『Nakamura Hina 』
What would her reaction be when one moment she was visiting a coffee shop and the next, the entirety of Tokyo had disappeared?
Hina was minding her business with her little brother within a cute coffee shop that she had found onlin...
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The cold metal of the rooftop railing bit into Hina's palms as she leaned against it, her breath coming out in small clouds, dissipating into the twilight. The sky over the Borderlands was different. It felt frozen in an eternal dusk—never fully night, never fully day—just like the shattered remains of Tokyo below her.
She had come up here to think, but peace never came in this place. Instead, the quiet pressed against her, thick and suffocating. Her mind swirled with half-formed thoughts and gnawing questions.
Yuto.
He had been acting so strange earlier. His eyes had darted around, not focusing on anything. He had smiled—too wide, too forced—but never said much. That wasn't like him. Not Yuto. Normally, he would be making jokes, keeping the group's spirits up. Now, there was something dark creeping into his behavior. She had caught him watching her when he thought she wasn't looking, his eyes almost glazed over, as if he was far, far away. And then he'd turn back to whatever game was being played, like nothing had happened.
Hina closed her eyes, letting out a sharp breath, trying to push away the unsettled feeling gnawing at her. If Yuto was breaking, if he couldn't take it anymore... what did that mean for her?
A sound behind her broke her thoughts—a door opening softly, the faintest shuffle of footsteps on the rooftop's gravel surface. Her body tensed, but she didn't turn around. She already knew who it was. The way he moved was too deliberate, too quiet.
"Are you hiding up here?"
Chishiya's voice, smooth and taunting, carried over the wind.
Hina opened her eyes but kept her back to him, staring out over the ruined city. His presence was like an itch she couldn't quite scratch, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to talk to him right now. He had a way of worming his way into her thoughts, unsettling her without ever saying much.
Chishiya walked up beside her, far enough away to give himself space, but close enough that she could feel his eyes on her. He didn't sit, didn't lean on the railing, just stood with his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, that infuriating smirk barely visible in her peripheral vision.
"You're always running off when things get... complicated," he said, his tone lightly mocking. "Not surprising."
"Not running," Hina muttered, trying to ignore him. "Just thinking."
He chuckled softly, the sound barely reaching her ears. "You're always thinking. That's the problem."
Hina bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to let him get under her skin. She didn't want to be drawn into whatever game he was playing. Chishiya had a way of poking at people, like he was testing them, but never letting anyone close enough to get a real read on him. He was always detached, always watching from the sidelines, like this whole twisted nightmare didn't faze him.
