Chishiyafanfic Stories

Come join me in my writing journey where I write random stories about manga Chishiya only to prove that he's more than just his intelligence and poker face.

For Sumiya, being in Borderland was a breath of fresh air, a moment when she finally felt alive. Seeing the unfazed and calm blond man piqued her intrigue more than ever. When she finally got to know him her fascination blossoms into something deeper. 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙮, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚 ~ 𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙔 𝙄𝙉 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃 𝙗𝙮 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝘼𝙩𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘

He has a lot of what ifs in life, and so she does. They were the same, or are they? When he met this cardiologist, he was sure some of his what ifs were answered. But what about the others? Was her what ifs are answered too? ꒦꒷started: 01-23-23 ꒦꒷ ended: 02-12-23 ꒦꒷ a fanfic by lori (aluxca)

ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ʏᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ғғ ɪғ ɪᴛs ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ

Started Writing: 4/6/25 Ended: / / At first for 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈, the borderlands didn't give her any doubts in herself. But as she cleared more games, things become challenging -- trusting other players, keeping up with others, and increasing her visa days. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 has no interest in life, but he still manages to keep himself alive in the borderlands with his intellect and ability to stay calm even when his life is in jeopardy. He whelves his emotions, hiding them from Marise. As the both of them get closer to each other, their connection sticks like magnets, causing Chishiya to somehow eventually feel something. Then conflict happens. 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 - (n.) A pleasant daydream or deep thought. (She smiled, lost in revery.)

ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ᴀ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴛᴇᴏʀ ʜɪᴛꜱ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡꜱᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ɢᴇᴛ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ꜱᴄᴀɴᴅᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍʏꜱᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀʏꜱ ʜᴇ "ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ" ʏᴏᴜ.... ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ?

a lot can happen in a minute, but will happen?

One thing that can be said about Akari Yasha is that her soul touched the darkness much sooner before arriving in Borderlands. The ruthlessness of this world was only meant to reveal what other limits she is capable of crossing with her decisions. For Shuntaro Chishiya, her image remained behind the haze in his mind. Both of them had always fought a fierce battle against themselves, although they held the trigger of the same weapon. Now, years later, the ghosts of their past experiences haunt each other again in the Borderlands, where wits do not follow with humanity. Both keep a close watch on the other's moves, until one of them might be about to throw themselves into the deep waters of this cruel game. Dozakh- a place of torment one believes they are in when separated from their lover; hell Chishiya x OC Alice in Borderland

You are fighting for your life in the borderlands and doing a damn good job of it, until a certain white haired menace saves your life. Things get hot, messy and confusing for you, but you've always liked to play with fire. Chishiya x Reader - With a fully developed surrounding story. p.s. it will get hot and steamy as the story progresses

"𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓭𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓻𝓲𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮. 𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘'𝓶 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝔂." 𝑨𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

『••✎••』 " we didnt realise we were making memories we just new we were having fun. " ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

𝑺𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑶̄ 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑰𝒀𝑨 - Calm, highly intelligent, manipulative and strategic. Most horrific games do not faze him. Psychologically, not your usual player. Detached and collected until another participant catches his eye. 𝑨𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑬 𝑵𝑰𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑰 - Her skills never miss to amaze one. The moment you think you had figured her out, she surprises you with something new. Analytical, unpredictable, patient and observant. He brought the skills of a doctor, while she carried an unexpected secret. With Chemistry as her sharpest weapon, she turns survival into strategy. They both quickly learn how to survive in a world that feeds off fear and desperation. ᓚᘏᗢ [Chishiya Shuntarō x fem!oc] [based on seasons 1,2] #1 in #aib #1 in #chishiyafanfic #1 in #chishiyaxoc #3 in #aliceinborderland

There is a particular kind of loneliness that comes from being seen but never truly noticed. From living so quietly, one begins to fade into the walls around. To know this grey existence well is to know the weight of wanting something just out of reach. But what happens when the walls open? When one is lead through a door that shouldn't exist? When one steps into a world that offers everything a grey life had denied---colour, attention, and recognition? What if it demands something one is yet to understand? Or, in which a girl bored of her colourless, mundane life finds an alternate world where everyone seems to be a reflection from wonderland. Inspired by Coraline

shuntaro chishiya x oc The last King had ruled through paranoia, through the kind of weak-willed fear that saw threats in allies and let power slip through trembling fingers. The noise swelled, folding in on itself, growing larger than the sum of its parts. It was no longer sound; it was weight, crushing down on me, sinking into the marrow of my bones, pressing into hollow spaces of my mind. It tangled with my thoughts, wrapped around them like a vice until I couldn't tell where the shouting stopped and where my mind began. Some were composed, faces and expressions unreadable. I recognized it for what it was. Panic didn't always look like screaming, sometimes it was just the way someone swallowed hard, as if trying to keep it down. The wall bore the marks of time, not in cracks or stains, but in etchings of survival - a tally of days carved with a dagger. At first, I had carved them close together, expecting to leave before the space ran out. But as the marks stretched, as the numbers climbed, the gaps between each tally mark grew wider, as if denial could be traced in spacing, as if putting more distance between each stroke would make it less real. I ran my fingers over the final mark, the last one I was allowed. I focused on the way the air felt when no one else was breathing it. The visa was not an empty threat, nor an arbitrary limit designed to keep me playing - it was a fuse reminder that time did not stop simply because I had. I wondered why I wasn't so scared, but when you realize you're being controlled by fear, things stop being so scary.

The Red String of Fate was a myth that was whispered between the souls and the skies. It said to guide two destined hearts across lifetimes, undeterred by distance or time. But belief is a fragile thing. To tether one's sense of self to a thread is to be haunted by the silence at the other end. Yet still, hands reach--for fate only weaves through hearts willing enough to be bound. Inspired by "the flowers bloom" by @rainsoughtflowers

ᯓ★ 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ▬▬ ❪ 𝘮𝘶𝘨𝘦𝘯 ❫ ❛ a well-known athlete is forced to abandon the life planned out for her in haste. Relationships are slowly forgotten as some others form. But when she is thrust into the borderlands, her greatest love and nightmare rekindles back like an open flame⭑.ᐟ ❜ 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌, 𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 Alice in Borderland fanfiction.ᐟ shuntarō chishiya 𝗑 female!𝗈𝖼 • ©𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗑𝗌𝗂𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗇 , 2025-2026.

𝐌𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐀 is a twenty-year-old bursting with energy, a chatterbox who can talk her way through anything. Or so she thought. One ordinary morning, she wakes up to find her roommates gone, the streets empty, and the entire world eerily silent. As she searches for life, confusion turns to dread-until a mysterious white screen appears, declaring the start of a "game." With no one else around and nothing left to lose, Yara follows a strange red signal in the sky, unknowingly stepping into her first challenge in the Borderlands... where survival means playing by the rules of someone-or something-else.

★ . ꜝꜞ ᳝ ࣪ 'Singing from heartache from the pain, taking my message from the veins, speaking my lesson from the brain, seeing the beauty through the pain ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Donde Jiwoo y Chishiya se conocen dentro de un hospital gracias a la frecuencia con la que va la chica. La primera vez que coincidieron, ambos se atrayareron por el cabello del otro. A ella le llamó la atención su pelo patinado, y él, le sorprendió el mechón blanco que la chica portaba. Varios sucesos hacen que siempre se terminen cruzando, especialmente dentro del hospital. Pero luego de tiempo sin verse gracias a una situación traumatica que sufrió la femenina, ambos terminan volviéndose a encontrar en el extraño mundo de Boderland, un lugar en el cuál tienes que jugar para sobrevivir. •love, drama and an apocalyptic world ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 04/05/23 🥇 #chishyiashunatrou 05/20/23 🥇#chishyiashunatro ☘Chishiya x fem!oc ©All the credits to Haro Sao, Netlix and Crysctalites

shuntaro chishiya x oc The last King had ruled through paranoia, through the kind of weak-willed fear that saw threats in allies and let power slip through trembling fingers. The noise swelled, folding in on itself, growing larger than the sum of its parts. It was no longer sound; it was weight, crushing down on me, sinking into the marrow of my bones, pressing into hollow spaces of my mind. It tangled with my thoughts, wrapped around them like a vice until I couldn't tell where the shouting stopped and where my mind began. The wall bore the marks of time, not in cracks or stains, but in etchings of survival - a tally of days carved with a dagger. At first, I had carved them close together, expecting to leave before the space ran out. But as the marks stretched, as the numbers climbed, the gaps between each tally mark grew wider, as if denial could be traced in spacing. I ran my fingers over the final mark, the last one I was allowed. I focused on the way the air felt when no one else was breathing it. The visa was not an empty threat, nor an arbitrary limit designed to keep me playing - it was a fuse reminder that time did not stop simply because I had.