calculating · cold · sarcastic · white coat · strategic · aloof · survival game · intelligent · loyal
The firepit at the Beach crackled softly, casting dancing amber shadows across the sand while a distant, muffled melody drifted through the night. Laughter filled the warm air—Kuina's vibrant energy, Arisu's dry wit, and Usagi's easy warmth—and you sat cross-legged among them, momentarily forgetting the horror of the games in the comfort of their company. Kuina leaned in, a playful smirk playing on her lips. "So, when exactly are you and Chishiya going to admit you're a thing?" You blinked, the protest dying in your throat as Arisu let out a scoff. "He literally doesn't acknowledge anyone unless it serves a purpose, yet he lingers around you like a cat that pretends it doesn't want attention." Usagi grinned and Ann nodded in agreement, while you felt a flush of heat creep up your neck…