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it seems like this work has gotten a lot of attention over the past few days due to season two coming out…and due to that, some people have been making requests in the comments, which i don't mind at all! you can drop a ship in the comments—or inbox them to me—and i'll try to make a fic out of it. if you have any specific things you want to be included in the fic, besides the ship, add those too because i don't want to make a whole fic including things you don’t want to read. this is just a reminder/mini-update! <3

(i only take requests i'm comfortable with/ik i can do. if i don't take yours, either i don't like the plot, i'm unable to portray the characters properly, OR i have too much already on my plate. AND i only use niragi in these oneshots because his dynamic with chishiya is easy enough to depict in a sense (psychopath x manipulator), so don't think i support his actions because i sure as hell don't)

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Who thought it was a great idea to put me in this dumbass place, was a question Niragi mentally asked himself when he was transported to the living hell that was the Beach. Once everyone was accommodated at the hotel, executives assigned people to a room. It could be two to a room or four, depending on how big the room was.

Ann was one of the executives who were matching people with one another. She stood with a notepad and a pen, checking over who was assigned to who. As Niragi stepped in front of her table with a smirk, she spoke in a stern tone. "Niragi Suguru, you're assigned with Chishiya Shuntarou."

The idiotic male was too familiar either that name. In fact, him and the other male ran into each other so many times in the past few days.

Niragi's smirk quickly got wiped off his face, "Chishiya? That blonde pipsqueak?!"

"Either share a room with him or lose all of your privileges. Showering daily, being able to sneak out for food—all that can be taken away in a matter of seconds, Niragi. So I suggest you choose wisely."

After Ann finished speaking, Niragi rolled his eyes and walked away while carrying his rifle. He had a feeling his stay would give way more than expected.

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With a month behind the players and executives, most people were enjoying their hotel roommates. Some rooms were even known for having dangerously fun parties, which always featured Niragi doing reckless shit per usual. But those other nights—the relatively quiet ones, felt normal in a sense. People could relax without worrying too much about death and could act like life was normal for a moment.

One night, Chishiya decided to have a "normal" night and hoard the bathroom for a well-deserved bath. His body was a bit sore from running all over the place and dodging constant death threats, so he decided to treat himself to a warm bath. As he dipped his legs into the water before submerging the rest of his upper half into the delicate water, he realized his soap was long gone. 

Chishiya leaned back and got comfy before yelling at his roommate, "Niragi!"

The black-haired male was busy speaking to some random girl he had over, "Hold on..." Niragi got up from his bed and went to the bathroom, busting it wide open to interrupt Chishiya's alone time. "What the fuck is it?"

The blonde shrugged, "Make yourself useful and grab me some soap."

Niragi crossed his arms before glaring at Chishiya, "I'd rather let you bathe in your own dirt."

"I'm basically doing that anyway, genius. But just get me some soap and stop acting like a child."

"You'll get it once I'm done with my business—"

"Niragi."

The way Chishiya said the male's name made him stop dead in his tracks—since he was about to leave the bathroom—and turn around, "What?!"

Chishiya cocked a brow, "Get me my soap or we're playing taser tag later, and you know I always win."

Niragi rolled his eyes before leaving the scented room and returning with a box of soap in his hands. "Here, bitch. And since I'm feeling so generous, turn your ass around."

Chishiya's usually smug expression disappeared, only to be replaced with pure confusion. "Why do you want—" Niragi forced the blonde's back to face him, confusing the living shit out of the Chishiya for once. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Niragi lathered the soap between his hands, "What else could I be doing, smartass?"

Before Chishiya came up with a rebuttal in return, he felt a warm palm press onto his back. The feel of soft soap rubbing across his backside made him lean forward, granting Niragi more access.

The girl on Niragi's bed was perplexed about where her "man" was until she checked the bathroom and... "I'll just leave you two alone."

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People with thin skin were easy targets for being annoyed easily, and that was no different with Niragi Suguru. He was forced to have an intelligent yet manipulative blonde as his hotel roommate, which always made his ass itch with irritation. One night was definitely the nail in the coffin since Niragi was stuck with the short stack due to a water leak in someone else's room.

The taller male laid in bed with just a shirt and boxer briefs, staring at the wall until he felt the covers get pulled off. "What the fuck, Chishiya?!"

The blonde was sweeping the carpeted floor since it felt filthy whenever he walked barefoot. "Suguru, the floor's filthy."

"And?! That doesn't mean you get to disturb my fuckin' peace!"

"You have to get up anyway, meeting with Hatter in thirty minutes."

Niragi scoffed, "For fucking what?!"

Chishiya made sure he discarded everything in the dustpan he was holding once he was done sweeping. "He wants to talk about possible upcoming games."

Niragi stuffed his face with his pillow. Why couldn't he get a damn break—oh, now he knew why. Maybe Chishiya was trying to tug at his sleeve...and it was unfortunately working.

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The Executive-Only Beach meeting went decent. Well, for everyone else besides Niragi, it did. He was the only one who had an issue with the hour-long theory of what the hell the next set of games could be since one, he had to piss during the entire discussion; and two, he was stuck next to Chishiya for fucks' sake. At least he had the luxury of enjoying a hour-long break before the afternoon's set of games was scheduled to start.

Niragi was in bed once again, not caring for how dirty his side of the room was. "Chishiya!"

The blonde emerged from their shared bathroom with a damp rag, indicating that he was possibly cleaning again—or was. "Suguru, what."

"Make yourself useful and fetch me some water."

Chishiya held back a smug response as he started wiping their walls down (Niragi had a fun time last night throwing alcohol everywhere). "Not when your side looks like a pigsty."

Niragi's anger issues quickly took control, "Don't try to get under my damn skin, you bitch—"

The shorter male shot back, "Don't make such an embarrassing mess of yourself, Niragi."

Usually, Chishiya only referred to Niragi by his last name. But the black-haired male learned that whenever the blonde was irritated or fed up for once, he would occasionally use the taller male's first name. Not as intimidation—even though that always kicked in, but to instead stand his ground without having to do much.

Niragi got up from his bed and got oddly close to Chishiya, who was still occupied with wiping away remnants of last night's get-together. "You do that every day, fuckin' bitch—"

Chishiya whacked Niragi up the legs with the broom in his hands, shrugging once the male's lower nerves reacted to the pain. "You're doing it right now, Suguru."

Niragi shrieked in pain once the force of Chishiya's fuckass broom kicked in, "Shit! You fuckin' bitch!"

The black-haired man—more like a big-ass man-child—wobbled back to his bed and flopped backward on it, trying to relieve all the stress on his poor lower area by not moving that many muscles down there. However, Chishiya had work to do above Niragi's headboard since there was a sticky patch of liquor and juice stuck on the wall.

"You should move."

"Oh, I'd love to, just so I can get away from your ass—FUCK!"

Without a care in the world, Chishiya got right on top of Niragi's lap and thought he tried his best to avoid the man's aching crotch; but that wasn't the case, AT ALL. Instead, he sat right on it and got to work on wiping the wall behind Niragi's headboard, all while not acknowledging the throbbing that was happening right on his ass. Niragi stayed still as Chishiya shifted above his lap, leaning forward to focus on a really sticky part. But before he could push Chishiya off his lap, the blonde leaned backward and purposefully returned his ass to the other male's lap with much force.

"You...you bitch—"

Chishiya leaned back, propping himself up with his arms behind his back. "Suguru, your breath stinks."

Niragi shot a glare at Chishiya, "Then don't get so close to my face!"

Before Chishiya could nonchalantly respond, someone busted into the room...and it was no one other than Kuina. Oh—and Ann. She was using her break to do checkups on hotel rooms and seeing which ones were vacant, full, needed to be cleaned, etc.

Kuina cocked a brow while smiling mischievously, "What was going on in here before we arrived?"

Niragi was about to respond but instantly got cut off by Chishiya, "Niragi pulled me onto his lap."

"WHAT?! NO I DIDN'T—"

Ann interjected, "At least you two are clothed. Next room, Kuina."

The women left, leaving an awkward silence in the air as Niragi felt his pants tightened. Maybe it was due to embarrassment, or due to how Chishiya looked oddly hot on his lap. Either way, he wasn't admitting shit.

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"Never drink on an empty stomach" is something Niragi lowkey wished he remembered the previous night. But the alcohol that invaded his body made his mind all fuzzy, which lasted until he fell asleep at around two in the damn morning. Once Niragi's eyes opened, he heard someone from across the room—asleep and obviously comfortable. With whatever strength he could muster up, the black-haired idiot pushed himself out of bed and started walking to the bathroom.

On his way there, Niragi felt nausea mixed with the remnants of alcohol in his system. It made him freeze as he felt his stomach churn, almost causing him to throw up on the spot. However, Niragi held his stomach and forced himself to keep whatever he was about to throw up down while he finally made it to the bathroom. He kneeled in front of the toilet since his gag reflex was about to flare up.

Eventually, after a moment of sitting on the floor, Niragi's guts bubbled before he threw everything from last night up. He stayed hunched over the toilet, unable to get up—even if he wanted to. Chishiya slowly stirred awake from hearing his hotel roommate in the bathroom, presumably throwing up. The blonde slipped from under his covers and went to the bathroom, opening the door to see a clearly hungover Niragi.

Chishiya scanned the man in front of him, "Finally threw up?"

Niragi looked over his shoulder while wiping his mouth with his sleeve, "Shut up, fucker."

"I'm not the one who's throwing up right now, Suguru."

The taller male raised his voice, "Shut the fuck up! I know how to handle my drink—"

Niragi was cut off by his body projectile vomiting (luckily, most of it landed inside the toilet). Chishiya rolled his eyes before leaving the bathroom to check the time. Thirty minutes before eight, great. They didn't have much time to get ready for the first set of games, so Niragi had to wrap this shit up—and quick. Chishiya rummaged through one of the lower cupboards under their hotel-provided TV and found a bowl of instant noodles. With some water, he threw the bowl into the microwave and let it cook before handing it to Niragi, who was back in bed. 

He snatched the bowl from Chishiya, "You're deep-cleaning the bathroom later on."

Chishiya cocked a brow, "Your mess, your responsibility."

Niragi side-eyed him, "And who are you to tell me that—"

Kuina busted into the shared hotel room, finding Chishiya sitting on Niragi's bed while the other male was visibly out of it, holding his bowl of noodles. How...interesting?

The woman crossed her arms, "You two only have thirty minutes till games start."

"Wait WHAT—"

Chishiya interjected, "Tell that to the idiot who decided to get himself blackout drunk."

Kuina side-eyed Niragi, "Of course you'd do something like that, Niragi."

He rolled his eyes, "Get out and mind your damn business, woman—"

"It's Kuina to you, smartass."

She rolled her eyes before leaving the room, giving Chishiya and Niragi alone time like before. The blonde grabbed a random water bottle and quenched his thirst momentarily.

"Next time you get drunk, I'm not cleaning up behind you."

Niragi glared at Chishiya, "Fine, you bitch. I don't need your help anyway."

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Usually, people were ready for the cold months after Halloween was over. But it was December, and Niragi was nowhere ready for the snow. Unfortunately for him one night, Tokyo was damn near frozen while he was outside with supposed friends—and his "boyfriend." Snow flurries fell from the sky, sticking to the ground and creating piles of themselves while light sheets of ice tried to cover roads. Of course, the revelation made Niragi shiver with a pissed expression since his group was too occupied with the sights of Tokyo covered in snow to even notice how cold he was.

The tall male scoffed, "It's cold as shit and you fuckers decided to drag me with y'all just to walk around and look at nothing?!"

Chishiya shrugged through his coat, "You decided to come with me, Suguru. I said you could stay home anyway, but your regressed brain couldn't process the simple statement."

Niragi shot the blonde an irritated glare, "Shut your short ass up—"

Kuina cut the guy beside her best friend off, "Are you seriously complaining about the cold again, Niragi?"

He crossed his arms with a huff, "I'm going to keep complaining until me and Chishiya go back home. I wanna jump in a pit of fucking fire thanks to everyone."

Chishiya smirked, "If it bothers you that much, then I'll be generous and lend you half of my scarf. Your neck looks cold anyway."

Niragi grumbled, "I'm not about to share shit with you, fuckface—"

Ann facepalmed, "Either share with your boyfriend or you'll be six feet under because no one's about to hear you complain again."

The tall man rolled his eyes but didn't stop Chishiya when he felt the short male wrap part of his scarf around his neck, "...I hate you."

Chishiya shrugged, "You weren't saying that last night..."

Niragi's ears immediately turned beet red, "SHUT YOUR ASS UP!"

Everyone—besides the proclaimed idiot—started laughing at Chishiya's words, especially Kuina. She knew him and Niragi got down, but JEEZ! Anyway, after walking around for a moment, they finally found a warm place to chill: a restaurant. It was one of those family-owned places that got much traction but definitely deserved more. Ann went inside first, then Kuina, then the couple known for arguing like they were old and married.

Once seated, everyone took their coats and other winter-related accessories off before ordering what their stomachs desired. The girlies decided to grill various types of meat while Chishiya and Niragi were "forced"—the dumbass felt forced—to share a bowl of Japanese hotpot. Luckily, the bowl was big enough for all four of them, so there was no need to be stingy. With their orders being cooked or in front of them, Niragi decided to talk to Chishiya.

He nudged the blonde while grabbing a small bowl, "Just so you know, this whole thing is mine—"

Chishiya quietly grabbed a bowl and scooped some of the hotpot. "When pigs fly."

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Birthday cake and head were two things that didn't mix; well, not until it was somebody's birthday. And even though celebrations weren't that big in the Borderlands—home to physical hell in the shape of modern Tokyo—it brought smiles to people's faces whenever one happened. However, regarding Niragi's birthday, things felt odd to celebrate. He was a psychopath who didn't show any empathy toward people, so why should people celebrate his special day in the first place? Answer: because Chishiya felt like it, and because he owed Niragi apparently.

On the night of the peculiar man's birthday, he sat on the edge of the hotel bed he called his while fiddling with an old book Chishiya stole from some random store (they've been on too many exploration "dates" together). Even though Niragi saw no use in reading when sooner or later he might be dead in this fuckass version of the world, he decided to use his eyes and keep them entertained with the words on the book's pages. While reading the end of a chapter, he heard a knock on the door.

"What the fuck...the one time I try to be 'productive', I get fucking interrupted." Niragi got up, slid a piece of folded paper between the pages he left on, closed the book, and then got up from his bed.

He opened the room door to see the guy he presumed was a weirdo: Chishiya. He held a box of cake while carrying a bag full of water bottles and some liquor. Apparently, hard alcohol was Niragi's thing, so no wonder he got blackout drunk often. And of course, Chishiya's plastic bag had more than just a few bottles and a chaser, but that was the element of surprise in tonight's case.

Niragi crossed his arms, "What the hell do you want?"

Chishiya pushed past his idiotic enemy while setting his cake down, "Isn't it your birthday—"

Niragi interjected, "Well obviously dumbass, but why does it matter to you?"

The blonde looked over his shoulder, "Be grateful for once, Suguru."

As the shorter male got slightly situated in Niragi's room, someone looked at Chishiya's backside. Even though it wasn't pretty like a woman, it could definitely do its job—why was he thinking like this. Isn't he straight and not a bi-curious man anyway?!

"I'm not fucking gay..."

Niragi mentally scoffed as Chishiya lit a few candles and stuck them onto the cake.

He held the cake close to Niragi's face, "Make a wish if you want."

The taller male cocked a brow, "I wish for a fine—"

Chishiya interjected, "Nevermind, just think of it."

Niragi shot the blonde near him a glare before taking a deep breath and blowing his candles out, not missing a single one. Chishiya set the cake back down before bringing his bag up to Niragi's lap. With a bit of confusion, he opened the bag to reveal exactly what he'd wanted for the past week: alcohol, a few bullet casings, a pocket knife just in case, and...condoms?! He didn't need those...presumably.

"Thought you might need those."

Niragi quickly pulled the pack of condoms from the bag. "Who the hell would I need these for?!"

Chishiya shrugged, "Someone. I don't have a clue about who so—"

The black-haired individual interrupted someone's sentence while returning the pack to its bag (but shoving one into his back pocket), "You, since you brought 'em. Plus, I can test them out."

The blonde cocked a brow with a hint of curiosity laced in his vision, "And why would you use condoms with me, let alone fuck me?"

Niragi moved a bit closer to Chishiya, "Use condoms the first time, leave them alone next time. And even though I hate your ass, you'd do the job for tonight and ONLY the night."

The shorter male slowly backed himself into a corner purposely, letting Niragi do what he wanted until Chishiya changed his mind about what was happening between them.

Chishiya shoved his hands into his pockets. "So you like men now? And you like me?"

Niragi rolled his eyes, "Didn't you hear me when I said you'd do fine just for tonight..."

The blonde put a firm hand against Niragi's chest, stopping him from doing anything else. "Niragi, I don't swing your way when it comes to how to handle sex. I don't do one-nighters."

Niragi sighed once he felt Chishiya's hand rest upon his chest, "I...don't know. I guess a thing, even though I'd rather shoot myself than be with you—"

Chishiya chuckled, "Says the guy who wants to fuck me just to 'test out condoms.'"

The taller male scoffed before pushing the other male's hand away from his chest. With clear intentions, Niragi pulled a condom from his back pocket and almost ripped it open. He didn't feel like wasting any more time when it came to simple sex, but when it came to Chishiya...he knew he couldn't think with his dick like usual. So, with gentle hands, Niragi found himself putting the condom away and holding onto Chishiya's waist before they started kissing. Of course, things progressed to someone having heavy hands while the air between them grew thick.

Chishiya was the first to pull away, "You're serious about fucking me?"

Niragi chuckled, "Well duh, you bitch. I'm being nice for now, can't ya tell?"

The blonde rolled his eyes while the taller male dragged his supposed partner to bed and sat down. Immediately, Niragi started to unbuckle his pants before letting them drop, seeing Chishiya's immediate reaction—which was to drop to his damn knees like it was muscle memory (it wasn't).

Comfortable silence stayed between the two men until Chishiya spoke, "I assume you like the view."

Niragi rolled his eyes, "Eh, maybe I do. Just make yourself useful and shut up."

Chishiya shrugged before welcoming someone's shaft deep into his throat. His warm tunnel accommodated Niragi easily, almost bringing him to a mind-blowing orgasm; but the man held back as the blonde started to deepthroat. He slowly sucked Niragi off, essentially giving him sloppy head without much effort since things were wet enough. However, Niragi wanted more than that; he wanted to rough up Chishiya's throat and make him really shut up for once.

So, with a mind blinded by arousal, Niragi gripped Chishiya by his hair and led him deeper onto his throbbing shaft. Immediately, the blonde tried to resist but soon relaxed once he felt Niragi pulse deep within his throat. The feel made his own shaft grow hard, yet it would be some time 'till he would receive something.  Anyway, Niragi used the blonde's hair to lead his mouth back and forth, making sure he deepthroated him without many mistakes.

But he knew he couldn't last longer; not when Chishiya started to swirl his tongue around and purposely slurp. With an impending orgasm, Niragi sped up the hand in Chishiya's hair and kept pulling him back and forth while now thrusting inside the man's mouth. He didn't slow down his movements, even if the blonde felt some tears coming on. But luckily for them both, Niragi's orgasm came and went with ease. Cum stuffed Chishiya's mouth and part of his throat before he felt his mouth being pulled off Niragi's shaft. He swallowed and licked the sides of his mouth while Niragi fixed himself.

Chishiya chuckled while wiping his mouth with his sleeve, "Never thought you'd want me to do all this, Suguru."

Niragi cocked a brow, "Who said we were done?"

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Having knowledge stored about people from years ago can always carry nostalgia, especially when looking at the memories; but when a specific person is known to be intelligent, remembrance regarding their existence can hold much positivity. That's how Kuina mostly felt while cleaning her apartment one dark evening. She couldn't believe she remembered everything about that woman, her woman. From the numerous late-night conversations they had to when they had their last one ever, which was on a cute stargazing date. However, Kuina's quiet yet mentally loud thoughts were quickly shoved aside once she heard a faint knock on her front door.

Kuina stopped vacuuming around her small, carpeted living room before she started talking; "Who is it?"

The person behind the door knocked again, not wanting to speak. Their simple action invoked irritation from Kuina as she almost sparked herself with how annoying this person could be. But after she opened the door, she realized who they were. Well, who she was.

Ann Rizuna stood in front of Kuina's doorway with her still-recognizable face. Her familiar bob was still on her head but now she sported a pair of glasses on her head too, "Hello, Kuina."

Kuina almost busted into tears at the sight of her former girlfriend. She couldn't believe the woman was there, right in front of her. Kuina dropped the vacuum in her hands before pulling Ann into a big hug.

She spoke through muffled tears, "Ann, it's been so long...where've you been?!"

The woman patted her former bestie with love laced on every finger, "Working, studying, everything in the middle."

Kuina tilted her head up from Ann's chest, "...And how did you know where I lived?"

"Remember our last date night when we went stargazing? You told me where to find you, which was...here."

~ FLASHBACK ~ 

Ann and Kuina sat on the edge of a roof, holding small bottles of water while admiring the stars in the solar system. They knew tonight could be their last night together, so they tried to make it memorable at least.

Kuina directed her attention from above to right next to her, "Ann, if I disappear...I just want to tell you how amazing you've been to me. You deserve a lot more than you're given credit for, and I'm gonna miss you once we escape this mess."

Ann laughed, "I'm gonna miss you too, Ku. And when we do get out, if we do, where can I find you?"

"If I choose not to move, then find me...there." Kuina pointed across the area, straight toward an abandoned apartment complex; "That's where I live, in one of those."

~ END OF FLASHBACK ~

Kuina hugged Ann a bit tighter, "...You remembered?"

Ann smiled, "Why would I forget, Kuina? This is you we're talking about. But can I come in? It's cold and I'm a bit thirsty."

After separating her body from the woman, Kuina welcomed Ann into her apartment. She picked up her vacuum and shoved it into her closet before grabbing a few glasses from her kitchen cupboard.

Kuina filled the cups with water before finding Ann comfortably on her couch, "Here, Ann."

She thankfully took the other cup and nodded before taking a sip, "So...how've you been ever since we got back to normal Tokyo?"

Kuina sat next to Ann, "I've been okay, just getting readjusted to everything. How's your job at the..."

Ann chuckled, "The police station?"

Kuina nodded, smiling sheepishly while rubbing the back of her neck with one hand and holding her cup in the other; "Yeah, your job there."

"Well, it's been hectic per usual. I just run fingerprints, analyze them, and then register them to the system, that's all. What about you?"

Kuina sipped from her cup, "I've been working on my martial arts while being a clerk. At least I get discounts and free clothes."

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After a long conversation about numerous topics, Kuina was in her small kitchenette, making one of her favorite dishes for her and Ann (which was sukiyaki, Japanese hot pot). She put together some thin beef slices, noodles, and vegetables into a simmering broth and let it boil before taking it off the stove and placing it onto her coffee table. Once Kuina handed her a pair of chopsticks, a bowl, and a spoon, Ann scooped some of the sukiyaki into her bowl and started to quietly eat. The other woman followed suit, gathering some of the delicacies into her bowl and eating right away.

Kuina spoke with a mouthful of food, "Remember when you promised to give me a pack of real cigarettes once we saw each other again?"

~ ANOTHER FLASHBACK ~

Smoking was prohibited, even in a hellhole such as the Beach. But even with the rule set in place, people still found a curve around it and resorted to using fake cigarettes. They did the job—for the moment at least. Even though Kuina wasn't an avid smoker like the majority of them, she found herself stashing some away for when she was stressed out of her mind. Until...Ann found her with one on the edge of her mouth.

"Kuina, what the hell are these..."

She turned around and leaned on the edge of a balcony, "Fictional cigarettes. Want one?"

Ann shook her head with crossed arms, "But you should be careful about using those, Ku. It doesn't matter if they're not real cigarettes, they can still cause some damage."

Kuina giggled, "Don't you think I know that?"

Ann rolled her eyes before joining Kuina on the edge of the balcony and nudging her arm, "Clearly not. But I might buy you some once we escape here, only if and when we see each other...again."

~ END OF FLASHBACK ~

Ann reached behind herself and unzipped her backpack to reveal a pack of cigarettes, "Speaking of that..." She tossed a pack at Kuina, "Merry Christmas."

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Christmas was the only time players in the Beach could have a break from games. Everyone had a chance to relax and reflect on their journey or do that while giving gifts to the people they've become acquainted with. A group of people—that either loved each other or hated each other—decided to give gifts to each other and (hopefully) go ice skating afterward.

"Who the fuck said we're going ice skating."

"Me, Niragi."

"Of course, the smartass and boring one of this group decided to say "we should go ice skating" even though getting blacked out drunk sounds way better."

"Notice how you're the only one who's recommending drinks?"

"...Shut the fuck up, Kuina. But who wants to go ice skating?"

"Everyone besides you."

"...Fuck you. But where would y'all even go ice skating?"

"I know an outdoor place that's probably up because of how cold it is."

"Lead the way, Usagi."

"I'm not coming with—"

"Either come or freeze your ass off."

"...Fine, I'll come."

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The walk to the place wasn't that bad since the snow dialed down. Once they arrived at a deserted place, they let themselves in and went straight behind the desk for a pair of skates. Chishiya quickly laced his skates up and went on the ice, forgetting to test if the ice was even frozen. He didn't care since he was finally putting his skills to use.

"How can that fucker skate on ice."

"Because he used to skate a lot with his mother."

"Niragi, come on the ice."

"Fuck no. I'd rather die than go on the ice with you."

"Stop being an ass and just give it a try."

Niragi didn't have the energy to go back and forth with Chishiya so he went on the ice, not liking the feeling at all. He immediately reached for Chishiya, causing him to wobble.

"Don't make me fall..."

As Niragi struggled back onto his feet, Chishiya realized something; Niragi was holding his waist. He never touches Chishiya, let alone holds his waist.

"Niragi, do you know what you're doing?"

"Can't you see? I'm making a fucking fool out of myself because of you."

"I know you are, but do you realize that you're holding my waist, right?"

Niragi finally prompted himself back up, not realizing what he was doing until he felt it. The feeling was warm and fuzzy, making both of their hearts quietly skip a beat.

"...Why in the fuck am I touching you."

Niragi slowly let go of Chishiya's waist, letting him skate away.

"Just try to move around, like you're skating on wood."

"Easier said than done bitch."

Chishiya slid around on the ice for a bit before stopping, impressing everyone but the one that still had a rifle with him.

"...Get me off this fucking ice now."

"Not until you try. If you don't, then you're stuck here until your visa expires."

Niragi tried to replicate what Chishiya did but it resulted in him busting his ass, as he predicted.

"I'm getting my ass off this ice."

"No, not until you can at least skate regularly."

Chishiya quickly slid over to Niragi and helped him up, surprising him. He started to guide Niragi as everyone else watched, not wanting to go on the ice at a moment like this.

"Why is your bitch ass so dedicated to teaching me how to skate."

"No reason. Now, keep following me."

Back with everyone else, they were simply watching the "couple" skate together.

"How is Niragi not yelling at Chishiya? And why is his hands all over him?"

"They’re fucking on the low, I know it."

"They are."

"They are, Kuina?"

"Mhm. Chishiya revealed the news to me earlier today, along with my gift."

"Well, what a gift. But enough about them two and let's go on the ice."

"I'll go first."

Kuina slid on the ice, quickly registering how cold and slick it was. She started to skate around the newly formed couple, feeling air hit her body. Chishiya took notice after a while, redirecting his attention to Kuina. He noticed how well she skated. She was graceful and elegant. Kuina stopped after a while, receiving applause from everyone around her.

"You’re a natural on the ice, Kuina."

"I am?"

"Mhm. You told me you never took lessons or tried to be taught by anyone, remember?"

"I remember, but I didn't expect you, a slight professional, to be complimenting me on how well I skate."

"I'm not a professional, I just know how to do tricks and stuff."

"I still consider you one, Chishiya."

— — — — — —

Later, they were heading back to The Beach when Usagi spotted a convenience store up ahead.

"Store ahead."

"We should stop and see if there’s anything good there."

They stopped and went inside the store, seeing most isles destroyed or deserted. Some grabbed noodles and bottles of water while others grabbed light snacks like chips and small pieces of candy. After everyone decided they had what they wanted, they left the place and went back to walking.

— — — — — —

The cold rooftop on The Beach was enough to make the group of friends camp up there and admire the snowy weather they were surrounded by. Tents were set up while heated noodle bowls—and warm bottles of water—filled empty stomachs.

"It's cold as shit up here. Why did you dumbasses decide to camp up here..."

"Because why not. We're going to be stuck in this hell hole for god knows how long, so why not camp up in the show and watch it fall with other people."

"This was a shitty idea—"

"That would sound great if you just shut up. So Chishiya, shut your boyfriend up."

"...I told you to not tell anyone."

"...Shit. Sorry."

"It's okay. At least it wasn't in front of a bunch of people like we were in a game or something."

"But now they know I'm fucking gay and still hate you."

"I love you too, Niragi."

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Living in The Beach means you have a million things on you: a visa that ticks down when you die if you don't do any games, people around you at all times, and no free time to go and enjoy certain things unless if you prefer to party until you pass out. Usagi didn't enjoy any of that, unless if someone she was acquainted with was near her, like Arisu. She preferred being around Arisu a lot since they did everything together. So when he asked if they could go star gazing after a game one night, she couldn't say no. Usagi grabbed her jacket and headed with Arisu to the mountains. She was used to how to get up there since she's been up there a million times. They made a spot to lay on and started to relax, feeling all of their troubles fade away.

"These mountains, this view, the stars. It's like everything was perfectly aligned tonight."

"It seems like it was. Everything around me looks beautiful, including you."

"...Really, Arisu?"

"Of course. You plus the sky equals a beautiful picture to look at."

They smiled at each other, loving how the night was playing out for them.

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Life years before the meteorite struck Tokyo was nice. Chishiya and Niragi were just graduating high school, not expecting much from graduation besides gifts and tears from those around them. As Niragi walked through the crowd of families and graduates, he was hit with a harsh realization: this would be the last time he would be seeing Chishiya. Since Niragi had plans to not pursue college and instead focus on other things, he knew this would be the last time seeing the smartass. He also knew that this could be his only chance at doing something about how he truly felt about the blonde.

"Niragi, what're you doing."

"Something important."

"Can't it—"

Before Chishiya uttered anything else, Niragi cut him off by harshly kissing him. The sudden touch initially made Chishiya want to push the taller male off him. But he didn't go with it, letting Niragi deeply kiss him. Some people stared at them with surprise while Chishiya's parents looked at the males with astonishment. After a while, they both pulled away.

"...I hate you. I hate you so much."

"I love you too, Niragi."

"By the way, your family somehow managed to invite my family over for a celebratory dinner."

"So you get to ride with me?"

"...I guess."

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Being a malewife wasn’t hard; but for Chishiya, it was hell. He didn’t want to be someone’s "wife" for part of his life but had no other choice. It was for the money, until one night. As Chishiya cleaned the spacious house his "husband" owned, he heard keys jingle as the doorknob moved. The front door opened and it revealed Niragi Suguru, the guy he was being a malewife for.

"Where's my slut at?"

"Nowhere to be found."

"Don't start with the smart shit. You want to get paid, remember?"

"Of course. It's the only thing keeping me from not quitting the job since you pay quite well."

Niragi took his coat and shoes off, "What's for dinner."

"The usual since you're picky about every fucking thing."

Chishiya grabbed Niragi's house slippers and dropped them in front of him before continuing with his nightly cleaning. The supposed husband in the "relationship" shoved his feet in his slippers before heading to the living room and plopping on the couch.

"Start cooking, Chishiya. I don't have all night."

The blonde stored the cleaning supplies away and went to the kitchen, preparing to cook chicken, egg, and rice bowls. He searched for the ingredients in their pantry and gathered them together before prepping everything.

— — — — — —

Later, Chishiya's almost done with cooking. He made the final touches before serving the first bowl to Niragi.

"It smells edible."

"Just eat it and shut up."

"I will cut your check and slit your fucking throat if you keep talking to me like I’m a child."

Niragi took his first spoonful, stuffing his mouth with more food as time went on. Minutes later, he was stuffed. The bowl was empty, fully devoured as Chishiya was almost done.

"Was it good."

"Do you not have fucking eyes. Obviously, it was good if I finished it."

Niragi got up from his seat at the counter and went to the bathroom, getting ready to shower. As he locked himself inside the bathroom, Chishiya finished the last bit of his bowl and returned his—plus Niragi's—to the kitchen. He turned the faucet on and let the water run for a few minutes before adding dish soap and turning it back off.

"Why did I choose this job again?"

Chishiya internally kept asking himself questions until he was interrupted by someone's yelling.

"CHISHIYA."

"...WHAT."

"COME HERE."

Chishiya left the kitchen and headed to the bathroom, annoyed. He walked in to see Niragi sitting on the edge of the bathtub, wearing only a towel around his waist with a pair of slides.

"What did you call me for."

"Grab my phone."

"...You could've gotten your lazy ass up and done that yourself."

"Shut the fuck up and go do what I just said before I cut your check."

"Where is it anyway."

"On the dining table."

Chishiya left the bathroom and returned with Niragi's phone in his possession. He gave the irritating male his phone before attempting to leave.

"Chishiya."

"What the fuck is it?"

"Get on your knees."

"No."

"Don’t play with me. Get on your fucking knees."

Chishiya didn’t like where this was going. Even though he was supposed to tend to all of Niragi’s needs, giving head wasn’t in the rules. But he succumbed to Niragi’s orders and dropped to his knees after a while. The black-haired individual grabbed Chishiya's chin and forced him to look at him.

"Keep it up with the smart shit and you won't walk out of my place ever again. Now, go back to whatever you were doing."

Niragi harshly let go of Chishiya's chin and got in the shower, clearly not pleased by how that blonde of his was acting.

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A rainy day. Gloomy, slightly damp, cold, but that didn't stop Chishiya. Since it was someone's birthday, he decided to visit him and spare some words. He got up from his comfortable bed and approached the door of his bathroom. He walked inside and closed it behind him before cleaning himself up. He took a long shower, brushed his teeth, and got dressed in a suit before heading out with an umbrella.

He stopped by a flower shop before driving to the cemetery where his best friend's grave was. As he came out the car and walked up to the person's grave, he noticed something. Something unusual. Usually, there would be gifts on the tombstone. But he guessed no one decided to come out and pay a visit.

Maybe because the person he's visiting was an asshole in the past. Who knows. Anyway, Chishiya stopped in his tracks. Gifts in one hand, an umbrella in the other. He took out a black blanket and laid it down so he could sit on the ground.

"Happy birthday, Niragi. I never expected to come out and wish you a happy birthday. Especially since it decided to rain today. But ever since that night, I've kept my promise. To always wish you happy birthday, even if you weren't there with me."

Chishiya was so close to breaking down in tears. The mere thought of his best friend being dead just made him sad.

"...I'm gonna try and stay strong for you. Y'know, it's been tough ever since you passed. Your mom's been doing well though, so that's good. But I've been struggling to keep up. You were my light bulb to give me light, encourage me, and just be there for me..."

Chishiya tried to utter another word, resulting in tears coming down. He couldn't keep himself together like this, especially in front of his best friend's grave. To know that the person he's known for a long time is now not there with him is heartbreaking.

He grabbed a tissue and started to cry, letting the umbrella go under his arms. The rain slightly soaked his forehead, along with his hair. But Chishiya didn't care, at all. As he wiped his tears away, he started to speak again.

"...I think it's time for me to leave now. I spent all the time I could without breaking down in front of you. But I wanna finish this and tell you something. I've liked you ever since we met. Ever since the first day of us meeting each other and being friends,

I’ve always liked you and your presence. Your energy would always light up a room and make it filled with happiness. I wish I told you before you passed. Just know that I'm always thinking of you. Forever and always Niragi, forever always."

And with that, Chishiya arose from his seat. He folded the blanket back up and left, not wanting to cry even more as he felt a headache come on and was tired. He drove off, repaying some memories of him and Niragi to keep himself occupied as slight happiness.

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The birds chirped, and the sun shined bright. It was a normal day as patients of a hospital were being treated, or going outside for a breath of fresh air. Yuzuha Usagi was limping around the hospital, passing by many doctors, patients, and others while trying to get to a vending machine. Ryōhei Arisu had noticed her struggling, so he quickly came to her rescue and helped her walk.

"Thanks...do I know you?"

"No problem...hm?"

"You're Arisu, right?"

"Y-yeah. How did you know?"

“Because we talked the other day, remember?”

"...I remember it a little bit. You're Usagi, the woman who I helped, right?"

"Mhm. But before we start talking a little bit more, let me get myself a water."

Arisu let go of the woman and let her get a bottle of water. She put her money inside and let the machine do its magic, receiving a bottle in return just like she thought. The male went back to her side, helping her to the table near the vending machine.

"...So, how's everything been for you so far?"

"It's been the same as the last time we talked. I've been receiving treatment and just laying around, hoping that I'll recover from this quickly."

"Oh, okay."

"How about you? How are things for you right now?"

"For me, it's been relatively normal. I've been getting treated for everything just like you. My family’s been checking in on me and making sure everything’s okay.”

”That sounds good..."

Family. Something Usagi didn't have anymore. Once that word left Arisu's mouth, she zoned out, getting flashbacks from when her father passed away. The news haunted her like ghosts. She would be followed everywhere like it was a never-ending cycle. From the day she left home to when she came back.

"Usagi, are you okay?"

"...Me?"

"Yeah. I mean, who else am I talking to?"

"...Sorry. I just, I have to go."

Usagi was gonna get out of her chair and try to get away from the conversation, but Arisu stopped her.

"What's wrong?"

"My dad. He, he..."

Usagi didn't want to cry in a place like this. Crying in public was something she never did; but this time, she had to. She just had to let it all out. Even though it's been a long time ever since he passed, she's still grieving.

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Niragi was on the phone with a friend, talking about how he was probably going to go out and enjoy himself, all while having someone's head lay on his lap. Their hair was soft, slipping in between Niragi's fingers. He couldn't get enough of it, touching it constantly as a way to keep his free hand occupied for the time being.

"Stop petting my hair..."

"You're the one who wanted to lay on me like a damn cat."

"Because there's nowhere else to lay."

"How about in bed."

"...What do you mean by that Niragi."

"You know exactly what I mean."

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Tokyo’s filled with sheets of thick snow. The cold air—and overall cold weather—made most people stay inside and enjoy it without being surrounded by it. But that was different for a pair of girlfriends. Once Kuina saw that there was snow outside, Ann knew that it was the end for her. They soon made it outside, and to a field that was right near where they lived.

"Kuina, why would you..."

"Because of the snow! And it shouldn't kill you to go outside and enjoy the weather."

"I agreed to do that when the weather isn't freezing my ass off."

Kuina mushed snow together and quickly made a snowball, already starting on her pile for the snowball fight she secretly planned.

"...What are you doing?"

"Making snowballs!"

"You better not..."

Ann knew that she was gonna throw those at her sooner or later, so she decided to get with it and start making her own. And as soon as she knew it, she was getting balls thrown at her left and right. They hit her waist, legs, and feet primarily since Kuina knew that Ann would kill her if she it upward.

— — — — — —

After their fun snowball fight, Kuina and Ann were slumped. They were ready to go, until...

"We should make a snowman."

"...Kuina, no."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm too tired to do that."

"Ann, come on!"

Ann could never say no to Kuina's begging, not in a million years. So she helped Kuina with making the tiny snowman before they finally headed home.

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The fresh air felt bittersweet in Chishiya's lungs when he breathed it all in. The gate behind him was closing back up, preserving the game he was previously in. His surroundings weren't the brightest, but they weren't the darkest either.

"Well, this is it Chishiya. You're leaving me, aren't you."

"Mhm. I have to. I don't know the current state of my group and if everyone's okay. I assume they are, but I could be wrong of course."

”Well go ahead and look for them. I'll stay here with Yaba until further notice.”

”Mhm. Stay safe and make smart decisions.”

"Of course. I'm not trying to die here."

They smiled at each other before splitting up and walking their separate ways, not knowing what the current state of Tokyo had in store for them. They just had a feeling that they would run into each other sooner or later.

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Niragi's never been a big fan of hot weather. He always preferred when it was cold since he could barricade himself inside. Whenever summer rolled around, he would dread going outside. He didn't want to sweat his ass off and stink all the time. But during this group vacation, he had no choice. He was going to have to walk through the hot air and sweat uncomfortably in every place on his body.

"Are we there yet..."

"We just started walking."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means that we have a long way to go until we're there."

— — — — — —

Finally, after what seemed like a decade, they were at their destination. Some dropped what they were holding and took a break, while others set up their things. Niragi was definitely saying "fuck it" and taking a break, pissed by how his feet hurt like a bitch.

"Why in the fuck did you guys agree to this shit?"

"Because we haven't been doing things as a group while on this vacation. It's called a group vacation for a reason."

"Fuck that. It should be called no vacation instead because this is shitty."

"Could you stop cussing? We're in a public space—"

"I don't give a fuck Chishiya. Plus there are no people even near this spot, so shut the fuck—"

"You need to chill out. Chishiya, go chill your boyfriend out or something."

"He's going to end up with a tased ass if I do—"

"Don't make me fuck the both of you up."

Kuina's stern demeanor made Chishiya shut up instantly. He suddenly forgot about Kuina's history with martial art until her serious voice reminded him.

"Now go. We have to set up the spot before the sun sets."

Chishiya dragged the black-haired one with him, irritated by how he was acting. He brought Niragi to a private space before speaking to him.

"You heard what Kuina said. You need to stop being an asshole and chill out. Can't you see we're trying to have fun as a group?"

"Can't you see that I'm not trying to be outside. You can somehow see through me but can't seem to connect the dots with me and hot weather."

"I could tell that you can't stand summer. But for now, you're going to have to bare with it. If you don't, then you should have an assumption of what I might pull from my sleeve if you keep being a bitch."

"I don't care what the fuck—"

He heard a familiar sizzle behind Chishiya's back, making him get war flashbacks instantly.

"...Fine, you bitch."

Chishiya dragged Niragi back to the spot, seeing it filled with all of the things they brought. A blanket, a basket filled with goodies, and more.

"You guys did it that quickly?"

"Yeah. We didn't bring that much stuff."

"Mmm."

Chishiya sat down with everyone else, feeling someone take a seat behind him afterward.

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Ann always spent the majority of her time reading, whether it was to gain knowledge on certain topics while resting her eyes from the advances of society's technology or to just pass time. As she laid in bed one random night—snuggled with warmth, her girlfriend decided to add on and chill with her like usual. She softly rested her head on Ann's shoulder, making the woman smile and blush like a teenage girl.

Kuina snuggled against her girlfriend, "Do you want some snacks, Ann?"

Ann pushed her glasses back and shifted slightly under the warm blanket, "No, Kuina. Stay on my shoulder, it's cold right there."

"But I can hear your stomach growling…"

Ann rolled her eyes before flipping to another page in her book, "If you care so much, then—"

"Be right back!"

In a jiffy, Kuina ran from under the covers and left the bedroom to return with her arms full of various treats. From savory chips to sweet candy, the woman had it all (and it was thanks to the superb grocery shopping she and Ann did a few days prior).

Ann slid her glasses off and set them on her side's nightstand, "Did you seriously raid the pantry just for me?!"

"Well duh, Ann! Why wouldn't I?"

The women laughed as Kuina set the snacks down and returned to her spot under the covers. Ann grabbed a bag of chips while Kuina grabbed a piece of candy.

"Movie night?"

Kuina smiled, "Of course."

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Niragi's horrible at self-defense. That's why he carries a rifle with him at all times. So when an asshole sneaks up from behind and shoots him in the arm, he can't seem to defend himself. He stumbles backward, falling onto the ground below him.

"Finally, someone shot some sense into you."

Chishiya had seen the whole thing play out. He walked over to the injured man, not concerned about how much he was bleeding.

"Just shut the fuck up and help me. And do you even know who did this?"

"I thought you told me to shut up."

"...Forget that. Just answer my damn question."

"I don't know who did it. But I did overhear someone talking about shooting you earlier."

"Who?"

"Again, I don't fucking know."

Chishiya grabbed a nearby med kit and got to work on Niragi’s arm. He wrapped it in a bandage and then proceeded to clean the access blood.

"That should hold you up until tomorrow."

"How in the fuck am I supposed to shoot people now."

"I guess you're not doing that for the time being."

"...I fucking hate this."

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Chishiya’s always been a curious cat and a straightforward one at that. He never hides around the bush about stuff, so nine timbes out of ten you’ll hear his honest opinion on certain stuff. And yes, that includes romantic stuff. Whenever romance is even a topic in a conversation or a discussion, his straightforwardness breaks people’s hearts every time. He’ll admit that he doesn’t like someone or isn’t interested and won't give a single fuck about their feelings. Yet one day, he was curious about someone's feelings toward him. He couldn't understand why he was so curious about this idiot's feelings, but he knew he would receive an answer from the taller one sooner or later. As he surveyed the beach after the primary hours, he found the person he was looking for.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm taking a breather."

"Your bitch ass always says that whenever I catch you being weird."

"I know I do."

"...You're creeping the fuck out of me. Go back to wherever you came from."

"I wish I could but here we are. We're stuck together in this hellhole of a place."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to tell me something."

"What is it? I'm trying to keep this damn place in check and you keep ruining it."

"How. Does my presence annoy you?"

"Of course smartass."

"Anyway, I need you to answer this. You like me, don’t you?"

"…Fuck no. Why would I like someone like you."

"Because your conversation earlier really told me what I needed to know."

"…What conversation—"

"The one with yourself should ring a bell by now."

The conversation Niragi had with himself—in the mirror—was too revealing. It told Chishiya everything he needed to know, from his insecurities down to who he liked.

"Wha—how—"

"Shh."

Chishiya walked up to Niragi, making him bump his back into a wall. He suddenly went quiet, letting his facial expressions be his temporary voice.

"You always go quiet whenever I call you out, Niragi. Are you that intimidated by me?"

"...No. Fuck no. If I was intimidated by you in the first place—"

Chishiya didn't want to hear any more excuses come from Niragi's mouth. So, to make his ass shut up, he connected his lips with the taller one, making him tilt his head down a little bit. The space between them soon disappeared, being replaced by hands and faint breaths. After a while of making out, Niragi detached himself from the blonde entirely.

"...This feels so fucking weird."

"You think everything feels weird. But isn't that what you wanted?"

"To make out with your ass? No."

"If you didn't want it then why were your hands already on my ass?"

"...Not explaining that."

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Even in the most absurd times, people just couldn't stop being creepy for once. I mean shit, lives were a stake yet people still wanted to stalk each other like a predator with their prey. But to explain everything, word got out that Chishiya had a stalker; end of story. Most of the people at The Beach knew, even Niragi. It seemed like he didn't care at first. But after a few days of seeing what was happening to Chishiya, he knew he did slightly care for that bitchass blonde.

One night while surveying the hotel like usual, he saw Chishiya being cornered by a guy and his group of friends. Now usually, when shit like this happened to him, he'd know what to do. But after a few drinks, Chishiya was out like a light. He was literally wobbling on his own two legs, and couldn't even stand up straight. Niragi had to shut this down so he held his rifle out and waved it around.

"What the fuck are y'all doing? It's midnight, go to your rooms."

Immediately, one of the guys got defensive once Niragi stepped in and spoke.

"So? We're adults, we can do whatever the fuck we want whenever."

"Back up from the short-ass blonde or I'll make sure bullets end up in that thick-ass skull of yours."

The guy crossed his arms, clearly not phased by his threat.

"Do it. I dare—"

Niragi didn't even let the poor guy finish his sentence, but oh well. He saw it coming: his death. Once Niragi shot the main guy, all of his friends ran off while his body fell to the floor. The bullet instantly made Chishiya jolt up and slightly realize what was going on.

"...Did you just, do that..."

"Shut up and go to your room, 'Shiya."

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Chishiya barely shows his emotions. Not even when he was playing life-or-death games like everyone at The Beach; but one night did it for him. As he played hide and seek with Niragi and a few other players, he saw a kid get found and shot in the leg, killing him. The sight made Chishiya change, causing him to tear up and cover his face so the brainless idiot next to him couldn't see his vulnerability.

"Did something get in ya eye, blondey?"

Chishiya covered his eyes with his arm and turned the other way, letting his back face Niragi. The black-haired one couldn't help but feel slightly bad for the little guy. Even though he didn't know what was happening (and he usually didn't care about Chishiya), this time felt...different. He slowly put his rifle down and hugged the blonde, trying to comfort him.

"Maybe everything got to him..."

Chishiya quietly sobbed, not notifying any hunters of their location. He turned around and tightly hugged Niragi, almost breaking one of his ribs but he didn't care. Niragi was quite stunned by his response but continued hugging the short one until he was done crying.

"What were you crying for...?"

"Some kid got found and got shot."

Niragi then remembered Chishiya's past from one of their many late-night conversations, thinking about how he used to work with kids sometimes; "Damn..."

For the first time in a while, Niragi actually felt sorry for Chishiya. Even though neither of them could prevent the kid from getting hurt, it still felt bad to know that the kid was gonna die regardless.

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The borderlands were never safe when people like Niragi were still living. Visibly, he was an indiscreet idiot with his rifle; he could shoot the hell out of somebody without the need for any jumpscares since he was one. And usually, people could find him lurking any time, waiting for the right chance to fuck somebody up. However, Niragi had to use his stealthy ways when it was necessary; so, during the night, he tried to remain invisible so he could use it to his advantage.

But when Niragi had a whole (dumbass) intelligent blonde up his ass—other way around regarding who's up one's ass—that could figure out his patterns, it was tough. Just like one night, when Niragi was finding his next innocent victim to use as target practice. Unfortunately for him, Chishiya was right there watching Niragi's every move.

"Aish, what the fuck?!"

Chishiya raised his hand with a smirk, waving, "Good evening, Suguru."

"What do you want? Hell, why ya always catch me when I'm handling my fuckin' business?!"

"Because you could be putting all that energy into a damn job."

"Is there any jobs in the Borderlands that don't pay by keeping ya alive? Didn't think so, smartass."

Chishiya stuffed his hands into his pockets, minding the surroundings for a bit before laying his eyes back on the black-haired idiot in front of him; "Anyway, I'm going to be out for most of the night. Not searching for anything in particular besides some underwear."

Niragi cocked a brow. Usually, people advised each other to have a "friend" with them at all times or something. But in Chishiya's case, he clearly didn't care about friends unless it came down to his usual acquaintances; "But don't you need one of your buddies with you or somethin'?"

Chishiya showed Niragi his custom flame-blower, "I'll be fine with this—"

"No, you won't. Just 'cause you flamed my ass last time doesn't mean it'll work on someone else now."

Confusion covered Chishiya's expression as he kept looking at Niragi. Why was this idiot so upset about him going somewhere alone? It's not like he truly gave a fuck about Chishiya anyway; "Why does it matter if I'm out alone or not? I thought you wouldn't care, Suguru."

The rifle-carrying dumbass suddenly started to blush, confusing Chishiya even more, "Because, you need somebody to protect you, fucker. This world isn’t safe, obviously."

The blonde male crossed his arms, "And are you supposed to be that someone?"

"Just...be grateful I even care."

Niragi switched his rifle hold to his left hand before grabbing Chishiya's hand with his right, then dragging him to the nearest store. Once they reached a convenience store, Chishiya decided to raid the medical section and the intimates section—for some new pairs of underwear—while Niragi took all of the instant food and snacks. He bagged them before making room for Chishiya's items once the blonde was done grabbing whatever he saw.

"Seriously, all that Niragi..."

"Shut up, pipsqueak."

Chishiya grabbed their bag and headed out the door, feeling Niragi's presence as they roamed through the deserted streets of Tokyo quietly. Only the sound of passing trash along with their footsteps filled the area with some sound until they heard other footsteps approaching. Chishiya felt danger lurking nearby, so he took the initiative and dragged Niragi into a secluded car nearby.

Somehow, the doors didn't make any noise when they were opened and closed. But anyway, they pushed the seats back and laid down, trying to keep themselves hidden from whoever was nearby. Luckily, the entity disappeared a few moments after tapping on the car door.

"That was close."

"No shit, shortstack."

Chishiya shifted to lean on his side while his elbow kept his head up, "But what about earlier, and what you said?"

Niragi blushed in embarrassment as he pulled his rifle up to Chishiya's chest, more specifically where his heart was; "Forget that, forget any of it. Or I'll shoot your ass right here, right now."

Chishiya smirked at Niragi, "No matter how many times you threaten me, you never go through with it, Niragi."

"Maybe I'll shut your ass up finally, Chishi."

Niragi's grip on his rifle tightened, but of course: nothing happened. Instead, he dropped the gun down and moved it under his feet before grabbing Chishiya by the neck. The blonde didn’t do anything besides smirk in Niragi’s face like nothing was happening, until…the idiot pulled him close and smashed his lips against his. Of course, the force of their kiss brought surprised blush to Chishiya's face as he tried to kiss back.

Niragi took his grip of Chishiya's neck and pushed him away, "Fuckin' bitch…"

The blonde laughed breathlessly while moving into Niragi’s lap, "Are you sure about that?"

The idiotic tree laughed with annoyance as his hands "magically" found their places on Chishiya's hips, "Shut up, you—"

Chishiya leaned forward and captured Niragi's lips in a slow kiss, very different compared to the kiss they just shared seconds ago. It made the black-haired maniac feel something he hadn’t felt in who knew how long: lust, pure lust. The feeling alone made Niragi's blush deepen while he felt his pants get uncomfortably tight, clearly feeling the effects of Chishiya’s presence on his throbbing erection.

Niragi broke their kiss as he threw his head back, moaning under his breath; "You bitch…"

Chishiya smirked like usual, "Maybe you can fuck me like one?"

"In this tiny ass car where everyone can see your pretty dumb ass? Oh for sure, Chishiya."

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Holidays at The Beach weren't the greatest. But when it was Christmas, everyone would go all out for it. People now had other jobs besides playing life-or-death games, like putting up decorations or making trays full of food. And Christmas was the only off day everyone collectively had so it made sense why people made the most out of it and pitched in whenever possible. As groups of players got ready for the big holiday, an intelligent yet short blonde was standing on a ladder to put some hanging decorations up.

Chishiya struggled to put the last mistletoe on the ceiling, feeling his feet wobble under him and almost give out since he was on an old ladder, until...he felt a hand and the tip of a gun hold him up; "Niragi—"

"Don't question it, pipsqueak. We don't need another dead body rotting in here anyway."

Chishiya rolled his eyes before returning to his duty as the guy who hung everything on the ceiling, finishing with a few minutes to spare before everyone else was eventually done. After Niragi retracted his hand and rifle away from Chishiya, the blonde got off the ladder and leaned it against a wall before shoving his hands into his pockets.

"What made you feel the need to let me not fall, Niragi? I thought you hated my guts?"

"Didn't I just tell you to not question me, you dumbass?"

Kujina interjected, "Can you two stop acting like y'all don't want each other?! Like jeez! Y'all argue like a damn married couple and expect people to see y'all as straight like get a grip..."

The woman was an easy reader, and clearly fed up with Niragi and Chishiya's constant arguments about basically nothing. But before she could speak even further, she got dragged away by Ann—her dearest girlfriend—while having ornaments stuffed into her hands.

Niragi cocked a brow, side-eyed Kuina, and then returned to talking to the blonde in front of him; "What is her damn deal?!"

Chishiya nonchalantly shrugged before grabbing some snowflake ornaments and hanging them on the wall (the main, big tree was too full so that's why he was doing that). Niragi felt like the air got a bit awkward so he backed off and walked away, accidentally running into Arisu with the tip of his gun.

Niragi smirked, "Oh, my bad."

Arisu rolled his eyes before pushing the gun off and away from his back, "Can you be more careful next time you decide to roam around?"

"And who are you to question—"

Usagi quietly walked by, returning to her new boyfriend's side before glaring at Niragi over her shoulder. She silently stood her ground, and it obviously worked since the rifle-carrying idiot walked away.

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After a few hours of more preparation, Christmas was finally there at the Beach. It was midnight when everyone finished their temporary jobs as decorators, which brought festive joy and excitement for the rest of the night up 'till the morning. As people started to grab food and celebrate with colleagues or even partners, Kuina and Ann were sitting with Usagi and Arisu.

Kuina poured a cup of alcohol mixed with juice, then toasted with her friends; "Merry Christmas to all you guys! I didn't expect all of us to still be in one piece by now, seriously."

Ann laughed, took a sip of her cup, and then nudged her girlfriend. They both noticed two "enemies" in some random corner, holding drinks while talking their asses off.

Kuina rolled her eyes while smiling, "They should just kiss already. Even though I'm against the idea of Niragi's existence, Chishiya's an odd yet perfect fit for his crazy self."

With the two idiots, they were talking about plans to sneak out and grab snacks per usual. Somehow, those two could get along over stealing/looting yet couldn't stand to be in the same room as each other (well, one couldn't stand the idea).

"What's the best thing you've found while looting?"

"Found a big stash of food in some random store, and I spent the rest of my night eating everything."

Chishiya rolled his eyes before making eye contact with Kuina across the room. She made a gesture that blatantly said "look above y'all." The blonde did and realized that there's been a mistletoe above him and Niragi the entire time. He looked back at Kuina and she mouthed, "shoot your shot for once."

Chishiya returned his attention to Niragi, "Don't take this too seriously but—"

"What?"

"…Can we, uh…"

Chishiya rarely asked people out, so it was obvious he was struggling to speak on the topic. Kuina picked up on it quickly, and immediately excused herself from Ann and her friends before going over to Chishiya and Niragi.

"What Chishiya is trying to say is that he wants to be your crazy partner in crime, idiot."

Kuina ran back to her seat, smiling while Niragi cocked a brow and looked at Chishiya.

"...Did she just cover for you?!"

"Obviously. I'm not the greatest at asking people out if you didn't notice, Niragi."

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Night in Tokyo was either two things: chaotic and club-full, or chill and relaxing. For a friend group who finally remembered each other after Tokyo's major meteor, it was irritatingly stressful since they were grocery shopping for dinner, something they rarely cooked (well, only two out of the six).

Usagi browsed the vegetable section before grabbing an assorted bag of some, "Should we make gyudon with some miso soup?"

Ann nodded, letting her girlfriend—Kuina, DUH—cover for her verbally, "Me and Ann can work on the soup, Chishiya and Niragi can handle the meat and make the noodles, and you plus Arisu can do the rice and veggies."

Niragi cocked a brow and crossed his arms, "Uh, you guys can do all that. I'll just sit back and—"

Chishiya nonchalantly spoke, "Do nothing and get nothing in return, Niragi."

Before he could come up with a rebuttal, his boyfriend and the rest of their group decided to split up in the store to make getting groceries easier. Of course, Niragi followed after his short-ass boyfriend because who else was he about to follow? The lesbians or a couple?!

Niragi walked side-by-side with Chishiya, "I swear, if I burn something fucking around with you and a damn pan—"

Chishiya said, "Make yourself useful and grab that box of noodles."

Niragi looked up to see a high-ass shelf full of noodles, "Why I gotta get it?!"

"Because you're tall enough, unless you wanna help me up—"

Niragi pulled a bag down and purposely dropped it into Chishiya's basket, "What else do we need for this fuckass dinner…"

The blonde kept his expression smug while talking and looking at his boyfriend, "Meat. But knowing us, we're getting a lot of that…"

"…Do you just mean yourself or—"

Chishiya deadpanned, "Don't make what I said nasty."

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With a hectic shopping spree behind them, Chishiya and Niragi—plus their lesbian and hetero friends—returned to Arisu's house and started to prepare dinner. Usagi taught Arisu how to properly sauté vegetables while Kuina and Ann worked on making their shared miso soup.

Chishiya kept some water on the stove and brought it to a boil before adding the box of noodles, "Are you cooking the meat, Niragi?"

He lazily brought the meat out of its' packaging and to a pan, "What it sound like, you dumbass."

Niragi moved the meat around while Chishiya gently stirred the noodle-filled pot. Things in the kitchen seemed chill...until Chishiya smelled something burning.

Chishiya turned the stove eye down before tending to Niragi's burnt mistake, "Are you sure you're cooking it properly..."

"Obviously, Chishi—"

The blonde pushed Niragi out the way before taking care of what the hell he was doing. Apparently, he didn't prep the pan with any oil or butter before he started cooking.

Chishiya shot a side glare at Niragi, "You're dumber than we thought."

Niragi was too agitated to think, let alone respond to his supposed boyfriend. He got dragged into this mess for no damn reason, and one more word might cause him to lash out. But of course, Chishiya didn't care (even if he noticed his irritated face).

"Are you going to just stand there and watch me—"

Niragi's uncontrolled anger issues kicked in and cause him to grab Chishiya by the throat, pinning the short stack of blonde hair against a cabinet yet not gaining a reaction out of the blonde; "Shut the fuck up and stop bossing me around like I'm some damn child you dumbass bitch."

Chishiya cocked a brow, "Then stop acting like one, or is that all you know how to do?"

"Shut up—"

Usagi stepped between their argument with her arms crossed, "Can you two stop arguing like you're married or something?!" Kuina, Ann, and Arisu stopped what they were doing to listen in on Usagi's scolding; "Everyone is sick of you two constantly going back and forth over every damn thing! So can you two get your shit together and act like y'all love each other before the new year comes?!"

Niragi side-eyed the living out of Usagi momentarily since he wasn't about to give in to her suggestion like a damn follower. However, after a minute, the black-haired individual slowly loosened his grip on his boyfriend's throat and backed up, giving Chishiya some space (even though he wasn't phased by this at all). After the silence of everyone focusing on the two and Usagi, they returned to their respective positions and got back to cooking.

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With a full table of food—they decided to cook an extra few dishes, up to thy imagination—and some alcohol provided by Niragi obviously, everyone was getting ready to celebrate the new year. People were eating, already full, or were both and now moving to alcohol and dessert. Said people were Kuina and Ann since they were ready to pop some bottles and drink their hearts up.

Kuina held a bottle of saké up, "Who's ready to drink!"

Arisu's apartment sounded lively as everyone got a shot of saké, toasted to a great year, and then inhaled the drink. Niragi definitely took his quick before getting another shot, and another, and—goddammit, he a bit tipsy; and now Chishiya had to deal with his idiocy turnt up by like ten.

Niragi swayed back and forth with his cup in hand, "Chishi, did I ever tell you…how sorry I was?"

"…Huh?"

Niragi was the type to get emotional when he was drunk so this—his rants—didn't come as a surprise, "I'm sorry for earlier…and for almost choke-slamming you to death—"

Chishiya kept his smug expression intact while he spoke, "You're not that strong. But even though this apology is bullshit, I'll accept it for now."

The night was coming to a beautiful end, finally. 

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Ever since the completion fireworks started popping off for those who completed the borderlands, Banda's been thinking about his answer. Maybe he should've taken the chance and accepted the escape back to the real world. But then again...he pretty much had nothing waiting for him there besides a few case trials, so staying in a place where he could do whatever and not get penalized was definitely the best option.

The reminder lingered in the back of Banda's mind as he stood and watched the sky light up with colors, feeling his eyes wander whenever a firework went off. Yaba studied the man's expression, which reflected his deep thoughts. He didn't say anything for a moment, just studied Banda's expression. His eyes looked bright, and it was obviously because of the fireworks...but it seemed like something else was hidden in them.

Yaba cleared his throat while adjusting his sleeve cuffs. "Banda."

He slowly switched his attention over to the slightly taller man. "We should go."

Yaba turned around and started walking, hearing Banda follow right behind him without hesitation—even if he didn't know where the hell they were going. They kept walking for a few minutes, feeling the silence between them be prominent since there was nothing to talk about yet, and didn't feel right to speak anyway since they were too busy physically studying each other. Yaba, the not-so-impulsive male between him and Banda, kept his posture up, not wanting to slouch like the guy beside him. He walked with his hands in his pockets, maintaining a subtly professional look. Banda, the cold yet mischievous serial killer, slouched slightly with his hands at his sides, making himself seem carefree and 'normal' even though both men knew there was nothing normal about either of them.

Anyway, their quiet walk finally came to a stop once they stood in front of an abandoned motel. The LED sign for the place wasn't lit up, confirming any thoughts about possible electricity in the building. The men went inside together, surveying their surroundings with caution. grabbed the front door and opened it, letting Banda go before him. Once inside, the men looked for any clean rooms; and after a while, Banda luckily stumbled upon a fairly clean room. It had a bed, a drawer, a broken TV, and a closet, plus some other provided things.

Right before he was about to go check out the bathroom, Yaba discreetly showed up in the doorway with his arms crossed. He leaned against the wooden frame. "Seems like we can't shower here."

Banda tilted his head at Yaba with amusement, "Isn't that blatant, Mr. Yaba."

He lowly laughed, "Formalities?"

Banda shrugged, noticing Yaba's cocked brow. "We're stuck here together, so I assume they're appropriate to use those toward you. But as far as us showering, we'll just find somewhere for all that in the morning."

Banda made himself comfortable on the bed, lying on his back to give his aching feet a break. Yaba could sense the stress within the younger man's body, but that wasn't as strong as the fatigue entering his system. Immediately, the taller man pulled his suit jacket off, then his vest before tossing both aside. He swiftly got his shoes off, but before he laid down, he had to be a damn gentleman and help Banda with his pair. After that, Yaba finally got comfortable on his back while he felt Banda shift onto his side, inches away from accidentally making their bodies touch.

Yaba sighed, "Haven't slept somewhere comfy in days..."

Banda lowly laughed, "We both haven't."

Things soon became quiet. The air between the men felt oddly heavy, yet neither of them wanted to acknowledge that part. Banda was looking at Yaba's side profile, silently admiring the man's features. But then, Yaba shifted onto his side and did the same thing in return, which didn't creep Banda out but just grew his curiosity.

Yaba cleared his throat, "What's with the look—"

Banda quickly cut the man off. "You're...interesting. You're not scared of me, you're not worried if I kill you while you're asleep."

"Not at all."

Banda propped his head up with his hand, "And why is that."

Yaba chuckled, "Because it takes two to do what we want, you know that. We can't do any of this without trust, and you agreed on that back there."

Banda entered the old bathroom, spotting the persuasive guy at one of the urinals. He averted his gaze to stay in front of him, even if he had to stare at a wall while using the bathroom. Banda unzipped his pants, then freed himself down there for brief relief.

Yaba started talking, keeping his eyes on the edge of the window before him. "Let me get right to the point. Are you the Jack of Hearts or not?"

Banda spoke with a bland tone. "I'll only say this. I might be the Jack of Hearts, but the fact that you're bringing it up means it could be you."

Yaba chuckled as he zipped himself back up. "I know one thing, though. You and I will never get along."

Banda quickly caught Yaba's attention again with just a few words as the taller man tried to leave. "Tell me. I want to know why you're here playing the games in this country?" Banda zipped himself up, then turned around with curiosity written across his face.

Yaba didn't hesitate to say his reason, but didn't bother turning around to face Banda. "I'll tell you why I'm here. I've never seen a place more beautiful than this one. I'm here because I...because I believe that this world is a place that is worth conquering."

Banda spoke with an amused tone, "Well, then, you and I might be more alike than you think."

Yaba slowly turned around to face Banda finally. "I'm starting to get that feeling, too. Trust is the most important thing in this game anyway, so we'll be good for each other if we team up. Intellectual equals, and trustworthy partners."

Banda felt a smile hit his face. No one knew what was brewing behind closed doors at that point.

The flashback to what happened days ago, along with everything that happened afterward, brought a small smile to Banda's face. Usually, when he smiled, that meant shit was about to go down. But this time, he was just...amazed. He didn't think Yaba was THAT serious about conquering the borderlands, but the fact that he wanted to do all of it with someone he trusted after such a short time made Banda oddly admire Yaba with respect (and maybe a hint of something else he didn't want to acknowledge yet, let alone ever).

"So you're putting your trust in a serial killer."

Yaba shrugged, "I put a fraction of my trust in Kotoko, so I've technically done worse."

Banda laughed, "As if she didn't offer herself to you before solitary confinement started."

"Yeah, I might've enjoyed that part—but it doesn't take away from the fact that she didn't hesitate to try and betray me."

"Yet you think I wouldn't."

Yaba cocked a brow, "You'd try and kill me if anything."

Banda let a smirk slip onto his face. "At least you know."

The silence between both men returned, but it was short since Banda purposefully scooted closer to Yaba, maintaining the eye contact between them and causing the sheets under them to crinkle slightly. He studied the older man's face, revealing a lot with so little. Yaba's eyes were telling in moments like this, even if he didn't mean for them to be. But before Banda got too close, he tried to get his bearings back together—until he felt a hand on his waist.

Banda looked down before returning his gaze to Yaba's eyes. "What the hell are you—"

The taller man cut Banda off instantly with a pull, bringing their bodies close to press against each other. Right when Banda was becoming increasingly hesitant about things continuing between him and Yaba, he felt himself being kissed. It didn't feel forceful to him, it didn't feel...weird. It felt right, and it was evident when Banda kissed Yaba back with equal force. Their hands touched each other's bodies while they kissed, which turned into them full-on making out.

Banda found himself sitting on Yaba's lap after their lips left each other, a sight that was hot enough for both men. Banda felt his body sizzle at the feeling of being aroused after so long, causing him to be impatient. His hands helped untie Yaba's tie, then found the buttons on the man's shirt before tearing through them with ease. His fingers shook slightly with impulsiveness as he reached for Yaba's belt, only to be stopped by his hands on both wrists.

"I can't be the only one naked if we're actually doing this."

Banda huffed, "I'm on top, so—"

Yaba immediately shut that idea down, "You're not topping me in a million years, so calm down and let me just..."

After letting go of Banda's hands, Yaba's hands slowly unbuttoned the younger male's shirt, starting from the bottom until the shirt's front was parted. Yaba slid the muted blue shirt off Banda's shoulders, then his arms, then...the shirt was finally off. Yaba saw Banda's chest peeking through his white tank top, making him struggle with keeping his self-control in check since his nipples were peeking out too. But to keep the momentum going, Yaba moved his hands to Banda's grey jeans, unbuttoning them before unzipping the crotch part. Since Banda was still feeling impatient, it was only right to return the favor and help Yaba with his belt. He moved his hands back to the older man's belt, touching the silver piece of metal before unbuckling it and then freeing it from Yaba's waist.

Banda tossed the leather belt aside, then simply stared at Yaba. He looked hungry, predator-like. It was eerily similar to when he'd scope his surroundings for victims, except things this time weren't so deadly. Just really sexual with a hint of admiration/respect laying underneath. But anyway, Banda suddenly leaned forward and kissed Yaba for another time, accidentally bumping into the man's achingly clothed erection with his own. They mutually moaned at the contact, unable to ignore that part of themselves any longer.

Yaba groaned against Banda's lips since he felt the younger man intentionally grind in his lap. "Impatient?"

Banda kissed Yaba once more, but with a bit of hunger laced into it. "Before you ask, I'm clean and I'm giving you my consent for anything tonight. No, I didn't think about doing this shit beforehand. And don't act stupid, Yaba."

The slight whine in Banda's voice right before he stopped talking sent shockwaves of pleasure inside Yaba's body, which shot straight to his still-aching crotch. His self-control was teetering on the edge of breaking, even if he had barely any left thanks to Banda's advances. But anyway, they desperately made out, keeping themselves pressed against each other until they agreed on enough foreplay. Banda deeply breathed, not even trying to keep his impulsiveness down; and with one mental switch, his impatient side came out easily. He helped pull Yaba's unbuttoned shirt off his arms before helping again, but with the man's pants. Then, Banda pulled his tank top off and did the same with his pants, leaving both men in just boxer briefs. The very impatient male found his spot back on Yaba's lap, getting comfy on there again.

Yaba subconsciously licked his lips, "Still impatient, I see."

"I wouldn't be like this currently if you'd stop moving so slow—"

Yaba immediately pulled Banda's boxer briefs off, catching him completely off guard. The older man looked down between Banda's legs, seeing his shaft already throb with need. But Yaba wasn't about to be nice, not when Banda looked like he was hungry enough to kill him if he didn't fuck him right then and there. So, with his self-restraint pretty much gone, Yaba flipped their positions so Banda was under him and on his back. Now for this part, he HAD to be careful. Even though his mental restraints were gone for the rest of the night, Yaba still didn't want to hurt Banda in any kinda way—even if it seemed like the younger man had a secret pain kink.

But anyway, Yaba put two fingers in his mouth, coating them with spit since that was the closest thing they were ever going to have as lube. He found Banda's tight rim, approaching it with cautious fingertips. Yaba gently pressed his fingers against Banda's entrance, feeling them slip inside but with much tightness. He felt Banda tighten around them, prompting him to try to ease the pain by kissing his shoulders. With some gentle curls and a bit of back-and-forth with his fingers, Yaba felt Banda loosen up around them.

"Hurry the hell up..."

Yaba sighed, "Patience, unless you want this shit to hurt."

After some more prep, Yaba pulled his fingers out before pulling his boxers off and using his hand to position himself at Banda's awaiting entrance. His other hand held a side of Banda's waist, rubbing circles there as he started pushing inside. Yaba struggled to get inside Banda at first, but swiftly found himself completely inside the younger yet sinister man. Now, both hands were on Banda's waist, keeping Yaba steady and stable in their position since the still mentally impatient man decided to wrap his legs tightly around the older man.

"Get a move on before I—"

Yaba silenced Banda with a particularly harsh thrust, making him gasp. He tried to be a gentleman, but Banda obviously did not want that currently. So, with all the energy he had, Yaba tightly held Banda's hips as he started moving, not hitting any deep spots yet but he was making Banda moan like a bitch. Shocking for someone like himself. But anyway, Yaba kept his pace up, not stopping until he and the one under were satisfied. He took one of his hands off Banda's waist, moved it to the back of his head, and grabbed his hair before using the grip to pull his head up. Yaba smashed his lips against Banda's, keeping the kiss rough yet passionate as he kept his pace steady.

Banda whined against Yaba's lips, showing the man a glimpse of him being submissive—just for a moment. Yaba slowed his movements, now able to hit deep spots within Banda. The feeling made Banda throw his head back, letting it fall back onto the pillows beneath since Yaba's grip on his hair was gone. He deeply clenched around Yaba's shaft, making him and the taller man mutually moan. Banda was struggling with keeping his orgasm inside. He was so close, so close—not anymore. With one deep thrust hitting Banda's g-spot, he immediately came on the spot untouched. Banda arched his back, meeting Yaba's hips directly.

The older man chuckled, "Thought you weren't the submissive type."

Banda sighed, trying to steady his breathing so he could come down from his orgasm. "So you want a death wish."

Banda hummed, steadying his thrusts to remain slow as he spoke. "You trust me too much to give me one."

Banda was about to respond, but was quickly cut off by Yaba's pace being restored to just roughness. He gripped the sheets below him, then moved his hands to Yaba's shoulders. For once since he met Yaba, Banda struggled to match him—his pace rather. He couldn't keep up with the feeling, causing his legs around the man's waist to slowly fall. Yaba noticed Banda's increasing exhaustion and immediately grabbed his thighs, holding them up as he continued with his rough pace.

Finally, with another overwhelming thrust, Yaba slammed his hips against Banda and deeply released himself inside the exhausted man. He kept himself pressed against Banda, feeling streams of cum be released from his aching shaft. Once Yaba felt everything sexual leave his system, he gently fell on top of Banda while his softened erection slipped out. Even though he was tired himself, Yaba couldn't feel like himself and fall asleep easily without giving Banda some aftercare. He showered his face in kisses while moving from on top of him.

Yaba smiled against Banda's cheek before pulling away, "Aftercare or no?"

Banda sighed, "Too late to ask that. But I rarely do aftercare, so...consider yourself special and not dead."

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The eerily quiet mornings in the borderlands were unsettling to some. But for Yaba and Banda, it was honestly the 'fresh' restart they needed. After the events of last night, they needed some peace and quiet. As Banda stirred awake, he noticed the soft smell of soap. He sat up and blinked a bit, letting his eyes adjust to the natural light coming in through the motel room window. He tried to move his legs but last night made him too damn sore, so he was barely able to stand. Then, Yaba came inside the room with his suit and body clean.

"Got up early and found some water bottles. Used those to wash our clothes."

Banda cocked a brow, "With what soap?"

Yaba sat down near Banda, "There's some in the bathroom, and some leftover bottles you can use to wash up with."

"Thanks, even though I'm close to killing you since I can't move."