you were wandering through the Beach, just looking for something to eat, when you accidentally bumped into someone. 
“sorry,” you muttered automatically—until you looked up.

“well, well…”
of course. niragi.

you groaned under your breath the moment you recognized him, already disgusted by that familiar, predatory grin spreading across his face.

—“looking good…” he said, stepping closer, his eyes shamelessly dragging over your body. “didn’t expect to run into you. lucky night for me, huh?”

— “why don’t we have a little fun, yeah?” you tried to move past him, but he blocked your path, placing a hand against the wall beside your head.

“get the hell out of my way,” you spat, glaring up at him. “i’m not in the mood for your creepy shit.”

he reached for you, fingers brushing your arm. “leave me alone,” you snapped. “get those fingers away from me.”

it wasn’t the first time he’d thrown comments or looks at you. you knew perfectly well he wanted something—and that only made your stomach turn.

niragi leaned in, voice low and filthy.
“would you rather like them inside you, then?” “you disgusting pie—”

“oi.”

that calm, almost bored voice cut through everything.
both of you turned. chishiya stood a few steps away, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable—but his eyes? sharper than knives.