daughter of Nirashiya

✮ Everyone around them assumes they "hate" each other because the baseline communication style is: ✮ "You're fucking useless." ✮ "Yet you're still here clinging to me. Tragic." ✮ Meanwhile they're sitting thigh-to-thigh on the couch sharing one blanket and one pair of earbuds.

✮ Codependency in the form of weaponised competence: ✮ Niragi: can cook, clean, deal with landlords, yell at customer service, fix anything with duct tape and spite. ✮ Chishiya: handles every single adult responsibility Niragi can't be assed to touch. Bills, deadlines, appointments, health stuff, all the documents. ✮ Neither of them actually knows how to function if the other is gone for more than a weekend.

✮ If Chishiya is late coming home, Niragi's already, chain-smoking through the balcony door, compulsively checking their shared location. The second the door opens: "You're late, asshole." He's already cooked dinner and kept it warm.

✮ Chishiya pretends to be unfazed but if Niragi doesn't answer his phone for a few hours? ✮ Rational brain: He's fine. ✮ Actual behaviour: Calling three times, then texting "If you're dead I'm not identifying the body" while already putting on his shoes to go look for him.

✮ Their beds are theoretically separate when they first live together. In practise: ✮ Week 1: "I passed out on your bed, move." ✮ Week 3: "It's cold. Shut up and share your blanket." ✮ Month 2: Niragi's bed is just storage now. Neither of them mentions it. ✮ Month 4: There is only one bed that's actually used and it's basically a nest of pillows, chargers, hoodies, and a laptop at the foot for Netflix.

✮ Niragi is the kind of clingy where his love language is physical contact + chaos. He'll sit on Chishiya's lap uninvited while he's trying to study. Knees bracketing his hips, back to his chest. "Your notes are boring. Touch my hair." ✮ Chishiya goes, "You're heavy," but his fingers are already in Niragi's hair, absently carding through it while reading.

✮ They have this feral household rhythm: ✮ Niragi blasting loud music and yelling at the game on his monitor. ✮ Chishiya half-sprawled on the bed or couch, laptop open, docs everywhere, just tuning him in and out like background noise. ✮ It's quiet when Niragi's not home, and Chishiya hates it. Won't admit it out loud, of course.

✮ Codependent sleeping habits: ✮ Niragi cannot fall asleep if Chishiya's not in the room. He'll lie there angry at the ceiling until he gets up to go drag Chishiya out of the living room. ✮ Chishiya passes out fine alone... but he sleeps lighter, wakes up more. When Niragi's there, heavy arm over his waist, leg thrown over his thighs, he goes dead to the world. His body just shuts down like, yeah, we're good.

✮ They share clothes shamelessly. Half their wardrobe is just an unspoken communal pile: ✮ Niragi in Chishiya's oversized hoodie with nothing under it, complaining it smells like "your weird hospital shit." ✮ Chishiya in Niragi's t-shirts and joggers, sleeves way too long, scoffing if anyone points it out. "Laundry day," he lies. It's not.

✮ Socially, they're each other's emotional support asshole: ✮ Niragi will not go to parties if Chishiya isn't going. "What, you think I like those people? You're my entertainment, dumbass." ✮ Chishiya uses Niragi as a buffer for every social situation. If he can't duck behind Niragi and let him pick fights or crack jokes, he's suddenly "busy" that night.

✮ They're both jealous in the most petty, quiet ways: ✮ Someone's getting too friendly with Chishiya? Niragi will just appear, sling an arm around his shoulders, and kiss the side of his head way too casually. "Need something?" Cue glare. ✮ Someone flirting with Niragi? Chishiya will simply observe from the couch, eyes flat, then wait until they're alone and murmur, "If you want to fuck them, I'll start looking for a new roommate now. I'm not splitting you." Absolutely deadpan.

✮ Fights are ugly and terrifying for both of them. ✮ Insults fly, doors slam. ✮ 30 minutes later they're both in separate rooms, vibrating with regret but too fucking stubborn to apologise first. ✮ Eventually one of them wanders in: ✮ Niragi: hovering in the doorway. "You eating or what?" ✮ Chishiya: not looking up. "You burnt it?" ✮ Then they're back to sharing food on the couch, thigh against thigh, tension bleeding out slowly as if nothing happened.

✮ Their phones: ✮ Niragi under some stupid nickname in Chishiya's contacts like "Menace #1" with a black heart. ✮ Chishiya as "My Problem" or "Short King" in Niragi's, with 20+ pinned message threads and a photo that's clearly secretly candid.

✮ If Niragi is spiralling, buzzing, can't sit still, Chishiya just drags him onto the bed, straddles his hips and pins his wrists down. Calm, bored tone. "You done?" And Niragi's jaw is clenched, eyes hot. The second he stops fighting, Chishiya slides off and pushes a bottle of water into his hands. "Drink. Then you can scream into my chest instead of at the neighbours."

✮ If Chishiya is burning out, spaced-out, snappier than usual, Niragi goes this weird soft thing: ✮ Shuts his laptop mid-sentence, pulls him away from the desk, drops him on the couch and throws a blanket over him. ✮ "You're done. I'm ordering food. You can play corpse until it arrives." Also absolutely the type to climb on top of him like a weighted blanket until Chishiya stops tensing.

✮ Sex absolutely feeds their codependency: ✮ Niragi needs hands on him constantly, needs Chishiya's tongue in his mouth, teeth on his neck, his cock deep and steady, fucking him until his brain goes blissfully blank. The only time he really shuts up. ✮ Chishiya likes having Niragi all pliant and wrecked under him, marked up, slick and messy, whining for more like a slut. "You begging already? Pathetic." But he gives him exactly what he's begging for, every single time.

✮ Aftercare is clingy as hell: they shower together, share one towel, end up in bed with Niragi half on top of him, hands wandering, lazy kisses until they pass out. Separating after fucking feels wrong. They don't do it.

✮ They're so used to each other's bodies it's disgusting: ✮ Chishiya can tell if Niragi's about to get sick by the way his skin feels under his palm, the heat of his neck. Will quietly stock up meds before Niragi even notices. ✮ Niragi knows when Chishiya's lying about being "fine" because his jaw gets tight and he digs his nails into his own palms. Niragi just takes his hand and laces their fingers, squeezing until the tension eases.

✮ Adult modern codependence extends to stupid little things: ✮ Grocery runs are always together. If one goes alone, the other is on voice call the entire time like a long-distance spouse. "Which brand of lube did we get last time?" in the middle of the aisle. ✮ They share streaming accounts, passwords, notes app, sometimes even bank info. Because at some point their lives just... merged.

✮ Everyone around them: ✮ "Are you two dating or...?" ✮ Niragi: "We're just roommates." ✮ Chishiya: "Mm. Very close roommates." ✮ They say it like a joke, like they know exactly how insane it sounds. And they do. And they don't care.