked. “We’ll get through it,” he said, though his voice trembled.

The first round started innocently enough. Someone admitted to stealing food. Another confessed to sabotaging a game once. You stayed quiet, but you could feel the tension in the room curling tighter with every truth.

Then it was your turn.

“What’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to you here?” the voice of the game asked.

Your chest tightened. A memory flashed behind your eyes. That night. That man. The wall against your back. The way Tatta’s voice had cut through the darkness.

You hesitated.

But then you looked at him. At his wide, soft eyes. And you took a breath.

“I was nearly assaulted after a game,” you said quietly. “He followed me. Cornered me. I thought… I thought that was it. But Tatta saved me.”

The room fell silent.

Tatta’s jaw clenched. His hand reached for yours beneath the table and squeezed tight. Not for the game. Not for appearances. For you.

Later, during a break, you sat alone with him in a dim hallway. The others had gone to think, to accuse, to unravel the lies.

Tatta sat beside you, knees drawn up, eyes focused on the ground.

“I hated hearing you say it,” he said, his voice low. “I mean, I knew. I was there. But hearing you admit it like that… I wish I could’ve taken it away. Taken all of it.”

You turned to him slowly. “You did. You’re the reason I survived it.”

He looked at you then, really looked. There was something heavy in his eyes. Something that had been building between you both for days. Weeks.

“I’m so scared of losing you,” he whispered. “This place—these games—it could take you from me, just like that. And I don’t know if I could survive that.”

You reached up, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. “You won’t lose me. Not if I have anything to say about it.”

He leaned in before he could second-guess himself.

The kiss was deeper this time. Hungrier. Full of every unspoken fear and hope he’d bottled up for too long. You kissed him back like your life depended on it—because in a place like this, maybe it did.

The final round of the game came hours later. The liar was revealed—it wasn’t either of you.

You lived.

And when the game ended, when the arena doors opened and fresh air hit your lungs, you reached for his hand again, just like before.

But this time, Tatta didn’t just hold it—he laced your fingers through his and pulled you into him like he needed you there.

“You’re mine,” he murmured into your hair, voice almost shaking. “And I’m yours.”

You closed your eyes, heart full, body pressed against his chest.

“My love is mine,” you whispered back, “all mine.”

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Hello guys~

I think imma make a last boss one because why not

But anyway bye guys~❤️

- My Love Is Mine, All Mine - part 1

• Pairing: Tatta x Reader (Y/N)

• Genre: Angst / Hurt-Comfort

• Warnings: Attempted sexual assault (non-graphic), trauma-kind of, protective themes

• Setting: Borderland

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The Borderland wasn’t a place for softness. It chewed people up, tore them apart, and spit out whatever was left—cold, desperate, numb. You had seen things here that changed you. Hurt you. Broke you.

But somehow, Tatta had stayed kind.

You didn’t know how he’d managed it. Maybe he was just built differently. While others sharpened themselves into weapons, he held on to something warmer. Something human. You noticed it in the way he smiled at strangers, even when he was afraid. How he helped people carry supplies, even if they wouldn’t say thank you. How he looked at you—like you mattered in a world that treated everyone like they didn’t.

Maybe that was why it hit so hard the night everything went wrong.

It was after a long, brutal game. The kind that left you shaken and raw, with blood on your hands and guilt in your chest. Everyone had scattered to rest, some to grieve. You wandered away from the group, needing space, air—anything.

But you weren’t alone.

The man—some player you didn’t even recognize—must’ve followed you from the game site. His smile was wrong. Too calm. Too smooth. You felt it in your gut before he even touched you.

“Hey,” he said, voice slurring with fake charm. “You don’t have to be alone tonight. I can make you feel better.”

You backed up, heart hammering. “I’m not interested.”

He grabbed your wrist. Hard. “I wasn’t asking.”

Panic exploded in your chest. You struggled, kicked, tried to scream, but he shoved you against the wall of a half-destroyed building, his grip bruising, his body pressing in. Your voice caught in your throat. Terror swallowed you whole.

Until—

“HEY!”

A voice, sharp and furious.

Then a blur—Tatta.

He crashed into the man without hesitation, knocking him off you with a force you didn’t even know he had. The two of them hit the ground hard. Fists flew. The attacker was bigger, stronger, but Tatta fought like a man possessed.

“Forcing someone?! You sick bastard!” he yelled, slamming his knee into the guy’s stomach.

You scrambled back, trembling, barely able to breathe. By the time Tatta stood up, the man was groaning on the ground, curled in pain.

Tatta turned to you, panting, wide-eyed. “Y/N… are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

You could barely nod. “N-no. Not really. You got there in time.”

Without another word, Tatta rushed to your side, pulling you into his arms. He held you like you might fall apart at any second—like holding you was the only way he could keep himself together.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I should’ve been there sooner.”

You shook your head, clutching him. “You were there. That’s all that matters.”

That night, he didn’t leave your side. He stayed with you until the trembling stopped. Until your breathing steadied. Until you fell asleep wrapped in his arms, safer than you’d felt in days.

And something shifted after that.

You started noticing the way he looked at you—so gentle, like you were something fragile he’d protect with his life. And you looked at him, really looked at him—this quiet, brave man who had never tried to take anything from you but had given you everything: comfort, safety, time.

Over the next few weeks, your bond grew.

He’d brush your hand and blush like crazy. You’d tease him and feel a warmth bloom in your chest. You stopped sleeping alone. Started waiting for him after games. And when the fear came back—those sudden flashes of memory—he was always there to calm you down.

It wasn’t a sudden explosion. It was a slow burn. A growing light.

Until one day, as you sat under a ruined tree near the edge of the city ruins, watching the pink of the sunset drip through the sky, you reached for his hand and didn’t let go.

He looked at you like you hung the stars.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he murmured.

You smiled softly. “You loved me right. When I needed it the most.”

He leaned in, cautious but hopeful, and you met him halfway.

The kiss was soft. Healing. Like home.

In a world built to destroy you, you’d found something that made you want to survive.

Tatta held you like a promise.

“My love is mine,” he whispered against your skin that night, voice steady and sure, “all mine.”

And you let yourself believe it.

Because with him—you finally felt like you were.

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I ofc will be making a second part of this~

Love you guys~❤️

- The Quiet Game – part 2

Pairing: Chishiya x Reader (Y/N)

Genre: angst / fluff

Setting: Borderland – Rooftop hideout

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It had been three days since The Quiet Game.

Three days since Chishiya wrapped his hoodie around your shoulders like a silent shield.

And three days since you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

You didn’t expect to see him again tonight—not on the rooftop of an abandoned hotel, his figure outlined in the fading glow of a dying sun. But there he was, silver hair tousled, hands tucked into the pockets of a different hoodie this time.

You hesitated before stepping into the open. He turned slightly, registering your presence like he’d sensed it a moment before you made a sound.

“You kept it,” he said, eyes flicking to the familiar hoodie still hanging on your frame.

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “It’s comfortable.”

He nodded once, then looked away again, gazing out over the broken skyline like the whole world was just a puzzle he hadn’t solved yet.

You sat down beside him. For a while, there was only silence. Not the kind that threatened—but the kind that healed.

“You always watch the sky?” you asked quietly.

“Sometimes it feels like the only thing that doesn’t lie,” he said. “Even here.”

You smiled. “That sounds poetic. Unexpected.”

He smirked faintly. “Don’t get used to it.”

You turned toward him. “You helped me, Chishiya. In that game. You didn’t have to.”

His expression didn’t change. “I didn’t do it out of pity.”

“I know,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “That’s why it meant something.”

Something shifted in his gaze then—something vulnerable, just for a flicker. He looked at you, really looked at you. And for once, you saw past the indifference, past the mind games and strategy. You saw the man who stayed quiet not because he didn’t care… but because he cared too much.

You barely registered the space closing between you until he was just there—close enough for you to feel his breath, close enough to see your reflection in his eyes.

“Y/N…” he murmured, voice low. “If I kiss you right now, this becomes real. You sure?”

You didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah. I am.”

And then he kissed you.

Not rushed. Not desperate. Just slow, steady, like he was figuring out how to be human again in the shape of your lips. One hand cupped your jaw, the other braced against the ground beside you as if anchoring himself to something that finally made sense.

When he pulled back, your eyes stayed closed for a second longer, like you were holding on to the moment.

His forehead rested lightly against yours.

“You still scared?” he asked, softly.

You smiled. “Less now.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you again, and for once—just once—there was a tiny, genuine smile on his face.

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A week later, you were together/dating

It wasn’t official. No declarations, no labels.

But he always walked beside you.

He always gave you his extra water first.

He always said your name softly when you woke from a nightmare.

And before every game, he kissed you—quietly, quickly, like a promise he intended to keep.

“Stay alive, Y/N.”

“You too, Chishiya.”

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I probably would make a part 3 but idk

Hope you guys enjoyed it~❤️

- I Hate Him, But I Love Him So Much - part 2

• Pairing: Niragi x Reader (Y/N)

• Genre: Angst / fluff

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The world beyond the Borderland was quieter, calmer—almost too still after everything you’d been through. It wasn’t perfect, not by any means, but for the first time in what felt like forever, you didn’t have to worry about a game, a fight, or whether or not you’d make it through another day.

You and Niragi had found a place to call your own. A small apartment on the outskirts of a city that seemed to pulse with life, something you’d never thought you’d experience again. The chaos of the Borderland was gone, replaced by the noise of everyday life: car engines, distant voices, the sound of rain tapping against your window in the quiet of the night.

You had your routines now. You made breakfast together in the mornings, his smirk and playful jabs only serving to make you roll your eyes and laugh. You’d spend afternoons strolling through parks, watching the world go by, both of you more comfortable with silence than ever before.

Niragi had changed. And so had you.

He wasn’t the man who had once pulled you into his darkness. He wasn’t the man who had made your heart race out of fear. But the change wasn’t easy—there were moments of vulnerability, moments where the past would creep in and threaten to undo everything you’d worked for. Niragi still struggled with his demons—his jealousy, his possessiveness—but there was something deeper now. Something softer.

You had both put in the work. And it was working.

Yet, there were still days when you found yourself staring at him, wondering if you had really found peace. The Borderland had taken so much from both of you, and though the nightmares didn’t come as often, the scars were still there. But they didn’t define you anymore.

One evening, as the sun dipped low in the sky, painting the clouds in hues of red and orange, you found yourself walking with Niragi through a quiet park, far away from the noise of the city. The air was crisp, and the leaves crunched beneath your feet as you strolled along the path, side by side. The park was empty, save for a few couples enjoying the serenity of the evening.

Niragi’s hand brushed against yours, and for the first time in a long while, you didn’t feel the weight of his past or the tension between you. There was peace in the air, and for once, it felt like everything was falling into place.

You looked at him, noticing the way his gaze was fixed ahead, distant. It was rare to see him so pensive, so unsure. But you knew him well enough by now to know when something was bothering him.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked, your voice gentle.

He didn’t answer right away, his fingers tightening around yours as he slowed his pace. There was a hesitation in his step, a shift in the way he was holding himself—as if something inside him was about to break open.

Finally, he stopped and turned to face you. His eyes, usually so intense, were softer now, filled with something that looked like vulnerability, but it was hard to tell.

“Y/N… I need to ask you something,” he said, his voice unsteady, almost like a whisper.

Your heart raced. This wasn’t like him—not in the way he spoke, not in the way he was standing. Something was different, and for once, it wasn’t the anger, the possessiveness, or the arrogance that usually surrounded him. This was a side of Niragi you hadn’t seen before—the side that wanted something more than just a temporary escape.

Before you could respond, he dropped to one knee, right there in the middle of the park, beneath the glow of the setting sun. Your breath caught in your throat, your hands suddenly trembling.

The moment seemed to stretch on forever as he pulled a small, silver ring from his pocket. The world around you faded, leaving just the two of you in the silence.

“I spent so much of my life destroying everything I loved,” Niragi began, his voice cracking with emotion. “I never thought I’d have a chance at happiness again, not after everything. But you… you made me want to try. You made me believe I could be better. So I’m asking, Y/N, please—will you marry me?”

Tears sprang to your eyes as his words hit you harder than you ever expected. Niragi had always been a man of action, never words. But here he was, vulnerable and sincere, asking for your hand in a way that no one had ever done before.

“You… you want to marry me?” you whispered, barely able to breathe.

His hand shook slightly as he held up the ring, his gaze unwavering. “I know I’ve made mistakes, but I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you that I can be the man you deserve. Please, say yes.”

The air around you felt charged with an energy you could hardly comprehend. This wasn’t just a proposal. It was a promise. A promise that you both had come so far—together. And despite everything you’d been through, you’d chosen each other.

“Yes,” you finally managed to say, your voice thick with emotion. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Niragi’s face lit up with a genuine smile, one that reached his eyes. He slipped the ring onto your finger, and for a moment, you could only stand there, staring at it in disbelief. The man you had once feared, the man who had broken you, was now the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with.

And it felt right.

Later, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you and Niragi stood together, the world around you quiet and peaceful. You leaned into him, your hand still tightly gripped in his.

“I thought I was unlovable,” Niragi murmured against your ear. “But you… you proved me wrong.”

You smiled softly, pressing your forehead to his. “I hated you once,” you teased, your voice light.

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “Yeah. You had every reason to.”

“But I love you more.”

“And I’ll spend my life making sure you never doubt that.”

As the two of you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, you knew that your future was finally beginning. And no matter what came next, you’d face it together. The Borderland had taken so much, but it had given you this: a chance at love, at redemption, and at a life that finally felt worth living.

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Hey my loves❤️

I hoped you guys enjoyed it and let me know if I should make a part 3

Bye~

- I hate him, but I love him so much - part 1

• Pairing: Niragi x Reader (Y/N)

• Genre: Dark Angst / Hurt-Comfort

• Warning: possessiveness, light toxic behavior (non-graphic), but with a redemptive ending.

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“I Hate Him, But I Love Him So Much”

You didn’t know when it started—maybe the moment you met Niragi.

He wasn’t the kind of person you were supposed to fall for. Arrogant. Cruel. Violent, even. He laughed during games where others screamed. He flirted like it was a weapon. And when he looked at you, it felt like being caught in a trap you didn’t want to escape from.

He made you feel alive. And terrified.

Sometimes, he pulled you close and whispered things that made your heart pound. Other times, he shut you out completely—mocked your fear, pushed you away when you were just trying to care. He’d explode over nothing. Get jealous when anyone even looked at you too long. There were days you swore you’d leave him.

“I hate him,” you’d whisper to yourself in the dark. “I hate him so much.”

But then there were nights—quiet ones—when he’d come to your side after a brutal game, bruised and bloodied, and lie next to you in the silence. No cocky words. No teasing.

Just broken breathing and the way his hand would grip yours like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“I love him so much,” you’d admit in those moments, teeth clenched. “Even if I shouldn’t.”

One night, it all came crashing down.

He yelled. You yelled back. He threw something—close to you, not at you—but it still made you flinch like it had. You couldn’t take it anymore. You stormed out and sprinted into the dark streets of the Borderland, alone, shaking with adrenaline and heartbreak.

You didn’t expect him to come after you.

But he did.

You heard his footsteps behind you, then his voice—different this time. Quieter. Rougher.

“Y/N… don’t go.”

You turned, furious. “You don’t get to chase me after the way you treat me!”

He stopped a few steps away. His expression was unreadable. Then slowly, it cracked. For the first time since you’d met him, Niragi looked… scared.

“I know I don’t deserve you,” he said, voice low. “I mess everything up. I don’t know how to be… good. Not after everything. But with you…” He clenched his fists. “You make me want to try.”

You stared at him, heart hammering and a some disappointment showed on your face. “Then try.”

Silence.

Then Niragi stepped closer—tentative, hesitant in a way you’d never seen. He reached out, cupping your cheek like you might vanish.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “For every time I hurt you. For not knowing how to love you the way you deserve. But I want to change. For real.”

You saw it in his eyes then—not just lust, not just anger—but remorse. Hope.

You leaned into his touch, tears prickling your eyes. “Then prove it.”

He did.

He stopped raising his voice. Started asking you what you wanted. He stayed beside you during games, shielded you when things got rough. Slowly, day by day, he let the softer parts of himself through—the scared, lonely boy beneath the fire and the fury.

And eventually, you both found peace.

Maybe it wasn’t perfect. But it was real.

He still got jealous. You still calmed him down when he messed up. But he listened now. He apologized. He held you like you were the only thing that ever made sense.

One night, as the two of you lay tangled together in a safe house far from the chaos, he whispered:

“I thought I was unlovable. But you… you proved me wrong.”

You smiled, pressing your forehead to his.

“I hated you once,” you teased.

He smirked. “Yeah. You had every reason to.”

“But I love you more.”

He pulled you closer, burying his face in your neck.

And for once, the Borderland felt like home.

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Guys I’ll make a part 2 of this and it will be after the borderlands

Love you~❤️

- The Quiet Game - part 1

Pairing: Chishiya x Reader (Y/N)

Style: Angst / fluff

Setting: Borderland – abandoned shopping mall

Game: 8 of Hearts

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The announcement came

“Game: The Quiet Game. Difficulty: 8 of Hearts”

You didn’t want to play again. Not after the last one. But your visa was expiring, and the Borderland didn’t exactly do second chances

The game place was a shattered shopping mall. Glass littered the ground like confetti. You almost didn’t see him at first, leaning against a broken escalator—hood up, arms crossed, silver hair catching what little light filtered through the broken ceiling.

Chishiya

You’d heard stories about him. Everyone had. Cold. Genius. The kind of person who could walk through a massacre and leave unbothered. You didn’t know if that was true. But right now, standing in silence with five strangers under the weight of an 8 of Hearts… you found yourself watching him.

Rule 1: Stay silent for one hour.

Rule 2: No speaking. No noises. Not even breathing too loud.

Rule 3: If you break the silence, someone else pays the price.

Ten minutes in, the man beside you dropped a metal coin. Just a tiny clink.

The lights flickered. Then he was gone.

You froze, pulse thundering in your ears. You wanted to scream, to cry, to run—but you couldn’t do any of those things. Because now you knew: even your fear could kill someone else.

Thirty minutes in, your body betrayed you. Your hands were shaking. Tears threatened your vision. You pressed your lips together, struggling to keep your breath quiet. But it was getting harder. Too hard.

That’s when you looked at him.

Chishiya

He hadn’t moved since the game began. Still against the wall, arms tucked beneath his hoodie. Those unreadable eyes flicked toward you for only a second. You didn’t say anything—couldn’t—but your eyes begged: Please. Help me.

You expected him to look away. To ignore you. Instead, he pushed off the wall and walked toward you, slow and deliberate. The other players stiffened, expecting something awful. You almost did, too.

But then—he crouched in front of you.

Without a word, he took off his hoodie and draped it over your shoulders. Heavy. Warm. The material muffled the trembling of your body, dampened the frantic beating of your heart.

You looked at him, wide-eyed.

He didn’t smile. But his gaze lingered on you longer than necessary. Like he was making sure you were steady.

Then he turned, walked back to his spot, doing the same thing he was doing before

One hour. Game Cleared.

You could finally breathe. You could speak. But when you turned to thank him, he was already walking away—back into the quiet morning of the Borderland.

But something told you…

That silence between you two meant more than any words ever could.

Chishiya felt something small twist inside of him, that’s why he helped you in the first place.

He walked away while the thought about you still lingered in the back of his head.

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Guys this my first post on tumblr

There’s gonna be a part 2 of this very soon❤️

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