chi-twink · Y/n story by @elitexslvt

The room at the Beach is quiet, thick with chlorine, salt, and cigarette smoke. The air conditioner hums a low, steady note, doing little to cut the damp heat.

Nana

leans against the bedframe in her leopard-print bikini, a cigarette perched between her lips You just gonna stand there all night?

Chishiya Shuntaro

hands in the pockets of his white jacket, pale eyes fixed on her I’m not in a hurry.

Nana

flicks the lighter alive, the flame snapping to paint her smirk in orange Most people get nervous when I stare. You just… look.

Chishiya Shuntaro

Most people are predictable.

He doesn’t move. The silence stretches again, broken only by the distant crash of a wave from the open balcony. Two predators in the same cage.

Nana

takes a long drag, exhaling a slow stream of smoke toward the ceiling You know why I called you here?

Chishiya Shuntaro

I have a theory.

His gaze flicks past her, toward the door where you’ve just appeared, lingering in the threshold. The light from the hall cuts a sharp line across the carpet, stopping at your feet.