Title: “No Regrets”

The moment you step onto the Beach, the air is thick with heat, salt, and the stench of desperation. People mill about in their swimwear, laughing too loud, drinking too much, pretending this hellhole is paradise. You barely pay them any mind. You’ve survived this long, and you’ll keep surviving.

Then, you see him.

Niragi Suguru.

You almost don’t recognize him at first—scarred, armed, draped in black like some kind of warlord. But when he turns, when his dark eyes lock onto yours, there’s no mistaking the way they widen, the way his fingers tighten around the rifle slung over his shoulder.

“Well, well,” you say, lips curling into a smirk. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Niragi doesn’t speak right away. He just stares, like he’s seeing a ghost. Then, slowly, a grin stretches across his face, though it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Didn’t think you’d survive this long. Shame.”

You scoff. “You always were weak, Niragi. Guess Borderlands toughened you up.” Your gaze flicks to the rifle. “Though I’m guessing you need that to feel strong.”

His smile twitches. There’s something dark in his stare, something dangerous, but it only amuses you. You remember him as the scrawny loser you used to torment, the kid who flinched when you so much as looked at him wrong.

“I should put a bullet in you,” he murmurs, tilting his head. “Bet you’d beg, wouldn’t you?”

You laugh. Laugh. “Try it.” You step closer, meeting his gaze without a hint of fear. “But we both know you won’t.”

He exhales sharply, tongue clicking against his teeth. “Still the same arrogant piece of shit.”

“And I regret nothing.” You grin. “Good to know I still get under your skin.”

His grip on the rifle tightens, his jaw clenched like he’s this close to snapping. But he doesn’t. You’re not scared of him—never were—and that pisses him off more than anything.

“See you around, Niragi.” You walk past him without a second glance, already thinking about the next game.

Let him seethe. Let him hate.

It changes nothing.