#Baji Keisuke angst

[skelliko]

Baji Keisuke |°- he broke up with you, but it was a mistake -- small, tiny bits of angst.

he didn't know what he was doing at all, he thought he understood but turns out he didn't. he thought he could go on with his day without having that giddy, warm feeling whenever you're mentioned or when Baji gets a vibration from his phone and without even looking to see who it's from he just knows it's you which causes a smile to creep up.

now, whenever he gets a text notification he jumps right into it thinking its you wanting him back but no, it's not you. it's some spam message or a text from one of his buds sending him homework answers that he forgot about. day instantly ruined.

he knows he's the one that ended it but why didn't you chase after him? it's a shit way to think and it doesn't make any sense at all because then what's the point in breaking up if he secretly wanted you to convince him to stay?

he regrets his decision, but also doesn't have the courage to face you again with this humiliation that only Baji, himself, has gained and caused. he didn't see the tears fall over your cheeks but he saw how you brought your hand up to your face when your back was turned. he knows you mourn in silence but looking back in that moment, he wished you to of slapped him for making that stupid statement and told him to take you back.

is that selfish of him? yes. because the only reason he broke up with you is because he was confused on what the feeling of love is supposed to feel like. in the beginning it seemed like a regular teenage romance, but as months went by he started to feel stronger emotions for you and that scared the hell out of him.

Keisuke being scared of love. he's not afraid of 50 men charging at him for a fight and it's him alone, he's not afraid of 100 either. he's not afraid of a knife battle, he's not afraid to speak up what's on his mind nor lead a large group within a gang, he's also not afraid to die for his friends. but he's afraid of love.

what is he supposed to say to get you back? 'hey I change my mind, can we get back together and cuddle? I miss your warmth' fuck no, you deserve an explanation and he's been pondering over it so much to the point where hes started to question if his heart can even beat anymore due to the distance between you both.

but is saving himself from humiliation better than losing you? no of course not. if it means to tell you how scared he was of a sappy emotion and you laugh at him then so be it if it means that he gets to see your smile, and if you don't laugh then he sure hopes you understand and don't stay consistent on being apart. cause this loneliness is becoming unbearable.

he ended up mentioning the situation to draken, why him out of everyone? cause draken has more experience with the feeling of love than anyone else. aside from takemichi but there's no way that hed be of help for Baji. and chifuyu gets all his relationship advice from his shows and books which all showcase high standards. and pah-chin is still in the middle of discovering his own feels for a certain someone.

"what the fuck Baji" are the first words that came out of Draken's mouth. it wasn't disappointed nor anger but rather a small push to get Baji actually thinking things over and becomes aware of not only his own emotions but yours as well. If Baji truly loved you then he wouldn't have waited this long, if he did then he wouldn't have even considered splitting up in the first place even if he was afraid. he could have talked his feelings out with you first but noooo he chose to go the hard way.

what the fuck indeed. he ended up being too focused on the humiliation on his side rather than the hurt on your side. now he feels like a complete douche.

sooner or later Keisuke finally managed to collect his mental strength In contacting you, he may have physical strength but his mentality is constantly going from one place to another, though with a bit of encouragement from draken he finally got over the fear. he was relieved that you hadn't blocked his number otherwise he would have to go up to you in person first and if so then he would have pondered longer.

it was a simple message but half the time simple and straightforward is enough to get the message across "hey, can we meet up? i want to explain a few things" "please" he double texted making sure that you get his notification, also wishing behind the screen that you reply soon.

he was starting to worry that you didn't want to talk things out and you were purposely ignoring him. he paced around his room, tried to listen to music to relax but then songs that you both would listen to came up and that just made him feel a lot worse, so he scraped that and started to tidy up his room. the nervous anticipation for your message kept increasing and decreasing with every little activity that he'd do to distract himself from you, it'd either make him calm for a few moments or make him remember.

but once you finally replied he couldn't have been more relaxed once you agreed, it was like a bubble popping. sure it took a few hours but baji convinced himself that you were just busy or maybe you were thinking though certain scenarios, which is what he'd do if roles were reversed. thought him thinking about it now makes him realise that he'd probably be pissed off if he was you, and the both of you were together for a reason meaning he was gonna have to face you while you're irritated.

he brought this all on himself, but he can handle you in that state, or in any state to be precise. he just wants to finally see you again and hopefully make things right.

a large mix of anxiety and excitement filled him up knowing that you both were gonna see each other face to face and talk without any more lies, he said he lost interest in you but that was far from the truth considering that he's actually gained more, and baji is almost dying to apologise to you and hopefully make things right. who knew he'd go this mad over someone.

even his mom realised the difference in Baji when you came into his life, and to now when you're out of it. she knows what happened and what Baji did since he ended up telling her after he told draken but that was mainly cause he asked about you, though that mainly just caused more confirmation of how much of a big mistake he did and sure enough after his mother's words it clicked that he needs you back more than anything. even his mom misses having you around and that's when you know it's serious.

when the time and day came he chose to walk to the meet up spot so that he can collect himself carefully and prepare his words. however on his way there he realised that he can't come empty handed with no tools to fix your heart. it'd almost make it seem like his job would be done half-assed if he went to fix something but only brought one tool. and his only tool in this scenario would be words that could be either taken lightly or with weight.

he wanted to bring you something, anything to physically show how sincere he is but he couldn't turn back to go to a flower shop and be late, that could just cause you to overthink that he doesn't actually care, plus baji wanted to be a little early to prove to you that he really does mean in wanting to explain everything.

so instead he quickly crossed the road to the opposite pathway and reached over someone's fenced, front garden that had some rose bushes and carefully snapped off the prettiest one he could find, one that he could be sure that you'd be obsessed over by how perfect the petals are. for the rest of the walk his finger tips had small, bleeding punctures from snapping off the thorns to make it safe for you to hold... that's if you accept it.

one is an odd number of roses but it's cutely appreciated either way holding one flower in your hand, two is an odd-even number of roses to have and holding just two flowers next to each other in one hand feels off, three and four are an okay amount to have but baji already spent a few dedicated minutes in trying to eye out the perfect rose. the people that own that bush should really try and take care of the roses more.

and there you are, walking right towards him, he could tell that you seem a little stiff and he doesn't blame you considering how you both last seen each other. though despite the whole reason for being here it feels almost nostalgic, because this spot is the place where you both first met where you apologised for mistaking him as someone else and here he is apologising to you in the same place for mistaking his feelings.

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[dragonsoulage]

He doesn’t deserve you…pt.2

Pt.1, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5

feat. Baji Keisuke

Right after the events of the club, he couldn’t get you out of his head. How should he? And it just got worse when you showed up in the pet store

Hello friendos, it’s time for pt. 2🤌🏻

Btw since I forgot to mention it, it is a kinda like modern AU. Like all grown up, smartphones and well I decided that Baji works together with Kazutora in a pet shop. I split my long ass fic into 5 pieces so this is the second one 💀🤣 still 3 more to go. I hope you like it 🤌🏻 but I just love Baji especially when he interacts with cats. He would be a cat person that’s so obvious for me. This is still the angsty cute part. The filthy stuff you can enjoy in the coming parts🤣✨

Wordcount:1,6k

Warnings: angst, fluff

It gnawed at him, for simply letting you slip. But it was not like it would be his decision to make.

No matter if you would even be interested in him or not, what mattered that it was fucking sad watching someone so kind getting used by someone so shitty.

He ran a hand through his raven locks... Indeed, it would be in his mind for some time.

And it had been in his mind, as if a small brand of you would be in his brain. The way you had looked up at him when he made your chin tilt up in the club.

He had made this night so good, from a moment you thought it was all your fault again, Baji Keisuke came over just to see a smile on your face.

And he did it, he made you smile. A smile out of pure joy and gratefulness, because it had been so long since someone made you feel truly wanted.

Even when he was at work, he thought about your pretty eyes. And the way your cheeks flushed.

Gods, it was so cute. Besides the fact, you were damn hot.

Although he didn't tell anyone, like you were just a girl he met, no big love, not even a hook-up.

He felt stupid that his thoughts lingered so long on you, 3 weeks passed even over, and not a single day when he didn't think about you. Not all the time, but every day, you popped up in his head at least twice.

Making him groan in frustration, just like now, when he stood at the counter in the pet shop, with a shop cat that could roam freely in it.

"You got treats, don't give me that look." he spoke low to that cat next to him. It was a white cat with one little black spot right, she was called Mochi and was so adorable. She didn't is there to be bought but simply to roam through the shop and look at the customers judgy as she always did. Narrowing her blue eyes when someone walked. But she still loved to get treats, and only then someone was allowed to touch her.

The cat turned her neck towards Baji, gave him a little meow before looking away as if he would insult her mom.

"So dramatic...be nice, once in a while this could do wonders." he talked back before wanted to go restock something in the back.

When he then heard the door, he still was busy to restock some items, not bothering turning around, after all it was not like he was known to be super great in customer service. But Baji indeed was excellent to tell everyone the most important information when someone actually bought an animal, or he gladly gave advice for the shelter kitten someone found. Besides Toman, he had a heart that was really soft with animals.

"Be right back, don't give the cat treats, she already got some, she is not starving!" he simply called over.

And well, when he would have a look just a moment behind his shoulder, he would have seen it was you. Just after the moment, you had popped up in his head.

You stepped to the counter, watched his back when he restocked.

Then your eyes fell on the kitty, you tilted your head, reached out your hand so she could sniff.

Mochi was skeptical but she didn't turn away.

After the next moment, when Baji turned around, he saw the scene unfold.

You, the very girl from the club, really came here. And then he could watch how you pet the cat, scratched her black ear. She usually didn't let anyone pet her without having treats.

No matter how much Baji tried to play it cool, there was that little grin what showed his two canines.

"Oh, a high and mighty customer, hm?" he greeted when he saw you, and you smiled back. He could listen how Mochi was purring.

"You didn't give her treats, did you?" he asked just after his greeting, watching how the cat enjoyed your scratches, wondering because usually she disliked getting pet without treats beforehand from strangers.

"Oh, nah, you said I didn't should give her some, just thought she wanted some attention too. A nice way to lure in customers." you said to him, your eyes locked with him.

He wondered why you were here, like 3 weeks had been over and now you were here.

"Well, it works luring in cute girls, this is something. And who can resist a cat?" Baji replied before leaning on the counter.

"There are people who can, believe me." was your answer, before you sighted heavy.

This was just the little small talk, before Baji directly would ask what lingered on his heart since he knew you stepped in.

"So you found the card in your bag? Did you finally break up with the asshole or why are you here?" he did not even bother to censor his words, straight to the point, his expression kinda serious, he cared, so much was clear.

"No, he is still my boyfriend. I- I just thought I come around, I was in the area and then saw the cat, thought it wouldn't hurt." he could see it was not the whole truth, you didn't just come here because of the cat you saw from the outside. Although it was clearly a bonus when you felt how Mochi nuzzled into your palm.

"So you are here to pet cats and hoped I would be on shift today, hm?" he tried to dig deeper, cocking his head to the side.

"To be honest..." you started, and your lovely voice shifted to be a little more serious in tone, and yet still hurt.

"I...well, I just wanted to thank you. Like it didn't end well when I needed to go home, but you made my day better, and I really appreciated that. You are a cool guy, and when I found out you work in a pet shop...it made you even, how do I put it...better? I just thought..." you stammered a little, your eyes suddenly are everywhere but not on his face, even the cat noticed it, elegantly balancing on the edge of the counter and putting up her tail so it touched your face when she passed you, before settling right between you and Baji.

Mochi even narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she would have understood what you said, wanting to give Baji a warning, when he would dare to decline you.

Because what you hoped for, was to hang out with him.

These 3 weeks after you left the club, he lingered on your mind, his words about you and your boyfriend.

It was hard for you, and since your boyfriend wasn't the nicest person, you had fewer friends who really understood your situation.

You felt understood by him, or more...he was a way out of the mundane feeling.

Not to cheat, of course not. You were far too good for that, too sweet, and still hoped.

But you had a good gut feeling about the Toman member.

Baji heard the subtle plea in your voice, afraid you might get rejected. Already aware what you wanted, even when you hesitated to really spit it out.

It tugged in his heart strings to see you tried to reach out by yourself, and still being afraid, although you wouldn't have to.

"You want to hang out?" he meant and spoke kinda matter-of-factly.

He then pushed himself off the counter, before walking around.

You nodded, shy even, but you didn't step away when he came over to you.

"So get me one thing straight, cupcake...when we hang out, I won't be saying what you might want to hear. Your boyfriend is shit and this will be my opinion, but... I have an ear open for you. After all, you made the night in the club even better for me, and not just because you are a pretty face." he said, clearly expecting that you now looked at him.

You turned your pretty face up, you saw he really meant it. And maybe this was the point, he didn't sugarcoat it, you were soft and yes you struggled with the truth, but this was the way you needed it to deal with it.

So Baji Keisuke was your only way out.

"This is the thing, you are straight to the point. And yet you are not unkind. I think this is refreshing and to be honest... I don't have many friends." you confessed, and he could see the sadness blinding away in your soft orbs.

He yearned to touch your cheek, wanting to reassure you, but well you had a boyfriend, and no matter how direct he is, he wasn't a guy to overstep boundaries or that wasn't able to be friends with someone he genuinely liked.

Although he would lie when he said you wouldn't interest him, that he wouldn't want at least try to date you.

But not before you felt like it, this was important for him.

You want to be friends? Cool. You would want to be more, at some point, maybe? Great, but the decision would be yours and only when you clearly would be asking for it.

"And you like cats." you added, it was an important point to you, it was cute how you raised your voice again just to add it. Making him lose a deep chuckle out of his throat.

"They are smart creatures, a little silly still, but they observe before they catch their prey. Besides our Mochi here, she expects you to serve her food like a queen." he said it to lose the tension of you, and it clearly worked, you smiled and there was again that adorable glint in your eyes.

@pearldaisy 💖

[burekforsatoru]

arise, fair sun

baji keisuke/f!reader | read it on ao3 meeting at the bridge goes about as well as you could predict, baji can't tell you about his plans, and you can't ask him to spill. you know he has something up his sleeve though. wc: 5.2k tags: shakespeare is rolling in his grave, a little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff

The Shibuya-bashi footbridge was surprisingly quiet today as if reflecting the sombre mood of the boy leaning against it. His hair was a long black curtain on one side of his face, the other side uncovered thanks to a strand tucked behind his ear. 

When you spotted him, your breath hitched. His new jacket caught your eye, being a new addition to your best friend’s outfit, a white jacket with a headless angel on the back - the Valhalla uniform. His dark hair contrasted with the white of the jacket, and seeing him wear it felt… unnatural.

You walked towards him in casual clothes, not wanting to stir any tensions between the gangs, and you hadn’t even reached him when he spoke in a voice low enough that he couldn’t be overheard, but loud enough that you could understand him clearly.

“You can’t change my mind, I’m not coming back.”

You stopped a few feet from him, leaning against the same fence and looking over the traffic underneath the footbridge.

“I know.”

You just wished he would tell you what was going on. It was clear that he wasn’t honest about it, that he hadn’t left Toman for some bullshit reason like he had said. However, you weren’t going to push him like Chifuyu had asked you to. You trusted his plans, trusted that he knew what he was doing, even if you desperately wanted to be included, be by his side like the old times.

“You’re not going to ask me why I left?” He spoke bluntly, with a little trace of surprise in his voice, but his gaze stayed on the moving traffic below. There was hardly anyone on the bridge but you two, just a few people rushing to and from work, nobody paying you any mind.

You looked down at the traffic, picking out cars that honked at others to focus on something other than your heart beating so loudly. You shook your head to answer his question, knowing he could still see you in his peripheral vision since he didn’t turn his head to face you.

Baji let out a long exhale, he could tell you weren’t there to pester him to spill everything. He knew you well enough to know that he could share his pain, you had shared everything before. Even through his stupid decisions, dumb and rash moves, you had always been by his side, either pulling him out of his mess or ending up in it with him.

“Then why are you here?” he continued in a low voice, still not tearing his gaze away from the cars below.

“Wanted to see you.” Your voice was equally as low, impacted by the immense emotions fighting inside you. Sighing, you didn’t look over at him. Your thoughts were with the moving people under the bridge, with the passage of time, and the ever-changing nature of everything in this world. 

He gripped the fence of the bridge a little tighter. Despite knowing you wouldn’t be here to question and push him, he didn’t expect such an answer. I wanted to see you. Of course.

“Did you come here alone?” He spoke up after a few moments of processing your words. Finally, he looked up from the traffic and turned his head in your direction. You saw his movement from the corner of your eye and followed suit, facing him while still leaning on your palms, gripping the fence.

A simple nod answered his question. You couldn’t have known if he’d be alone or with someone, not yet sure how much Valhalla trusted him. But you were out of the Toman uniform, wearing casual shorts and a T-shirt, not a single sign of being a gang member on your clothes.

“Chifuyu is doing alright, by the way. The bruises on his face are fading.” You spoke a little more softly. He had done a number on Chifuyu to prove that his ties with Toman had been cut, but Chifuyu didn’t hold a grudge against him. He believed that Baji had a plan he simply wasn’t sharing with anyone. Baji furrowed his brows in guilt and shame, feeling awful for having to leave Toman.

“That’s… good to know.” He mumbled slightly, his voice carried a tone of relief despite the turmoil he felt inside. A flock of birds flew overhead and you lifted your head to follow their movements, the breeze from their wings lifting Baji’s and your hair, rustling it before it settled down again.

“Missed you at game night last night.” You didn’t say it to make him feel bad, though you knew inevitably it would. You needed him to know you missed him being there. You missed him being your friend, not just your division’s captain. A random person shuffled past you while talking on the phone hurriedly, getting out of earshot before Baji replied.

“I know… I miss game nights too.”

“Not the same without my Pictionary partner.”

You slid ever so slightly closer to him along the fence, bending your knee and resting it against the railing, making your stance look almost casual. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Baji.” You continued in an almost sad tone, unable to let him go on without letting him know, in your own subtle way, how much you were all worried about him, how much everyone… how much you missed him.

He let out a chuckle, but his instant grin was quickly replaced with a serious expression when you spoke. He knew better than to think you would guilt him into leaving Valhalla, you’d spent many years by each other’s side and he knew manipulation simply wasn’t your style.

“I know what I’m doing, alright?” He assured you, and maybe even tried to convince himself as well.

“Is anyone from Valhalla around?” Your question made Baji quickly look around to make sure nobody was lurking. “No, I came here alone.” He was still glancing around to make sure that, despite his lone outing to the footbridge, nobody had decided to check on him. 

“You’re staying safe?” You slid a little closer again, now standing within whispering distance from him. 

He looked over at you briefly and let out a sigh at the question. He knew you were just worried, checking on him to make sure he was alright. He nodded slightly and closed his eyes.  “As safe as I can be,” he whispered, keeping his voice low and quiet, “but I can handle myself, you don’t need to worry about me.”

“I know.” Your response was immediate, though you didn’t know why he still bothered to tell you not to worry as if you hadn’t done this dance a million times before. “I know you can.” 

You slowly reached out to touch his face tenderly, brushing his cheek with your thumb. Your eyes focused on the shadows under his eyes, more prominent now than before leaving Toman.  Baji closed his eyes for a moment, his breathing slowed and he leaned into your hand, as if this gentle touch was exactly what he was craving.

“Then why do you still worry so goddamn much?” He quietly mumbled against your palm, opening his eyes and finally looking right at you. Sliding a little closer still, you looked up at him with a solemn expression, taking in the relaxed expression that clashed with his stressed-out demeanor.

“I can’t stop.” It was an honest answer, but one he either wasn’t ready to hear, or didn’t know how to act upon hearing.

“Damn, you’re such a pain.” His voice carried no annoyance, only affection despite the harsh words.

You softly chuckled before getting up on your tip-toes to get closer to his face. Your soft lips ghosted over his, barely touching at all before you got back down, pulled your hand away from his face and jokingly punched him in the shoulder for calling you a pain. You nearly gave in when his breath hitched in anticipation, but it wasn’t the time. He let out a fake grunt in pain when your closed fist collided with his shoulder, rubbing the area softly. 

“That hurts, you know…” He mumbled, faking a hurt tone. Quickly, he switched to a grin and punched you back, albeit incredibly lightly, on the shoulder.

“No, it doesn’t.” You rolled your eyes replying, slightly smirking and letting the playfulness into your tone, making Baji’s grin widen. 

“I think you bruised me.” He said through a light chuckle, rubbing his shoulder dramatically with a look of fake pain. Now, you didn't mean to feel it, but the light banter in his words kicked the air out of your lungs. It seemed so… normal, but at the same time, it obviously wasn't. Nothing about this was normal. Your jaw clenched at the light-hearted tone that he had used just like nothing had changed, though everything was different.

“I think you deserved it.” Your voice came out as a little whisper while a few tears pricked your eyes, threatening to spill and make this into a bigger deal than it was.

Of course, he picked up the sudden change in your voice, the front you had put up, the pretense that everything was fine. That your heart wasn't breaking.

His face changed into an expression of guilt. Despite believing what he was doing was necessary and right, there was a part of his life that was going to be affected regardless. And the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, it was clear in his voice when he finally mumbled quietly.

“I suppose I did.”

You looked down at your feet before managing to meet his gaze again.

“You know I'm always on your side, right? And so is your entire division.”

His eyes followed your gaze, meeting your eyes after looking down, as if in shame.  Baji knew you weren't trying to make him feel guilty, only to reassure him and remind him that no matter what, you'd still support him.

“Yeah… I know.” He replied after nodding slightly, letting out a long sigh.

“Then do what you need to do,” you reached up to softly touch a strand of his hair and then his cheek, “but don't hesitate to ask me for help if you need it. And come back to us afterwards… come back… to me.”

You felt his movement, leaning into the touch on his face while closing his eyes, savoring the moment of tender intimacy between you two, one that you both needed.

Both of you knew he couldn't ask for help right now, he couldn't ask the rest of his Toman division. He had to do it alone. But… hearing your words made him feel a little less alone. When he opened his eyes again, his expression was softer.

“I will. I… promise.” After hearing his words you quickly wiped a tear from the corner of your eye before it could roll off your cheek. Returning your hand into the pocket of your shorts, you forced your body into a relaxed stance and pushed yourself off the fence.

“You better. I'll be waiting.”

With that, you turn to leave, walking away with feigned nonchalance. Baji watched as you walked, noticing the slight tension in your shoulders while you did your best to act casual and not look back. His hands itched to reach out to you, call out and pull you back, but he didn’t act on it. He stayed still. He watched your figure get smaller and smaller until he couldn’t see you anymore, keeping his voice as low as possible as he whispered your name.

The next few days seemed never ending. Though Baji was being kept busy with Valhalla business, his mind often wandered, sometimes to that day on the footbridge, sometimes reminiscing about the good old days with Toman. Most of his nostalgia-induced daydreams ended up being about game nights with you, nightly conversations with you, bike rides with… you. The way you had held his face in your gentle hands that day at the bridge was driving him insane with overthinking. There was certainly a pattern there… Finally, there was hope for a day off, no bullshit tasks within Valhalla, Baji was free to do whatever he wanted. And what he wanted… was to check something.

He started walking in the direction of your house, almost in reflex to overthinking and struggling. Clearly, his mind wouldn’t shut up about how he had left things at the bridge, he tried to rationalize his thoughts, but to no avail. Just go, check on her, make sure she’s alright.

So he found himself across the clearing from your window.

Baji felt a hit of nostalgia as he remembered all the times he would sneak through that same window on the first floor just to chat the night away, wiping away your salty tears and talking your ear off about something random just to make you smile again.

He walked through the clearing, stopping just several feet away from the window, observing your seemingly relaxed state as you sat on the windowsill and let your damp hair dry. He suddenly felt the extent of how much he had missed you. Your game nights, your laughs, your movie marathons…

As you sat on the windowsill of your bedroom, you tried distracting yourself from thinking about Baji. The book you had picked up to try and read was lying on the floor, face-down, long forgotten. Your mind was switching from one memory to another, reminiscing the days when you’d message Baji if you got into a fight with your parents or had a generally shitty day and he’d immediately come over, spending the night sitting on this very same windowsill and talking until the sun came up, getting no sleep, but giggling deep into the night.

Reminiscing the days when he would invite you over to his place, when his mom would ask you to make him do things he had been too lazy to do (“why the hell would i clean my room when it’s gonna get messy again anyway?”) or beg you to make him study for tests and do projects due the following week. It had always been a losing battle, but you could appreciate the fact that she thought you had any sway in his head.

Snapping out of your daydreaming and looking down to where he stood, at first you thought you imagined him standing there, but he had his signature grin on, there was no way your mind could replicate that so perfectly.

You opened the window fully, poking your head out.

“O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?” You recited in an overdramatic tone, sporting a smirk in amusement despite the circumstances.

Baji chuckled when he recognized the reference, shaking his head slightly while preparing to climb up to the window like before. He sat down on the windowsill, looking at you and returning your smirk.

“I suppose that makes you Juliet then?” His tone made your sly smirk turn into a smile.

“I suppose so.” You replied almost instantly, missing the easy banter you once kept constantly.

“What, not very happy to have Romeo here?” He teased when you didn’t run into his arms like you would before. You eyed the Valhalla jacket that he wore, your heart clenching at the sight of it worn so casually, so… openly.

Your smile slightly faltered as you sat together, the tragic comparison with the fictional characters suddenly glaringly obvious and fucking sad.

“You do remember how they ended up, right?” Your point hit home, but he waved it off. Baji clearly didn’t want to think about the story, instead finding slight amusement in the way he, once again, climbed through the window like some kind of hero, saving the damsel in distress. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Don’t ruin it.” He said with a lighthearted scoff.

“If I remember correctly,” you started with a light smirk again, “when we covered that play in school, your words were something along the lines of… ‘well maybe they should have communicated better and not been idiots’.”

He let out a genuine laugh, the nostalgia about the school days bringing out the humor of his words.

“Yeah, that was it. And I stand by it, they were idiots.”

“So have you come here to communicate, Baji?” You pulled your leg up on the windowsill, folding it under yourself at the same time that he leaned his head back against the wall as you faced each other.

“I have… I think.”

Baji’s fingers seemed to twitch, as if itching to touch you as he folded them on his knees in an attempt to appear casual. He paused for a moment, savoring the silence that had settled between you, though he had questions on the tip of his tongue, all of them scrambling over each other to be let out first. Instead of asking how you were doing, if you were alright, how things were… he was just silent, paralyzed.

“You been okay?” You broke the silence in a soft voice for him.

His eyes betrayed the look of relief that you had spoken first, alleviating his stress of having to initiate. Despite that, his brown eyes reflected sadness. Guilt that he hadn't reached out first. I should've asked her first, I was the one who left.

“Yeah, I'm… I'm fine.” There was an unsaid as fine as I can be in his response. 

“Kept busy?” You smiled as you asked, relieved that at least he wasn’t… hurt physically. As far as you could see.

“Yeah, that's an understatement.” He chuckled through the reply, a humorless noise, an attempt at lessening the severity of the circumstances.

In truth, he had been busy most of the week, mostly because Valhalla was trying to use him for anything they could. It wasn't every day you got a highly capable first division captain of a rival gang to join you, they would've been stupid not to use the situation.

“I'm not gonna ask more about it, I know you can't tell me…” You followed up quickly, making sure he knew that you still didn't expect him to divulge his plans, that you understood his need for secrecy.

Baji nodded, a part of him wanted to confide in you… needed the comfort of another person, his best friend, telling him it would be okay and he was right to make those choices. He quickly changed his tone to a more light-hearted one, nudging you with his foot.

“I would tell you if I could, you know that.”

“I know.” You responded in a soft voice before looking down to where he nudged you as you played with a strand of your damp hair. “How’s your mom? And Peke J?”

His lips curled into a little smile, it had been a while since he talked about his mom and the cat.

“They're both doing fine. They're good,” he paused a little before adding, as if contemplating whether or not to say anything more, “my mom says she misses you.”

You smiled through the pang of guilt, though it wasn't exactly your fault that you hadn't visited.

“I miss her too, miss Peke J’s loud ass meowing as well.” You missed spending time at his place, sneaking into his bedroom, playing with Peke J and giving him catnip stuffed toys while his mom made you coffee and sandwiches. It was sometimes eerie how similar his mom and he looked, but it was heartwarming to see he was Ryoko’s son through and through.

He, too, remembered the good times at his place, you two, his mom, and the cat. Some of his favorite moments. 

“Yeah, he's as noisy as ever, I swear he's yelling louder every damn day.”

“I wouldn't be surprised, actually. He's probably part hyena or something.”

Your heart soared when Baji snorted with laughter, the closest it came to the way things had been before. 

“I'd believe that. Little bastard wakes me up every morning with his yowls.” With a brush of his hand through his long hair, he sighed.

It became so easy laughing again, sitting on the windowsill with him, your legs touching as you escape reality for a while.

“Can you please take that off?” You pointed at his Valhalla jacket, the only visual reminder of the harsh reality, the only thing that ruined your daydreaming of simpler times.

Baji tried to keep things light-hearted for a bit longer, playfully scoffing and raising his eyebrow at the request though in his eyes it was evident he noticed your somewhat sad tone.

“You want me to strip for you, is that it?” There was no other way he could have expected you to react apart from a roll of your eyes and a click of your tongue.

“Don't want a Valhalla member in my bedroom… just want to see my Baji…”

My Baji.

The words made his chest feel a little tighter and his heart started hammering. He didn't want to be just a Valhalla member to you, didn't want to be anyone else other than… your Baji. He took a deep breath and slid the jacket off his shoulders, unceremoniously dropping it on the bedroom floor. Once the jacket came off, he was back to being a regular guy, clad in a regular t-shirt and regular jeans, the thing you liked seeing him wear the most, other than his Toman uniform.

“Thank you, Kei.” You didn't use his first name too often as most of your other friends just called him Baji, but sometimes… when the mood was just right, when he was more than just Baji, he was Keisuke. Kei. Now he was finally your Keisuke again. 

No gang, no defection, no bullshit.

It didn't seem like he understood what a big deal it was for you, seeing him like that with an aura of normalcy instead of wearing that damn thing until you called him by his first name again, reminding him of the connection you’d always had. Baji shifted slightly, his foot sliding a little closer to yours, touching the side of your ankle. He was silent for a moment, as if reminding himself that he was still him.

“I'm still the same person.”

“I know,” you leaned forward, reaching up to his face and cupping his cheek gently, just like you had done at the footbridge, “just don't need to see that damn symbol.”

Your touch was so gentle and careful, as if holding something precious in your hands, it made him instinctively lean into your palm again, closing his eyes and letting out a soft sigh. He finally seemed to understand that seeing him in that jacket reminded you of the stupid goddamn situation you were in, of the fact that he shouldn't have even come here.

“I never wanted it to be like this.” He admitted quietly.

“I know, I get it,” your thumb just slightly brushed against his cheek, “that's why I'm not asking you to tell me your plans… or to include me, though I really want you to. I trust you.”

His throat tensed as he swallowed thickly at your words. 

“You shouldn't trust me so easily.”

“Think it was easy?” You let out a surprised laugh, short and sweet.

He lifted one black eyebrow in surprise, taken aback at the reply, as if he expected you to tell him you’d always trust him, that it was easy because it was him. 

“You sayin’ it’s not easy trusting me?” Curiosity got the better of him.

“I’m saying,” you pinch his cheek lightly for a brief moment, “that it wasn’t easy to get to know you back then. But once I knew you… really knew you, I knew I could trust you.”

He hummed softly before nodding, remembering how he kept away from most people at school, not really taking to friendships easily. But once you’d got through to him and befriended him, you became inseparable. His body leaned in once again, resting against your warm palm in a subconscious search for comfort.

“Guess you’re just too stubborn, huh?” He teased.

A slight breeze through the open window ruffled over you as you sat facing him, crossing your legs over his on the windowsill.

“Good thing you love me stubborn.”

His hands rested on your thighs, a small smile gracing his face as he marveled at how soft your skin was and how warm it felt under his palms. It felt good being close to you like this again, even if only for a little while, even if it could hurt even more once the moment was done and back to being in Valhalla, having no ties to Toman, no ties to you. For now, he was just relishing the moment, and in the moment he let out a half-playful, half-serious scoff.

“Hmph, more like unfortunate.”

“Oh yeah, very unfortunate to have someone by your side whatever the weather, right? Poor you.” You chuckled, tempted to smack his cheek.

“Oh absolutely, it’s truly a struggle living with the burden of your unwavering support and loyalty.” Baji grinned and patted your thigh playfully, finally relaxing fully in the familiar banter, this is how it’s supposed to be.

“And yet you always come back for more… masochist.” You retorted, soaking up all the smiles on his face, the way his lips curled and showed the sharp points of his teeth was so familiar, so cheekily and deeply him. It was obvious he was enjoying the lightheartedness of the moment, a brief respite from the weight put on his shoulders since joining Valhalla.

“Oh you have no idea. Nothing gets me off more than being around your stubborn ass.” His hand squeezed the flesh of your thigh gently, in a slow motion, as if reminding you (and himself) that he was still here, and this was real. You rested your forehead against his shoulder, sliding your body closer to him.

“Knew it, you can’t keep away from my stubborn ass.”

Baji smiled. You lifted your gaze to catch his eyes, skin crinkled around them as it always did whenever he let himself show a big grin, his sharp canines on full display. 

Oh, how you loved it when he smiled. 

The sight of it made your face soften even more, as if caught off guard by such a sincere reaction, as simple as a smile. 

He didn’t want to ruin the moment, so he turned his head to the side to look at you better. He held your gaze, drinking in your closeness, the way you looked at him like he mattered. Like he had a place in this world. 

Oh, how he loved it when you looked at him like that. 

Both, suddenly and slowly at the same time, you lifted your head and stretched your neck to ghost your lips over his again, just like the other day on the bridge. They barely touched before you pulled back slightly, not even trusting yourself to take a breath before returning to a safe distance from his lips. 

Baji wanted to grab you, pull you closer, and kiss you until you were both gasping for air. He wanted to remember this moment, to store the memory of your touch in his mind. He didn’t act though, letting you pull back slightly before he spoke in a low voice.

“Unfair…”

Your voice comes out more strained than intended, as if struggling to find the strength to squeeze them through your teeth. “I will kiss thy lips.Haply some poison yet doth hang on themTo make me die with a restorative” You barely made it through the last line before quickly, afraid you would chicken out, closing the distance between your lips and softly kissing him.

He kissed back almost immediately, almost like he was about to lean in and kiss you himself had you not acted first. His mind was clear of everything apart from you. All his focus was on this blissful moment, hanging in the balance between the outside and the inside, between past and future. Between you and him.

The kiss soon became more desperate, Baji couldn’t help himself, his lips took more, pulled sounds from your lips, swallowing them hungrily. He moved his hand from your thigh to cup the back of your neck, greedily pulling you even closer to him. Deepening the kiss, brushing his tongue against your lips, he sought to taste you.

Desperate for more contact, you shifted to settle on his lap, pressing yourself against him and placing your suddenly restless hands on the back of his neck, pulling him in even more, closer, never enough. You kissed him like he was an oasis in the middle of a desert, like you were dying of thirst and he was sweet nectar. 

Once the kiss was broken, you search his eyes for anything resembling regret, anything that could break your heart as it lay out in the open. Your quick-flitting eyes made you focus on his breathing, analyzing every molecule of the tension between you. 

If there was one thing he was sure of, it was this – Baji Keisuke could never regret kissing you.

“I missed you every day you weren’t here.” Your voice was raw and quiet, but the proximity made it unnecessary to speak any louder, the warmth in your voice was enough to make his heart ache. Baji’s hand gently cupped your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin before he responded in a soft voice.

“I missed you too. More than you know.”

They always said that learning stupid old dramas and literature was pointless. But you had a blueprint for a tragedy that you could avoid. You couldn’t bear to think of the similarities with tragic heroes. Star-crossed, doomed from the start. Instead, your heart thrummed with a different melody, rebellious, hell-bent on overcoming this bullshit, to hell with Valhalla and these grand schemes. You would fight and emerge victorious.

You kissed again, and again, lips gently meshing together in a slow dance, taking all the time you could steal from the universe, carving out a space and time for yourselves where you could exist in a bubble with no real-life consequences.

Baji’s eyes fluttered as your lips left his to continue their gentle affections across his jaw, down to where it met his neck. Your lips parted to press soft kisses and you let out little moans at the incredible feeling of finally having his sensitive skin under your lips like this. It was addicting.

It was nearly dangerous. He shouldn’t have even been here, but he was. Holding you in his lap, sitting on your windowsill with his hands resting on your ass, pressing you against his body that was going completely pliant as you traced your lips across his neck, down to his shoulder and back up to his jaw. That damn Valhalla jacket stayed forgotten on your bedroom floor, completely unwanted and irrelevant in this perfect moment, isolated from the rest of the world. 

And all he could think about was how to hold you even closer, closer, closer.

thank you so much, @just-one-more-beer for lending me your eyes and brain to beta-read it months ago <3

[tr-mha-fan]

🥀Memories Pt. 2 🥀

An epilogue for 'Memories'

Part 1 here

⚠️TW:⚠️ Check part 1 AND selfharm

"I'm sorry Kei, I love you..." your arms suddenly went limp around Keisuke's neck. Your skin went cold. The short frantic breaths you were heaving a second ago stopped.

Baji's steps slowed and came to a compete halt. His eyes widened, his breathing picked up.

He had, just now, and in his own arms, lost the love of his life. And what made it worse, the engagement ring in his pocket, the one he never got to give you.

He couldn't understand why.

Why did it have to be you?

Why were you the one standing in the shooting range of those scumbags?

Why wasn't it him?

Why were you the one who died?

Why didn't he save you?

"I'm the worst..." Came Keisuke's worn out voice, gripping his hair. He hadn't slept in days. Not since that day.

He barely ate unless his mother forced the food down his throat. His eye bags were growing more visible by the second.

Chifuyu, the only friend who stayed by you guys' side after the fight, would pass by everyday. The poor blond was worried for his friend. He knew how much it hurt, you were his best friend. It hurt him losing you, too.

But, seeing the person he looked up to in such a state, his heart shattered more than once since your funeral.

Poor Chifuyu stopped by you and Baji's shared apartment- now only Baji's apartment- to cook. He would clean up, gather all the beer cans, the cigarette butts.

His heart ached.

Today wasn't any different. Chifuyu woke up, showered, changed, skipped breakfast, and made his way to Keisuke's place.

The young male rang the doorbell, but, like usual, there was no answer. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a spare key (you gave it to him a while back since you trust him) and unlocked the front door.

As usual, he cooked breakfast for the depressed ravenette who barely left his room, unless he wants to drink more.

"Baji-san?" Chifuyu called out, peeking through the bedroom door. "I made you breakfast."

No answer. Chifuyu sighed, knowing he won't be getting one.

"I'll leave the tray here, please eat." With that, he left the room, which used to smell like flowers and perfume, that now reeks of alcohol and smoke.

"I'll clean up the bathrooms today," Chifuyu mumbled to himself.

After picking up the dirty pile of laundry from the bathroom floor, Chifuyu put the clothes in the washer, returning to the bathroom with a broom and Clorox (I hate the smell of this thing but it's necessary when cleaning😒)

Putting the spray bottle of cleaning liquid on the counter, Chifuyu leaned down to the floor, picking up a small box. "Hm? What's this?"

Oh, only if he hadn't seen it. If only he ignored it. Put it up somewhere without opening it. He really wished he had, for now, he was sitting on the bathroom floor, bawling his eyes out once more.

Why? Why is the world so cruel?

There, inside that small box, was an engagement ring. But, that wasn't it. That wasn't what made the young man cry.

It was the bloody blade beside it.

Chifuyu sprung off the floor, speeding towards the main bedroom.

"Baji-san!!" Chifuyu cried out, anger apparent in his voice. He instinctively glanced towards the food tray, sighing a breath of relief when he saw that the cup of water was half empty. The food was untouched, but At least he drank something other than beer.

Keisuke made no movements, as if completely ignoring Chifuyu's presence.

"Baji-san! What is this?!" The green (blue???) Eyed boy asked, facial expressions much softer than his voice.

No answer.

Chifuyu noticed the tip of a white bandage peeking out from beneath the long sleeved shirt Baji was wearing. Eyes filling with worry, he shook the black haired male, trying to wake him up. But to no avail.

Matsuno pulled the covers off of Baji, pretty roughly, but what he saw underneath...horrified him.

.

.

.

Right there

Right beside his best friends body, was an opened pill bottle, only a few pills left inside.

.

.

Chifuyu's eyes warily glanced at the cup on the bedside table which was half full.

He couldn't believe his eyes. He shook Keisuke more, "Baji-san! Baji-san?!" Voice panicked, he didn't know what to do.

Quick! Check his heartbeat! His brain whispered.

Grabbing Baji's wrist, and pressing his thumb to the (arteries? Veins? I really don't know) he felt... Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

.

.

His knees gave up on him, falling to the floor. Eyes wide, tears streaming down his cheeks like waterfalls.

.

.

Is he really going to have to attend a second friend's funeral in less than a month?

Hehe, I hope I hurt your heart.😈 My heart ached writing this honestly, but I had to! I had another idea in mind but things decided to go this way and I like it better anyway!

Kazutora out!

[ranhaitanisgf]

Congrats on 2k followers 🎉🎉🎉 may i pls request "boy next door" & "in another life" with baji. ty for ur hard work and if u do accept this ask ^^

— baji keisuke // boy next door // in another life

[𖤐] hey anon!! what is wrong with you !!! it's so sad !! omg !!! lawl jk, im sry im getting to this sooooooosososo late! i hope you enjoy all the same my lovely ! <3

wc: 1.4k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

it all seemed like yesterday. 

you had been behind the apartment complex you live in, plastic bags in hand as you kneeled down and took out multiple cans of cat food. the five cats in front of you meowed with glee, eager for you to open the tins. some of the younger one’s paws went up onto your knees, though it wasn’t enough to sway your balance from where you were kneeling. 

“yes yes, i know! just give me oneee second, and i’ll have these open and you guys can gobble them all up!” you giggled, pulling open the tabs on the cans and setting them down on the ground. as soon as you set one down, the cats would immediately flock to it, eating ferociously and almost fighting each other. 

“woahhh, let’s calm down guys…” as soon as they started fighting, you pulled some away to their own can of food, and once they were all eating, it was smooth sailing from there. 

sitting on the ground, you smiled as you watched the cats gobbling up the food. you obviously couldn’t take them all in, especially since the apartment complex doesn’t allow pets, so this was the most you could do. it hurt your heart that you couldn’t give them a place to live, but the best you could do was give them a nice meal. you had even picked up a second part-time job so that you could afford to buy the expensive cat food. 

“peke j! where are ya?!” you heard a deep voice call out. looking up, you noticed a boy with long black hair walk into the quiet area, a look of worry on his face. 

the black cat who had been happily eating suddenly looked up from his food, then immediately started bounding towards the boy, jumping into his arms with a happy meow. 

“this is where you’ve been? jeez, you had me worried…” if the boy saw you, he didn’t say anything. you smiled a bit at the situation; you supposed that the black cat had just been looking for an extra meal, which you guessed was understandable. 

“oi, i’m talkin’ to you.” looking up, you saw the black haired boy standing above you, his cat purring softly in his arms. “do you feed these cats?” he asked. the question caught you a bit off guard; you weren’t sure what you were expecting him to ask, but you’d expected him to be mad given his tone of voice. 

“yep.” 

“every day?” 

“mhm.” 

“i see…cool! i’m baji keisuke, and this little troublemaker right here is peke j. he acts like i don’t feed him, but i swear i do.” baji grinned at you, kneeling next to you to watch the cats, a goofy grin on his face. you were very surprised now, since you had expected him to be a bit standoffish. you suppose that’s what you got for judging based on a cover. 

“what’s your name?” 

“(y/n).” 

from then on, you and baji just got closer and closer. you eventually learned that the two of you lived in the same complex, and you actually lived right next door to each other. because of this, you both began to hang out a lot; you would go feed the cats behind the building together, you would walk to the convenience store together, and baji would even come to pick you up from your part-time job if it got out late. 

“i can’t have you walking home at night, (y/n).” he would say. 

it had been a little bit scary when he first picked you up on his motorcycle, but you learned to love it. it was exhilarating, and it was even more so when you were with baji. 

you would hold on tight around his waist as he sped down empty streets, yelling his head off about who knows what. despite the fact he was going fast, you trusted him and knew it would be alright if you were with him. 

the two of you would also walk to and from school, sharing the umbrella you would bring when it rained, (he was always woefully prepared for the weather) and stopping by convenience stores to get snacks for the walk home. when he started slicking back his hair and wearing thick glasses, you made fun of him non-stop, but also offered to tutor him in his studies. you two would spend hours in his room; he was usually halfway asleep until you woke him up with a flick to the forehead. in return for the help, he would bake something for you, (“i told you, it’s from my mom! i didn’t make them!!!”). 

then, he introduced you to his new friend, chifuyu, and the three of you became your own trio. you eventually met the rest of his friends; they were all in a gang called the tokyo manji gang, which sounded a little scary to you at first, but when you met them all, any worries you had before were washed away. you weren’t officially part of it, (baji refused to let you join, since he would say, “how would i be able to face your family if something happened to you?”) but you would attend a lot of meetings, showing up with baji and joking around with him. 

it was all perfect, until it wasn’t. 

you had noticed that he didn’t talk to you as much, and that he seemed to be avoiding you, which was a pretty hard task considering the two of you lived right next to each other. you would show up at his door, and he would tell you to go away. for weeks, this went on, until you finally listened. 

had he gotten tired of you? 

the last time you had even spoken with him was three weeks ago when you had found peke j. lurking around in the back on the complex again. the conversation had been short and curt. 

“hey, i found peke j-”

“thanks.” 

“wait, keisuke, can we just talk-?” slam!

it wasn’t until chifuyu showed up at your door that you were able to see him again. 

“(y/n)-chan…i’m so sorry…”

you didn’t even want to think about the worst conclusion when you had seen his red-rimmed eyes, but when he brought you to the morgue in the hospital, you knew what had happened. you saw baji’s mother sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, an empty look in her eyes as she stared at the table in the middle of the room. 

when the doctor pulled the sheet down, chifuyu had to hold you up to keep you from collapsing. 

“i wish you were here again, keisuke.” you whispered into the wind, the tears on your cheeks being dried by the cold wind. you opened two cans of soda, putting one in front of you and putting one of the grave in front of you. 

you hadn’t opened the paper in your hands yet; you were too scared to read it. what if he’d said how much he hated you? you don’t think you could handle that. 

it was something that chifuyu had given you, telling you that keisuke had wanted you to read it. 

after a few silent minutes, you put down the can of soda. with shaky fingers, you opened the small notes, your eyes already welling up with tears. 

(y/n)--

i’m sorry that i’ve been ignoring you the past couple of weeks. trust me when i say that it hasn’t been easy for me to do, but it was necessary. i guess if you’re reading this then it means i’m gone, which kinda sucks ‘cause that means i can’t confess to you in person like i wanted to. i like you, a lot. i love you. ever since that day i saw you with the cats, i think you put a spell on me or something. jesus, this is corny. my chest feels weird when i’m around you, but in a good way. i don’t really know what else to say, but i hope you can forgive me. i’m sorry. will you keep feeding the cats behind the complex? i’ll be watching. 

-keisuke 

“yeah, i will…” you spoke in between sobs. it felt like your heart had been broken into a million little pieces, if it hadn’t been ripped apart enough already. 

“please come back, keisuke…i don’t want to have to wait until the next life…”

[tsukimirecs]

TOMAN 𓏵 tokyo revengers // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

manjirou sano - mikey

taiyaki for the soul

taiyaki for the soul pt. ii

stubborn picky eaters

how you get the girl

two birds

baji keisuke

dandelions

drunk kisses

patch me up

of large rimmed glasses and dusted blazers

just a memory

ken ryuguji - draken

homecoming queen

sleepy mornings

her soul begs for me

a month without you

when i'm with you

city lights

mitsuya takashi

memo

traces

just passing by

pin cushion

when glory favors the verdant

kazutora hanemiya

dice or no dice

love confessions

penpal

matsuno chifuyu

take me back!

easy solace

on time.

committed

murder you with cuteness

hands down

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

Emma died thinking Draken didn't love her back.

Izana wanted to shape Mikey into Shinichiro but he ended up shaping Mikey into himself.

Kakucho lost his beloved people twice-his parents and Izana-and both times, he was the only one who survived.

Izana doesn't have a grave because he has no family and relatives. Kakucho probably doesn't know where Izana REALLY is buried.

Mikey and Kazutora end up destroying something they loved the most.

Ryusei had to watch Kojiro getting physically and domestically abused and unable to do anything.

Baji stabbed himself because he didn't want Kazutora to blame himself and Mikey to kill Kazutora but forgive him.

In the manga, Izana's last words were "I'm beyond saving, huh?" but in the anime his last word was "Emma.."

Money in Japan is "Okane" but is heard as "Akane". Hence, everytime Koko mentions money, it feels like he's mentioning Akane. "I've always lived for MONEY" he said. But it sounded as "I've always lived for Akane."

Kazutora was having breakdowns in the juvie. He would be screaming, sweating and trembling while completely zoning out and disconnected from reality.

Even if Kazutora shifted blame to Mikey, he was still feeling horrible guilt.

Draken told Kazutora that he was one of his, still part of his crew, but then we see Draken saying that he wanted to kill Kazutora.

Kazutora's hair went white because of the stress and trauma in juvie, that's why he dyed his hair blonde.

[theanimeroom]

BOMBSHELL | TEASER

synopsis: five men, five women, one villa. with hearts and a $50,000 cash prize on the line, who will win the race to find love?

warnings: love island au featuring: tokyo revengers, blue lock, and jujutsu kaisen, lots of kissing, smut, multi characters × reader, lots of mixed pairings, very random challenges, fluff, slow burns, mentions of cheating, drama, angst, plenty of tears, multi fandom, and playlists included!

a/n: content warnings will be posted with each chapter, so be sure to read thoroughly before indulging! i haven't written a full fic in a while, so any beta readers would be appreciated to make sure that the story comes out as best as it could <3 the story will progress through my own discretion as well as voting at the end of each chapter, so make sure to cast your votes to see how the plot will unfold!

BOMBSHELL MASTERLIST

your heartbeat was erratic as you stood in front of the fire pit and your host, eyes scanning the expanse of the large, beautiful villa that you'd been staying at for the past four weeks.

you still remember the first day that you walked in here; a plethora of pretty faces greeting you with happy smiles and intrigued expressions. you reminisced the way that you were almost as nervous as you are now, eyes wide and palms clammy as you tried to ignore the growing anxiety surging through you. you thought about all the experiences you'd had up until this point, all the friends you made, all the things you learned about yourself, and most importantly, him.

out of everything that you had been through in your time at the villa, one thing that made the whole experience worth it was finally meeting the person of your dreams. you came onto the show thinking that it would be something fun, maybe slightly embarrassing, but fun nonetheless. you never thought that you would come out the end with someone that you could call your own, someone who understood you seemingly better than you knew yourself. despite all the fights, all the tears, and everything in between, you managed to come out the other end okay. happy even.

and you weren't the only one.

your gaze fluttered to your best friend, who stood two people away from you, a proud smile crossing your lips even with your nerves consuming you. you weren't the only person who came into the villa with baggage on their shoulders, yet none of you let it stop you. a brief image of you holding her as she cried into your arms flashed through your mind, the sadness and betrayal leaving her a wreck in your makeup room. you'd thought for a moment that it would be the end of your time together, yet you were happy to see her pull through and find happiness in the end.

everyone here had done their absolute best, even with their rights and wrongs, and that thought alone was enough to quell the queasy feeling building up in your stomach.

"alright islanders, it is officially time," the hosts' voice chopped through the nerve-wracking silence with ease, her calm expression giving no hints as to how the end of the night would go. a long sigh escaped your flared nostrils as you closed your eyes, teeth grazing your bottom lip as you forced your emotions to stay in check.

a soft hand turned your attention to your left, air escaping you as you looked up at the man you could truly say you were starting to love. he smirked at you, his own expression laced with playfulness as he tried his best to calm you down. a large grin spread across your face when you felt fingers interlocking with yours, a gentle squeeze giving you all the reassurance you needed to keep yourself grounded for the time being. your breath halted as he leaned down, lips just barely touching the shell of your ear as he whispered to you softly. "we'll be fine, baby."

you pulled away so you could glance into his eyes, a small nod giving him confirmation that you heard what he said. you trust him, probably more than you should.

"it has been a long, hard journey for those of you remaining," your host started, giving a soft smile to each of the islanders standing on the other side of the firepit. "yet, each of you has managed to find a connection here in the villa. although some of you have been through more struggles than others," you could feel the heat rising onto your face when your eyes made direct contact with hers, a snort escaping you as you laughed with the rest of the islanders that you could now call your best friends. "you all have made it to the finals, and are now in the running for the 50,000 dollar prize on the line."

you subconsciously tightened your grip on his hand at the mention of the prize, your body weight shifting from one foot to the other. you wanted to win, wanted that 50,000 so badly so you could finish your schooling without issues. yet, you were content with whatever outcome was prepared for you. in the end, as long as you had him next to you, you would give up the money in a heartbeat.

"since the start of the show, the country has been voting for their favorite love island couple," each word she spoke left your anxiety spiking, your mind begging her to just hurry up and give the results before your heart exploded from suspense. "but now, they have voted for their official love island winner."

you held your breath as you stared at the host, silence taking over the villa as she picked up a small envelope from the couch behind her. you eyed the paper with angst as she peeled it open slowly, reading the results before looking up at the lot of you behind the fire pit.

you watched as her jaw flexed, a breath getting sucked into your mouth as your heart started to beat so fast you thought it would jump out of your chest.

her mouth opened, eyes scanning the crowd before the first words left her lips. "and the winner... of love island is..."

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۶ৎ Love Is A Waste Of Time.

۶ৎ auth: felt like writing a little angst—might do a make up/comfort to the angst if you want. Inspired“Love is a waste of time” by lovely peaches, I recommend listening to it as you read

۶ৎ Summary: you were everything; a saving light, a breath of fresh air, but even then—sometimes loving someone can be too much.

۶ৎ: scenario | gender neutral reader. | inspired by the song “Love is a waste of time” by lovely peaches. | angst.

۶ৎ Characters Included: Kakucho Hitto, Izana Kurokawa, Manjiro “Mikey” Sano, Ken “Draken” Ryuguji, Keisuke Baji, Ran Haitani.

۶ৎ Kakucho Hitto

The streets were quiet, the sun dipping low enough to bathe everything in hues of dying orange. Kakucho stood where he always did after school, hands buried in his jacket pockets, foot tapping anxiously against the pavement. You were late. Again. But he told himself not to care, told himself you’d show up like you always did. And you did—eventually.

You came running, breathless, a weak smile plastered across your face as you greeted him with that same half-hearted warmth he’d been getting lately. His heart clenched, but he still managed to return the smile, like he hadn’t been standing there for an hour convincing himself not to leave.

“Sorry, Kaku… got caught up.” You said it so casually, like it didn’t matter that you were late, like he wouldn’t notice the faint smell of someone else’s cologne lingering around you. It was subtle, but Kakucho noticed everything. He always did when it came to you.

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured, his voice softer than he intended. His eyes scanned your face, searching for the girl he fell in love with, but she wasn’t there. Not really. You were looking away, avoiding his gaze, and that hurt more than anything.

The walk to your usual spot was quieter than normal. Kakucho didn’t know what to say anymore. Words used to come easy with you. Now they stuck in his throat, heavy with unspoken fears and doubts he didn’t have the courage to voice.

You sat beside him on the park bench, but you felt a thousand miles away. He could feel it in the way your body leaned just slightly away from his. The distance wasn’t physical, but it felt like a chasm he couldn’t cross.

“Did something happen?” His voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight of his question was crushing.

You didn’t answer right away, your fingers playing with the hem of your skirt. “It’s nothing, Kaku,” you mumbled, but he could see through you. He always could.

“Don’t do that,” he pleaded, his hand finally reaching out to touch yours. “Don’t push me away.”

For a moment, you let him hold your hand, but it felt different. You weren’t holding back like you used to, weren’t squeezing his hand like you were afraid to let go. No… this time, you held on like you were already saying goodbye.

“I’m not pushing you away,” you lied, and Kakucho’s heart cracked a little more.

“Then tell me why…” His voice wavered, his grip on your hand tightening. “Tell me why it feels like I’m losing you.”

You pulled your hand back, and that was when Kakucho felt it—like someone had driven a knife straight into his chest. The absence of your touch was louder than any words you could’ve said.

“I don’t…” You swallowed hard, finally looking up at him, and the look in your eyes was what destroyed him. Regret. Sadness. But no love. “I don’t think this is working anymore.”

Kakucho’s world tilted. His mind screamed at him to fix it, to say something, to do anything to make you stay. But his mouth was dry, and his body felt like lead. He watched as you stood up, taking a step back, as if even being near him hurt.

“I’m sorry, Kaku…” Your voice was barely audible over the pounding in his ears.

“Don’t,” he whispered, but you were already turning away.

He didn’t chase after you. Maybe he should’ve. Maybe if he had, things would’ve been different. But he stayed rooted to that bench, watching the love of his life walk away, leaving him with nothing but memories that would haunt him for years to come.

When you disappeared around the corner, Kakucho finally let the tears fall. He told himself it was okay, that you’d come back. But deep down, he knew…

Love meant nothing. Kakucho had never wasted so much of himself on anything.

۶ৎ Izana Kurokawa

Izana wasn’t used to feeling warmth. His world had always been cold, cruel, and unforgiving. But then you came along—like sunlight piercing through a thick fog, lighting up corners of his heart he didn’t even know existed. And for a while, Izana let himself believe that warmth was something he could hold onto. Something that wouldn’t slip through his fingers.

But he should’ve known better.

He stood in the rain, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, the drizzle soaking through the fabric and chilling him to the bone. It was fitting, he thought. The cold matched the emptiness gnawing at his chest. His head was pounding, the echoes of your last conversation reverberating through his mind like a cruel joke he couldn’t escape.

“You’re suffocating me, Izana.”

Those words. They tore through him like a bullet, leaving nothing but a gaping hole behind. He hadn’t meant to hold on so tightly, hadn’t meant to make you feel trapped. But Izana didn’t know how to love any other way. His love was possessive, all-consuming. It was the only way he knew how to keep the things he cared about close—because everything he ever loved was ripped away from him.

“Why can’t you just let me breathe?”

You hadn’t yelled. You never yelled. But your voice had been strained, full of exhaustion that Izana had been too blind to notice. You were tired of him. Tired of the way he clung to you like you were his lifeline. And maybe you were. Maybe that was the problem.

Izana’s jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together as he stared down at the wet pavement beneath his feet. He should’ve fought harder. Should’ve made you stay. But what was the point? You were already gone before you even said the words.

When he finally looked up, he saw you. Walking towards him, an umbrella in your hand, shielding yourself from the rain that soaked him to his core. Your eyes met his, and for a moment, Izana felt like he could breathe again. But then… he saw it. The hesitation. The sadness. The absence of the love that used to shine so brightly in your eyes.

“Why are you here?” His voice was cold, distant. A defense mechanism, because if he didn’t protect himself now, he wasn’t sure if he’d survive what came next.

“I didn’t want to leave things like this…” You sounded so small, so fragile. And Izana hated how that only made him want to pull you closer. “I—”

“Don’t.” His voice was sharper this time, cutting through the space between you like a knife. “Don’t give me hope.”

You looked away, biting your bottom lip, and Izana knew. He knew you weren’t here to fix things. You were here to bury whatever was left of what you once had.

“Izana… I love you.” Your voice cracked, and for a moment, he almost believed you. “But love isn’t enough. Not when it feels like I’m drowning.”

“Drowning?” His lips twisted into a bitter smile. “I gave you everything. Every fucking piece of me. And you’re… drowning?”

You flinched, and Izana hated himself for it. Hated that even now, he was hurting you. But he didn’t know how to stop. Didn’t know how to be anything but destructive when it came to love.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it echoed in his ears like a death sentence. “I’m sorry, Izana…”

And then you were gone.

Izana didn’t chase after you. He wanted to. God, he wanted to. But he knew better. He knew that if he chased after you now, he’d only hurt you more. And he couldn’t live with that.

So he stood there in the rain, watching you disappear into the distance, leaving him with nothing but the taste of regret on his tongue and the hollow ache of a love that was never meant to last. Izana had wasted too much of himself on something that was never his to keep.

۶ৎ Manjiro “Mikey” Sano

Mikey had always been a master at hiding pain. A crooked smile, a carefree laugh, a joke that deflected everything too close to the truth. He wore his facade like armor, protecting himself from a world that had taken too much from him. But with you, Mikey didn’t need to pretend. You saw through his cracks, through the shadows he tried so hard to conceal. And for a while, he let himself believe that maybe—just maybe—he didn’t have to face the darkness alone.

But Mikey should’ve been quicker.

The sun was setting, bleeding hues of crimson and orange across the horizon as he sat on his bike, foot propped on the ground, hands gripping the handlebars tighter than necessary. The wind brushed against his face, but it didn’t bring him any comfort. Not anymore. Not since you left.

“Why are you so distant, Mikey?”

Your voice echoed in his mind, soft yet laced with the ache of someone who had been trying to hold on for too long. He remembered the way you looked at him that day—eyes filled with concern, but also something else. Something that made his stomach twist.

Exhaustion.

“I’m not distant.” He had lied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m just tired.”

You didn’t believe him. Of course, you didn’t. You knew him too well. Knew that when Mikey said he was tired, it wasn’t about physical exhaustion. It was about the war he was fighting inside his head—one that he was losing.

“Talk to me,” you had pleaded, your fingers brushing against his cheek. Your touch was gentle, grounding, and for a moment, Mikey had leaned into it, desperate for that warmth.

But he pulled away. Like he always did.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” His voice had been cold, distant. A defense mechanism. He didn’t want to burden you with his demons. Didn’t want to drag you down with him. But in doing so, he was pushing you away.

And then… one day, you stopped asking. Stopped waiting for him to let you in. You were still there, still smiling, still pretending like everything was fine. But Mikey felt it—the distance growing between you, inch by inch, until it was too wide to bridge.

He should’ve done something. Should’ve pulled you back before you slipped too far. But Mikey was selfish. He let you drift because he thought keeping you at arm’s length would protect you from the darkness that consumed him.

But it didn’t.

“You don’t have to do this,” his voice had cracked that night, the night everything fell apart.

“I can’t keep loving a ghost, Mikey.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it echoed louder than any scream. “You’re not here… not really.”

Mikey’s heart clenched, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. He just stood there, watching as you packed your things, tears streaming down your face.

“I love you.” You had said it like a confession, like a goodbye. “But I can’t keep loving someone who won’t let me in.”

And then… you were gone.

Now, Mikey sat in the fading light, the emptiness inside him heavier than ever. His hand instinctively reached into his jacket pocket, fingers brushing against the small, worn-out charm you had given him—one that he never took off. A reminder of the love he let slip through his fingers.

“Idiot…” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the wind. His throat tightened, and he blinked rapidly, but the tears came anyway, hot and unforgiving.

Mikey never cried. Not for anyone. Not even for himself. But for you… he’d let the tears fall.

Because losing you wasn’t just painful.

It was suffocating.

And now, all he was left with was the unbearable silence where your laughter used to be. Manjiro had wasted too much of himself trying to protect you, only to lose you anyway.

۶ৎ Ken “Draken” Ryuguji

Draken had always been the strong one, the one who stood firm no matter what storm raged around him. He was the pillar everyone leaned on, the steady hand that held Toman together when the world tried to tear it apart. He wore his scars like medals, a badge of honor for the battles he had fought. But behind that unshakable exterior, there was a man who was terrified of letting anyone in.

And then you came.

You were like a calm breeze in the chaos of his life—something he could rely on, something that made the noise fade into the background. With you, Draken didn’t feel like he was just a warrior, a protector, a leader. With you, he felt like a man. Just a man. And he had never wanted that feeling more than when he was with you.

But Draken was never good at being just a man.

“I don’t need anyone, Ken.”

Your words cut through his chest like a knife, deep and deliberate, but it wasn’t the words that hurt the most. It was the way you said them. The way your eyes—eyes he had once thought were full of trust—had turned into something cold. Distant. Like you had already made up your mind, and there was no turning back.

He remembered it too clearly—the night you’d finally reached the end. He’d seen the cracks in your smile long before you spoke those words. The subtle distance. The way you stopped waiting for him to come home, stopped hoping for a text back, stopped expecting anything from him at all. It had been building for months, but Draken had refused to acknowledge it.

“I’m tired, Ken.” You had whispered that, standing in the dim light of his small apartment. The quiet desperation in your voice made his stomach churn.

“Tired of what?” Draken had asked, but the question felt pointless as soon as he spoke it. He already knew. He just didn’t want to hear it.

“Tired of waiting for you to come back,” you said, stepping back from him, as though creating space between you and the person he had become. “Tired of fighting for your attention, your time, your heart. I’m… I’m not enough for you.”

The words felt like a slap, sharp and stinging, but the worst part wasn’t what you said. It was that it was true. He had nothing left to say because he knew you were right.

Draken’s world had always been about duty—about Toman, about Mikey, about being the man everyone needed him to be. But he had forgotten that someone—you—needed him too. And by the time he realized that, by the time he tried to open up, to give you a piece of himself, you were already slipping through his fingers.

“I love you, Ken. But I can’t keep doing this.”

Those words—those words were the ones that burned him. Not because he didn’t understand them, but because they were a line he couldn’t cross. He couldn’t give you everything you needed, everything you deserved. He couldn’t balance being the man who had to save everyone with being the man you wanted to love.

“I’m sorry,” he had said then, but the words felt hollow, empty. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I… I never meant for you to feel like this.”

But it was too late.

You left, and Draken didn’t stop you. Because deep down, he knew you were right. You deserved someone who could give you the love you craved, someone who wouldn’t make you feel like an afterthought. And he couldn’t be that man. Not when he was drowning in the weight of Toman, not when he was suffocated by his own guilt, his own sense of responsibility.

Now, he stood alone in the empty apartment, the silence pressing down on him like a weight. He could still hear the echo of your voice in his mind, the quiet desperation that haunted him even now. The regret was unbearable, but it wasn’t something he could fix. Not anymore.

His hands tightening into fists. Love was a waste. But even as he thought it, he knew the truth. He had wasted his time too.

Because he had let you go.

And now, there was nothing left but the hollow space you used to fill.

۶ৎ Keisuke Baji

Baji was fire—reckless, untamed, and burning too bright for anyone to hold. He lived on the edge, constantly teetering between chaos and control, and he didn’t care. Not about the consequences, not about the scars. But with you… it was different. You weren’t afraid of the flames. You stood beside him, unflinching, letting his fire warm you instead of consuming you.

But even fire burns out eventually.

The wind whipped through Baji’s hair as he stood on the rooftop, Tokyo stretching endlessly beneath him. The city lights blinked like stars, but they didn’t offer any comfort. His hands clenched at his sides, nails biting into his palms, but the pain was a dull throb���nothing compared to the ache lodged deep in his chest.

“Don’t shut me out, Kei.”

Your voice echoed in his mind, soft and pleading, and Baji could still see the look in your eyes that night. You weren’t angry. You never were. Even when he came back with blood on his knuckles and a wild gleam in his eyes, you didn’t flinch. You just… stayed. But that night, there was something different. A sadness that weighed heavier than any of his mistakes.

“I’m not shutting you out,” he had lied, the words tasting bitter on his tongue.

But you weren’t stupid. You saw through him like no one else ever could.

“You’re losing yourself, Kei,” you whispered, your fingers brushing against his bruised knuckles. “And I don’t know if I can keep watching you do this.”

Baji had pulled his hand back, a knee-jerk reaction to protect you from the chaos that followed him like a shadow. “I’m fine,” he muttered, looking anywhere but at you.

But you didn’t believe him. You never did when he tried to pretend.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” you had murmured, and for a moment, Baji wanted to believe that. Wanted to let you in, to let you carry some of the weight that was crushing him.

But Baji wasn’t built for that. He was built to protect, to shield the people he loved from the darkness that followed him. And so, he did the only thing he knew how to do.

He pushed you away.

“I told you, I’m fine,” he had snapped, sharper than he intended, and the flicker of hurt in your eyes was like a dagger to his heart. But he didn’t apologize. He couldn’t. Because if he did… he knew he’d break.

“I can’t keep doing this, Kei.” Your voice had been so quiet, barely louder than the wind. But it was enough to tear through him. “I love you… but I can’t love someone who won’t let me in.”

Baji had said nothing. Because what was there to say? He wasn’t the type to beg. Wasn’t the type to hold on when he knew he was only dragging you down with him.

So, he let you walk away.

And now, standing on that rooftop, Baji was left with nothing but the memory of what he lost. The wind howled around him, carrying echoes of a love that had slipped through his fingers like sand. His heart felt heavy, but his eyes remained dry.

Baji didn’t cry. He didn’t break down. He just stood there, silent and numb, feeling the emptiness swallow him whole.

Because Baji knew… he had a chance to hold on. And he let it slip away. Baji had wasted too much of himself protecting someone who was never the one who needed saving.

۶ৎ Ran Haitani

Ran was never the type to show vulnerability. He had built himself into someone untouchable, always one step ahead, always in control. He had seen too much pain in his life to let it show on his face. But with you… you were different. You made him feel something he couldn’t quite explain—something soft, something human. And for a while, Ran let that feeling stay, let it settle deep inside his chest, until it became something he couldn’t ignore.

But now, as he leaned against the cold brick of an alleyway, hands shoved deep in his pockets, Ran felt the weight of the emptiness you left behind.

“Why are you still here, Ran?”

Your voice echoed in his mind like it was yesterday, soft and questioning, filled with a frustration he could never quite shake off. He hadn’t wanted you to ask, hadn’t wanted to admit the truth. But you had pressed him, over and over, until the cracks began to show. And when you saw that, when you saw the truth he kept hidden so carefully, you didn’t stay.

“I don’t need anyone.” He had told you that, in a voice that was far colder than he intended. But he had meant it—because the moment he let someone close enough to see his weaknesses, to see what he really was… he couldn’t keep them. And he couldn’t keep you.

“Ran, don’t do this,” you had whispered, your hands trembling as you reached for him. “I love you.”

He remembered that moment clearly, the way you looked at him, the sincerity in your eyes. But he couldn’t return it. He couldn’t let you in, couldn’t give you that piece of himself that would only end up broken in your hands.

“I’m not the one you think I am,” he had said, and this time, his voice had cracked. He hated that it cracked. Hated that you could see through the walls he had built around himself. “You don’t want this, trust me.”

But you didn’t listen. You tried to reach him anyway, to bridge the gap between who he was and who you wanted him to be. And for a while, it worked. Or so he told himself. You stayed, and maybe—just maybe—Ran let himself believe that it could last.

But it never does.

And when you left, Ran didn’t stop you. He didn’t even try to chase after you. His pride, his ego, everything that had always kept him together, stopped him. Because deep down, he knew the truth. He didn’t deserve you.

Now, standing in the alley, the city buzzing with noise around him, Ran felt the hollow space in his chest where your love used to be. The cold air cut through him, but it didn’t sting as much as the memory of your touch, your laugh, your presence.

“I never needed anyone,” he muttered to himself, but the words felt empty, hollow, because he knew the truth now. He needed you.

And you were gone.

The sound of footsteps echoed down the alley, but Ran didn’t move. He didn’t look up. His gaze stayed fixed on the ground, on the shadow of his own regret that stretched far too long in the dim light. Ran had wasted too much of his life pretending he could live without it.

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Could you hcs for baji, smiley and angry with a gf that loves leaving subtle marks that just shouts they're taken (not in the weird way)

Like for example whenever she wears lipstick, she'd kiss the collar of their uniform so it would leave a stain, at the back of their hand, etc

Taken

• I apologize for the long wait , I changed it a little bit so I hope you don't mind and enjoy it

Warning: mention of gang fights but nothing detailed

Character: Angry , Smiley , Baji

Baji

• Baji pretty much gets into fights for a reason or without, so he always ends up tearing his hair ties , but now he has you as his lovely girlfriend that would give him hair ties willingly ( he was going to tackle you and take your accessory box so you saved yourself some trouble)

• Sometimes it is hairbands or scrunchies but either way when anyone sees him they know he is taken , and he is actually proud about it .

• Every time he succeeds in taking a new hair accessory he brags about it , going around in Toman meetings saying how nice of you to give him your hello kitty themed hair ties.

• your favorite is when some girls try to talk to him by opening up a conversation about how cute his hairband is but it actually cuts them like knife when he says it is yours and the conversation turns completely about you since Baji is a bragger.

• Baji is really oblivious but it fills you with pride how he open about showing he is taken, with talking about you or by walking around wearing a hair accessory that belongs to you.

• would go absolutely feral in a fight if his opponent managed to take whatever he was wearing at the time , may their soul rest In peace.

• Comes back in a sour mood ( he knows you are going to give him another one either way) until you give in and give him another hair tie ( you bought a new stash and keeps it in secret so he can always count on you)

Smiley

• it started at first as an accident, going in to kiss him but he gets distracted and looks away so the kiss ends on his collar.

• He didn't want to wash it even though you told him he should he said he would take it as a good luck charm .

•and surprisingly he would think like that from that day on , going to you to stain his collar with lipstick before any fight and you would gladly do.

• cocky af around toman members, won't hesitate to throw hands the moment someone makes fun of it .

• Angry have to take the shirt to clean it when smiley is sleeping so he doesn't have to catch those hands .

• Passive aggressive king , would be beating someone and then ask them what they think about the stain , if he liked their answer he will try to be more gentle with them (they end up in the hospital either way ).

• whenever angry gets injured more than smiley the only logical answer smiley has is because he doesn't have an amazing girlfriend that will give him good luck kiss like you do .

Angry

• Angry is soft by nature but with you he is like a cloud at this point , you pointed out many times how you don't like when girls come up to talk to him and no matter how many times he rejects them politely he knows where you are coming from and he thinks about a way to make you feel less mad at him .

• so the best solution to ease your mind was to get a bracelet with your name on it , you didn't ask him to do it he just showed up one day with it and blushed when you mentioned it.

• He would treat it like his most favorite possession , he also wears it all the time even while sleeping.

• And again he doesn't do that because you asked him to he does it because he genuinely love you and feels happy to know he can have something to remind him of you.

• smiley would tease him on a daily basis but only lightly since he knows how Angry cherishes you and he doesn't want Angry to feel embarrassed.

• usually in fights he puts it in his pocket so it doesn't tear up while fighting but one time he forgot to do it and the beads flew everywhere.... Let's just say Angry made sure whoever ruined his previous bracelet was unrecognizable.

•Angry would be in a bad mood since he couldn't save all the beads he only found some and the first syllable of your name.

• would go to you sad and apologize even though he has nothing to apologize for .

• the next day you surprised him with a necklace you handmade with the beads he saved and added more to make it a necklace , you also made one for yourself too with Angry's name , now everyone knows both of you belong to each other easily.

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Baji x Reader

U have a crush on Baji and u find his insta stuff like that…

(ur best friend and u have matching insta names u are called Geto and ur Besties is Gojo)

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„Do you think thats really him?“ u questione ur Best Friend.

„OMG just request himmm“she says annoyed and tries to take the perfect picture of her parfait.

„U can request him first then i do it“u plead.

„No,thats against the girls girl code“she says and smiles at you.

„Fine…but if anything goes wrong i blame u“u add.

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U make ur way home from ur meet up.

Ur headphones were on and u were listening to ur Favorite Playlist as u heard a notification trough ur ear buds.

•K_eisuke accepted ur request

U clicked at the Banner and his instagram Account pops up.

He has a couple of pictures of cats and his friends in his feed and two story highlights.U look at the highlights they were nothing special either cats or some pictures of his friends with bikes.

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„Did u follow her back???“ Chifuyu asks.

„NO.“ Baji says and looks at the Blonde.

„Whyyyy…..u i tought u like her“he says confused amd Baji gives him a annoyed look.

„Fuyu,shut it…..shes ugly and not my type“the black haired says and looks away.

„HUH do u listen to urself man?“his friend questions him.

„At first u cant stop speaking about her and now u call her ugly…Baji….are u sick?“ this earns him a gentle punch from Baji and so he shuts up.

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It was 00:56 and u were scrooling trough instagram,as u refresh the site u see Baji posted a story.

•K_eisuke mentioned draken_,the.realmikey,and fuyu.matsuno in his story

u click the like button and u see another notification pop onto ur screen.Ur friend mentioned u in her story twice.

•g0joo. has mentioned you in her Story

•Caption:@Get_0 always asleep🫡😀

•U reposted this Story

•U added the Caption 🫥🥱🖕🏻

U swipe to the Second story of her and u see a picture of urself.

•g0joo. has mentioned u in her story

•Caption @Get_0 „DELETE IT I LOOK UGLYYYY“

•U reposted the Story

•Caption DELETE THAT 👽🥹😀

And with that u turn or phone off,u plug in the charger and u get out of bed to do ur skincare,as u return u see a new notification on ur screen.

•K_eisuke has requested to follow you

•U accepted his follow request

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„Watcha Lookin at“Baji screams at Chifuyu as they wait for the Traffic light to turn green.

„Just looking at her Insatgram Account“Chifuyu says louder so Baji could hear him over the roaring of the Engined.

„Lemme see“he says and tries to catch a glimpse.

„Follow her yourself u prick“Chifuyu answeres.

Baji just rolls his eyes takes out his phone and clicks on the follow back button on your profile.As he puts his phone back into his pocket the traffic light turns green.

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The Night Air was cold and u couldn’t sleep so u stalk his instagram posts and the newest one catches ur eye.

•K_eisuke has mentioned fuyu.matsuno

•Caption 🐈‍⬛Pussy

•fuyu.matsuno has commented When will u get Real Pussy?!

•U liked fuyu.matunos comment

The picture of him was hot,Baji was quiet popular amongst girls but u heard that only a few ladies were accepted in his Instagram Account.

And u are one of them.👹

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•Get_0 posted and mentioned g0joo.

•Caption My Personal Sleep Paralysis Demon🥹😬

•g0joo commented 😀do i need to save u

•fuyu matsuno liked this post

•k_eisuke liked this post

•k_eisuke commented Did u try giving him ur soul?🐈‍⬛

„See u have a crush on her“Fuyu says beside him

„I do…fuck.“he says quietly.

„Talk to her or text her“the dumb blonde suggests.

„Type Hey or…no type Did u get rid of ur Sleep paralysis demon?…text that“ Baji hates when his Friend tries to set him up but this time he follows his idea.

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•One unread message for get_0

K_eisuke: Did u get rid of ur Sleep paralysis demon?

get_0:Sadly yes he jumped of my bed and left😔

K_eisuke:Thats Bad i am on my way to ur house to save u,is the Demon still in ur house?

get_0:Yes hes making noise in the Hallway

K_eisuke:Will save u:)

get_0:🥹💕

K_eisuke:🩷

2 Minutes pass

K_eisuke:I am outside.Wheres the Demon?

K_eisuke:I expect a Kiss in return for saving u💕😑

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[dragonsoulage]

He doesn’t deserve you…pt.5

pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4

feat. Baji Keisuke

How does it went wrong when you two suddenly ended up making out. That he desperate wants to show your ex boyfriend how busy you really are, when he was giving you his thick inches….

Hello friendos, this is now the last part of my mini fan fiction for my beloved emo diva 😩😩 btw I just notice it now…he doesn’t got these golden eyes more bronze like but bitch, all my damn wallpapers for my desktop there he is having glowing gold eyes. They fooled me I swear and I trusted that 🥲💀🤣 well, never mind here finally the last part and I am sry but this here is just filthy smūt now 👀💀🤣🌚 have fun with it ✨✨💖

Wordcount:4,6k

Warnings: smūt, fingering, p in v, doggy, recording, squirting, slight choking and hair pulling, dirty talk, pet names, slight angst because of your breakup

None of you planned it, how it came out now.

The picture you wanted to take long forgotten, phone just lying somewhere in the bed under the blanket when you felt the weight of the Toman member on top of you. How you spread your legs so he could get closer, large hands grabbing your hips, lips smacking together, tongues dancing around each other. A pure cocktail of guilty pleasure.

And damn you tasted sweet, so fucking sweet when he kissed you. When his tongue darted out, careful at first, politely asking for entrance.

But as soon as you opened your mouth and allowed it. He was plundering you. Teeth clashing, and you could swear you never got kissed like that.

Your hands wrapping around the back of his neck casually. Making out with each other, only needing seconds to breathe before sloppy kisses, heated and needy, started again.

The way you felt underneath him, how his hands subtle went higher, cupping your ribcage right underneath your breast. Breath growing erratic. Your plump lips so soft, your skin so fucking smooth when his other hand came up to caress your pulse point.

And when Baji teased your lower lip with a gentle bite, an unexpected whimper came out of your mouth.

You were surprised, maybe about yourself, maybe about what had happened now.

What was clear, you never felt like this before.

Never felt this turned on, ever. You felt how he groaned lowly into your mouth before sucking on your tongue, making you gasp, so cute.

Bajis hand slid up just a tiny little higher, fingertips dancing over your lower part of your tits.

Making you arch so slightly into his touch, you were so responsive even to little touches. How much you probably missed out with that shit boyfriend of yours?

Still he didn't cup fully your breast, trying to gauge out, how comfortable you got.

"You are fucking sweet, you know that?" Baji whispered against your lips, before nipping lightly on the lower one. Then his lips trailed down your neck, kissing behind the sensitive spot behind your ear, traveling lower on your throat, to suck, just to earn a whimper again.

It was nearly embarrassing for you, trying to cover your mouth right after this.

"Let me hear your pretty noises, gorgeous." he said before taking down your hand, and this was the moment you tried to turn your head to him.

"Should we really be doing that?" you asked him, it was endearing how you laid there, with a heaving chest, before he disconnected from your neck, a hand laid against your cheek, thumb caressing over your cheekbone in a tender gesture.

"The question is, if you want that. I know you feel guilty for having a good time. But believe me, you got more bad days than good ones. So you deserve to be treated right." he said to you, locking eyes.

His eyes softened for you, making you shudder, making you question if he was right.

Maybe you should be a little nicer to yourself, or more let him be nice to you.

"I mean, I do want that... I just feel weird because a few hours ago I were taken." you mumbled, and then he gently pushed you down the bed, looming over you and looking down, so you felt some of his long hair tickling your skin.

"You simply moved on while being in a relationship, so stop being hard on yourself...and let me take care of you properly." he let you know, he had his answer, he felt how you wanted it, how he fucking wanted all of you.

He went back to make out with you, this time even a little bolder, gently biting your lip, being a little rough.

And this got you worked up. When you tried to suppress a little moan, oh it was cute.

Feeling his hardness just against your thigh, and your eyes widened when you felt how packing he was.

You had a deep red dust over your cheeks when you felt it.

Slowly but surely you allowed it yourself, hands wandering under his shirt, feeling up and down his abs. Before he pulled it off for you.

Eyes observing his torso, the strong chest, he was still kinda slim but with some muscles, a toned v line with these abs making you literally weak for him.

"Maybe we should move on to you, pretty. Probably that asshole never gave you the right attention, hm?" you could hear him smirk before his hands working on getting your sweatpants down. Of course, it was not your first time sex, but you kinda felt like it.

Because you never had been this wet before. Your slick making your panties drenched, how the stuck to you like a second skin.

And when the sweats were down, you felt his hand dancing down your tummy, before he felt how soaked you were.

Making him groan. His face came up to you, noses touching. You grew a little insecure, embarrassed even.

"Sorry...usually I don't get this wet." you said, he could hear how ashamed you nearly were.

"Well, then he never did it right. All so soaked for me, baby? No apologizing, not when you could be drooling down me fingers." he let you know, and alone his words making your pussy clench around nothing.

Before he pulled your panties aside, cold fingers tips making contact with your hot and wet slit. Rubbing slow but firm circles all around your nub.

You squirmed, at first wanted to say something, but no matter what you wanted it got stuck in your throat.

"It is not like he ever touched me like this." you were able to choke out, before a needy whine left your lips when his fingers stopped the motion.

Himself barely able to hold back at this point, his cock twitching in his pants. But instead of taking you, even when you already were more than ready, he decided to take his sweet time with you, not matter how much he ached to feel you wrapped around him.

Making you finally forget the stupid ex you had, not when you had him now.

Your ex never touched you like this? He would show you, how he would take care of you, when you would be his girl. How you would have shaking legs, and probably and even more shaking orgasms, not just one but as many as he could give you this night.

"What a shame..." he snickered before you felt two of his slender digits probing your entrance, making you want to hide your face in the pillow. But Baji watched every cute reaction, his breath caressing your lips. How your brows knitted together and how your kiss bitten lips parted, when a moan left your throat, his thumb gently stroking over your lower lip. Gazing you oh, so deep in the eyes before his digits sank down right into your tight pussy. You were so warm and wet for him, already feeling how you were drooling down his fingers, the way you squirmed. "...how could someone want to pass out seeing this cute expression." he added before he slowly started to move. Damn you were tight around his fingers, his erection straining against his pants, searching friction against your thigh, what made you hiss in a delicious pleasure.

He was so hard and aching just for you.

He started slow, but he picked up the pace slightly, making you feel all so tingly and good, when he massaged your inner walls, his thumb found your clit, what made you buck up your hips.

"Yeah, just like this...you want to be touched. Such a responsive little thing..." he murmured before he decided to let his hand wander from your face down the soft curve of your neck... Pulling down your top and bra, pretty tits now on display for him.

You wanted to be shy, but didn't have anytime to think when he was knuckle deep with his fingers inside you. Precisely crooking his fingers when he hit that one spot, you didn't even know you possessed.

"Baji..." you stumbled over his name, the first time saying it with that desperate plea in your voice. Making the tip of his dick leak inside his pants. Damn, he could be cuming from just you were moaning his name, feeling how you clenched around his fingers. Making him scissor his fingers, what had you moaning.

"Such a pretty girl, being neglected all this time. Time to change that." he murmured before you felt how his thumb pressed a little firmer against your clit, making you spread your thighs just a little wider, eyes rolling back, when you felt how he placed open-mouthed kisses down your neck, before gliding over the soft skin of your tits. Grabbing one of them, just to suckle on your nipple, your spine curved up, arching into him. Your hands now tangled in his hair. He loved your fingers in his hair. How much he would love it when you start pulling on it.

"Think... I... I never came because of someone else." you confessed, as you felt your hole fluttering around his digits. This made him release your nipple with a pop.

Not that he was surprised, by a loser ex-boyfriend like yours, that you never had an actual orgasm, it was obvious.

And he continued to finger you, wanting nearly to bring you to the peak, already could tell you were close, the way your pussy was leaking. But just shortly before you could, he stopped. He was a little tease after all. When you would have your first orgasm from another man, then he wanted it to happen on his cock.

There you laid, all flushed and desperate, the needy glint in your eyes, when he took his fingers out of you. He brought them up to you. Finding it incredibly arousing, how you looked at him with that innocent but needy expression. "Taste yourself for me, pretty girl." he commanded gently, before popping the fingers so filthy in your mouth. And you didn't even hesitate. Your tongue swirling around his digits. God, he could see you would be such a whore for him in bed, always so modest and cute but when fucking you, when making you feel good, you wanted to be his good girl. He wanted you to suck on his fingers? You gladly did it, especially after he made you feel so much better than your shit boyfriend ever could.

While he gently started to thrust his fingers inside your mouth, he started to speak:"You know, your first orgasm...you have on my dick, you can do that for me right?"

He could listen to the hum, and the nod you did when you answered.

Then he took out his fingers before finally unzipping his hard boner. Pulling down pants and boxers, exposing the thick length.

His dick was pretty, the rosy tip leaking with beads of salty pre-cum. Slightly curved up to rearrange your insides.

You squirmed when you saw it. He grabbed you by your thighs, pulling you closer.

"Not gonna lie, will you even fit?" you asked a little insecure but your pussy throbbing.

His eyes focused on that pretty flower between your legs. Glistening folds that waited to be parted by him.

His fingers dug into the plush flesh of your thighs, spreading them even wider, making you feel even more ashamed, but you wanted it, you never wanted to be stuffed so full like now.

He cocked his head, before his was able to take off his eyes to let them wander over your exposed chest, and then to your delicate face.

"Oh, I am sure it fits. We make it fit inside this pretty pussy. You will look so good with my dick inside you. I just know that. And you trust me." he said it as statement, not even an option to discuss. You felt then how he ran his tip over you, making you tremble.

Laying there like the delicate pretty princess you were in his eyes.

That whimper that left your lips when he started to coat himself in your juices, when new slick just leaked out of you.

Shit, you really were all so wet for him, you heard a rumble in his chest, how his eyes watched your cute pussy throbbing. Slightly, smacking his mushroom tip against your puffy folds, watching you how you squirmed with that motion.

"Tell me, you want it, (Y/N)." he demanded in a husky voice, barely able to hold back.

He never had a girl who was this pretty and so god-damn ready for his cock.

Before Baji grabbed his base just to nudge it against your entrance.

And this was the moment you simply were too hot, to care what came out of your mouth.

"Fuck me....please." when these words left you, you could see the satisfied glint in his golden eyes.

When he was the one who could make a good girl, all so bad for him. Pretty pussy, so inviting and slick. Making his head spin. Your smell also, so absolutely divine.

And indeed, when he settled so comfortable between your legs and slowly pushed forward.

Your cunt wrapping around him, as if you were made just for him. As if you were born just to be his. His head fell back, and it looked absolutely hot.

Adam apple bobbing in his throat, that deep, deep groan what left him, when he sunk into your snug cunt, so velvety and warm. Letting you feel every curve and vein of his hard member.

He kept your thighs open, and when he finally was buried inside you to the hilt, what was easier than you thought, simply because you had been so wet and slippery, you could feel his pelvis grinding against you.

He needed a moment, he didn't even give you time to adjust more because when he would not compose himself, shit he would have been cuming from just pushing inside your welcoming heat.

"Fuck, you feel so damn...good, babygirl." he said low before finally looking now down at you.

The sight how he filled you, this needy expression, and the way you tried to wiggle your sweet pussy down his shaft.

Making you nearly forget you had a break-up, just a few hours ago. Your eyes fluttered shut, you never had been more in bliss than now. Every coherent thought was gone now.

"Shit, look at you, so gone already." he chuckled before he finally started thrusting, at first slow and passionate. Not just here to fuck you, no making love to you.

Making you feel all so good, how you deserve it.

But he couldn't help then to watch how he stretched you out, how you took him so good. Making you keen, making you grab his hands because you were so overwhelmed with feeling good.

"God...deeper, I need it deeper." you whimpered, and a cute little puff came out of your parted lips when he tilted your hips just a little, giving you what you craved.

"Such a good girl, taking me so well. You really needed that, hm? Someone who fucks you right." he whispered against your ear, hot breath caressing the sensitive shell before licking a stripe up your neck.

The slight curve of his dick hitting that spongy part now, making you shudder.

It always made your body jolt, when you felt how much force he now put in his thrust, how deliberate they were. Not pounding you yet, but surly letting you feel what you needed.

"Come on, pretty girl. Tell me how good it feels." he urged you, of course he got turned on when he saw what a little mess you were. Your hands went then to hold onto his shoulders, when he pushed your thigh up a little more, so it felt even deeper.

Pussy squelching around him, flesh slapping against flesh. Shit, it turned him on, the way your breathy moans sounded, how fucking filthy your cute pussy was. All so talkative with him.

"N-never felt this good while doing it. You...as if you just fit perfectly." you babbled, followed by that needy murmur. And indeed he fitted you so perfectly.

"Looking so fucking good, stuffed full of me. Would be looking even better with my cum inside you." he hissed, feeling how your pussy started clenching.

Your first orgasm approached, kinda sooner than you thought, since you always believed you were a girl that had problems to cum during sex.

"Gods, you squeeze down all my dick. Gonna cum, so soon, cupcake?" he asked you with a teasing smile, picking up the pace, right hand came up to lay against your cheek so tenderly, before gliding down your smooth skin and wrapping around your neck.

"B-Baji.... I...fuck, I didn't think-" you tried to speak so desperately, but he shhhd you, squeezing just so slightly, just to get out the sweetest of sound from you.

"Nah, no thinking....just cuming." he interrupted you, and you could feel how it builds up so fast.

Eyes rolling back into your skull, finger of yours wandering from his shoulders to his strands, holding onto him. Pussy clamping down his shaft, before you finally felt the knot inside you tightened and then exploding.

A strangled little cry came out, muffled just slightly by choking you. Fuck, you looked good like that. Milking his cock, for all he was worth, although he holds his own orgasm back.

He wanted to make you cum as much as possible.

"Good fucking girl..." he whispered loving into your ear, placing a kiss right on the corner of your mouth. Not being done with you.

While he kept fucking you oh, so patiently through your high, the blanket underneath you went messy, exposing the phone you forgot. You didn't even think about your ex-boyfriend now.

Feeling too drunk on his dick. To needy for that.

After you came down, he pulled out, but still kept you nice and open. Watching how the display of your phone lit up, he got an idea...you were his now, even when it was not spoken out loudly, you were his. The sweet girl he adored, he fell for. He would need to make sure your stupid ex understood it. Still spamming your chats over and over.

"You...you didn't come." you pointed out, wondered why, usually you were just used to the fact your boyfriend had fun and then that would be it. A little insecurity came creeping in your voice, but he immediately soothed it with a softer look on his handsome face.

"Well, do you really think we would stop by one? Not being done with you yet, pretty." he let you know his dick twitching by the idea he got.

"He is still spamming you...how about that..." he started before you felt how you were simply placed on all fours.

But instead of feeling too shy, your body indistinctly reacted, making a nice deep arch for him, so your ass was up high, feeling a large rough hand stroking over your yielding flesh.

So pretty, and so fucking naughty. Making him grin.

"...we send him a little proof you are indeed really busy right now. Probably he will be too angry and sad he never got you this wet." he whispered when he leaned over your back, as you felt his pretty cock rubbing over your sensitive pussy.

"What...you mean...you take a video like this and sending it to him?" you asked, clearly embarrassed, but before you could think further, his dick was back inside you, making you jolt slightly.

"Just on Snapchat, to make sure he just sees it once. Would make the loser shut up. Besides, it is close to the plan we first had." he cooed before he bottomed out, just to slam into you.

It was a devilish plan of him, but it somehow turned you on, it for sure turned him on.

Showing a bastard, he got his girl. Got her pussy so nice and wet. Making her cum all over him.

"Fine..." you agreed, not really sure why you did it so out of sudden, much too needy than to be thinking properly. But Baji already rendered the idea in his head, he would make sure the bastard would see it just one time. Before maybe destroying the phone of your boyfriend by the next chance he would see him. But this...this could wait.

He grabbed your phone, typing in the code he knew from you, so cute, you trusted him with that even before everything. Just to open the app with the little ghost icon.

"You are much more naughty, then he gives you credit for... I bet. Keep that arch baby, gonna pound that pretty cunt." he warned, giving your ass cheeks a little squeeze, making you grab the sheets below.

And then you couldn't help it then to moan and drool down the pillow.

Your whole body felt hot, so hot, when he grabbed your hips, slamming his dick inside, indeed rearranging your insides a new.

"Hm, such pretty noises. And so fucking juicy for me." he meant low, himself growling.

This time he would fill your pretty pussy, just to have it on camera.

Then he started the video, with that flashlight on, looking so lewd when it recorded how his thick girthy length disappeared into your puffy pink folds. The muffled cries of you into the pillow.

"So fucking wet, you never got her that wet right?" he spoke with a breathy voice, hand caressing your other cheek, before smacking it, what made you cry out even more, babbling his name. So clear it was you who he fucked, kinda talking to the man who treated you so bad over the video.

"She is such a good girl, with such a talk active pussy." he praised before grabbing a good chunk of your ass, kinda exposing the way your pussy took him, how fast he was slamming back and forth, having you nearly cross-eyed. The obsence squelch of it, how your cunt dripped down his shaft.

"You would have just need to treat her right..." he snickered before he holds the phone a little higher, on your creamy skin there was still the slight red hand print of him, when he smacked your ass again, what you seemed to like, because you squeezed his dick when he did it.

"Come, on pretty, tell him that you are mine, yeah?" he cooed, capturing the way your back arched so pretty for him, before his hand sneaked forward to your hair. Grabbing it before tugging gently, to gave you a chance to say when you don't like it. But hell, you were gone, so gone. Loving every second of getting stuffed so full. Making you even more hot being taking like this, from behind, on display for your ex to see. When he said you were his, having your wall fluttering.

"All yours Baji....aahhh." you managed to say, before he yanked back your head slightly on your hair, having it all on the video he recorded how he pounded that sweet cunt of yours. With pulling your hair.

"See, gorgeous girl is too busy right now, can't answer you, asshole. Busy taking every inch of me." he hissed, tugging on the silky strands of hair before nearly pulling out just so his tip was inside you, slamming back.

"Fuck...gonna...baby." you cried out, so cute for him, calling him baby for the first time. He loved just everything of it.

Tongue lolling out, you were cross-eyed and just couldn't help yourself.

"Yeah, show him how good you cum from my cock. Let him see what he lost." he chuckled before fucking you even faster, feeling how his own balls draw up tight, making him feel all the tingles in his lower abdomen, shit you felt like heaven right now, and he had it on fucking camera.

But when you finally came, it was not just like every other orgasm. Your legs shaking, and you were so loud, such a moaner, and you couldn't even hide your head in the pillow since he pulled on your hair. Making it feel so much better.

Before he felt how you fucking grabbed him like a vice. Squirting around his shaft, making himself cum, and shooting a thick white load inside you. Kinda pulling out as you sprayed your juices over his cock, and abdomen, making it glisten with your juices.

Baji groaned, cum leaking out of the slit of his cock.

"Shit...such a naughty girl, soaking all the sheets." he whispered, capturing with the last seconds how his cum dribbled out of you, before sending that snap to your ex.

When the snap was sent, he threw the phone next to him, before holding you close. Wanting to make you feel loved, even when he fucked you, filthy enough for you to squirt. You were vulnerable, but you never felt better. The way he kissed your temple. As you tried to catch your breath.

"Did I just-" you wanted to ask, as you felt the wet sheets underneath you.

"Oh, like a damn fountain, girl. But it was hot." he laughed, pulling you against his chest as you two sat there.

"Did you meant it?" you asked him then, as you slowly came down. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, leaning his face over your shoulder.

"That I want you to be mine?" he asked you, attentively listening. You nodded then, before you tried to look over your shoulder.

"Otherwise I wouldn't have started this. You are perfect, and believe me, I do anything...to see that pretty smile. Besides the fact that I love your pussy..." he started, and you could feel your cheeks heat up.

"I do love you, your person, the way you care..." he added, making you feel butterflies in your tummy, that you finally allowed to have when seeing him.

"I... I, it is weird to say, after I just had a break-up...but I love you too. You listen to me, even when I cried, you were there, when no one else was." you confessed so softly, as he simply holds you in his strong arms, making you feel safe and content. That never happened to you after sex, and you just adored it.

Then your eyes drifted over to your phone, you saw how your ex-boyfriend had opened the snap.

"He will be furious." you murmured, leaning back into his embrace that was making you feel so warm and cozy.

"I hope he will, it is his fault after all. I never had been so mean, when he would have shut the fuck up for a damn day. Letting me making you forget all the useless tears you shed." he spoke then with a sigh.

"I don't make you cry, except when fucking you. Just so you know." Baji said right into your ear, inhaling your scent. Before he switched positions. Laying down, grabbing your waist to straddle him. Looking a little mischievous.

"Hm? Again?" you asked, looking down. "Someone needs to make up for the time he didn't make you cum, cupcake. And I would die for, when I can just see these pretty tits bounce for me..." he chuckled... His gaze was filled not just with the need to have you, but adoring and loving you.

Loving every inch of your being...

@pearldaisy @bajisdarling 💖

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Baji and Kazutora's faces as they're getting arrested here look so sad

Feel so bad for them all over again

[tr-mha-fan]

🥀 You promised... Baji K. 🥀

"If you ever need me, I'll be there for you!"

Baji Keisuke x gn!reader

⚠️Warnings⚠️: death, mentions of blood, grave yard, angst (duh)

Inspired by this

You stood in front of the grave, wearing the white jacket that was once his.

"If you ever need me, I'll be there for you!"

His words played in your mind over and over again.

"How can you help me now?"

Baji Keisuke

The big letters that spell his name on the stone made you sick. You never wanted to see this.

What hurt you most wasn't not being able to see him again. It wasn't not being able to cuddle with him after a nightmare, not the late night 'good night' meassages.

What hurt you most, was the fact that you weren't with him in his last moments.

~

You were sitting on the couch, snuggling in a blanket, rewatching your favorite movie, when you heard the three knocks on the apartment door

Knock knock knock

Letting out a heavy sigh, you paused your movie, getting ready to scold Keisuke for getting into yet another fight. He told you that morning that he'd be with his gang, and you knew he'd come to your house afterwards, just wanting your comfort.

You swing the front door open, words almost leaving your mouth before stopping them when seeing a beat-up, bloodied, and crying Chifuyu at your doorstep.

"Chifuyu, what's wrong?" You reach your arms out a bit, not knowing what to do. He doesn't look up at you, he doesn't have the courage to, all he does is raise his arms, handing you a bloody white sweater. Keisuke's Valhalla jacket.

You eye it in worry. "Chifuyu, what happened? Why are you giving me this?"

The blonde male finally raises his head, his unbandaged eye meeting yours, tears streaming down his cheeks like a waterfall. "Y/N-san, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! I wasn't able to protect him! I failed at my job. Baji-san, he-he's not coming back!"

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You don't remember what happened afterwards, it's all a blur, crying yourself to sleep in Chifuyu's arms, the funeral, everything went by so fast. Too fast.

What you do remember, is how hard you washed his jacket, trying to clean out the blood stains before giving it back to his mother.

But Ryoko-san told you to keep it. A memory of your loving boyfriend, a piece of him for you to keep.

And now, here you were, sitting cross legged in front of his grave, having a one-sided conversation with him. You knew he couldn't reply to you, but if he was able to hear you, then that's all you want.

You once again found yourself bawling.

"Keisuke! You promised! You promised to be here! So why aren't you?! Why are you not with me?! I need you right now! You said you'll be there for me if I need your help! Come back, please!" You knew there was no way for him to come back, it's impossible, he's not here anymore, but you couldn't help the hole in your heart.

You were never the same after his passing.

Hey there hoomans! I feel like this is all over the place but whatever, it'll do. Hope you liked the angst 😉

Kazutora out!

[skelliko]

★-Tokyo revengers

- their insecure

๑-Context: them thinking about their crush (you) but then they start to get insecure and self sabotage about not being good enough

๑- featuring: kazutora, chifuyu, keisuke, seishu, rindou

-for seishu it was so hard because I know that boy is perfect-

°- kazutora hanemiya

• everything, he thinks of every little thing about him but manages to miss the bigger parts about him that does need fixing. his main thought was that no one as good as you would want to be seen around someone like kazutora due to his delinquency, heck even if you've also done some bad stuff he's still afraid that he'd just bring you down and be an awful influence on you.

for someone who went to juvenile for 'accidental' murder and is in quite a dangerous gang, thats a good reputation to hold in terms of strength, but for wanting something other than fights and instead something innocent like feeling what it's like to be loved... that's difficult.

• he also still dislikes how his face looks, to others he's handsome. to himself, he's nothing but a shit show that he looks deep and hard in the mirror with a straight face but then his expression changes to disgust.

sometimes he thinks if you've also felt like that, he's asked his friends about that sort of thing and the response is always 'sometimes' but when he thinks about you being insecure he feels like he's gone mad because to him you're absolutely perfect.

°- chifuyu matsuno

• sometimes he feels as if he can't protect you, there are times where he pictures out scenarios and he's afraid that he can't keep you safe due to where gangs would get the innocent involved even when they have nothing to do with either of the two bickering gangs and that always ends badly.

he doesn't want you to become a target and he's scared that his strength alone wouldn't deal with anything and you'd get involved in something that you didn't have a choice in. due to that he's forcing himself to stay away from you but part of him can't, he calls himself selfish for talking to you and going out in public with you where anyone would be watching.

• he wants to make you his but how can he keep you as his when there's a lot of options to choose from? he's afraid that there's someone better than him, that eventually you'd lose interest in chifuyu and that's not because he doesn't trust your trust but he's seen other guys and how they easily attract and how they can go on the day confident, chifuyu can't and he can't see that it's not because there's something wrong with him but it's just because he's not a player and he can't see that for himself or others.

°- Keisuke Baji

• when it comes to Baji he knows hes a good looker and as well as the heart, but sometimes in school he'd see you walk in the hallways and he gets a little embarrassed that he turns the opposite direction in hopes of you not seeing him in his nerdy disguise just so the school doesn't kick him out or hold him back for his delinquency. his slicked back hair that he honestly spends time on and is proud in the moment, but when he looks at it for too long he has to hold back on scruffing it up and going to school like his normal self.

You're aware of how he looks outside of school but not everyone does, he's nervous that if you're seen talking to him then he'd just embarrass you, and because of that he thinks you're embarrassed to talk to him too and you force yourself to, even if you've held conversations for a long amount of time and you seem to enjoy it with a smile Baji has a little worm in his brain telling him otherwise

• held back a year for him failing his exams, sure someone being smart isn't exactly a top priority for some people but he thinks you're one of them and he curses himself for not having the academic smarts for it, he'd sometimes compare himself to someone else in his class and think 'how the fuck are they able to memories this and I can't?' In all honesty though academics is pretty hard when you've got other stuff going on too

°- seishu Inui

• his burn mark isn't exactly something that bothers him but whenever he thinks of you and gets a glimpse of the mark from a window he can't help but think that it bothers you. he tends to get a little frustrated about it and whenever he thinks too much of the mark his frustration ends up in sadness because all the memories of the fire and his sister come rushing in.

• whenever he looks at you he can't keep his eyes away, he's always in awe at everything you do. but what does seishu do? getting hurt in gangs here and there and making bad decisions for himself? he knows his skills and the good of him but he also knows his flaws and he can't stand that. he wants to do so much more but he can't, he doesn't know how to and he doesn't want to disappoint you in any sort of way yet he always manages to disappoint himself

°- rindou haitani

• sometimes he considers himself to be in his brother's shadow, he hasn't thought of it like that at all but rindou would pick some things out and then look at his brother and that sense of being younger than him equals to being lower, his older brother seems to always do great causing jealousy to grow. it's like regular sibling rivalry, nothing major but it does linger around his brain that maybe at somepoint if given the chance you'd run right over to ran inside of rindou

• rindou knows the reputation that he holds, the dangers that he keeps with his gang. and one of those dangers also happens to the innocent. he's been foolish to be part of those sort of things before and karma always plucks out the ones that finally find something to be happy about. he doesn't want you to accidentally get involved and get hurt or even killed.

considering that the haitani brothers are quite well known if anyone were to see the sentimental value that rindou has for you, then you will become a target from other gangs that want to take the brothers down. rindou looks through multiple of scenarios as to how or where that could happen and in all of those scenarios the date is all unexpected. rindou's afraid that he'd be the reason to you getting hurt from someone else and he won't be there.

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[taijuslegalwife]

Healing ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

Baji Keisuke x reader

warnings: mentions of rape, angst, slight comfort, rushed story, established relationship, female reader, usage of female pronouns, traumatized reader, ptsd descriptions

“Relax, I’ll make you feel good. Just loosen up.”

Her assailant's words rang through her mind as her vision began to fog up upon remembering how he hurt her.

How he made her feel even more disgusted at every touch he placed on her body.

How he cornered her the minute she was alone under the full moon.

Maybe going outside by yourself wasn’t the smartest idea,huh?

The memories of him running up after her until he finally cornered her in an empty alleyway, of him ripping the clothes off of her, of him stripping himself nude as she helplessly watched—bleeding out due to the injuries he inflicted onto her with his own bare fists. Her own heartbeat rang through her ears as her memories became more and more foggy. Soon she began hearing a strange man calling out to her, “Hello? Hello? Answer me, are you okay?”  

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(Y/n) woke up in shambles, sitting up quickly as her own heartbeat was erratic and out of control. Sweat dripped down her forehead as her hands stayed shaken and clammy. She placed a hand on her chest in a rushed attempt to slow her own breathing down; (Y/n) helplessly looked to her boyfriend, Baji, for help. He kept trying to call out to her in the same voice that she heard in her nightmare, “Breathe, baby. It’s okay.” Baji softly called out to her as he gently wrapped an arm around her. She looked to him for comfort until he uttered a sentence she knew all too well.

“ Look at me.”

Her rapist said the same thing when he was victimizing her. When she was inevitably crying out for help into the night, hoping someone would be nearby and hear her cries for help. Someone that would help her. Her mind felt blank but before she could even control herself she was screaming and violently thrashing around, attempting to get the hands on her off for good. 

(Y/n) couldn’t realize it but she had been thrashing out in Baji’s arms, not his. His eyes widened as he silently just let go of her and nervously watched her screaming helplessly like prey in the wild that had been cornered like its predator. He wanted to help her, he wanted to make her feel safe, but he knew that she just went through something horrific and she needed her space. He was just so confused on why she would be freaking out in his arms and not others? He was her lover, he was supposed to be her safe place. Baji just watched her thrash and flail her arms around in a mental panic, his own heartbeat loud in his ears. He didn’t want to be the one who made her feel like this, he wanted to comfort her.

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