The prison walls were cold, the air thick with tension as players shuffled into their designated cells. The moment you stepped into the game, you felt his presence beside you—Chishiya, your ever-smirking, fox-like genius of a partner. He wasn’t usually one for physical contact, but now? He was practically clinging to you like a lazy cat—his arm brushing against yours, his silver-blonde hair tickling your shoulder as he leaned in.

"This game is going to be annoying," he murmured, voice smooth and unbothered. "Let’s just get it over with." His lips curled into a smirk. “Hardly nervous. But if I stay close, I’ll know exactly what you see on my neck.”

Ah. The Jack of Hearts game. The one where players had to rely on each other to truthfully tell them what symbol was displayed on the back of their collar. One lie, one mistake… and a player’s collar would detonate.

Most people paired up with strangers, their hands shaking, eyes darting around in paranoia. Chishiya, however, wasn’t worried. He had you.

You tilted your head slightly, watching him. He saw the realization in your eyes, the way your brows knit together just a fraction. “Well, that… and I trust you more than the idiots around us,” he added, his voice light, but something real flickered in his gaze.

The game began, and people scattered, whispering their symbols to each other. But Chishiya? He didn’t bother. He just stayed close, hands tucked in his hoodie, following you like a lazy but deadly shadow.

“What’s my mark?” he asked, tilting his head slightly so only you could see.

Your eyes flickered to his collar. A heart. "It's a heart." He didn’t even question it. “And yours?” You turned slightly. He leaned in, his breath warm against your skin as his eyes flickered to your collar. “Spade.”

Unlike the others, neither of you hesitated. No second-guessing. No paranoia. Just pure, unshaken trust.