A/n:didn't wanna post this 'cause I think it's awful, but it's the sequel to that Niragi fic I did and it's been in my drafts since like July 4th, so I figured I'd just post it. And no, no idea if there will be more parts
Warnings:heavy angst, emotional tension, implied obsession, a hate-dependent relationship, implied violence, and intense emotional content,au,au,au
Masterlist aib / main masterlist / part 1
Epilogue Continued
The message blinked overhead in bold, blood-red letters:
WELCOME TO BORDERLAND. YOUR GAME WILL BEGIN SHORTLY.
A chill swept through the empty streets of Shibuya, the flickering neon lights now painting ghostly reflections against the damp asphalt. Somewhere in the distance, a low bell tolled — slow, deep, and ominous.
You stared at the screen, your breath caught in your throat.
This wasn’t a prank.
This wasn’t a dream.
The city… was gone.
And beside you, Niragi Suguru stood motionless, his face pale, streaked with blood from the cut on his brow, eyes wide like some cornered animal. You could see his chest rising and falling too fast, the tremble in his hands barely hidden as he clenched them at his sides.
For a moment — a long, suffocating second — the only sound was that distant bell.
And then his voice, hoarse and raw, cut through the silence.
“Y/N…”
Your head snapped toward him, fury rising to your throat before you could even think. Everything from years ago — the betrayal, the humiliation, the sickening memory of that smirk as the school turned against you — it all came back like a fist to the chest.
But this wasn’t high school.
This wasn’t Shibuya.
And right now… you were alone in a world that didn’t make sense.
You took a breath. And another.
“Don’t,” you warned, your voice low and venomous. “Don’t you fucking start.”
He flinched.
“I didn’t… I didn’t mean to—”
“You never do, do you?” you snapped. “But here you are. Again.”
Another bell chime rolled through the air.
A loudspeaker crackled to life somewhere down the street, its voice monotone and mechanical.
“All players: proceed to the nearest game venue. Your participation is mandatory.”
You swallowed hard, the words sinking in like lead.
Game.
Participation.
Mandatory.
Your pulse throbbed in your ears.
You started walking without waiting for him. The city was eerily quiet now, save for the hum of electricity and the occasional flicker of dying signage. You didn’t know where you were going — only that moving felt better than standing still.
A shadow moved beside you.
Niragi, limping slightly, keeping pace.
You didn’t acknowledge him. Didn’t speak. Didn’t look.
But you didn’t tell him to leave, either.
Not yet.
---
You walked through the empty streets, the silence broken only by the sound of your footsteps. An old, flickering sign ahead buzzed weakly, crimson letters pulsing against the facade:
GAME VENUE — ENTER HERE.
You stopped at the sidewalk, your stomach knotting. The same loudspeaker voice crackled to life again:
“All players, report to the venue. The game will begin in 5 minutes.”
Beside you, Niragi’s breathing was labored, blood still trickling sluggishly from his brow. He opened his mouth, like he wanted to say something — but you raised a hand, cutting him off before he could.
“Shut the fuck up. Just… move.”
He didn’t argue.
You crossed the rusted entrance together. Inside, a flickering, artificial light barely illuminated what used to be a hotel lobby. There were a few others there — four unfamiliar faces, all wearing the same lost, terrified expressions.
A large screen lit up on the far wall:
GAME DIFFICULTY: ♠️ SPADES (PHYSICAL)
PLAYERS PRESENT: 6
RULES WILL BE EXPLAINED IN 3 MINUTES.
Your chest tightened.
A physical game.
You didn’t know exactly what it meant — but with a Spades symbol… it wasn’t going to be good.
“What the fuck is this…?” someone muttered nearby.
“Where the hell did this place even come from…?”
You leaned against the wall, trying to control the rising panic threatening to choke you. Niragi stepped closer, hesitant — like any word might set off what fragile restraint you still had left.
“Y/N… we… we need to stick together.”
You turned your face away.
“Don’t even fucking start.”
But his eyes, bloodied and wide, held something you hadn’t seen in years.
Real fear.
And as much as you hated him… some part of you knew you couldn’t afford to be alone here.
“Attention players. Please proceed to the main room.”
The mechanical voice made everyone jump.
And without another word, you moved.
Niragi followed at your side.
Again.
---
You stepped through the narrow hallway, the walls peeling and stained, the floor damp with something you didn’t care to identify. Emergency lights flickered red and white, casting ghostly shapes over the crumbling surfaces.
Inside the main room, two more unfamiliar faces.
An older man — maybe in his forties — and a skinny girl with streaks of fading blue in her hair, eyes puffy like she’d already been crying for hours. The other two people you’d spotted at the entrance huddled together in the far corner, clutching each other like proximity could save them.
Silence pressed down like a suffocating weight.
In the center of the room, a glass-and-metal panel jutted up awkwardly from the floor. A digital screen above it blinked the same blood-red words:
PLEASE WAIT FOR INSTRUCTIONS.
The bell rang again, louder now.
Closer.
Like a warning.
You crossed your arms tight, pulse hammering. Niragi drifted too close to your side, and you shot him a sharp glare so venomous it could have killed a lesser man.
“Stay the fuck away from me.”
He froze in place, like he’d been slapped.
“Y/N… I just—”
“Shut the fuck up.”
The older man flicked a tense glance your way but said nothing. Everyone was too far gone, too terrified to intervene.
The screen glitched, then stabilized, and the robotic voice filled the room:
“Welcome. This is a game of Spades. Physical challenge. Name: THE HUNT.”
Your stomach turned.
Spades. Physical.
This wouldn’t be a game. It’d be a bloodbath.
“Objective: Survive for 15 minutes within the designated arena. Remain out of the hunters’ line of sight. Any player detected by motion sensors will trigger lethal traps. Each player is equipped with a sensor. If you remain immobile for more than 30 seconds, the device will activate and result in instant death. The last player alive wins.”
A 3D map appeared on the screen — the entire building.
Fifteen floors.
Red-highlighted danger zones.
Seven areas marked with blinking hazard signals.
The blue-haired girl whimpered, tears spilling down her face.
Your stomach twisted.
This wasn’t a game.
It was an execution.
“Players, equip your wristbands.”
Small compartments opened beside each person, revealing sleek black wristbands with tiny digital displays.
Your hand trembled as you picked yours up.
Beside you, Niragi did the same, his face tight with strain.
“Game begins in 60 seconds.”
A countdown appeared.
00:59.
The older man lunged for the door.
Locked.
The windows?
Steel bars.
Trapped.
00:38.
You took a long breath, fighting down the panic tightening your throat.
“Y/N…”
His voice again.
You shut your eyes, fury boiling just beneath your skin.
“Say one more fucking word and I swear to God, I’ll leave you to die.”
And you meant it.
But deep down… you knew.
You’d need him.
Not by choice.
By necessity.
00:22.
Niragi stared at you like he never intended to look away.
Like here, at the end of the world, you were still everything.
00:10.
The lights began to flicker.
The girl’s sobs filled the room.
00:03.
A metallic thud.
00:01.
Silence.
00:00.
The automatic door slid open, revealing a long, shadow-drenched hallway.
Borderland had begun.
The automatic door slid open with a metallic groan.
Beyond it, the hallway stretched into thick shadows, lit only by flickering red emergency lights that painted everything in deep, uneven color.
The air reeked of mold, rust, and something sharp — like old metal and acid.
Your skin crawled.
The others hesitated. No one wanted to be first.
The older man’s lips moved in a panicked, silent prayer.
The blue-haired girl sobbed openly now, her entire body trembling.
The loudspeaker crackled again:
“The game has begun. Move.”
And then — a sharp click.
A dry, snapping sound.
You spun.
One of the guys who’d been crouched in the corner hadn’t moved.
The display on his wristband flashed red.
30 seconds still.
A thin laser shot from the ceiling, piercing straight through his forehead.
It was so fast he didn’t even scream.
His body dropped with a dull thud, a thin stream of blood running warm across the floor.
The girl screamed.
The old man stumbled back.
Your stomach lurched — but your legs moved before your brain even caught up.
If you didn’t, you’d be next.
Niragi bolted after you, terror stamped across his face.
You ran down the narrow hallway, your shoes slapping against the damp metal floor. Took the first turn. The red lights flickered, leaving whole sections in suffocating blackness.
On your wrist display:
23 seconds. 22. 21…
You dove into a corner, back pressed against the concrete, heart pounding.
Niragi threw himself beside you, shoulders brushing yours.
“This way!” he hissed, pointing toward a narrow staircase leading upward.
“Fuck you,” you spat — but your display was already at 15 seconds.
Stay still now and you’d be dead.
You cursed under your breath and ran after him.
The building was a nightmare maze. Endless corridors, abandoned rooms, locked doors sealed with chains. The distant sounds of others running, a sharp gunshot somewhere far below. A scream, muffled by thick walls.
Someone else was dead.
The bell chimed again, shrill and relentless.
12 minutes left.
You and Niragi ducked into a storage room — old metal shelves, boxes piled high, the air thick with dust and rot.
“There’s a blind spot here,” he pointed toward a corner where the rotating camera swept past with a brief two-second gap.
You wanted to punch him.
Wanted to scream at him until his teeth cracked.
But your display blinked 7 seconds.
“Go,” you growled.
You both slid into the corner.
The camera panned.
You held your breath.
1… 2…
As the light passed, you darted out again.
On the stairs, blood smeared the metal steps.
The old man lay crumpled halfway up the flight, his head bent at an impossible angle.
Your stomach turned, the bitter taste of bile rising, but you swallowed it down.
“This way!” Niragi hissed, pointing to a side room.
You followed.
Inside — crates, broken wires, a digital display reading 9:45.
The metallic clang of a door locking behind you.
You spun.
The room was a trap.
Niragi cursed, slamming a fist into the wall.
“Shit — it’s one of the hunt traps. They’re herding us into kill zones.”
You pressed a hand to your face.
The game was tightening around you.
Forcing you together.
Forcing you toward slaughter.
“How many left?” you rasped.
He hesitated.
“You. Me. The blue-haired girl. That’s it.”
Fuck.
3 players.
The loudspeaker boomed again:
“HUNTERS DEPLOYED.”
Two heavy metal doors somewhere in the building swung open.
The sound of boots echoed.
“Over here,” Niragi whispered, pulling you behind a rusted shelf.
You shoved his hand off but ducked behind a pile of crates.
The sound of heavy boots grew closer.
A tall figure in a black jacket, face hidden behind a welding mask, passed through the doorway.
A rifle in hand.
You held your breath.
17 seconds left.
The hunter turned, looking down the corridor.
You bolted toward the far side.
Niragi followed.
Gunfire echoed somewhere below.
The girl.
She was dead.
9 minutes remaining.
And it was just you and him now.
The game was only getting worse.
---
The red lights flickered in time with your racing pulse. Sweat dripped down your forehead as you sprinted through another narrow, suffocating hallway of that cursed building. Every step echoed like a countdown to death.
The wristband display read 8:47.
Niragi ran just behind you. His ragged breathing mixed with the slap of his footsteps against the grimy floor.
“This way!” he called, pulling you to the right.
A narrower corridor, pipes snaking along the ceiling, exposed wires dangling. The stench of rust and blood was overwhelming.
You ducked through a half-open door into a cramped room stacked with old lockers and rusted tables.
Outside, the stomp of heavy boots echoed. The hunters.
“Stay down,” Niragi hissed, panting, pressing against the wall. “Camera sweeps in six seconds.”
You glanced at your wristband. 5 seconds.
Adrenaline made your hands tremble.
The rotating camera swept past the doorway. You both dropped low. The red beam brushed the ceiling, turned… and vanished.
Niragi signaled. You ran.
At the end of the corridor, another automatic door hissed open.
Both of you slipped inside.
A larger room this time, with barred windows and old monitors. A massive screen displayed a digital map of the building, showing hunter positions.
Two active hunters. One on the 3rd floor, one moving through the east wing.
“We’re on the 5th,” Niragi muttered, drenched in sweat.
7:23 remaining.
You spotted a possible escape route.
“There’s an emergency exit on the 8th floor. If we can get there before they do—”
The heavy boots sounded again.
“Go!” you yanked Niragi.
You both bolted. Climbed two rusted staircases. Every step streaked with blood and grime.
Display: 6:40.
On the 7th floor, lights flickered.
A shadow appeared at the corridor’s end.
A hunter.
You froze.
He raised his weapon.
“Run!” Niragi shouted.
You sprinted right. The shot rang out, a laser grazing the wall inches from your head.
Both of you dove into a side room.
Footsteps pounded after you.
Display: 6:05.
Your chest heaved.
“We’re screwed,” Niragi panted.
You scanned the room. Overhead maintenance ducts.
“There!”
Without thinking, you climbed the shelf, shoving open a vent cover.
“Get in!”
Niragi hesitated — but the approaching boots forced him to scramble up.
Inside, the duct was tight, stifling. The lights flickered.
5:20.
You crawled through the shaft, the sound of gunfire, alarms, and slamming doors echoing behind.
Wrist display: 15 seconds
“Keep moving or we die!”
You crawled, shifting every two seconds.
At the 8th floor’s grate, you kicked it loose. Niragi helped.
You dropped into an empty hallway.
4:05.
The emergency exit was ten meters ahead.
But the hunter appeared.
You didn’t hesitate.
Hurled a metal pipe his way.
The laser fired. The pipe intercepted.
You bolted.
Niragi too.
Reached the door.
3:00.
Locked.
“Shit!”
A panel to the side.
You punched a random code. Nothing.
“I got it!” Niragi slammed his fist against the keypad.
Two attempts. A green light.
The door slid open.
You both dove out.
Behind you, a shot fired. The door slammed shut just in time.
Display: 2:10.
An open corridor, sky dark beyond it.
“Is it over?”
The loudspeaker crackled:
“GAME COMPLETE. SURVIVORS: 2.”
You both froze, panting, locking eyes.
Niragi let out a shaky grin, face smeared with blood and sweat.
“We made it,” he breathed, disbelief in his voice.
You didn’t answer. But you didn’t leave him behind, either.
The exit sign blinked overhead.
Together, you moved toward it.
There were still old debts between you.
But for now, both of you…
were alive.
The night was unnervingly silent. Shibuya’s streets, once bursting with light and people, now felt like the shell of a dead city. Neon signs still blinked overhead, but there was no one. No cars. No noise. Nothing but the hum of old streetlights.
You and Niragi walked slowly down the empty avenue, exhausted, disoriented, your pulse still hammering in your ears from the last game.
That number on your wrist device was still there:
8:00:00
You couldn’t stop staring at it.
“Yours says eight too?” you asked, voice hoarse.
Niragi lifted his wrist.
8:00:00
“Yeah. Must be because we survived the same game.”
You frowned.
“But what the hell is it for?”
Before he could answer, a sound cut through the silence — footsteps. Fast, uneven.
Both of you turned your heads just in time to see a man sprinting down the adjacent street. He was older, maybe mid-thirties, panic carved into every line of his face as he glanced wildly at the device on his wrist.
“No, no, no—please!” he screamed.
On his screen: 0:00:03
Your stomach twisted.
“What—” you started.
And then it happened.
BZZZT.
A beam of light shot down from nowhere, straight through his head. No warning. No hesitation. His body dropped to the ground in a heap, lifeless eyes staring at nothing.
The silence that followed was deafening.
A faint burnt smell hung in the air.
Niragi stepped back, eyes wide, his face caught between disgust and shock.
You felt the bile rise in your throat.
“So… that’s what happens,” Niragi muttered, his voice rough, strained.
The man’s device flickered… then sparked out completely.
You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, heart pounding so hard it hurt.
“That number… it’s a countdown.”
Niragi nodded, slowly.
“If you don’t play again… that thing’ll get us too.”
You both stared down at the dead man for a long, heavy moment. No one came to collect the body. No one screamed. No one even seemed to notice.
Just you two, in a city that felt like it didn’t belong to the world anymore.
“That ‘time extension’ wasn’t a reward,” you said, voice cold now. “It was just… a delay.”
Niragi gave a dry, bitter laugh.
“Yeah. Welcome to whatever the hell this is.”
The memory of that message flashed in your mind again: “TIME EXTENSION: 8 DAYS”
A cruel mercy.
“We need to find somewhere to hide,” you muttered. “Figure out where people are going. What they know.”
Niragi’s gaze lifted to the sky, where the laser had disappeared.
“And figure out when the next game happens. ‘Cause it’s gonna happen. Whether we like it or not.”
You clenched your fists.
The number stayed frozen on your screen: 8:00:00
And for the first time since you woke up in this nightmare version of your city, you realized it was nothing more than a countdown to the next time you’d be forced to fight for your life.
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Perverted Niragi who… loves watching you sleep. Not in a cute way — but with his hand inside his pants, eyes glued to the curves of your body under the sheets. He’d trail his fingertip over your lips and whisper:
"If you only knew what I’m thinking right now…"
Perverted Niragi who… steals your underwear without a hint of shame. He’ll stop by your place, casually pocket your panties or boxers, and later at night, he’ll jerk off while burying his face in them like it’s the most addictive drug in the world.
Perverted Niragi who… gets off on doing forbidden things. He loves teasing you in public — a quick hand on your thigh, tugging your hair mid-conversation, tracing his fingers over your neck when no one’s looking. And when you react? He flashes that cocky grin and goes:
"Careful… you know I’ve got no self-control."
Perverted Niragi who… secretly keeps pictures of you on his phone. Not normal selfies — candid shots of you changing clothes, sleeping, bending over. And yes, he absolutely uses them to get himself off at night.
Perverted Niragi who… gets rock-hard when you argue with him. Every insult, every glare, every shove gets him hotter. And by the end of it, he’s got you pinned to a wall, kissing you until you forget what you were mad about.
Perverted Niragi who… loves tying you up. Ropes, belts, his own damn tie — whatever’s around. He doesn’t just wanna fuck you — he wants to see you vulnerable, begging, completely at his mercy. And he won’t let up until you’re shaking and ruined.
Perverted Niragi who… jerks off to fantasies about things he hasn’t done to you yet — but plans to. And he’ll whisper those filthy ideas in your ear while pinning you down, biting your skin, making sure you know exactly what’s coming.
Perverted Niragi who… is obsessed with the sound of your moans. More than anything. He’ll tease and tease and tease — just to hear the first little sound slip from your lips. And when it does? He smirks and murmurs:
"Do it again… louder this time."
Perverted Niragi who… needs to leave marks on you. Neck, thighs, breasts — wherever he can reach. He loves knowing that later, when someone sees the bruises and bite marks, they’ll know exactly what you let him do to you.
Perverted Niragi who… looks at you with that filthy glint in his eye and rasps:
"If I told you to take your clothes off right now… would you obey or should I rip them off myself?"
Because deep down, he knows you live for the danger of being caught and the thrill of doing what you shouldn’t.
Perverted Niragi who… loves watching you whimper when he teases you to the point of begging. He’d pull you into his lap, kiss you rough, and once you’re panting, he’d tug your panties aside, slide his fingers through your soaked folds, smirk at the mess on his fingertips, and lick them clean while locking eyes with you:
"Look at the state you're in… fucking pathetic."
Perverted Niragi who… loves waking you up in the middle of the night with his hard cock pressed against your ass, his breath hot against your ear as he growls:
"Wake up, slut… I can’t fucking sleep with this thing throbbing. Gonna help me out or leave me suffering?"
And even half-asleep, he’d drag you onto his lap and make you ride him, no questions asked.
Perverted Niragi who… gets off making you wear short skirts and no panties when you’re out with him. Keeps his hand on your thigh, creeping higher, tugging at your strap, leaning down to whisper:
"I’m the only one who knows what’s under there… and no one else gets to touch."
Perverted Niragi who… shoves your soaked panties into your mouth when you talk too much. He loves seeing you gag around the fabric while he grabs your jaw and orders:
"Now be a good little thing and shut the fuck up. Moan only when I say so."
And if you resist? He’ll just make it worse until you’re a trembling, desperate mess.
Perverted Niragi who… records your filthy moans and whimpers so he can jerk off to them later. Sends you voice messages at 3AM saying:
"Guess what I’m listening to right now? Your sweet little voice begging me to fuck you harder."
Perverted Niragi who… loves cumming in the most forbidden places. On your face, in the hallway, in someone else’s bathroom, or deep in your throat while fisting your hair, groaning:
"Swallow it… every fucking drop. Don’t waste a single bit of my cum."
Perverted Niragi who… gets off on degrading you in ways only he can. Whispers in your ear about how wet you get for him, how easily you moan, how desperate you are for his cock, and it only makes you crave him more.
Perverted Niragi who… loves leaving his marks on you. Deep bites, scratches down your back, bruises on your thighs, handprints on your ass. He wants your body to be a living, breathing canvas of everything he’s done to you.
Perverted Niragi who… jerks off watching you change clothes. Sitting there, legs spread, pants down, stroking himself slowly while you peel your top off and unhook your bra. And when you finally notice? He grins, cocky as hell, and murmurs:
"Don’t stop… fuck, keep going. I’m so close."
Perverted Niragi who… calls you every filthy, degrading name he knows while he pounds into you. “My dirty little whore,” “my personal fucktoy,” “my broken doll.” He loves grabbing your throat, making you stare into his wild eyes and demands:
Really want to butterfly-kiss his face all over and then make him sit in front of me for hours so I can paint him. I will bind him to a chair if necessary, I'm desparate.
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Hi may i ask for a niragi dating headcannons? Thank you (^-^)
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A/N: Thank you so much ☺️ I’ve been wanting to write for you all sooner, but my laptop charger decided to stop working, so I’ve been a little restricted with working and basically did this on a different computer because it’s literally impossible for me to type everything on my tiny phone screen 💀 Anyways, enjoy!! Requests are closed now but I’ll be able to answer every one that’s come in for you in the meantime 🤍
Warnings: Mentions of suggestive stuff (hickeys ☺️) and violence… is Niragi a whole warning himself lol
Quick note: These headcanons are personalised slightly since I absolutely hate how he acts with Usagi (you know what I mean 😐) so let’s say he’s more of a decent person than how he’s portrayed in some scenes 😅♥️
🖤 Dating Niragi Includes… 🖤
🤍• Aaaaghhhh it’s the strutting bully in black and white who is almost as crazy possessive with you as Banda would be 😵💫 have fun, because once he notices that you didn’t shy away in disgust from his bold flirtatious advances and returned his attention back at the Beach, take him, boy’s yours 😂
🤍• These headcanons are typically set in Season 2, but before the fire and Niragi’s presumed death when it all burned down, with time and privacy, you somehow found the soft side of the victim-turned-bully who desperately wants you to believe that he’s a powerful, intimidating bad boy.
🤍• Jealous jealous jealous 💀 especially with Chishiya; if the smug blonde looks at you for a moment too long with that raised brow and observant eyes? He gets Niragi’s rifle shoved into his face with a barrel of insults and threats. Because deep down, he’s still vulnerable and doesn’t want anyone turning your head or seeing that he’s not done fearless trigger happy guy, he’s just Niragi.
🤍• And if you end up telling him when you’re alone that you only want Niragi, he has to a take a second to not cry. 🥲 Still, when it’s not just you two together where he lets his walls come down, he’ll persist on showing off by declaring how he dedicates his wins in games to you or something. All the survivors nod in confirmation with wide eyes at you when you question it in amusement.
🤍• He’s not one at all to back down from PDA, since subtlety is not Niragi’s strong suit, but if you’re not comfortable with him leaving massive hickeys for the world to see and his tongue down you’re throat in wide open public… yeah, okay, a roll of his eyes but he’ll tone it down and keep an arm slung around your shoulder.
🤍• He likes you playing around with his rifle, which is a wonder, since anyone else who gets too close to it has it snatched away and pointed right in their face 😅 but Niragi’s surprisingly quiet when it’s just you two in your room, him sitting behind you and playing thoughtfully with your hair, or guiding your hands absentmindedly, while you look over the weapon’s triggers and material. Occasionally his head drops in the crook of your neck with a tired pout and he gets fed up of your attention being on it instead of him, which could lead to… well, him having your full attention 😉
🤍• But after the Beach burns down and Niragi’s presumed dead, it leaves you to stick with Arisu and his group while you stay quieter than usual, watching the colours of lovebites fade from your skin over the days and your mind drifting to the cocky bastard who you’ve seen cling to you at night, neither of you saying a word about it but just letting it happen. Being the only comfort to each other, the only person in possibly years that Niragi’s let, in or even loved.
🤍• So when you see him at that evaporation game, or threatening Chishiya and Arisu with his gun, it’s a wave of relief and tears that makes him forget what he’s doing and hold onto you like he’d never let go again 🥹 he keeps saying he’s sorry, over and over, cradling you so tight you have to tell him that you can’t breathe
🤍• However, because of what happened at the Beach, he’s now terrified all over again about you hating him because of the burns on his face, so when you assure him that you don’t care and that you’re only glad he’s still alive, he’ll get that urge to break down and cry again 🥺
🤍• He’s still as arrogant and headstrong as he was before in games and with people, but a little weaker. You’re basically his nurse, cus the dude spits blood 😶 and him being him teases about that, but really, he wants to make sure he’s strong enough to carry on and get you both safe back in the real world, where he can look out for you instead of the other way around, and be a proper kind of couple
🤍• Niragi is increasingly protective now too, since he already lost you once. There’s no way he’ll let it happen again, and it’s hard to convince him to let you do things in games without him doing it all for you with you behind him. He means well, obviously, but it can be a bit overbearing sometimes 😅
🤍• All in all, once Niragi’s in love, he’s in love, and he won’t let you go. He’s actually a really great, passionate lover, all violent cray-cray traits aside - they’re never directed at you anyway, never - and there won’t be a day that goes by where you can’t tell.
🤍• I might have to write an imagine about this now 🥹 gotta love Niragi 💕
He would likely try to manipulate you for his own benefit in the beginning, before getting to know you. Only after seeing potential in you he’d want to get to know you better. Then, he’d become especially protective of you.
Would pick up the meanings of your facial expressions quickly and find your reactions to things amusing. Despite not wanting to, he’d always end up looking at you with a small fond smile.
Would dedicate his free time to learn sign language in order to communicate with you easier- and would then help you teach Kuina as well so the three of you would be able to wordlessly communicate anywhere without anyone understanding.
Thought you would be a quiet person overall, but then finds it both mildly annoying and amusing how loud you can be when clattering around your room.
Enjoys spending time with you in silence and doesn’t feel the need to talk more in order to fill it, rather valuing just being in each other's presence. He’d find you very easy to be around.
Would tell you something and then turn and walk away so you couldn’t fight him on it. Most likely it was something he wanted/needed you to do that he wasn’t going to do himself.
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I’m new to headcanons but had the idea of how our AiB characters might react to various disabilities. (I’m disabled myself, but I don’t have experience in every headcanon I may write so I will do my research as best I can. Also, everyones experiences with their disabilities varies so this is just from a single viewpoint.) :)
Chishiya Headcanon: Finding out his S/O is half blind.
He’d be taken by surprise that he didn’t figure it out sooner.
Would be impressed by how well you kept it hidden and how it didn’t seem to hinder your performance in the games.
If he found out before the two of you became close, he’d probably see you as a weakness and completely dismiss you until you proved yourself, then he’d most likely find a way to use it as an advantage- because he can turn anything into an advantage.
Would check in on you more often during and after games, despite pretending that he didn’t care, and after finding out he’d feel more protective over you.
Would read up more about your condition in his free time and try to subtly accommodate you if needed; would want to make things easier for you without you knowing he cared.
Would still call you a nuisance if you got in his way, but secretly cared about you more than anyone else.
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I’m new to headcanons but had the idea of how our AiB characters might react to various disabilities. (I’m disabled myself, but I don’t have experience in every headcanon I may write so I will do my research as best I can. Also, everyones experiences with their disabilities varies so this is just from a single viewpoint.) :)
