you're niragi.

pain floods your chest as you struggle to draw in a raspy breath, staring up at the sky from where you're sprawled out on the asphalt. you're familiar with the agonizing sensation; you've even come to be familiar with the feeling of choking on the blood that threatens to drown you with each breath. you've managed to drag yourself this far through the second stage of the games despite all your suffering – heading through games, falling from buildings, and being burned alive.

you turned your head and heaved a violent cough, blood coating the inside of your mouth as you spat out another mouthful before weakly sitting up. everything hurts more than it ever has before and even without the shotgun blast, you knew you didn’t have much longer.

you can see chishiya not too far away. he’s no longer laying on the ground where he’d collapsed earlier. he had managed to somehow push himself to sitting in an upright position, slumped back against one of the cars. his white hoodie is stained in red, and you feel a moment of satisfaction before it fades away far too fast. you should be thrilled; you should gloat and be smug about dragging chishiya down to die on the street just like you are. but you aren't happy.

"your breathing is annoying."

"fuck you." you croaked out, attempting to sit up.

"stop moving so much, it'll kill you faster."

your limbs don’t seem to want to coordinate with you anymore beyond small motions. what would have once been one fluid motion becomes several small motions. you even struggled to prop yourself up, tuning out whatever chishiya is saying to focus on reaching him to tell him how much of a dick he was.

move. was the main thought in his mind. maybe you should drag yourself over to chishiya and strangle him to death? it's only fair, you thought as you shuffled along the asphalt ground, blood trailing behind you.