#chishiya x poc!reader

[solitaryearthperson]

You Changed Me

Summary: While patching you up, Chishiya confesses something to you.

(The reader is gender-neutral. The race/ethnicity is preferably black/person of color.)

*I am not a medical professional so I don't know if any of this is accurate*

"Hold still," Chishiya told you as he continued to dab the scratch marks with more antiseptic, concentrating on not pressing too hard on you.

"Sorry," you hissed, trying not to feel too flustered at having him so focused on your body even if it was just to patch you up.

Lifting your head up from the bed, you couldn't help but notice the close attention he gave to your wounds. You had seen him focused before when it came to tampering with a tricked-out device of his or a new plan that he had schemed up and wouldn't give you the full details, only the parts involving you. This type of focus he currently had was quite different. He's in his doctor mode, you realized. Right now, you weren't (Y/N), one of the few people he expressed slight concern and affection for. Right now, you were just a patient who needed his professional skills.

"Okay," he began, throwing the now blood-filled cotton ball away in the trash, before getting up and heading to the bathroom. You heard the cabinet open and close before you saw him walk back over to you on the bed, and felt him sitting down on the edge with a needle and thread in one hand, and a box of gauze pads in the other. "I need to stitch you and then dress your wounds."

The sight of the needle and thread made you gulp nervously, but not wanting to seem weak in front of him, you took a deep breath before nodding your head to him.

As he lowered himself to your side, you looked up to the ceiling of the room and tried to ignore the painful sting of the needle entering your skin and the thread following behind.

"Hey Chishi," you said, knowing the nickname irritated him, but not currently caring.

"Yeah," he replied back, his voice the usual devoid of emotions.

"Were you a good doctor," you asked him, feeling curious. He never gave that much details about his life before the Borderlands, besides the fact that he came from a rich family and that he was a doctor.

"Yes, I was," he answered.

The way he answered was full of assurance, leaving no room for doubt, and hearing it made you smile.

"What type of doctor were you? Like general, or surgeon, pediatrician, psychiatrist...?"

"Heart surgeon."

Heart surgeon, you repeated in your mind. The thought of him being a doctor was still a strange thing you couldn't quite grasp, but you were still impressed at the amount of knowledge he secretly had.

"Hmm," you hummed aloud without thinking.

"What?"

"Nothing it's just-," you suddenly hissed at the feel of the needle piercing you sharper than before and you glanced down to see Chishiya was already looking up at you apologetically. "Do you think me and you would have been friends before all of this?" you asked him, slightly twitching at the uncomfortable feeling of the thread moving through your skin.

"Probably not," he answered a little too quickly for your taste and you quickly looked down at him to see the dark roots of his scalp as he continued to stitch.

"Why not?" you didn't mean to show the offense in your voice, but you had thought you and Chishiya were making progress with each other.

"You wouldn't have liked me before this," he answered. "The only reason we are together is because of this place."

He was silent for quite a while, and for a second, you thought that maybe he just simply ignored you, but doing a quick glance down, you saw that while he was still lowered over your stomach, needle and thread in his hand, his demeanor and aura had somewhat changed.

"Do you really think we wouldn't have been friends before this?"

With a tired sigh, he replied, "I know we wouldn't, (Y/N)."

"Why wouldn't I have liked you before, Chishiya? If I like you now, I definitely would have before."

Letting out another hiss, you watched as he finished up stitching your side, then took out a small pair of scissors that you had no idea where came from, and used them to cut the remaining thread.

"I have changed here."

Changed? Is he serious? "Chishi, we all have changed here. This place does that to you-"

"I wouldn't have cared about you before," he interrupted you. "Not you, Kuina, Arisu, or anyone else. I didn't really care much about my patients, either."

The confession made you become quiet for a second. It was something you were glad to hear come out of his mouth as it meant that he trusted you just as much as you trusted him, trusted you enough to confess something personal like that, but still...How could you not care about the patients you saw, worked on?

As if reading your mind, he answered you, "They were just people my job required me to help, just like you all were nothing but pawns to me."

Even though it was the honest truth and something you and the others had already known, you still couldn't help but feel a little hurt by it. Despite how close you two had become, it was still a bit of a struggle to not get sometimes offended by his apathetic voice coupled with harsh truths.

"Well, what changed?" You asked, using your elbows to try sitting up, but he quickly placed a hand gently on your shoulder and nudged you back down, flat on the bed.

"You're not ready to get up yet. Just relax and let me know if you need anymore medicine."

You nodded your head, before giving him a silent look, urging him to answer your question.

"You know what changed," he answered.

The answer was true, but you wanted to hear it straight from his mouth. "No, I don't. What changed, Chishi?"

Even though some strands of his hair covered his face, you could still see a slight blush appearing on his face and couldn't keep the grin from growing on yours.

Letting out a sigh at what you were trying to do, he tried to ignore the growing hotness in his face and answer you as honestly as he could. "Kuina...Arisu...and you. You changed me."

I sure did, you thought proudly, watching as he got up from the bed, gathering the needle, leftover thread, and other times in his arms before going back to the bathroom.

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[solitaryearthperson]

A Ghost

(The reader is gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably black/person of color.)

Clever and Stealthy. That's what Chishiya thought of you as you both looked over the beach in comfortable silence, your shoulders almost touching each other. Clever, stealthy, and quiet. Almost similar to him. That was something that was rarely ever thought of by Chishiya. There were not that many people he saw as just as smart as him or clever, most being of average intelligence, and some like Niragi, he would consider stupid. A person almost as clever and smart as him always intrigued him.

He first noticed you at a spades game. At first glance, he thought you were a newcomer to the Borderlands. You were extremely quiet, fidget-y, looking around with wide eyes, and a nervous expression on your face. Either die tonight or in another game. Probably won't last long at all. By the end of the game, you had completely taken him by surprise (another rare feat) and not only survived, but somehow didn't have a single scratch on you. Like him, you wore a light hoodie over your bathing suit and had a Beach bracelet as well.

He tried his hardest to search for you throughout the hotel. He first asked Kuina if she had seen you before, and she had told him 'no.' He then went to different Beach residents and even some of the Executives, but everyone said that either they didn't remember you or didn't know you even existed.

A ghost, He called you. His clever, stealthy, and quiet ghost who apparently seemed to be haunting the hotel.

It wasn't until almost a month later that he actually saw you outside of the games.

He gone up to the roof, bored and frustrated at not finding you. Usually he was always on alert wherever he was, in the hotel, a game arena, or anywhere, but he somehow didn't sense your presence already on the roof, sitting on the ledge, looking down at the partying guests with silent fascination.

"Heard you were looking for me," You had said, a grin on your face at seeing the shock on his. "Name's (Y/N)."

He quickly covered his shock with his usual bored expression, and made his way over, sitting down on the ledge next to you.

"How'd you figure out I'd be up here," you asked, furrying your eyebrows. You would soon tell him that you went to great trouble to make sure barely anyone at the hotel knew who you were, where you came from, or where you were staying, finding and using secret passages in the hotel that neither the Executives or Militants knew about.

"I didn't," he told you, a smug smirk appearing on his face. "I just got lucky and found you."

A ghost. His ghost that soon he would look for in every game, almost surprising himself at how eager he was to see you.

Curiosity, he called it. It's not eagerness. Just curiosity. He knew he was lying to himself, but he wasn't ready to face the fact that he may have been developing a crush on you (another rare feat).

"Mmm," you hummed, squinting your eyes, looking down at the multiple guests dancing and drinking. "Which one?"

He had to take a quick breath, before answering you, the fact that your bodies were almost touching each other, making him slightly flustered. "That one," he said, nodding down to the party. "Tall. Bushy, unkempt hair. Innocent face."

At the description, you quickly spotted Arisu sitting on one of the pool chairs with Usagi sitting on the one next to him.

"You think he'd fall for it," you asked, turning your gaze to him, making him even more flustered. "What if he's smart enough to figure it out?"

Not as smart as you, He wanted to say, but he kept it to himself and covered up his flustering again, before responding, "He won't. He's smart, but naive." Not as clever as you.

"Well, let me know if I can be of any help," you told him, placing a hand on his arm, making goosebumps appear under his hoodie.

"I will." He won't. Not his ghost.

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[solitaryearthperson]

Familiar

Summary: Waking up in the hospital, Chishiya feels familiar with a stranger.

(The reader is gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably black/person of color.)

(E/C) - Eye Color

*If you haven't seen season 2 yet or haven't finished it, I wouldn't recommend reading this*

The sound of beeping was loud in Chishiya's head as he opened his eyes. His dark gaze ran across the room quickly, trying to figure out where he was and how he got there. He could feel parts of his body was sore, and wondered if he had gotten hurt and if so, how bad was the wound.

Hospital? I'm in a hospital. But I wasn't here before. I was-He couldn't think of where he was before. Was I on my way home? Where was I? Sitting up, he looked over to his right and saw in the bed across from him, a man sleeping. He had bandages covering half of his face and around his chest as far as Chishiya could see. What happened to him?

"Hi," a sudden voice made him look away from the man in the bed and he saw a person entering the room, wearing a hospital gown as well.

They look familiar, he thought, running his eyes up and down the person's body. Where have I seen them?

"How're you," the person asked, walking over and taking a seat on the bed, next to his legs.

Those eyes, he thought. They were a beautiful (E/C) and they seemed so familiar to him. They gave him a warm, happy feeling in his stomach. Something he never felt before. Is it love? Whatever it was, this person made him feel it.

"Chishiya," you wheezed, feeling yourself lose more and more energy as more blood seeped out of you.

He didn't answer back, and instead turned his head to the side to see you looking at him tiredly with those same (E/C) eyes. A strange mix of feelings was inside him as he looked at you. He felt happy that as he was about to die, the last thing he would see will be your face, but he also felt sick at knowing that you were dying as well.

"I love you," you told him, coughing a small bit of blood after. You knew your death was getting closer and you wanted to let Chishiya know before you both passed on to whatever was on the other side.

"(Y/N)," he rasped, lifting his hand off of his bleeding wound and grasping your hand, giving it a tight squeeze. "I love you."

"Fine," he answered, looking over their body, spotting bruises around their eyes, arms, and legs. Whatever happened, they were hurt as well. "What happened?"

"A large meteor hit Tokyo," the person told him. "Some people survived, but a lot died. Apparently we've all been asleep for a while."

He didn't say anything else, his mind racing, trying to remember what happened before he was here. I was somewhere else? I know I was. They were there with me, he thought, looking at the person again, the warm feeling spreading from his stomach to his heart.

"Attention to all the remaining players, you will now be given two choices, please choose wisely.

Please choose whether you will accept permanent residency in this country or decline it. I repeat, please choose whether you will accept permanent residency in this country or decline it."

They could hear the fireworks going off in the sky, but neither looked away from each other, wanting each other to be the last thing they saw before they die. Neither had to ask the other what their answer was going to be, they could tell it in each other' s eyes.

"I'll see you on the other side," he told them, gripping their hand tighter as they both answered the voice at the same time. "I decline."

"I decline."

He was brought out of his broken thoughts by the feel of a hand taking hold of his, the familiar feel of the person's skin making him gasp, and he quickly gripped theirs back and squeezed tight, not wanting to let it go.

"Are you okay," They asked, eyes full of concern.

"Yes," he answered. What is their name? Why can't remember their name? Why can't I remember everything about them? I need to know the name of the person who somehow stolen my heart. "What's your name?"

"(Y/N)," they answered with a smile that made him want to lean toward them and kiss them, something that he never thought he would ever feel towards anyone. "What's yours?"

"Chishiya," he answered, lightly rubbing his thumb over the back of their hand. He didn't know why he did it, but he continued to do so as it felt familiar to him.

From the bright smile on the person's face, he guessed that they also felt that same familiar warmth in them. "Well, it's nice to meet you."

"Yes," he answered back, doing another thing that he rarely ever found himself doing before all of this - smiling. "It's nice to meet you too."

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[solitaryearthperson]

Us?

(The reader is gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably black/person of color.)

"What do you think it is," (Y/N) asked, turning a page in the manga they were reading. They didn't bother looking up from it when Chishiya answered, eyes too focused on the images below them.

"That has us here?" He asked, keeping his eyes focused on the phone in his hand. He was able to change it into a DIY taser and use it in the last game he was in, but the charge he used had quickly drained it, and he knew needed to fix it before the next game.

"Yeah. Do you think it's...like aliens? God? A God? Or maybe we're dead or something?" They closed the manga and looked up from it to see Chishiya still sitting in his chair at the hotel desk, the back of his head facing them.

"Dead?" He questioned, amusement noticeable in his usual bored and monotone voice.

"Yeah," (Y/N) sat up on the hotel bed and looked towards the window, noticing the sun was beginning to set, and soon the other Beach guests would begin their nightly partying. "What if this is the afterlife or limbo?"

"How can we all already be dead if we die in these games?"

"Well...I don't know," They answered, climbing off the bed and walking towards the window. Looking down, they saw by the pool the guests already gathering around and the DJ setting up his equipment.

"Maybe it's aliens then?"

"Aliens?"

"Yeah. Maybe we've all been abducted and dropped here to play horrible games for some type of bigger game of theirs. That could explain those lasers, the weird games, the fact that this city is abandoned and somehow this place has food and electricity for-" They stopped talking, realizing that they had begun to ramble. Looking away from the window and to Chishiya, they found that he had quietly abandoned what he was doing and was now looking up at them from the chair, his face devoid of emotions per usual. The only indication that he was listening to them, and not just letting them speak is the small sign of emotion in his eyes. Emotions were rarely ever seen on Chishiya, and when they were, it was surprising to see. Right now, he looked at them with a mix of amusement and surprise, another emotion rarely ever seen in him.

"What?" They asked, getting nervous at his continued stare and silence.

"You've thought about this a lot," He asked, the corners of his mouth turning up in a small smile.

"Maybe," (Y/N) replied, taking a seat onto the windowsill. "It's hard not to think about besides the games."

He didn't verbally respond to that, only nodding his head in understanding. For a brief moment, (Y/N) wondered if he ever thought about the games and the things he's seen and done in them. He always comes off as cool, collected, and never fazed by anything. Never by the screams, the blood and guts, the deaths, or betrayals. He was always calm. So calm that it sometimes unnerved them.

No one can be that calm all the time, (Y/N) thought, noticing how relaxed he was in the chair. He has to be bothered by some parts of what's going on.

"Do you think about it," They asked.

"About what? Why we're here?"

"Yeah, but also the games. What we do here. Does any of it bother you?"

He was quiet for a second, his eyes drifting away from (Y/N) in momentary thought, before returning back to them. "No, not really. What we do here doesn't matter. All that matters is completing the games, getting the cards, and finding a way to leave."

Oh yeah, the cards, They remembered his plan to take Hatter's cards and hopefully be the first one to return home.

"You do know that Hatter's theory about the cards is just that- a theory," (Y/N) reminded him. "We don't know if it'll work or not. What will you do if it doesn't?"

They weren't that bothered by Chishiya's plan, only concerned about whether it will work or not. If the plan did work and he would be the first to go home, they wondered if he would take them and Kuina with him. While he wasn't an emotional or friendly person usually, they could tell that slowly over time he had become slightly attached to Kuina, and (hopefully) theirself.

Hopefully my feelings aren't clouding my judgement about him, (Y/N) thought.

"If it doesn't, then I'll make another plan for us."

That's not surprising. It may not seem like it because of his relaxed and bored demeanor all the time, but (Y/N) quickly learned that Chishiya is quite a persistent person, and if he wants something or suspects someone of something, he is incredibly determined to- Wait did he say 'us?'

"Us?" They questioned.

"Yep," he nodded his head, the smile he had now growing into a smirk. He spinned the chair back around to the desk, and picked up the phone, beginning to tinker with it again when he continued, "Me and you."

Hearing the amusement in his voice, a sudden smile came to their face, and looking back out the window, down to the party, the persistent thoughts about the games, deaths, and the theories of all of their arrivals to the Borderlands didn't really bother them anymore.

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[solitaryearthperson]

Stop Being Selfless

Summary: Everyone knows to not bother Chishiya at night, but you are the exception.

(The reader is gender-neutral and uses they/them pronouns. The race/ethnicity is preferably black/person of color.)

Y/N= Your Name

E/C= Eye Color

Loud pounding on a door was not something any person would want to hear late at night, especially Chishiya Shuntaro. Despite his outward appearance of always being calm and collected, his mind was constantly running with different schemes, theories, and suspicions about the many people who lived at the hotel. His only time to relax his mind is at night when he's alone in his room. And when he was laying down in bed, either sleeping or just relaxing, no one was allowed to bother him unless it was something drastically important. Even Kuina, who is one of the few people close to him, knew to not bother him late at night. This was something that the rest of the hotel residents just naturally knew, even if they hadn't formally met him before. That was just common sense.

So the loud, frantic pounding on his door had him opening his eyes in silent fury, and turning over to the door in question, he could see the person's shadow from under the door moving frantically. Arisu? he wondered, but changed his mind quickly. If it was him, he would have been yelling his name stupidly for all the hotel to hear. Letting out a tired sigh, he turned to face the other side of the room, then closed his eyes, ready to tune the pounding out, and drift back to sleep.

"Chishiya?"

A soft voice made him open his eyes, and he quickly threw his blanket off of him and stood up. Was that-he waited to see if he heard it right.

"Ch-Chishiya? Are you up?"

He quickly made his way around the bed and to the door, hurriedly twisting it open and welcoming the sight of a frantic, scared looking (Y/N).

"(Y/N)," Chishiya said, taking a quick look at them before stepping to the side and letting them in. He could see that their (E/C) eyes were wet with unshed tears, the jacket wrapped around their body was somewhat on them and at the same time hanging off their right shoulder and touching the floor, and their body was trembling.

He didn't ask any questions as he already knew why they were there. Niragi.

"Sorry to wake you up," (Y/N) apologized, pulling the rest of the jacket onto their body before zipping it up. "I didn't know where else to go. Niragi, he-"

"It's alright," he interrupted, closing his door and walking back to the bed, laying back down. "Why not go to Kuina?"

They swallowed nervously before answering him. "I thought about going to her or maybe Usagi, but I didn't want to risk Niragi coming and hurting them too."

Selfless, he thought, pulling the blanket back and gesturing for them to lay beside him. Being selfless is going to get you killed, he once told them. It was after a game where he witnessed them, at the last minute, help a weak guy that had fallen behind beat the clock with them and risked both of them dying a horrible death. They had looked at him like he was a heartless monster when he gave them this advice (which he technically was), but he knew that he was right. Stop being so stupidly selfless, he thought watching them walk over to the bed and laying down beside him, their body still trembling lightly. You're better than that, he thought, feeling himself become furious at how scared they looked. I can't have you getting hurt.

"Thanks Chishiya," they said, turning over and facing him. Even though the room was dark, he could still feel their gaze on him, and he was glad that it was dark as he felt his face becoming warm.

The room was silent for a minute as they both closed their eyes, ready to catch back up on the sleep they were both rudely awaken from when a thought had come to Chishiya suddenly, and he couldn't help but ask it.

"Why me?"

It took them a second to respond, but he quickly heard (Y/N) reply with a tired "huh?"

"You didn't go to Usagi or Kuina, because Niragi would have hurt them, too. Did you not think he would do something to me? What about Arisu?"

"I honestly didn't think about Arisu, and I think he hates you too much to come near your room and bother you," they told him.

"Hmm," was his only response.

"I won't bother you again. I promise. Just tonight."

Stop being so selfless, he wanted to tell them, but kept it to himself. Right now, he wanted to enjoy their presence next to him.

"You're not bothering me," he told them, feeling his face become even hotter at the confession. "You can come here whenever you want."

"Oh,...thanks Chishiya," he heard them say before hearing them moving closer till he could feel the warmth of their body next to him through their jacket.

"Your welcome," he muttered, closing his eyes, glad it was dark, as he could feel his face getting hotter and a pleasant grin began growing on his face. I guess being selfless can have benefits, he thought, as he began to slowly fall back asleep. I can be selfish for them and me. While they slept peacefully next to him, feeling safe and warm, he slept with dreams of many ways he would enact payback on Niragi.

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