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]

❝𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 you 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦.❞ 𑣲 𝘼𝙣 𝘼𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝘽𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘 𑣲 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝗦𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗼 × 𝗠𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝗦𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶 ©_llexxiii_ ـــــــــــــــــــﮩ٨ـ

ᯓ★ 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ▬▬ ❪ 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘰 ❫ ❛ 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 ❜

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

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.)

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

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)

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

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?

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.

➛ In a world where every game could be your last, 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐤𝐨 𝐌𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢 plays not just to survive, but to feel. Raised on the thrill of risk and haunted by a past burned into memory, she dives headfirst into the deadly Borderlands with nothing to lose - except the pieces of herself she's barely holding together. ➛ 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫ō 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐚 watches from the shadows, his mind a maze of cold strategy and quiet calculation. To him, emotions are distractions - until Miori's reckless heart forces him to question everything he thought he knew. ﹒୨𝑒 ﾟ ˖ ⠀ In a place where trust is a gamble and every move could mean death, they're drawn into a dangerous dance of shadows and secrets, each step revealing more about who they really are - and what they're willing to risk.

𝖠𝖫𝖨𝖢𝖤 𝖨𝖭 𝖡𝖮𝖱𝖣𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖥𝖠𝖭𝖥𝖨𝖢 𝖮𝖢 𝗑 𝖲𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗈 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗒𝖺 𝖠 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖪𝗈𝗄𝗈𝗋𝗈 𝖬𝗂𝗇-𝗃𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖳𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗌. 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝟥 𝗈𝖿 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖰𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖣𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝖬𝗂𝗇-𝗃𝗂 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒. 𝖣𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝟧 𝗈𝖿 𝖲𝗉𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝖬𝗂𝗇-𝗃𝗂 𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝖲𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗈 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗒𝖺． 𝖨𝖬𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖵𝖤 𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲： 𝟣 𝗂𝗇 #𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝟤 𝗂𝗇 #𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍

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.

★ . 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.

"𝙔𝙚𝙨 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙭 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩?" Y/N finds herself stuck in an alternative version of Tokyo, where everyone seems to have vanished. Everyone except her ex, who she can't seem to get over.