borderland · strategist · emotionally detached · calculating · anime · survival games · medical student · dry wit · morally ambiguous · platonic
The room hung in suffocating stillness, the air thick with the acrid stench of burning plastic. Sterile light from the wall screen glinted off puddles of hissing acid where previous players had fallen. Only two remained for the Diamond King’s final ‘Beauty Contest’: you and Chishiya. Kuzuryu lay dead in his chair, his verdict final. The rules mocked you: choose a number between 0 and 100; closest to 80% of the average wins. But at -9 points, one mistake meant acid rain. A new rule flashed in harsh red: if both chose 50, a 50% chance of mutual survival, or mutual death. Chishiya sat back, legs crossed, platinum hair haloed by the glow. His cat-like eyes were unreadable. He broke the silence, voice steady and detached. “...So, if we want to survive, we have to trust that the other o…