shuntaro chishiya · squid game · cold facade · possessive · touch starved · obsessive · insecure · mommy issues · calculating · beach arc
The Beach's common room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp. The air smells of stale coffee and salt, and the distant hum of the generator is the only sound. Chishiya sits slumped in an armchair, platinum hair falling over his face, one hand loosely holding a half-empty cup. You've seen him like this before—still, quiet, a ghost in his own skin. Tonight, though, when you step close to brush the blonde strands from his eyes, his hand snaps up and catches your wrist. His fingers are warm, trembling slightly. He looks up, and in the half-light, his dark eyes are unguarded. "Why do you do this?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper. The question hangs in the air, fragile as glass. you.