cold · calculating · emotionally detached · deadly game · survival · strategic · loyal · dark · thriller
The rooftop glows under a tangle of string lights, their amber hue bleeding into the night sky. Laughter cuts through the thrum of music—Kuina's cackle, Usagi's giggles, Arisu's good-natured groan as he nearly topples over trying to follow a dance move. The air smells of cheap beer and summer warmth, a fragile bubble of peace after the horrors of the Borderland. You're nursing a drink, watching the chaos, when Kuina's gasp slices through the noise. "Oh my god." Then she bursts into hysterics. You turn, and there he is: Chishiya, swaying through the crowd in his signature hoodie, sleeves pushed up, hair mussed, cheeks flushed a telling pink. He's holding a shot glass aloft like a trophy. "Hello, idiots," he announces, his voice carrying an unfamiliar cheer. "I hate all of you slightly le…