The Borderlands at night were too quiet. That silence—unnatural, heavy—seeped into the walls, through every cracked window and half-lit alley. Out there, the air always smelled faintly of smoke, of burning that never quite reached its source.

In here, it was just him.

Chishiya sat on the battered couch across from you, one leg crossed neatly over the other, hair falling in a pale curtain against his cheek as he thumbed through a deck of cards he’d lifted from who-knows-where. He wasn’t playing, not really—just shuffling them idly, sharp eyes tracking the rise and fall of your chest while pretending he wasn’t.

You knew him by now. Knew his habit of watching when others thought he wasn’t. Knew the way his smirk never revealed the whole story, just the part he wanted you to believe.

But what you knew most was this: under all that foxlike cunning, Chishiya loved control. He wielded silence and smirks like weapons, twisting situations to suit himself. He lived on the edge of smug detachment, untouchable, always above it all.

Which is exactly why you’d started to wonder what would happen if you pressed the right way—if you cut past that armor.

You lay back on the mattress, stretching out, watching him. His gaze flicked up, caught yours, then dropped back to the cards like nothing. But the corner of his mouth twitched.

“You look bored,” he said, voice smooth, almost lazy.

“Maybe I am,” you answered, rolling onto your side, propping your head on your hand. “You’re not very entertaining.”

He chuckled, soft and sly. “Depends who you ask.”

You let your eyes trail over him deliberately, slowly enough for him to notice. “I think you could be.”

His smirk deepened. He set the cards aside, tilting his head at you like a predator humoring prey. “Oh? And what would entertain you, exactly?”

You didn’t move at first. You let the silence stretch, thick as molasses, before answering: “You.”

That single word cracked the calm in his eyes. It was fleeting—less than a second—but you caught it, the flicker of surprise he smothered almost instantly.

Chishiya rose, crossing the distance with his usual unhurried grace, stopping just at the edge of the bed. He looked down at you, unreadable, pale hair falling over his brow. “You’re bold.”

You smiled faintly. “You like bold.”

The fox mask twitched again. Then, with deliberate slowness, he sat on the edge of the mattress, one hand braced on either side of your body. “Show me,” he murmured.

You shifted, pulling him down until your lips brushed his. He kissed like he did everything—calculated, precise, but devastatingly effective. His mouth pressed against yours, cool and soft, before parting just enough for his tongue to slide against yours, stealing the breath from your lungs.

When you pulled back, panting faintly, you whispered against his lips: “Good boy.”

The reaction was instant. His fingers tightened against the sheets, grip twitching. He tried to smirk through it, but you felt the catch in his breath, saw the way his pupils dilated.

You kissed along his jaw, slow, deliberate. “Always so clever. Always in control. But I think you like it more when someone tells you you’ve done well.”

A soft groan escaped him, muffled against your neck where he buried his face. He didn’t answer—wouldn’t—but his body betrayed him, cock hardening against your thigh, the rhythm of his breathing uneven.

You slid your hands under his shirt, palms skimming the lean muscle of his torso, nails dragging lightly over his skin. “You’re doing so well for me, Chishiya. Letting me see the real you.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, but his voice was rough, strained. He kissed you again, harder, like he could smother the words with his mouth.

You let him, for a while—let him press you into the mattress, let his hand slip between your thighs, fingers teasing the damp heat already pooling there. He worked you with practiced ease, circling your clit, slipping two fingers inside until you arched, moaning. His smirk flickered back, faint but triumphant.

“Still think I’m not entertaining?” he murmured.

You gasped, clenching around his fingers, and whispered breathlessly, “Such a good boy.”

His composure shattered. He groaned low, forehead pressing against yours, hips grinding down into the mattress helplessly. You felt him, hard and needy through his pants, rutting against you without his usual control.

You caught his chin in your hand, forcing him to look at you. His eyes—usually sharp, sly, calculating—were dark, wild, stripped bare.

“Say it again,” he demanded, voice almost broken.

“Good boy,” you whispered.

He surged forward, mouth crashing against yours, desperate now. He pulled at his clothes with frantic hands, shoving pants down just enough to free his cock, flushed and slick at the tip. He ground against you roughly, spreading your wetness, shuddering when you moaned into his mouth.

Then he pushed inside.

The stretch made you cry out, his cock sliding deep, filling you until you trembled beneath him. He groaned, the sound guttural, his head falling to your shoulder.

“Fuck,” he gasped, voice raw.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, nails raking down his back. “That’s it. You’re doing so well.”

His rhythm faltered, hips stuttering at your words. He buried his face against your neck, moaning openly now, body jerking with every thrust. He was usually so composed, so measured—but under your praise, he was undone, needy, desperate.

You whispered it again and again, between gasps and moans, letting the words seep into his skin like fire. “Good boy. So clever. So perfect inside me.”

His thrusts grew erratic, rougher, his breath ragged. His hand slid down to your clit, rubbing furiously, needing you to come with him.

The pressure built sharp and fast, coiling deep in your belly until you broke, crying out his name as your orgasm tore through you. Your body convulsed around him, walls squeezing tight.

That was enough to drag him over the edge.

“F-fuck—” he groaned, his hips slamming into you one last time before he came, cock pulsing, spilling hot inside you. His whole body shuddered, breath catching on a moan muffled against your skin.

For a long moment, the room was silent except for your breathing—yours fast and uneven, his low and shaky. He collapsed against you, trembling faintly, sweat dampening his hair.

When he finally lifted his head, his smirk had returned—but it was weaker now, softened. “You talk too much.”

You brushed his damp hair back from his forehead, smiling. “And you love it.”

He chuckled under his breath, collapsing beside you, arm draping lazily over your stomach. His eyes slid shut, but not before you caught it—the faintest ghost of vulnerability still flickering there.

You leaned in, whispered softly against his temple: “Good boy.”

And this time, he didn’t tell you to shut up.

Nicknames

He'd definitely have a few for you

"My love" would be the one he calls you the most. Especially after the two of you had made love.

Or before the two of you leave the house for work. In the borderlands when the two of you part ways for different games he'd say "until we meet again, my love."

"My dear" he'd call you around his friends. He would find it affectionate and also modest enough where it wouldn't make his friends cringe. They may tease him and call him "old" but he would just laugh, because he'll never deny his love for you and you are truly darling to him.

"Honey" is what you're called by Kyuma when you're sick or upset. When you're sick and have been in the bathroom for awhile, you'll hear a soft knock on the door. "You've been in there awhile now, honey. Are you alright?" Hell ask you gently from the other side.

A bad day at work or a rough game you just cleared, he'll gather you in his muscular arms and whisper gently "I'm here, honey. I know you feel defeated but you are so strong."

"Good girl" is what he calls you during sex. Especially when you're going down on him. 😈😈

Protection

No doubt would this man protect you.

You are the most precious thing he has in his life.

In the borderlands he'd never let you out of his sight. Of course he'd let you have your freedom if you asked for it. He'd hate it, but he'd let you because thats how much he loves you. (Not that you'd want freedom from him or anything..)

During a game if an angry/aggressive player approaches you Kyuma will step in front of you and calmly reason with the player to get him or her off your hands. If that doesn't work, he'll break out of character and push them away in attempts to protect you. Causing a fight if necessary, although he perfers to keep the peace, for you he'd do anything to keep you safe.

Sex

He would be a gentleman no doubt. He would focus on pleasuring you first by going down on you. He loves the feeling of your fingers in his hair as he eats you out. He is extremely talented with his tongue and he won't stop until you cum.

Something about when you read turns him on. He'll watch you quietly as he slides his hand up your thigh slowly. He smirks when you giggle before he starts to kiss up your neck and slide his hand into your pants. He whispers how beautiful you are and praises you for already being wet for him once he gets his hand under your panties.

He'll caress your face gently before pulling your head close to his dick. He praises you with his deep groans and calls you "good girl."

He doesn't get offended or angry if you don't want to swallow, but when you do it turns him on and he usually can go for another round or two after.

He loves when you ride him. He likes to be in control but he perfers to watch you as you ride his dick. He loves seeing your face as he pleasures you good. Your eyes are half lidded and your mouth formed in a cute "O" shape can get him to cum almost instantly. Having you in this position also gives him easy access to grab your boobs or your ass.

He would be into spanking no doubt (I just see it😬) he will smack your ass as you ride him or when he's about to cum.

You are obsessed with his naked body and don't care that he shows it all the time. You aren't a nudist like him, and he respects your choice. He's actually fond that you're not, because it gives him a tease of what your body looks like under all those clothes, which he LOVES taking off of you whenever the two of you get intimate.

Jealousy

He wouldn't be jealous at all. He trusts you completely and is very loyal to you.

He is protective, yes. But if he sees you talking to another man, he wouldn't think anything of it. He's confident in himself and the relationship that he has with you. He knows how much he means to you and how much you love him.

He would never question you or your loyalty to him.

Care

In and out of the Borderlands he would take amazing care of you. You are and always will be his first priority.

Out of the Borderlands, he will always take you on tour with him whenever your work allows it. His friends love you and you are fully supportive of them and his band, and his relationships with them.

Whenever you're sick he will always try to cancel a show or a tour so that he can be there to take care of you. Even whenever you deny it and encourage him to go, he won't listen. He'll make you homemade soup and go to the store despite the time and get you medicine or whatever it is you want/need. Your comfort and happiness is everything to him.

In the Borderlands whenever you're injured from a game, he is right at your side aiding your wounds and telling you how brave and strong you are.

He will then embrace you with his warm muscular arms until all the tears from your pain have dried from your eyes.

I'm not sure if anyone gets sick in the Borderlands, but If they did he would care for you the same way as he did in the real world. Getting you medicine, cooking for you, and make sure that you're getting plenty of rest.

At nights when you can't sleep in or out of the Borderlands, he'd stay up with you despite how tired he might be.

He'd listen to every thought that you have on your mind as he rubs his thumbs gently into your palms, doing everything he can to soothe you to sleep, including rubbing your back and snuggling the crap out of you.

Let's face it. With that body, Kyuma is one hell of a cook. Out of the Borderlands he will always be cooking for you and him. He enjoys cooking for you and even more making sure you're healthy and have the proper nutrition.

He loves whenever you join him when he goes to the gym but he never forced you to go when you're not up for it. And he loves your body no matter what you do.

He enjoys taking long baths with you. He'll wash your back and your neck and kiss your shoulders gently. Then he will rub your back, rubbing out all the tension away with his strong hands. Your soft sighs and moans will turn him on, and he laughs whenever he feels his errection poke your back or ass. This then leads to the two of you fucking in the tub. 🤭

That's all for now! I hope you enjoyed! Sorry If it was a bit short 😅 my first Kyuma fic hehe😍 I might make another one in the future buuuuttt...I'm tempted on writing more chishyia fics because this man Is taking over. I'm a sucker for a man with intelligence

anyways thanks for reading! If you'd like to be tagged for future AIB fics let me know! 🥰

Bye for now! 😚❤

(Here is link to my Chishyiaxreader fic if you haven't read yet! There will be a part 2 soon!)

The camp is barely breathing. Night has folded over the Borderlands like a soot-stained blanket; smoke drifts from the last barrel fire, curling into the heavy heat. Everyone’s asleep or pretending to be. You sit with your knees drawn up, watching the orange die out in the embers.

Footsteps scrape over concrete — slow, certain, the weight of someone who doesn’t need to hurry. You don’t have to look up to know it’s him; his presence lands before his voice ever does.

Aguni smells of the day’s ruin long before you see him. Ash, sweat, rain trapped in his hair, the raw metallic tang of gun oil. You hate that you recognize it instantly, that your pulse lifts for it. When he stops beside you, the air changes: heavier, thicker, edged with heat.

“You should sleep.” His voice is gravel dragged through a low hum.

You glance up, half a smile. “You’re not.”

He shrugs out of the vest clinging to him, and the movement sends a wave of scent your way — damp fabric, salt skin, smoke. It’s sharp enough to sting, rich enough to pull something loose in your stomach. You look away fast, pretending to watch the fire.

Aguni lowers himself beside you, elbows braced on his knees. The quiet between you is the kind that swallows the world. His breathing is rough around the edges, and every exhale brings another drift of that smell: heat, exhaustion, the bite of survival. You catch yourself inhaling deeper.

He notices. Of course he does. One dark brow tilts, almost amused. “Something wrong?”

You shake your head. “You smell like smoke.”

He huffs a laugh, soft but real. “Everything does here.”

Not like this, you think. Not like you.

The wind flickers; his shoulder brushes yours. The contact is brief, enough to taste the salt of him in the air. You wonder if he knows how close you are to leaning in, to letting your nose find the hollow of his throat where his pulse hides. You wonder what he’d do if you did.

“You’re staring.” You flinch. “Am I?”

His mouth curves faintly — not a smile, more the ghost of one. “You look like you want to say something.”

You want to say you could drown in the way he smells right now. You want to ask how he carries the scent of the world ending and makes it holy. But instead you murmur, “You should wash up. You’re covered in blood.”

He glances down at his forearm; the smear there is already drying to rust. “Later.”

The word lands low, rough. Later. After he sits here with you. After you’ve forgotten that everything outside this firelight wants you dead.

Your throat tightens. You shouldn’t breathe him in again, but you do — slow, deliberate, lungs aching for it. He catches that, too. The air thickens. His gaze drops to your mouth, then back up. You see the moment he understands.

When he speaks, his tone gentles but doesn’t soften. “You really like the way I smell.”

It isn’t a question.

You could deny it. You don’t.

He leans closer until your knees touch. The world narrows to heat and breath and the heady mix of him — wood smoke, worn leather, something animal beneath. His fingers find your chin, tilt it up; the pad of his thumb grazes your lower lip. You breathe him in, helpless.

He doesn’t kiss you yet. He just watches the way you inhale, slow and greedy. “Tell me.”

“It’s—” your voice breaks. “It’s the way you smell after a fight. Like you came back alive.”

His eyes flicker. The hardness in them fractures for a heartbeat. “And you like that?”

You nod. The truth hums through your bones. You like that he smells like blood and sweat and heat and that you’re close enough to memorize it. You like that it makes you feel real.

Aguni’s hand slides to the back of your neck, broad and calloused. His thumb strokes the hinge of your jaw, slow, grounding. He leans in until his breath brushes your cheek. “You shouldn’t.”

“I know.”

But when he exhales, the scent of him fills your mouth, and reason evaporates. Your fingers catch in his shirt. You pull him that last inch, until your forehead meets his.

For a long time neither of you moves. Just breathing each other. Every inhale is a confession. Every exhale, a surrender.

Finally, he whispers, “You’re trembling.”

You laugh, small, unsteady. “So are you.”

His shoulders rise, fall. “It’s been a long time since anyone wanted me for something this human.”

You could answer, but the words dissolve against the sound of the wind. He shifts, and suddenly you’re against his chest, his arm circling you. The heat of him pours through the thin cotton between you. His skin smells of steel and rain, and underneath that, something sweet, like cedar.

You breathe him in again, deeper. The scent floods you, settles behind your ribs. You feel him tense, then sigh as if it costs him.

“Keep breathing,” he murmurs. “If it helps.”

It does. Each inhale steadies you. The longer you stay pressed to him, the more the world outside fades — the sirens, the games, the blood. There’s only his scent, heavy and alive, marking the air around you.

He tips his head down, the side of his face brushing your hair. “You smell like rain,” he says.

“Is that good?”

“It’s dangerous.”

The words rumble through his chest into yours. You can feel the vibration under your palms, feel how close you are to something that could undo both of you.

Your fingers find the edge of his collar. You whisper, “Maybe I like dangerous.”

His answering breath is a rough laugh, half warning, half surrender. Then his mouth finds the corner of your jaw — not a kiss, more a claiming of space. The scrape of stubble, the warmth of skin, the slow drag of breath. He lingers there, breathing you in the way you’ve been breathing him.

When he speaks again, it’s against your pulse. “Now I smell like you.”

The admission sends a shiver through you. You press closer, greedy for it, for the mix of him and you, the scent of survival braided with something almost tender.

He holds you tighter, nose buried in your hair. “This is what keeps me alive,” he says quietly. “Not the guns. Not the fights. This.”

The fire snaps, scattering sparks. Outside, the night hums with distant danger, but here, wrapped in the heat of him, you only breathe. The scent of sweat, salt, smoke — and a heartbeat beneath it all. You breathe until it’s part of you, until you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

When dawn comes, the first light finds you still against him, his jacket draped around your shoulders. The world will wake soon, brutal as ever. But for a few stolen breaths, you let yourself exist in this small, secret thing — the scent of a man who survived, and the quiet proof that you did too.

Everyone laughed and pointed at you as you slowly made your way to Kunia.

"Y/N are you okay?"

"Just a little wet." You tremble wrapping your arms around yourself. "I guess I wasn't paying attention again..."

"Let's go sit and find something to dry you off with!" She placed a hand on your shoulder and gently leads you over to a vacant area of lounge chairs.

"Hmm...no towels..." she mutters, crossing her arms.

"Aw nuts." You sigh, taking a step back. Unfortunately bumping into someone because again, you weren't paying attention.

"Ah! I'm sorry!"

You turn around seeing Chishyia, your heart fluttering instantly. He looked so cute in his white hoodie, especially with his hoodie on.

"A bit cold to go swimming, y/n?" He asks, his lips slowly forming into a smirk. That mocking smirk you loved so much.

You shrug, too embarrassed to tell about your little incident with that couple.

"I-its never t-to c-cold to go swimming!" You say through chattering teeth. You wish you could disappear right now, to Chishyia you must of looked so lame.

He was always so calm and collected, while you were all over the place and loud. It was a miracle you've survived as long as you have in the borderlands.

"Is it now?" He questions, his smirk not leaving.

"I'll leave you two be." Kuina says, giving you a wink before she walks off back into the hotel.

Now you really wanted to disappear. Alone with Chishyia?

"Sorry..." is all you can mutter. Your cheeks heated up, you couldn't look him in the eyes.

You hear the sound of a zipper, causing you to look up at chishyia.

"Why are you apologizing? For being a klutz?" Chishyia grins at you, as he takes off his hoodie now leaving him...completely shirtless.

For being as lean as he is, you noticed some muscle to his chest and arms. He was toned and looked so soft.

"Uh....uh...."

That was all you could say and all you could do was stand there drooling over this man. The two of you have met in a spade game, during that awful game of tag. Neither of you had spoken to each other and you were unaware of Chishyia's eyes on you. He watched your every move during the game and he came back for you when you had tripped over your own foot and fallen. You thought you were a goner, but he had helped you up to your feet and crammed you into the elevator with him before the tagger could spot the two of you.

You had fallen in love with him ever since, and he has with you.

"I have to dress you now too, I see?" Chishyia says, more to himself as he wraps his sweatshirt around you.

You nearly sigh as you were welcomed by a warm hug. It smelled like him. He smelled slightly like lavender and vanilla. Which you weren't sure how, since everyone at the beach had the regular soap and mint scented shampoo at the beach.

"Th-thank you..." you say, bunching up the sweatshirt In your hands as you rub your face against the soft material.

Chishyia stares at you with his usual stoic expression, he was trying to fight back a laugh. You were just too cute. There were times when all he could do was walk away from you whenever you had your moment of clumsy or awkward. He loved that about you. There was never a dull moment. You were special and he wanted to keep you safe always.

"I like you, y/n." He blurted out, surprising you and himself.

You froze, dropping the sweatshirt back to your waist. If your face wasn't red earlier, it definitely was now.

"Is that a joke?" You frown, knowing lots of members at the beach liked to tease you. You may have been clumsy and gullible, but you still knew when to bring your walls up.

"No." He smirks slightly down at you. He didn't know what else to say, he was never good at sharing his emotions and how he felt. All he could do was shove his hands in the pockets of his swimsuit.

"But I'm so...me...and you're so....you!" You sputtered, mentally smacking yourself in the forehead from how stupid your response was.

"And?" He waits patiently for you to continue.

"And...I like you too?" It comes out more like a question.

"Are you sure?"

You can only nod.

This man actually liked you? You!? The two of you were polar opposites. Not that you were stupid but you weren't nearly as intelligent as him. This man cleared several games including diamonds on his own. He was reserved and never shared his feelings with anyone, except you.

"Wait. Are you sure?" You widen your eyes.

"Am I ever not sure?"

He steps closer to you, wanting nothing more than to hold your hand, embrace you, something. He just couldn't find himself to do it. It's not that he was shy, he just wasn't good with affection.

Almost as if reading his mind, you threw your arms around him in a tight hug. You knew if he wouldn't hug, then you sure as hell would.

Half the men at the pool area had their eyes on you and Chishiya didn’t like it one bit. The one thing that Chishiya couldn’t stand about you was that you were OVERLY friendly with EVERYONE at the beach. 

It was completely out of character for Chishiya to be jealous of ANYONE and he hated the feeling. He has always been successful and proud why is it that some pretty girl makes him feel completely flustered?  

Damn you y/n, Chishiya thought knowing he will have to step in and get any sleeze bag who decides to throw themselves at you away. 

It didn’t take long either, here you were talking with some man in a lame bathing suite who had the posture of a freaking sloth. 

Chishiya couldn’t hear over the sound of the tacky music but by how this man  was looking at you, he wanted way more than a friendly conversation. 

His cheeks began to burn and a muscle under his eye ticked as he watched you bat your eyelashes at the man and become a giggling mess. You didn’t even know him? Why were you selling yourself short? 

“Y/n.” 

Chishiya was at your side in a heartbeat and ignoring Kuina as she wagged her eyebrows at him savagely. She knew Chishiya’s crush on you and she claimed that she refused to die until the day she sees the two of you hook up. 

“Hi Chishiii...” You drawl, a little hiccup squeaked out from your lips as you throw your arms around him in a sloppy hug. You may have been a tad bit drunk. 

Chishiya remained unphased on the outside but hoped to God that you couldn’t feel his heart that was pounding. Your sweet berry-vanilla like scented lingered around him as you began to nuzzle your face against whatever part of his chest that wasn’t covered by his hoodie. 

“You’re drunk. It’s time for bed.” Chishiya states, sending the man in front of you a death glare. 

He scowled in response but sulked off to Chishiya’s liking. 

“I don’t want to go to beeedddd....” You murmur followed by another hiccup. 

Okay that was cute, Chishiya thought trying his hardest to fight off a grin as he wraps an arm around your waist. 

“Too bad.”

Was his reply as he ushers you away from the crowed and toward the hotel lobby, he didn’t have to look to know that Kuina was grinning from ear to ear at the sight of you two together. 

He ignored your complaining and pouting as he led you to his hotel room, that was enough to get you to stop. You weren’t drunk enough to know that this wasn’t your room. 

“Waaaaait why are we here?” You ask Chishiya from behind. 

You completely failed at hiding a smirk as the fact of being alone with the man you were crushing on was real. 

“So I can keep an eye on you.” Chishiya replies, he turns to look at you. “You attract too much attention here.” 

You flash him a pretty smile that turns his heart to butter. 

“I know....”

“It needs to stop.” 

Dang his protective side is sexy, You thought to yourself. Or is it his pissed off side? 

You could hear the venom in his voice and although his face remains stoic, his body language was stiff. 

“Are you mad at me?” You ask, taking a step closer to him. 

“Yes.” He replies almost instantly. 

“Well did you ever think that I was trying to get your attention by flirting with other men?” 

You slowly run your hands up his chest making Chishiya swallow.

“You could just flirt with me.” 

“Can’t you see that I am?” 

You encircle your arms around his neck slowly as you close the distance between the two of you. Chishyia’s cat shaped eyes lock onto yours.

“Cat’s got your tongue?” You giggle, but you don’t give him time to answer before you press your lips against his.

Chishiya doesn't hesitate and kisses you back. His anger melts away from the feel of your lips pressed against his. You tasted like alcohol but he didn't really care.

As soon as the kiss started, it ended to Chishiya's disappointment.

"You know..." You whisper, as you wonder over to his bed slowly. "If you wanted to kiss me...you can just ask."

I'm sorry if this sucked, I think I sprained my wrist (from being so clumsy), so it's been difficult for me to write 😔 I hope this one didn't suck, I've felt so bad for not writing in awhile 😔

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During your visit to the Borderlands you would do everything in your power to avoid spade games. It was hard to find the right medication for your heart in the apocalyptic world, so you would do your best and avoid any physical activity. It was tough and there were days where you thought you wouldn’t make it, especially being forced to flee during the King of Spades game. 

Yet here you were, for your monthly checkup. It turned out your doctor had recently retired and the hospital had recommended Doctor Chishiya to you, he was one of the best doctors but that wasn’t why his name sounded so familiar. 

“He should be with you in just a moment.” The nurse adds, offering you a polite smile before she closes the door behind her.

Leaving you alone in utter silence. 

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

L/n, Y/n, Chishiya thought to himself as he made his way to the exam room that you were currently in. He could have sworn he’s met you before. He gives the door a gentle knock to alert you of his presence.

“Come in!” You answer from behind the door. 

The sound of your voice made his heart flutter, it sounded familiar to him too but how? Dismissing his own confusion, Chishiya slowly opens the door and steps inside the exam room. His cat shaped eyes fell directly on you, there you sat on the exam table with your hands folded in your lap. 

You gaze at him quietly taking him in. Those cat eyes…the white hair…where have you seen this man before?? 

“How are you?” Chishiya greets you casually, as he walks over to his desk to turn on his laptop. 

“I’m good…you?” 

“Good…I see you’ve been assigned as  my patient due to your heart arrhythmia, correct?” Chishiya glances up at you from behind his computer screen briefly. 

You nod slowly. “Doctor Suzuki retired last month…” 

Chishiya nods back quietly before returning his gaze to your records. He scans them briefly before he pulls up his notes. 

“You are still on amiodarone, correct?” Chishiya asks you. 

“Yes.” You reply. 

“Good, how is that working for you?” 

“It’s great. I’ve been on it most of my life.” 

Chishiya nods, acknowledging the notes on your records posted from your previous doctor. 

“How is your diet?”

“I would like to listen to your heart.” Chishiya replies, as he raises to his feet. 

“It’s good. I avoid sugary foods and caffeine as much as possible, and I’m not much of a drinker.” You say, looking down at your hands quietly. His face was so distinct. Where have you seen this man before?

You swallow quietly, watching as he walks over to you. He was so handsome, his complexion was completely flawless, you almost felt embarrassed being in his presence. He sure knew how to make scrubs look like a fashion icon. 

“O-okay…” you reply, not that you had much of a choice. 

Without taking his eyes off of you, Chishiya puts the ear tubs of his stethoscope on and takes a step closer to you. He gestures to your shirt gently. 

“May I?” He asks politely. 

You nod in response, feeling your heart starting to pound. Why did they have to give you the sexiest doctor in Japan?

Chishiya lifts your shirt slowly, he clears his throat trying to ignore your lacy blue bra and your cleavage that was partially bare to him. He placed the chest piece over your heart and averted his gaze to your hands, trying to look anywhere but at your chest. 

Once his eyes fell on the rings that you wore on your fingers; a star with a purple pearl in the middle, a pandora rose gold ring with a small heart in the center, and the last one…that he knew and remembered most of all. 

The gold promise ring with a bow in the center. 

“What’s this?” You ask him with a laugh, as he places the gold ring in the palm of your hand. You admire the way the light from the sun reflects off the gold. 

“A promise.” Chishiya replies. 

“Like a promise ring?” You ask, as you hold the ring up to the sun. Completely mesmerized by the way the diamonds sparkled. 

“A promise that no matter what happens…if we ever do go back to the real world…I’ll never forget you…” He sighs as he feels the heat rise to his cheeks, he never said this type of stuff to anyone. Not even in his own head. When did he become so soft??

Since he’s met you. 

His words steal your gaze from the ring to peek over at him. His cheeks were a tint of pink and his hands were buried deep into the pockets of his white hoodie. He seemed stiff like he was embarrassed, you found his blushing adorable especially since you thought you’d never see it. 

“Well....” He murmurs, squinting his cat-shaped eyes as he looks over at an abandoned building. “Aren’t you going to put it on?” 

A giggle escapes your lips as you slip Chishiya’s promise ring over your finger. You decided you liked the flustered side of Chishiya, he almost seemed vulnerable and frustrated. It was interesting to you because he was always the complete opposite. Always so calm and collected. 

“Oooooh Shuntarooo!” You say, in a singsong voice. 

This makes Chishiya swallow hard, he refuses to look over at you. Why was he being so lame? Why did you always make him feel like he couldn’t breathe? Like it was impossible to think? 

He stumbled slightly from the impact of your body colliding against his as you pulled him in for a big hug. You could hear the sound of his heart racing as you pressed your head against his chest. 

“Thank you….It’s beautiful. I promise that I’ll never forget you either!”

He chuckles softly, slowly bringing down his guard as his arms encircle around you returning the hug. 

“You’re welcome, y/n.” 

Y/n. 

“Y/n.” 

Chishiya drops your shirt, his eyes shifting to yours as he slowly pulls down his stethoscope. 

You blink. “Chishiya…” 

“Chishiya…I-I can’t do it…” You rasp, as you double over. 

You could feel your heart as it spasmed and beat irregularly inside your chest, making you wheeze. The two of you had been running from the gunfire. The King of Spades wasn’t far and the others had already taken off in the car. 

“I can’t run any longer…you’ll have to go on….without me…” 

You slump against a dumpster as you try to control your wild heartbeat. Your chest heaved in and out uncontrollably as your lungs ached and burned for air. It was too much, if you ran anymore you wouldn’t make it. 

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Chishiya says, taking you by the hand. “Get on.” 

He hunches over and pulls you toward him, inviting you on his back. You were in too much pain to argue, you jump on his back and wrap your arms around his slim waist. Allowing him to carry you to refuge. 

“The Borderlands…” you whisper, more to yourself. “That’s where we met….where we fell in love…” 

Chishiya was the man you fell in love with. The man who has saved your life. 

“I have found you, my love…” Chishyia takes your hand in his, it was cold but the feel of his touch warmed your heart. 

Swallowing back tears, you pull on his lab coat bringing him closer to you so you can wrap your arms around him. Chishiya leans forwards slightly, resting his chin on your shoulder as he allows his eyes to close, feeling at peace now that he can hold you once more. 

The two of you held onto each other for a while not talking, just embracing and savoring the feel of being close to another. What felt like seconds but was really a few minutes, Chishiya slowly withdraws from the hug to cup your face in his hands gently and plants a chaste kiss to your lips that tingle in delight against his. 

“Eight…what are your plans at eight tonight?” He asks, stroking your cheeks gently with his thumbs. 

You smile down at the bow ring that you wore on your ring finger. 

“I believe I’ll be spending it with my boyfriend. We have some…catching up to do.” 

A smirk tugs at Chishyia’s lips. 

“It’s a date.” 

A/n: Thank you all for reading and HAPPY VALENTINES DAYYYYY!!!!!! 💖💖💖

Calls📲

Whenever he can, he will call you. Expect a call from him at least twice a day.

Usually one in the morning and one at night. Chishiya tries to call you during this hours so he can be the first person you talk to when you wake up and the last when you fall asleep.

They'll be brief like "call me back , y/n." Or "I want to hear your voice." But he will always leave you a voice mail If you ever miss his calls.

And yes, he won't be able to sleep or function throughout the day if he hasn't heard your voice. He will never admit it, though. 😋

The night calls are your favorite, especially the dirty ones. Of course, the regular check-ins from Chishiya are sweet and comforting, but hot dang, did you love those naughty phone calls 😜

First, they'll start out with Chishiya asking you what you're wearing. You will tell him and then ask him

Chishiya will then command you to undress yourself while he pulls his hardened cock out from his pants

He gives it good slow strokes as he tells you to touch yourself and pretend that it's him. If you're lucky, sometimes he will send you pictures of his hard cock with a caption saying "if you're here you'd be riding this right now."

Chishiya will command you to moan in the phone and have you pretend that it's him who is touching you

Your moans themselves will get him off good, and if they don't, he will relieve some nudes from you.

Not being fond of messes, chishiya will stroke himself and bring it to the toilet when he's about to orgasm. Saving himself a huge mess to clean later on.

Dreams🌌

Being away from you, all of his dreams will he about you.

They will feel real and make him miss you even more. He will be able to breathe in your scent and feel the warmth of your skin in his dreams.

But he wakes up to find the spot in the bed next to him, empty 🤧

Often, he will have wet dreams while he is away. Not that he minds, but he will usually wake up frustrated with his hardened dick that he will have to take care of since you're not there. 😛

Hurt🫤

Another thing that Chishiya will never admit, but when he is away from you he hurts

He feels empty without you, the way he had before he met you and he hates feeling that way.

He will then hate on himself for being so weak and become frustrated. If you end up getting more texts/calls than usual, you know why😙

If he gets a text from you, saying you had a bad day or are upset about something, he will excuse himself from his work or try and finish up quickly so he can give you a call. He won't end the call until he knows you're back to yourself.

Mail ✉️

It wouldn't matter if Chishiya is gone for a few days or a few weeks, he always sends you something in the mail.

Although he isn't the romantic type, it doesn't mean that he wouldn't try for you! 🫶

It could be something simple like a postcard from the giftshop of the hospital to a keychain from your favorite fandom or animal.

He sucks at gift giving. He really does. The poor guy 😅 is not something he does often, but he does for you because he wants you to have everything.

Shopping for you is easy for him. Considering how he always takes mental notes when the two of you shop together. He remembers the types of things you point out calling them "cute" or "cool."

Chishiya, no surprise, has a brilliant memory. If he sees something he knows you'll like, he will get it for you and ship it home as soon as he can to let you know he is thinking about you.

Pictures 📸

Chishiya isn't a fan of selfies or taking pictures of himself in general. But if you ever asked for one, he would.

Don't expect a smile because that won't happen even though on the inside he Is

He is smart to not ask you for pictures because after you send a picture of yourself, you'll say, "Where's mine?"

Although there will be times when you do ask him for pictures out of the blue

Not being able to deny you, he will. But sometimes, he may just send you a picture of his bare chest when he's lying in bed

Sometimes, you may get a close-up of his full lips

And if chishiya is in the mood, you will most likely get a nude photo of him or a dick pic - again, not his thing, but if you ask, he will. Luck you!🤭

Reunite 💞

Another thing that Chishiya isn't fond of is PDA, but after being away from you for so long, he makes an exception

He greets you with a warm hug by simply pulling you by the arm and squishing you tightly against his chest as he breathes in your scent

His lips leave a ghost trail of kisses across your hairline while you hug him tightly.

He Waits until the two of you get go the car before he kisses you

Before you can let a word out, you're already pressed up against the car with Chishiya's lips against yours

The kiss is sultry and makes your toes curl

The two of you are unbothered by whoever glances your way as they walk by

The only thing that matters is that the two of you are together again. 💗