Chishiyafanfic Stories

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

A chishiya x fem oc fanfic A specter is a ghost, phantom, or apparition, often representing a haunting, menacing, or invisible force. It commonly refers to a terrifying, intangible, or dreaded entity that causes fear or looms over a situation.

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.)

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

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

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?

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

𝐀𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞 - a girl, trying to put the puzzle pieces in the correct places of her life as she deals with the problems of being a young adult that her fathers death, her mothers toxicity and the constant memories of her past during school times caused, all while she deals with the new life and the people she met in this killing machine version of Shibuya. Will she manage to change her mind about some stuff in her life and survive or will her own brain, body and heart be the cause of 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑? 𝐀𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞 does not give up until she takes what she wants. 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐚 - a young man dealing with the pressure of his parents and the heavy consequences of the career path he chose which made his heart turn to stone. Will a man so clever and so lucky at the same time manage to win these games and come back to the real world alive and the same as he used to, or will his life change uncontrollably? Those cat-like eyes could only "love" at the sight of a prey. 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬.

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

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)

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

╰┈➤ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 believed life was useless. A quiet stretch of time until inevitable death. People moved, spoke, suffered... and it all blurred together into something insignificant. That is, until he meets 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐔. A man who mirrors him in unsettling ways. Someone who sees too much, thinks too deeply, carries loneliness in the same silent corners. For a moment, it almost feels like looking into himself. Yet Arisu is different. Where Chishiya sees emptiness, Arisu searches for purpose. Where Chishiya stands in shadow, Arisu reaches stubbornly toward the light. Two sides of the same coin.. one dulled and worn, the other still catching the sun. And for the first time, Chishiya wonders... What happens when someone truly sees him? Not just his indifference, but also the person beneath it. Could being understood change anything? Could Arisu's presence carve meaning into a life Chishiya had already written off? Or would it only illuminate the truth he's always believed. That some people are too far gone, too hollow, too unfixable... and that even light, when it reaches him, simply disappears.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

★ . 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