Chishiya had picked his hiding spot with precision—tucked away in the shadows, high enough to avoid detection, yet with the perfect vantage point to observe the chaos below. The Tag game was unfolding as expected—screams, gunfire, the desperate scramble for survival.

What he hadn’t expected was to find you.

Across from him, in a similarly secluded alcove, you were crouched low, your breaths steady despite the madness around you. Your eyes flicked from the Tagger to the fleeing players, calculating, waiting.

And then, as if sensing his gaze, you looked up.

Chishiya raised an eyebrow. The dim lighting did nothing to hide the recognition in your eyes, nor the flicker of surprise that crossed your face.

“…Chishiya?” you mouthed, your expression unreadable.

His lips curled into the slightest smirk. “Fancy meeting you here.”

You huffed softly, glancing back at the Tagger. “Of all the places…”

Chishiya tilted his head, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Didn’t take you for the type to last this long.”

You rolled your eyes. “And I thought you hated getting involved.”

“I do.” His gaze flicked toward the Tagger, then back to you. “But now I’m wondering… should I keep quiet and let you stay hidden?” His smirk widened. “Or should I make things interesting?”

Your eyes narrowed, a silent challenge passing between you.

“Do that,” you murmured, “and I’ll make sure you don’t leave this game alive.”

Chishiya chuckled, resting his head back against the wall. Same as ever.

“Relax,” he muttered. “I like watching more than playing.”

For now, at least.