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klaustozier · 1 year

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suckerpunch ; chishiya

SUMMARY: you and chishiya are the leaders of the two rival gangs that control the city, but, one night, when you see chishiya being unfairly harmed, you save him.

this is smut, be aware of what you read!

warnings: chishiya x fem!reader, you're a fucking badass, chishiya's older than you, enemies to fuck buddies, this was a request so here it is (i hope that what i did is okay to the person that asked for a hate fuck, cause i wanted to be a little more rough), drugs (only weed), degradation kink, chishiya has tattoos, choking, spanking

word count: 4,4k

english is not my first language, i'm sorry for any mistakes.

i hope you like it.

Maybe you shouldn't be doing this, but there was no other option. You weren't going to leave him in the hospital, he was going to put him in jail and there was a certain balance in the city with the two gangs and you knew it, it wasn't worth destroying everything over a shitty new gang.

You and Chishiya were the leaders of the gangs that dominated the city's traffic and the two gangs left the city balanced, running normally and it was like that for so many years that it was already part of everyday life, but a third gang had begun to want to take over the city. You were trying to find them to destroy them, but you didn't have much information yet.

That night you were going to a convenience store to get some food when you saw three guys punching and kicking a fourth guy on the floor of an empty parking lot, you thought the fight was unfair and decided you were going to stop it, it got even more personal when you saw who it was the blonde guy on the floor, his face all bruised and bloody from the blows he had taken. You weren't going to let a random gang kill the enemy that was yours even more so in a fight like that.

So you killed the three of them and took Chishiya to your car. He wasn't easy to carry him, but you did it. You wouldn't share your city with people who enjoyed that kind of unfair fighting.

When you noticed you were sitting Chishiya on top of your toilet, inside your bathroom, inside your studio apartment. If there was no way to get Chishiya to a hospital and you didn't know how to contact his gang to get their leader, then you had to take care of him.

“Chishiya?”, you called softly, lightly slapping his face, who woke up startled, ready to punch whoever called him, but you wrapped your hand around his fist, “Calm down, calm down, I won't hurt you .”

Shuntaro's eyes widened and he looked around, "What do you think you're doing?"

“Can you calm down?”, you asked, letting go of his hand, opening the mirror cabinet over the sink to Chishiya’s left and taking out a heavy-duty first-aid kit you had (heavy-duty as it had a needle and thread to sew up wounds, if needed).

“Where am I?”

“Okay, let's go”, you placed the first-aid kit over the sink and opened it taking cotton, alcohol, gauze and plaster from inside and placed them on the sink, doing it while explaining: “I was going to buy…”, and you decided not to say what you were going to specify what you were doing, he didn't deserve to know, “something when I saw three people hitting one in an empty parking lot. I thought the fight was very unfair, it was three against one, the person on the ground was already unconscious and I considered stopping the fight, until I saw that you were the one on the ground and decided that I was definitely going to stop the fight.”

Chishiya listened in silence and watched as you soaked a cotton ball in alcohol, “But why did you save me? You could have let me die.”

You laughed, stood in front of the other and pulled his face up by the chin, still smirking, "If there's anyone in this town who's going to kill you, it's going to be me."

Chishiya's eyes widened a little. That statement was supposed to sound threatening, and it did, so why did he feel his stomach turn over and not with fear? His concluding thoughts were cut short when the alcohol swab touched his cut lip making him shift and move away from the swab.

“No, no, no”, you said holding him by the back of the head, “I'm going to have to clean these wounds so swallow your crying.”

Chishiya should have been offended, but once again his body reacted differently, maybe he hit his head or got hit too hard. What he didn't think about was how strange and different that was, they never had that dynamic, they had already met and talked several times, but it was a strange situation. They had never touched each other before. It felt like where your fingers touched him it burned his body.

You didn't feel different, being silent with the other and taking care of him was strange and you liked it. What your shouldn't, you were just taking care of the enemy that way so you could personally kill him in the future.

“Take off your shirt”, you asked.

Chishiya frowned at you, “Not even a wine? Not even a little vodka just to cheer me up?”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, "Fuck you, just take your fucking shirt off."

“So violent… Jesus, you sound like a criminal… like a gang member.”

“Shut up, Shuntaro, just do what I say.”

Chishiya laughed and pulled his shirt up, his torso hurted a little doing that, but it could be worse. There were some shallow cuts on his chest, that was where the blood on his shirt came from, but luckily nothing that needed sewing up. You just kept cleaning up, not wanting to pay too much attention to the bruised and tattooed chest.

“How did they get to you like that? Alone?”, you asked, trying not to pay attention to his body, it wasn't the moment to be attracted to Chishiya.

“I have a suspicion that someone from my gang told them where I was going”, Chishiya sucked in air between his teeth as alcohol fell into his chest wounds, “I didn't like one of them anyway, now I'm sure that he must have been in on it."

“And why did you let him join the gang if you didn’t like him?”

“He was already in the gang when I became a leader”, he explained, his face contorting as you cleaned his wounds.

“And how do you intend to take care of it? It is not good to have a snitch in the group.”

“First, I'm going to try to see if it really is him”, began the seated man and once again sucked in air between his teeth, “Maybe I should pretend to go somewhere alone and see if they show up again, so I can do some kind of ambush and destroy them all.”

“Would you like some help?”

"What? Do you want to help?"

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend, isn't it?", you shrugged, "And I don't like them, I like them less than I like you."

“Awwwn”, Chishiya placed his hand over his heart and pouted.

“Fuck off", you commanded laughing softly, “And they're messing with my business too, it doesn't hurt to get together and end this little game, there's already two people running the town and that's enough.”

"We can join forces then, princess", Chishiya nodded, "But it will be for a very short time, we'll settle that and each one will go to their corner."

“Deal, Shuntaro.”

You offered your hand and Chishiya shook it briefly, sealing the deal. After that, you continued to clean his wounds and soon started bandaging all the cuts. Silence reigned, the two thinking about many things that did not involve rivalry or what happened. They both thought the same thing, in fact, how attractive the other was. Perhaps all the adrenaline had them a little out of their minds.

“Are you going to put gauze on my wounds and choke me to death?”, asked Chishiya, breaking the silence, making you laugh.

“Not today”, you replied smiling, “You're hurt, it wouldn't be fair. If I ever plan to kill you, it will be a fair fight, with both of you well rested and fed, no firearms, just bladed weapons and our fists and whoever dies, dies.”

The blonde nodded, "And in that case, it's going to be me the one who dies, right?"

You leaned towards his face, getting dangerously close and smirked, "Of course."

“What makes you so sure you'd win, kitten?”, Chishiya challenged, the twinkle in his eyes was making you extremely tempted.

“I'm clearly faster”, you said, smiling.

Chishiya laughed wryly, and quickly fell silent as you took the scissors from the firs-aid kit and pressed the sharp tip against the blonde's Adam's apple, who swallowed hard.

Chishiya's strong, beautiful hand wrapped around your wrist and pushed it away from his neck, "And I'm stronger", he said, you forced your hand back into place, but the older one was stronger anyway, even if he wasn't the best conditions to fight.

You tried to attack using your other hand, but your wrist was also grabbed and Chishiya joined both of his hands and held it using only one of your hands.

“Do you want to keep playing, princess?”, teased the oldest.

You laughed wryly, tried to move your wrists and were unsuccessful, "You're still going to get fuck for crossing my path, Chishiya."

“I honestly think you're the one who's going to get fucked over this, baby girl.”

And the two faced each other. Hearts racing, that kind of talk was releasing too much adrenaline to make them think straight. Your eyes dropped to Chishiya's pretty lips, who mimicked the movement, it wasn't something easy to resist. Neither of them noticed exactly when this had happened, but in a moment one advanced towards the other and they began to kiss.

There was so much anger in that kiss. Chishiya would sometimes let out low whimper of pain, because his still delicate cut lip was being crushed by your lips. Even though you didn't want to admit it, those whimpers were making you so fucking horny. Maybe they shouldn't do anything since Chishiya was hurt, but you were leaving it up to him to say he wanted to stop.

Chishiya finally released his grip and grabbed your thighs pulling you onto his lap and pinned you against the cold tile wall.

“You are so light”, mocked the older one.

“Shut up, motherfucker”, you said, rolling your eyes.

“Wow, you sound like a criminal”, mocked the other again.

You rolled your eyes, "Are you going to do something or are you going to hold me here on the wall and get degraded?"

"There should be fetishes just for that."

“Do you have a fetish with that by any chance?”

The blonde chuckled and clasped your thighs in his hands, “No… not like this anyway…”

Chishiya came out of the bathroom with you in his arms and walked to your bed, where he threw you on the mattress and got on top of you. When he went to try to kiss you again, you grabbed him with your legs and arms and spun you around on the bed, getting on top.

“Are you as strong as you think, Chishiya?”, you teased.

The blonde laughed and leaned on his right elbow while his left hand went to the back of your neck pulling you closer, "Yes, I am", he informed, returning to kiss you.

The hand on the back of your neck that caressed your hair slid to your throat and wrapped it gently at first, wanting to know if it was okay to do what he wanted to do. As there wasn't any kind of displeasure shown, he gently squeezed the sides of your neck, receiving a soft sigh in return.

Chishiya parted their lips and watched the scene for a little while. You took your hand to the other's wrist and held on to it as if you needed help to hold yourself together. Your face was contorted adorably and your lips pretty, red and glossy. Chishiya was so hot with the cuts and bruises, he was already beautiful, but this was another level of attractiveness.

Your hips slowly rocked against Shuntaro's hips, "Kiss me", you ordered through gritted teeth.

“How do you say?”, teased Chishiya, grinning.

“Now, you fucking piece of shit.”

Chishiya laughed and just accepted, how could he say no to that cutie? He let go of your neck, he had choked you enough (for now), the action made you whimper softly, "How cute."

“Shut up, Chishiya", you ordered angrily.

“Make me”, he teased once again.

“I still will punch you until you pass out…”

The older one laughed and the kiss resumed. Chishiya's hand was still on your neck, without squeezing, just caressing the skin with his thumb, it went down your chest, squeezing your breasts.

"Cute", Chishiya said when you moaned as your nipples were pinched over your shirt.

"Fuck you."

"You should be ashamed of yourself for rubbing that pussy on my lap and acting like you're better than me."

"Ah… but I am…"

The blonde smirked, "Fucking bitch."

Your shirt was taken off and Chishiya started sucking your nipples gently, not doing too much, not doing everything you wanted. He was doing it on purpose, he wanted to piss you off and he was succeeding. You wanted more, you wanted to be pinched and squeezed, but nothing came, making you groan.

“I hate you so much", you complained.

“Why?”, Chishiya was a bastard.

“I have little patience.”

The older one chuckled, "Then feel free to take control, baby girl."

You rolled your eyes and pushed him onto the bed. You leaned over to the night stand and picked up a joint and lighter from the top of it, putting the blunt in your mouth.

"Are you really going to smoke? Marijuana? With me here under you?", complained Chishiya pretending to be angry, "I'm going to call the police."

"Don't you ever shut up?", you asked, lighting your cigarette.

Chishiya laughed, he was enjoying making you angry, it was so funny. The fun ended when you sat on the other's legs and started to smoke, it wasn't fun anymore it was just hot.

"Do you want some?", you asked, showing the joint in your hands, noticing that he was very entertained watching you smoke.

Chishiya nodded, you took the joint to your lips again and smoked it taking your hand to his chin, he parted his lips waiting for what you would do. You blew the smoke to the blonde's lips and kissed him, brushing your tongue gently against his.

If it was up to Shuntaro, they would do that for hours. You repeated your act a few more times, smoking and sharing it with the older one with kisses.

"Fuck", cursed Chishiya softly making you laugh.

You returned the two objects to the bedside table and adjusted yourself, hugging Chishiya's neck, kissing him again, the kiss was less nervous now, but that didn't stop you from scratching the other's chest with your nails, being careful not to scratching at the cutted areas, making him moan softly as they kissed.

With a peck, you broke the kiss and pushed the blonde's body back onto the bed, running kisses down his chest, biting the skin from time to time, always being careful with the cuts, but always licking the bruises, because you loved to hear his adorable whimpers. With Chishiya's skin between your teeth, you proceeded to unfasten his belt, making him sigh in anticipation.

"I like you like this… quiet", you commented, licking where you had bitten, eliciting a low whine from him, "It suits you, Shuntaro."

"Fuck…", was the only thing he managed to say when your hand tightened on his cock over his pants.

"How cute", you smiled, "Is your cock so hard because of your enemy, Chishiya?", you laughed at the snort the older one let out, squeezing his still covered cock, "How do you explain that to your friends?"

"Go fuck yourself."

You adjusted yourself over Chishiya's body and took off his jeans, leaving him only in black underwear. Your beautiful lips wrapped around the man's cock over the cloth and licked, eliciting a breathless groan from him.

"Fucking shit", Chishiya cursed, throwing his head back, shuddering when the hot mouth wrapped around the head of his cock covered by the cloth, "Baby girl… don't do that…", he asked softly, looking down at you who was staring at him from under you lashes. Chishiya had dark eyes, the unreadable expression and the bruises on his face, it was all so sensual. Your tongue flattened against his cock, saliva marked the cloth leaving it glistening against the light, pre-cum also marked the tip, "Shit. You have to… you have…", he couldn't talk with you licking him like that, you could feel his blood boil as you felt the pulse against your tongue, so hard and fast.

"If I give you a proper blowjob, will you shut the fuck up?", you asked with an expression of boredom.

"I do not promise anything."

And Chishiya laughed when you rolled your eyes. You could complain, but you were too horny to be against what was going on, so you just removed Shuntaro's underwear and slid your hands down his thighs, his hard cock pulsing gently against his beautiful abdomen. You lay back down, taking his cock in your hands, making him sigh.

You licked the length of the thick cock and moaned softly feeling the pulse directly against your tongue. Chishiya purred and laid his head on the pillows, bringing his hand to your hair, stroking and squeezing the strands tightly as his cock sank completely into your mouth.

Your head began to slowly rise and fall, the rhythm gradually increasing as the other's moans became more desperate.

"Fuck, kitten", moaned Chishiya, he called you that to annoy you, but now it was exciting and you hated it.

One of his hands was in your hair, tightening the strands in his fists, and the other held his cock, helping you to swallow it.

The moan that came out of Chishiya's lips made your eyes roll back in pure pleasure. You moved your head up and down, he could feel saliva sliding down his cock to his thighs. He moaned louder as your delicate hands caressed his balls.

"Shit", growled Chishiya softly, stopping your movements, panting heavily, "Lie down on the bed now… go, come on", he ordered impatiently.

You did as asked, laying down on the bed. Chishiya got on top of you and lay down between your legs, "I should just fuck your pussy and leave, but I can't resist a pretty little pussy like that, all wet and just for me."

And Chishiya began to undress you quickly and began to suck you off, making you moan loudly, making you squirm. The fucker knew what he was doing, he seemed to know how your body worked, he licked just the right place and made the biggest mess, his mouth completely covered with your pleasure.

"Shut the fuck up", Chishiya swore, "The whole building will know you're being eaten."

"Shhh", you silenced, grabbing his long blonde hair and forcing him to go back to licking you, "use your mouth for something worthwhile."

Chishiya laughed, "Slut", his strong hand covered your mouth with ease, "I should gag you, but look how beautiful you look with my hand like that…", his other free hand went to your neck and caressed it gently, fingers enveloped in skin, "So pretty at my mercy, you should think about being like this more often."

"Shut the fuck up", you commanded in a voice muffled by the big hand on your mouth.

Chishiya laughed, taking his hand away from your mouth, "Unbearable bitch", he whispered.

The blonde tightened your neck and went back to eating you out, he thought it would be better to choke you than cover your mouth for now, it made your moans more sly and he liked that.

“Chishiya", you whimpered, rolling your hips, not really wanting to sound that desperate.

And that drew a wry chuckle from him, "Moaning like that? Because of the enemy, princess? What are you going to tell your friends?"

“Shh”, you hushed again, your hands going to the blonde hair and you forced it down once more.

Chishiya laughed and accepted, he ran his tongue up and down the wet pussy, sucking the clit and sank his skillful fingers inside you, loosening you. You moaned softly, your fingers caressed his hair gently, it wasn't your intention, but it felt so good that you thought Shuntaro deserved a reward. The older man's hand didn't stop its back and forth movements, opening you for him.

Chishiya pulled away, brought his thumb to your clit and stroked in circular motions, “I need to fuck you.”

"Please."

It was the first time that had been said that night and it was said so delicately.

Wasting no time, Chishiya grabbed you around the waist and flipped you over on the bed, lifting your hips, leaving you completely exposed for his own benefit.

"What a nice little pussy", said the blonde, observing your wet pussy, spreading your lips with his fingers, "It's already all loose."

“Don't you shut up-”, your sentence was cut off when he spanked your ass.

“What were you going to say, kitten?”, asked the older one ironically, giving you another slap.

You whimpered, “Just fuck me, Shuntaro.”

“Of course, all for you, my sweetie.”

“If I wasn't so horny, I swear I would-”, and a long moan left your lips as Chishiya thrust his cock inside you hard, without giving you time to adjust.

"You swear what, baby?", he asked, his face leaning over your.

"I swear I'd kill you right now, Shuntaro", you stated clutching the sheets as your pussy was fucked mercilessly.

"I think it's funny that you think you could kill me", Chishiya whispered, biting your earlobe.

Chishiya held your waist, thrusting hard, but the pace was still too slow for your liking, "Faster, you motherfucker."

"Of course…"

And he obeyed such a crude request, starting to speed up his movements. Your moans started to get louder and louder, you were too lost in your own pleasure to control yourself.

It wasn't so loud that it would disturb the neighbors in the apartments next door, but Chishiya still chuckled softly and put his hand over your mouth.

"You'll wake up the whole building like that", he warned softly, continuing to thrust.

You just whimpered and grabbed the sheets as you were harshly fucked. Chishiya's hand gripped your hip tightly, squeezing the skin in his fingers, you were sure it would get purple.

"You're so hot", growled the man softly, his lips close to your ear, you shivered with those words, "I think that me talking doesn't bother you anymore, huh?", his hand on your waist slid down your skin down to your ass and squeezed the flesh.

"I'm still going to destroy your entire gang and take care of the entire city by myself", you stated.

"Do you think you can do it, baby girl?"

"I already do that, only you pretend to do something and get in my way."

He straightened his posture and took both of your hands, bringing them behind your back, squeezing your wrists into one hand to keep them there. His free hand went back to squeezing your ass and began to slap the skin.

Neither of them had any sense of time anymore, at that moment, they only knew that they were very close to an orgasm and that they hated each other so fucking much.

“Chishiya”, you purred, “I'm going to cum…”

“Me too", Chishiya stated.

“I- AH!”, you were going to say something, however Chishiya's hand that remained resting on your ass, which was already hot and red with the countless spankings, went down to your pussy and started to masturbate you quickly.

You twisted your arms trying to free yourself, but the blonde man was much stronger than you. It didn't take long for a ragged moan to leave your lips and you came on Chishiya's cock.

The older one chuckled softly and pulled out of you, letting go of your wrists. Shuntaro sat on his legs and jerked off briefly, his free hand gripping your ass, squeezing hard as he reached his climax watching his cum fall over the red skin. When he finally came, he lay down beside you and sighed softly.

“You're not going to sleep here”, you said, making the other open his eyes wide.

Chishiya groaned and got up, "I'm not going to sleep in this shitty place", he informed you as he sat down.

You laughed, "If you say so, I could have sworn I saw you dreaming, and dreaming of me still."

“God have mercy on you", he said as he searched for his clothes, “I'm still going to break both your legs.”

“Why don’t you break it now?”

“Because I got beat up and I just came”, the comment made you laugh putting your hand under your head to support it and be able to observe the other, “I'm not in full mental faculties.”

“If you say so", you said as the other dressed, “I guess I'll have to find a new place to live.”

"I would never attack you in your home, but if it makes you feel safe, it's not a bad idea."

“Do you think it would be viable for us to unite?”, you asked, sitting on the bed after a while of silence, Chishiya crossed his arms, “This third gang can't keep thinking we're accepting their presence.”

“If you're willing, I am too”, the blonde was sincere, “It's better to unite against a common enemy, but that's all it will be, after we get what we want, it's each one to one side, correct, kitten?”

“I wouldn't dream of doing otherwise, Shuntaro.”

“Do you have any plans in mind?”

“I have, I can tell it to you later. Could you give me your phone number?”, you asked.

The eldest smirked, “Are you in love now, kitten?”, you rolled your eyes, “Do you want to send nudes on my personal phone?”

"You don't give a minute of peace, how can you compete with me?", you questioned, rubbing your forehead, "It's so we can talk, fucking piece of shit."

"Oh, yes, of course."

You groaned and threw your phone at Chishiya for him to add his contact, and when he were done, he threw the phone back to you, "Fuck you from the bottom of my heart, Chishiya, see you in hell."

“I’ll wait for you there, princess.”

And with that said, Chishiya unlocked the door and left. Leaving you alone and naked in your bed.

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airbendertendou · 1 year

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you're so pretty it hurts ♡ arisu ryohei

synopsis ; arisu searches for usagi at a pool party, but finds an old friend instead.

content warnings ; alludes to sex / non-descriptive smut, sexual assault [and how it’s pushed away as jokes], virgin!reader, soft n sappy n sweet arisu ):

song inspo ; im yours by isabel larosa

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Ever since he lost Karube and Chota, he’d been thinking of you constantly. Parts of Arisu regretted dropping out of college — that was the only way he could see you, after all. But, it got too intense too quick ; got too overwhelming and crushing in all of the worst ways. Arisu missed seeing you and your sweet good mornings ; your attempts of helping him during class and the way you’d consistently invite him out.

“Arisu?” Usagi’s voice comes over the walkie-talkie in his hand. Static hits next and he’s officially back to reality — his new reality. “Do you see anyone?”

“A few people here have those bracelets on,” he replies. Each game they got closer and closer to whatever the Beach is. “They’re on the move! I’ll follow behind!”

Usagi and Arisu meet at a bridge, overlooking a lit-up hotel. Arisu breathes out heavily as he thinks of his fallen friends and what they couldn’t accomplish. We made it, Karube, he thinks. Thanks to you, we made it to the Beach.

And then he was hit over the head.

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You’re walking to the pool when you see someone familiar. He’s looking around anxiously, frantic and watchful in the same way he would be before a test. His hair is messy and damp, a bruise or two forming on his face. Yet, you still know who he is. His name leaves your mouth in a whisper as you stand completely still in the middle of the pulsing crowd. “...Arisu.”

“Ryohei. It’s Ryohei for you.”

With a grin — and in remembrance of what he’d told you years ago — you shout, “Ryohei!”

His head snaps to your direction immediately, surprise flickering across his battered face before he’s running to you. Arisu is panting as he stands in front of you, eyeing your disheveled appearance. His eyes linger on your swim shorts and how they seem a little tighter than necessary before he snaps his gaze away with a blush. “What are you doing here, [name]?”

“Same as you,” you shrug. Gently, you tug your old friend to a more isolated area, your hand dropping to hold his as the eyes around you vanish. “How are you doing, Arisu? Are you okay?”

He’s scowling immediately as his free hand pinches your nose, wiggling your head side to side while it’s in his hold. “You call me Ryohei.”

You hum, failing to hold your smile at his familiar antics. Arisu’s face drops with his free hand, smile soothing into something sadder. “You’re avoiding my questions, Ryohei.”

Smiling half-heartedly. Arisu looks away from you briefly with pursed lips. “I’ll tell you later. Right now, I’m looking for a… friend.”

Acquaintance felt more accurate to what he and Usagi were — game partners even more accurate. You raise an eyebrow teasingly and he’s quick to shove those thoughts out of your head. “Really — friends.”

Usagi is the one who finds him, walking up to both of you curiously while she zips her jacket up. Arisu moves to stand beside you, hands still locked as they sway between your bodies. “This is [name]! We knew each other in the other world. This is Usagi — we’ve been pairing up during games.”

You nod, smiling her way and watching her own hesitant smile break through. The two talk about things you don’t bother to listen to, grabbing a drink instead as you look for anyone you know. Making sure your friends — a loose term in this world —are still living is a vital part of your own survival. You need to know you aren’t going through this alone ; need to see the horror and pain stuck on someone else’s face.

A tug on your left hand brings you back to the duo as you sip on your drink. Arisu nods to a few empty seats with his chin before he leads you there. Usagi goes off on her own for more questioning, seeing who has theories and what they are. Arisu turns to you and just looks for a bit, taken aback by the lights that bounce off of your skin.

The thoughts that have been weighing you down recently pop back up. It’s no coincidence, either ; if you were talking about this with anyone, of course it’d be with Arisu. You gulp down the rest of your drink and turn to him abruptly. “Will you do me a favor?”

Arisu raises an eyebrow, watching as the smile on your face turns tense and wary. He scoots his chair closer to yours, leaning his head down so that you’re forced to meet his eyes. “Everything okay?”

“Being in this world…” your smile falters, tears building in your eyes. Arisu stiffens at the sight of how upset you are, grabbing both of your hands so that they’re clenched in his. “I’ve realized how many people take advantage of the prospect of no rules. My body is no longer mine ; my survival doesn’t only mean playing these games.”

The shaggy-haired boy gulps, his grip on your hands tightening slightly. “No one has…”

You let out a harsh laugh. You squeeze his hands briefly and drop your gaze to the ground. Slowly, you tell Arisu of the gazes that hit your body at every second ; you tell him of the harmless jokes and rancid laughter that echoes in your head when you can’t sleep. Arisu frowns when you describe the solidifying moment for you — that day you bent over and a group of guys stood behind you, shifting and moving against your body and laughing it off when you became upset.

“The militants aren’t the worst people here,” you say. Arisu has stayed silent, but his rage and disgust is building up terrifyingly fast. “Anyone and everyone can and will take advantage of me. And no one will help ; everyone just looks the other way when they hear screaming. So—”

Arisu tilts his head further downward and it makes you giggle. He grins at the sound, straightening up when you do. “So?”

“I’m scared I’ll be taken advantage of eventually ; scared someone will force me to be with them and hurt me when I say no.” Your fears are common, he thinks ; completely rational and it makes him sick that you have to think this way. Your next sentence is said after heaving in a deep, anxious breath. “I want you to have sex with me. I want you to be the first one I’m that intimate with.”

The world pauses. Arisu stares at you, blinking a few times before spitting out, “right now?”

It makes you cackle — how shocked and casual he sounds. Your head is thrown back in joy, eyes closed and lips curled up fully. Arisu pauses, gaze softening as he watches you. A grin is still painted on your lips as you finally sober up, taking his breath away once again. “Not right now, no. We’ll know when the time is right… That’s how the saying goes, right?”

“Something like that,” Arisu gulps. Usagi re-joins the two of you and it takes longer than it should for him to pry his attention from you. It reels in his head — over and over and over — I want you to be the first one that I’m intimate with.

Arisu shivers, suddenly feeling like every eye is on him.

—— ♧ ♡ ♢ ♤ ——

He doesn’t even remember how he got here. But, Arisu stands in the middle of yet another pool party, glowering at every swimsuit-clad person he sees. Usagi has made friends with a girl named Asahi ; she dragged you away to meet her new acquaintances and Arisu was left to himself.

Somehow, he’s able to hear your laughter over the music that’s pounding and his head swivels that way immediately. The lights at the Beach are bouncing off of your smile, shimmering over your skin and forming a halo over your entire body. His breathing stops — Arisu feels his tongue go dry just at the sight of you.

Before he knows it, Arisu has fought through the crowd and is standing in front of you. Pausing your dancing to glance at him curiously is what sets him off. Arisu is leaning in towards you, eyes fully closed and lips puckered — prepared to kiss the absolute life out of you.

“I’m losing my mind,” Arisu whispers against your lips. Your heart is racing as his fingers trail to your cheek, cupping it gently and running his thumb along your jaw. “It isn’t fair that you look this pretty in such an awful world. It isn’t fair that you are completely in control even after what you asked from me.”

You sigh, brushing your nose against his, “who says I’m in control, hm?”

You end up in your room, giggles swallowed by Arisu’s tongue. He’s frantic as he kisses you ; always keeping a hand on your face as you stumble around. The bed meets the bend of your knees as Arisu pushes you to it gently, panting against your cheek as he struggles to catch his breath. You turn your head for your own air and pause at the swinging door.

“Ryohei—” Arisu seemingly whines against your cheek at the sound of his name. You giggle again, not resisting the urge you have to pepper his face in kisses. “Silly. What do we do about the door?”

“Door…?” It’s then that he remembers a rule about the Beach — no privacy. Arisu sighs, closing his eyes and sitting up. You follow suit, biting your bottom lip as you look around your scarce room for something to keep the door shut. His eyes drift to a pile of torn and bloodied clothes on the floor, lighting up with an idea. He points to the cloth with a grin, “do you need those?”

A half-hearted ‘rope’ is made with the clothing, tied from the door handle of the bathroom to the main door. Arisu stands triumphant, a smug smile on his face as he holds his fists on his hips. He turns to you, cheeks heating as he sees how swollen your lips are ; how out of breath from his kisses you still seem to be.

“I’m not that experienced,” Arisu finds himself saying. He scratches the back of his head sheepishly, sitting on the bed so he doesn’t have to face you. “With— things. You can ask someone else if you want.”

You’re shaking your head before he can finish his sentence. Sitting beside him, you hold his left hand with your right, squeezing it briefly. “I chose to ask you because I trust you, Ryohei. You make me feel safe.”

Arisu is tearing up before he can stop himself, sniffling as he smiles down at the floor. You’re pushed back softly as he hovers over you, a bright grin broadcasted just for you. A kiss to your left eye, then right ; one to your nose before they’re bridged to your cheeks. And a final, promising kiss to your lips.

“Okay,” he breathes, “okay. I’ve got you.”

—— ♧ ♡ ♢ ♤ ——

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FIREWORKS THAT NEVER END

✩ a chishiya x reader where the memories of summer festivals never truly fade

You met Chishiya at one of the summer festivals held in your neighbourhood, when the two of you were about nine or ten.

The festival was alight with spun sugar and sheet cakes, a ferris wheel spinning slowly overhead as soft music danced on the wind. The air was dark yet summery; it was full of a condensed kind of warmth that came from a fairground full of people and laughter, with candy apples and crepes being shared among friends. Festivalgoers pattered happily past, their snatches of conversation drifting up into the afternoon sky.

You had gazed upon the scene with obvious envy, the singular candy apple in your hand seeming to highlight your solitude; you had only just moved into the area, and hadn't had the chance to make any new friends yet. Besides, most of the kids at the festival were accompanied by their families. Yours would never deign to come.

A small sigh escaped your lips. It was better to be here than home, you supposed, where the atmosphere was lively and bright. Your eyes did one more sweep of the fairground, searching for a place to perhaps sit and inconspicuously enjoy your candy apple.

It was then that you'd caught sight of Chishiya, sitting on the ledge of the stone wall that surrounded the fairground.

You were surprised to see him there, considering there was no way his father would have made an appearance at such a local event. Later on you would learn that Chishiya never spoke much about himself or his family, but even then you could tell something was off. Everyone knew who his father was, even you - Chishiya Shuntaro's father ranked among the highest medical professionals in the country. He had appeared many times on TV, his persona cold and clinical. He never seemed to act like he had a son, and this left little to the imagination about Chishiya's home life.

And sure enough, Chishiya was alone, chewing absentmindedly on some strawberry confection. His expression was so placid it astonished you - it looked as if he had been taught to show nothing on his face at all. His mask cracked, only slightly, when his eyes glimmered as he bit into a strawberry.

You glanced around the festival once more and then back at the candy apple you held, scuffing your heels against the ground distractedly. Could this be your chance to make a new friend? You frowned. But what would you even say to him? You had wanted someone to share festival snacks with, yet the infamous son of Japan's prized medic wasn't exactly who you'd been looking for. Besides, he looked busy enough with his strawberry crepe.

Perhaps you could go catch goldfish instead.

Ah! At this you recalled the orange goldfish booth, and its cardboard sign painted with bright letters that spelled out Free Entry for Groups of Two or More. You chew the inside of your cheek. You had a 100 yen coin, sufficient entry for one, but you hope that the tantalizing offer of free things would entice Chishiya to join you.

It felt as if the summer breeze was spurring you on, your small footsteps light on the ground until you stood before the blonde. His gaze flickered to you curiously but he said nothing, peering at you over his crepe. It seemed that Chishiya's eyes were a little more expressive than the rest of his face, inquisitive and flecked with light. He has pretty eyes, you remember thinking.

"Do you want to come catch goldfish with me?" you asked with a smile.

Chishiya simply stared at you for a moment before raising his brows in question, and you realised that you had entirely skipped the hi-my-name-is part of the interaction. Did that count as a grave social error? "Ah," in attempt to amend your mistake you waved in the direction of the goldfish stall, indicating the bright orange sign. "Groups of two or more get free entry," you explained.

Chishiya pressed his lips into a line after mouthing an ah of understanding, a slight frown creasing his forehead. He then took an agonisingly slow bite of his crepe, eyeing you as he munched the mouthful of strawberry confectionary. "Okay," he finally said, swallowing, "but why me?"

"Oh," you weren't prepared for this question. You shrugged, causing the fabric of your yukata to rustle around your shoulders. You didn't want to admit to him that you didn't have any friends yet because you still had some dignity left to lose, and so you fished around for a different answer. "Because...?"

You couldn't think of anything.

Chishiya's lips twitched in amusement, in a way that made you think he was rather enjoying watching you fumble for a response. Well, you weren't much further from rock bottom at that point, so you decided to change tactics. "Because I'll buy you a candy apple if you come with me?" you offered, hoping to sweeten the deal.

At this Chishiya huffed a laugh, leaning forward slightly from where he was seated on the ledge. "Are you bribing me?" he asked, but his eyes were glinting. You took this as a positive sign, and grinned.

"I am bribing you. Will you come?"

The blonde hummed, before his eyes flickered to the apple in your hand skeptically. "Didn't you want me to come with you to get free stuff? Spending money on me would defeat the purpose of my coming at all."

"Ah," you paused, mulling it over, "right. I mean, I don't have to buy you an apple."

Chishiya snorted again and hopped off the ledge. "Whatever. Get me another crepe and you'll have a deal." -

You watched in a rather dejected fashion as Chishiya scooped what seemed like endless goldfish into a water-filled bowl with his paper net. In hindsight, maybe you should've bribed someone else to come with you. The fish flickered around the pool like flashes of gold thread, unable to escape Chishiya's net.

"You're so good at this," you sighed. Your bowl contained but one little fish, the only one you were able to catch before you paper net disintegrated.

The blonde shrugged. An easy thing for him to do, as his bowl was brimming with fish. He scooped one more fish into his bowl as if to punctuate his nonchalance before withdrawing his net. "It's not that difficult."

You sadly held out your singular fish to him, and his lips twitched as if to conceal a laugh.

"Look, it's so lonely," you said mournfully. Your fish swam in a feeble little circle, backing up your claim.

Chishiya glanced down at your bowl with a strange sort of expression, something halfway between a laugh and a grimace, before transferring his gaze to his own. The comparison was clearly abysmal. He sighed, before holding up his bowl of fish out to you; you caught how the sleeves of his yukata were completely dry, while the tips of yours were slightly damp from attempting to catch goldfish. "You can have one of mine, if you want," he offered.

You smiled, somewhat surprised. "Really? But you caught them all."

"I don't need this many fish," Chishiya said, his tone amused. "To be honest, I don't see why you would either."

"Oh, I want to catch them all. You know Pokémon?"

The corner of Chishiya's lips tugged up into a half-grin, boyish and a little softer than his stony expression from earlier, and a glimmer of enchantment settled over you for a moment. You wondered what it would be like if Chishiya smiled, for real. He didn't look as if he smiled a lot, somehow.

You were further entranced when Chishiya attempted to decant a single fish from his fishbowl into your barren one, his dark lashes lowered and fluttering with concentration. It proved more difficult to successfully transfer the designated fish than expected - this time it was Chishiya's sleeves that suffered. Giggling, you cupped your hands around where the two bowls met to prevent further water spillage after he shot you a glare.

After much struggle, the fish eventually ended up in your bowl.

"Yes!" The two of you shouted triumphantly when the fish finally landed successfully into your bowl, victorious laughter tumbling off the tips of your tongues. Chishiya was smiling then, for real, but his expression quickly dropped when a few of the festivalgoers shot the two of you curious glances. You blinked, surprised at his sudden change in demeanor, and turned in time to catch a glimpse of the passersby as they retreated into the distance. Their hands were raised to their lips, set to whisper.

Like clockwork, Chishiya's face hardened and you managed to catch how his jaw set before he glanced away. In a rush, you remembered how well-known he must be within the neighbourhood.

"Hey," you nudged him softly, hoping to distract him. You lifted your fishbowl, in which the population had miraculously grown to two fish. "Why don't we name them? You name one, I'll name the other."

"Hm? Oh." Chishiya exhaled, passing a hand over his face, but he didn't turn you away. After a moment of silence he leaned in closer to you to observe the fish, brow slightly creased into a frown. When another lengthy silence ensued, you assumed that Chishiya had not been blessed with the great ability to name things.

"Crepe," he said finally, and you were unable to suppress the burst of laughter that escaped your lips.

"You want to name your fish Crepe?" You raised a hand to cover your mouth, shoulders still shaking gently with laughter. Crepe the Goldfish swam in an outraged circle. Chishiya arched a brow.

"Well, what's your fish called, then?"

You thought for a moment. "...Fish."

Chishiya snorted. "Fish?"

"It's accurate! Chishiya, don't laugh, that's disrespectful."

"Don't poke me, your sleeves are wet. Fish is so much worse than crepe."

"Shh! Fish can hear you!" -

All of a sudden, the night sky was exploding - but when you looked up, it was only raining coloured light.

Your breath hitched. "Chishiya! It's fireworks!"

The pops of light filled your vision like falling stars. You tugged Chishiya by his sleeve to the crowded plain of the fairground, wanting to get closer to the magic. Chishiya grumbled, telling you to slow down or you'd drop your fish, but he stumbled along with you nevertheless.

You had never seen fireworks before, but you had always wanted to; the more rural prefectures of Tokyo you had moved from tended not to hold these kinds of celebrations. So you watched the world glitter for the first time in your life, and it felt like the heavens were a little closer to you, just for a moment.

"I've never seen fireworks before," you breathed, dazzled. You shifted the fishbowl in your hands - the ceramic was cool against your skin, bringing you back down to earth. You turned to Chishiya, lit up with excitement. "They're so pretty! Do you get to see them every year?"

A beat of silence followed your words, and at first you thought that your voice had gotten lost amidst the clamour of festivities. But then Chishiya slowly shook his head.

"This is the first time I've come to one of these," he admitted. For a split second he was illuminated with light, specks of colour dancing across his face, before the fireworks blinked out. "So no."

"Really?" You tilted your head to the side in surprise. Surely, Chishiya had been to at least one festival before? After all, he had lived here longer than you. "How come?"

Chishiya shrugged, another gesture that was lost upon your vision in the darkness, save for the quiet rustling of fabric. "Most kids go with their parents," he said. "Mine would never come. I didn't see the point in going."

"Oh," you said, so soft you didn't know whether or not he could hear it. Another beat of silence, only longer that time. You felt your chest squeeze. The urge to take his hand overcame you - something your mother used to do to comfort you. She never really did it anymore, but the fond memory still lingered in your mind. Chishiya smiled wryly.

"Don't feel sorry for me," he said mildly. "I hate it when people do."

"Oh," you said again. "Uh...I wasn't."

This made Chishiya grin. "Good."

You couldn't help it - you grinned back. What you wanted to say was that you weren't pitying him, not at all. You too had come alone, left to your own devices as your parents took no notice of where you went. You doubt they even noticed you were gone now. But you couldn't find the words to tell him in a way that sounded comforting, less childlike, less pitiful. Your vocabulary just wasn't large enough yet.

So you didn't say it at all.

The last firework of the night whistled up into the air and burst, but Chishiya's eyes remained on you. The noise caused you to almost miss his voice, but you were able to catch the words take shape on the blonde's lips.

"Thank you," he murmured. Maybe it was all the noise going on around you, but you were sure that he was speaking a lot quieter than before. He gave you an idle smile. "I had fun today."

The fireworks might have been over by then, but Chishiya's words had the lights beginning to sparkle in your chest instead. At that moment, you realised that you'd just made your first friend since you'd moved. Gone was the hesitance you had felt upon first speaking with Chishiya - warmed with the happy glow, you gave him your biggest smile. "Me too!" -

It was the summer after your fourteenth birthday when Chishiya moved away. But just before he left, the two of you attended one last festival together.

You remember the chirp of faraway cicadas accompanied by the scent of sugar upon the air as you bit the inside of your cheek, incredulous. Chishiya had just broken the news to you. "You're moving away? But why?"

Chishiya shrugged. "My father thinks the schools here aren't good enough," he said. He sounded much too indifferent for such a crisis. "I'll still be in Tokyo. Just in a different ward."

You frowned. "But still...it'll be weird not seeing you anymore." You felt the sting of tears behind your eyes, and desperately tried to suppress them. Chishiya had borne witness to your tears many times before, like when you'd scraped your knee at ten or scored miserably on a test at twelve, but you thought that now you were fourteen you were too old to shed tears. This wasn't something you could patch up with a bandaid or offers to help you study, anyway. "Who am I going to thrash at coconut shy now?"

"I beat you at coconut shy every time we play, though." Chishiya leaned in closer, inspecting you. "Look, don't cry."

"I'm not!" You scrubbed at your eyes fiercely, trying to erase the evidence of the tears collecting above your lower lashes. Chishiya raised a hand to muffle his laugh, a rare sound that you had always sought to hear from him since your first meeting. "Shun, don't laugh! This is a serious matter!"

Chishiya grinned, lifting his hands as if to show surrender. "Okay, okay. Not laughing, see?"

You hit his shoulder weakly, giving a watery laugh of your own. He only grinned wider at the action. "I hate you," you said mournfully, not meaning it for a second. All you really wanted to do was to give him a big hug, but in all the years you had been friends you had grown to be cautious of touching Chishiya. He seemed to dislike physical contact, visibly tensing whenever you opened your arms for a hug. "You have to buy me three candy apples to make up for this."

"...I'll buy you two."

"Shuntaro!"

"Fine! Three." -

You and Chishiya stood under the fireworks once more, for the last time.

You had ended up giving in, the blonde purchasing only two candy apples - one for you and the other for himself. You found this rather odd, since you knew he much preferred strawberries and would have rather bought one of the crepes, but you said nothing about it.

The two of you had munched on the treats in silence, and in doing so you had recalled the numerous times you had shared such a moment with Chishiya before. What would it be like to come to the summer festivals alone once he had moved away? By then it had become like a tradition between you. You couldn't imagine him not being there next to you, chewing on some fruit confection with appreciative murmurs.

The fireworks exploded all around you, scattering the world with light. Purples and pinks and blues painted the night sky. It's so beautiful, is what you remember thinking - it was like a spell has been cast on you and suddenly you were nine again, a fishbowl in your hands and your eyes wide with wonder. Chishiya was beside you, and the world was right.

You just couldn't picture it being any different.

"Shun," you whispered. "It feels like the world is ending."

He turned to you, the inquisition in his brown eyes flashing with the glimmer overhead. His surprise faded quickly and a slight smile spread over his face, his eyes crinkling slightly with amusement. Your favourite smile on earth.

"Don't be silly," he said, "you'll be fine when I'm gone."

"But I'm going to miss you." You said sadly. Chishiya didn't give an answer, but laughed quietly in a way that said, you'll forget about me soon enough. The thought of such a thing happening brought an ache to your heart.

For a long time, the two of you stood in silence. Your eyes fluttered closed for a beat, then two. You focused on the feel of the night air cooling against your skin, the sounds of the firework display. If the world as you knew it was ending, then you wanted to commit this moment to memory.

Tentative fingertips brushed against the back of your hand. Your eyes blinked open. Chishiya's touch was ginger and ever so light, like a softly-spoken word, and you allowed him to take your hand without question. Your fingers intertwined and the warmth of his palm pressed against your own.

That's when you understood that Chishiya would miss you too.

You snuck a glimpse at the blonde out of the corner of your eye; if there had been light, you would've seen that the tips of his ears were dusted with pink. You looked away, mumbling into the darkness.

"You have to write to me every day, okay?"

"I think my hands would fall off if I did."

"That's what you deserve, you traitor. Alright, how about once a week?"

Chishiya paused. You could hear the grin in his voice when he spoke. "I'll see what I can do."

"I swear I had 500 yen in here somewhere," you grumble.

You sift through the numerous coats in your closet, checking all the pockets twice over. You vaguely recall, over the winter, having slipped a coin or two of change into your pocket. You give up and begin searching the floor of the closet; maybe you're lying to yourself and the 500 yen really doesn't exist, but it's summer and you want to buy ice cream. And money found in coat pockets means you're not eating into your savings, right?

"Huh," you push aside heavy fabric to find a cardboard box, tucked into the corner of your closet. You pull it out with a frown - you don't remember having put this box in there. When your fingers touch the lid, you find it is covered in a thin film of dust. The objects in it must be ages old.

But when you lift the box into the sunlight and slip off the lid, the memories come flooding back.

A stack of letters sits in the centre, tied up neatly with a blue ribbon. Oh, you think. You pull on the bow carefully and it easily comes undone, the ribbon fluttering down to the cardboard. The envelopes in the stack are thin and slightly creased, presumably from all the times you had read and reread them all those years ago. Of course. How could I forget?

You slip the top letter off the stack, turning it over to read the address. The characters are scrawling and written in thin graphite pencil, in that barely readable way you had always teased him for writing in.

It's been a while since Chishiya's written.

You slowly peel the envelope's flap open and slide the folded piece of Campus paper out of it, turning it over in your fingers. After that summer, when Chishiya left, you had kept up regular correspondence for about a year.

Chishiya had kept his promise, for the most part.

Back then, you wrote to him about everything - school, how Ms Yamagata the homeroom teacher left to teach in Sendai, how you missed him since Mozuki Tadashi moved into his empty seat. Though much less of a smartass, Tadashi was just not the same. Chishiya replied, with news of how his new school was, how his neighbours held too many barbecues, and to stop flooding his house with letters or he'd drown in the paper. You'd snorted upon reading that. Yet even so, his letters meant the world to you - they meant that he still kept you in mind, as you did him. But as you came to know, the world always ended one moment at a time.

This theory came into practice as time wore on, his responses growing fewer and further in between, his letters growing shorter each time. You began to dread the letter that would be his last. And once the snow began to melt from the trees, they eventually stopped coming.

You never knew why - you reasoned at first that maybe he was busy, and would write back to you when he could. You understood Chishiya's priorities better than most, and so you left it alone. But when months passed without word, you thought that maybe his letters had gotten lost in the mail, or postal services had been delayed; you'd even visited the post office yourself to ask if anything had come for you. But after many more months of waiting and a few more letters inquiring after him, you never got another envelope. You had been devastated. Despite the distance between you two, you were convinced that you would stay in touch.

You remember the last letter he'd replied to, where you had detailed the summer festival that year. You made sure to note that the crepe stall had been taken over by the former owner's daughter, who had given you a free crepe - you were pretty sure that was the only news he might be interested to hear.

In the last letter you received from him, he told you that they didn't hold summer festivals where he'd moved. It was a brief letter, like how all his most recent ones had become. You could tell that the graphite pencil he was writing in had worn down by how his words darkened towards the end of the letter.

That was when you were fifteen.

You wrote to him again, your final letter, when you were eighteen. Three years later. Your father had passed away of a chronic illness, and your mother shortly after from grief. They had always been more of a two-person unit, despite their child. You wrote that Chishiya was welcome to come to the funeral, if he was ever in the area; even though your family had remained detached from you, they recognised the blonde from the many times he had visited your place to get away from his own family. Of course, at that point you didn't expect him to reply, nor for him to come. And just like all the other letters, it went unanswered.

You startle slightly when a small pop sounds outside, muffled by the glass of your window, followed by multiple bursts of the same sound.

A sigh escapes your lips, brought back from your reverie. You let the letter flutter to your lap as you stretch your arms out behind your head. When the pops outside grow louder with every passing second, you quickly pack up the box again and put it back into your closet, wanting to check out the source of the sound. The moment of reminiscence is over. The noise sounds like fireworks, you believe, but that's strange - the festivals don't start for another week.

Speaking of which, you hadn't gone to a summer festival in a while, either. When was the last time you had gone? You can't seem to remember, exactly; Chishiya had always been at the back of your mind whenever the intention tugged at you. Hm, you clamber to your feet, maybe I should go again this year.

A few steps forward brings you to the window and you stare out of the glass panes, brows furrowing with confusion. Sure enough, the sounds are fireworks - what seems like millions of them, bright and dazzling against the clear blue sky. Your eyes flicker, the simple and familiar thought flitting across your mind. They're so pretty. You're hit with a sudden wave of nostalgia, taken back to a time when summer didn't feel so melancholic.

Maybe, you amend your earlier decision, maybe I could go visit now.

You'd just go to see the fairground, maybe buy a few candy apples if the stalls are still there. It would be nice, to see it again after all these years.

You grab a light coat before leaving, since you spot a gentle breeze lifting the leaves on the pavement outside. Upon shoving your hand into its pocket, you touch something metallic. You blink, pulling out the object.

Ah. There's your 500 yen. -

It's strangely quiet when you step foot on the fairground, save for the quiet whisper of trees and the fireworks still going on overhead.

The wind is soft and warm against your back as your gaze roams the grounds. The silence that has settled over the fairground becomes no mystery when you realise that you are the only person there. Are the grounds closed? But you're sure that it would be open at this time in the afternoon, when pink has not yet begun to melt into the sky, when it would usually be bustling with people.

You take a few steps forward, glancing around. The food stalls are all empty, the hand-painted banners fluttering gently in the breeze. Come to think of it, you hadn't seen anyone on your way to the fairground, either. You had just assumed it was a quiet day; empty streets weren't that uncommon in the warmer weather, where your neighbours would stay inside to keep cool in air conditioning, but an entire fairground is another story.

Your heartbeat picks up ever so slightly as you begin to make your way through the empty fairground. You walk slowly and cautiously, as if someone might pop out of the shadows at any minute. You find the candy apple stall, as silent as the rest of the grounds. There are still fresh apples in the display case, as if they had been made just this morning. You peer into the stall again once more hesitantly before taking one - after a moment's thought you leave your 500 yen coin on the counter, in case someone came inquiring after the missing apple.

Deciding to take advantage of the empty fairground you patter around the area aimlessly for a while, munching your apple. On your way you pass the stone ledge where you'd met Chishiya for the first time, the goldfish scooping stall, the plain where you had stood craning your neck to watch the fireworks. The plain is where you stop now - the fireworks are still going on above your head, so you thought you might as well watch them for a while.

You've never seen fireworks in the daytime, but no matter how many times you've seen such lights before, they're always able to recapture the magic you'd first felt upon seeing them. You breathe out, reliving those summer memories of tasting sugar and the coolness of the wind on your tongue. You are brought back to what you'd said to Chishiya all those years ago. It feels like the world is ending, you'd whispered. Though it seems childish, the unusual emptiness of the fairground feels like your words might be coming true, somehow.

"Perhaps the world really is ending now, hm?"

Somewhere behind you, someone voices your thoughts aloud.

Your pulse picks up as soon as the sound graces your ears. The voice is soft and lilted with amusement, carried on the wind. It's slightly different from when you'd last heard it, lower and maybe even a bit more aloof, but his tone is unmistakable. Your heart suddenly aches; you dare not believe it.

But then you turn around and Chishiya is there, right in front of you, a half-grin adorning his face like he'd never left.

As you stand there frozen, eyes wide, it feels as if you are viewing the scene as a third person; like you're watching the final scene of a movie, where the only two characters are you and him, before the credits begin to roll. The silk screen wavers as you utter a quietly incredulous laugh. Chishiya smiles, his eyes crinkling in the way that you loved so much. His eyes look darker, his expression harder, but his smile had always been your favourite.

You take a small, hesitant step forward.

Maybe the world is ending again, but it occurs to you that maybe it should be. With Chishiya, the world is always ending and beginning over and over, as rapid as green leaves on the summer breeze. Chishiya lets you tentatively wrap your arms around him into a hug, burying your face into the soft fabric of the white hoodie he is wearing. He was never one for physical contact but now he rubs small circles into your back, a chuckle in his voice as you tell him in a wavery tone how much you hate him. But of course, you don't; you could never bring yourself to. The unanswered letters of your youth drift away on the air current that tousles his blonde hair.

The world is ending again, but you think that as long as Chishiya is with you this time, it'll be okay.

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