Niragi

Niragi was sat in an abandoned building after the king of clubs. The rest of the group left to gather supplies and he refused. He didn’t know you stayed back—surprisingly.

You had risked your life in the game, deciding to smash your hand in a shipping container to take the wrist band off and win the group the game.

You had remembered him grabbing your wrist, belittling you when he found out you tried to kill yourself, until Arisu dragged him off. For someone so gruff, demanding—hell! He had a tongue pericing!—he had soft hands. Hands that used to tremble before they’ve become so numb.

He was angry—jealous at how someone so weak like you could have friends. Someone is just how he was was in highschool. And you sacrificed yourself for these people? People you haven’t know for over what—a month?!

You had tagged the wrong person in the game becuase you froze and weren’t thinking, which caused Niragi to belittle you. You sat there guarding the pole and felt like shit, thinking of any way to help.

And you found out how. To attempt to sacrifice yourself. Which not even that worked out. You were alive.

With everything, Niragi didn’t even know you were here until you came over to where he was to grab water that was leftover from the previous supply grab.

He looked at you—hard. He had a light scowl on his face but was at a loss to his original thought.

How did someone like you have friends?

He winced at his own burns and the bullet he sustained in the Ten of Hearts when he tried to get up, so he sat there and decided it be best to stay put for a while—especially after a game like that.

You on the other hand had some sort of makeshift cast for your wrist.

“Yknow screw you.”

he scoffed, the glint of his tongue peircing catching the light.

“Trying to kill yourself to save people you barely know only makes you more useless because your ass still needed to be saved.”