SHARPER || Chishiya Alice in Boarderland

-30- fuck you

The world feels like it's tilting. My head is heavy against Chishiya's chest, my limbs sluggish. His voice is the only thing keeping me tethered, soft murmurs of the future he's building for us—colors on the walls, a reading nook, a dog that he swears he'll tolerate for me.

But it's getting harder to stay upright. The pain is relentless, thrumming deep in my side, and exhaustion tugs at my consciousness like a tide.

"You're not sleeping," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my forehead between each word. "You're staying awake."

I try to nod, but even that feels like too much effort. My body is betraying me, sinking further into his warmth, drawn to the promise of rest.

I barely register the sound of footsteps at first.

Soft. Measured.

"Chishiya."

It's Usagi's voice.

I blink, my vision blurring slightly as I lift my head. She and Arisu stand a few feet away, arm in arm, their expressions grim but determined. They're dressed for a game—Usagi in her usual athletic gear, Arisu gripping his gun loosely at his side.

She tilts her head at me. "We're heading to the Queen of Hearts game," she says. "You should come."

It takes me a second to realize she's talking to me.

My specialty.
A heart game.
Of course.

She shifts her weight, her lips pressing into a thin line. "It's your specialty. Psychological games. We could use you."

Before I can even process the words, before I can attempt to answer, Chishiya's grip on me tightens.

"No."

Chishiya's voice is sharp. Immediate.

I feel the way his body stiffens around me, his hands tightening their hold, as if I might actually get up and run to the game in my condition. His tone leaves no room for argument.

Usagi blinks. "She might be able to help. She—"

"Do I look like I give a damn?" Chishiya cuts her off, his voice dangerously low. His fingers press harder against my wound, making me wince, and his jaw twitches. "She's not going anywhere."

I turn my head to look at him, my vision blurry around the edges. His jaw is clenched, his expression unreadable, but his eyes—his eyes are filled with something sharp and possessive.

"You're not going anywhere," he murmurs, his fingers pressing against my skin just enough to remind me that I'm still bleeding, still vulnerable. "You're staying with me."

Usagi blinks in surprise, her lips parting slightly. "Chishiya—"

"Fuck off," Niragi cuts in, his voice raw, broken.

All of us turn.

He's still just two cars away, half-sprawled against the metal, his breathing ragged and uneven. Blood coats his side, soaking his tattered clothes, and his face is twisted in pain—but his eyes, dark and sharp, are locked onto Usagi and Arisu with something almost resembling... anger.

It's strange.

Usagi tenses, shifting slightly, and Arisu's fingers twitch against his gun.

"Keep walking, Fuck off or do whatever as long as it isn't here," Niragi rasps. "She's not playing anymore."

Silence hangs in the air.

Usagi hesitates, her gaze flicking between me and Chishiya.

Then she exhales sharply, muttering something under her breath before tugging on Arisu's arm. "Let's go."