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[haikyooot]

Inferno Pas de Deux

Pairing: Baji Keisuke x f!reader WC: 2.1k Genre/Tags:  fluff, little hurt & lots of crazy comfort, reader is implied to be a dancer, Baji lives and he is sooo whipped, ARSON, property damage, expressing anger through violence against inanimate objects, speeding, public nuisance (excessive revving), running from law enforcement, some suggestive language, a lot of profanity enough for tumblr to hid the fic from tags for an hour lmao

Summary: You’re stressed, tired, and pissed, so your boyfriend takes you on a ride to make a wish and get rid of some of that pent-up frustration.

A/N: Broken out from a longer Baji wip hehehe, it’s all gonna be little one-shots. I had so much fun with this one! It’s a lil (very) different from the usual stuff I write ahahah. Consider this...me paying dues for Baji angst.

"Oh my god, I want to kill her," you tell Baji one day, dreading going back to work the next day.

"Uh huh..." He's still waving around a little laser, playing around with the kitten who's trying to capture the red dot that's darting about on the floor.

"Are you even listening?"

"Uh huh..."

You roll your eyes and stare at the little kitten shaking its tiny paws in the air and the man who's pretty much a cat himself. Clearly, both are in their own little starry universes.

The next day, you're miserable. Miserable doesn't even begin to describe how out of control the whole workplace is. You want out—to leave. Leave now, leave for good. Tired. Exhausted. Done...and pissed.

A few paces away from the building entrance, you hear a familiar rev from behind, the deep rumble is so distinct. Of course, it's Baji's Suzuki, affectionately named Cockroach. Unfortunately. Oh, and it's nicknamed Cock, but that's irrelevant.

You turn to see bright headlights shining right in your face, the silhouette manning the bike is dark but you already know it's him. Baji rolls to a stop right in front of you and takes his helmet off, shaking his head to loosen his wavy locks.

"Keisuke?" you ask, wondering why he's here at this time of the night. You didn't tell him your late hours tonight, so how did he know? You see something strapped on the back of the bike and point at it. "Is that...a baseball bat?"

Baji tugs on your wrist, leaning out to beckon for a kiss. You grin and comply, giving him a quick peck. He answers your earlier curiosity, pulling the bat out and proudly holds it out to you. "Nice, isn't it. Here you go."

You raise an eyebrow at the twisted, rusty nails sticking out of the barrel and carefully ask, "Why?"

Baji grins wolfishly, dark eyes glinting. He revs out a buzzing beat like a bee doing a drumroll, flicking his wrist rapidly around the throttle and clutch. "Get on and you'll see. You know, you might want to put that bat away on public roads. You look so sexy holding it though, babe."

You chuckle and return the bat to him, taking the helmet he holds out to you instead. "Wasn't planning on helping you relive your bosozoku days."

He laughs. "Please, those are bygone times."

You swing your legs over back, positioning yourself in the comfy seat. After hearing the click of your helmet strap and feeling your arms wrapping around his waist, Baji takes off in a pop.

The bike cuts through the wind, weaving in and out of traffic. Left and right, right then left. The red brake lights from the cars are just a maze Baji takes you through. You look behind and it's a sea of blinking yellow. The beep and honks are muffled by Cockroach's roar.

"I thought you said you follow traffic rules now!"

"Did I? When have I ever!"

You stifle a laugh and press your face into Baji's back, hiding from the wind whipping onto your cheeks. He takes you far from the city, lights dimming into distant twinkles.

"You good?"

You give him a slight squeeze.

"Good. Hold on tight, sweetheart."

The gears shift. The throttle is cranked. Cockroach growls and whines.

"Where? Are? We? Going?" you yell at him, trying to get your voice above the bike's cackle. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest, coming up into your throat and dropping back down.

"Told you! You'll see!" Baji yells back. He hoots loudly, taking you into warp speed. Like a comet zipping through, you leave behind a trail of fading red tail light.

"Keisuke!" you shriek, holding onto him tightly. You can't even see how fast you're going, the surroundings blurring together in dark shadows, but Baji's back, his solid body, you feel as though there's nothing to fear. All of the wind is blocked by him. All of your troubles, he takes you away from.

Baji kicks the gears back down and slows the bike as he turns into an abandoned junkyard and empty warehouse. He kicks the side stand and parks the bike. Baji pulls his helmet off, shaking his head and whistles. "Alrighty, we're here." He slides the helmet off from your head and laughs at your helmet-messed hair. Positively adorable.

Your legs feel wobbly, almost unused to walking on ground at this slow speed after zipping through the night. Baji pulls out the bat again and gives it a few testing swings.

"This is—"

Baji swings his arms open and gestures to the tall mound of crushed cars piled on top of one another. The metallic smell of rusting metal is heavy in the air. "Welcome, my dear, to a place beyond wonderland! Man, haven’t been back here in years!"

Your arms are folded over your chest and you point out what the wonderland actually is. "A junkyard."

"A special one too," he remarks and swings the bat into the windows of one of the cars. The shattered glass falls down like fresh snow. "You wanna try? There's a lot of pent up shit from work, right?"

Baji leads you around the corner where there's a relatively whole car, probably recently abandoned.

"Is this...okay?" You're unsure, but you still reach for the handle anyways. The old grip tape sticks to your palms. It'll probably stink later.

"Legal? Hell, no. But the police don't really come here...usually." He rests an elbow on the car trunk and gestures to a tall pile of rusting metal. "You know what happened here?"

"You...smashed cars?"

He nods and grins, flashing his fangs. "Yep! And I also got stabbed here." He points at his waist, where a nasty scar can be found under his dark clothing.

Your jaw falls open and Baji's smirk turns even wider. "What?!"

"You know the whole Halloween ordeal when I was 15?"

"You mean..." You survey the junkyard, currently quiet and just a tinge creepy, and turn back to Baji. Waving your arm, drawing in the air with the bat to gesture the entire yard, you're baffled. "That happened here?!"

He nods. "Oh yea. A terribly, shitty day." Baji moves away and gives you full clearance to your prey. "Wanna help me rewrite those memories?"

"Isn't this supposed to be my stress-relief moment?" The grip on the bat tightens.

"Yours and mine." He shrugs. "We can take turns and—"

The passenger window shatters like windchimes in a storm along with your yell. And the car alarm blares and protests.

Baji's a little surprised by how much force you put into that swing, seeing that the side mirror is taken out too. A huge smile spreads on his face and he sits back to watch your little solo. "That's my girl."

Argh!! You scream while bringing the bat down on the hood, denting the shiny metal in a valley with nasty crimps. The nails on the bat screech horribly, clawing its way through the paint finish. It's painful to your ears and music to your soul. "FUUUUCKK!!!!"

Baji hoots off to the side and finds a pipe from the rubble pile. He runs over and steps onto the roof of the car, holding his hand out to help you to the top. You stand on the roof and raise the bat over your head. "I FUCKING HATE THIS! GO TO HELL, ALL YOU MOTHERFCKERS!!! AHHH!!!"

The bat swings down like a guillotine. The windshield cracks into an elaborate snowflake, the head of the bat buried in the thick glass. You try pulling it out, twisting and tugging. "Shit!" you furrow your brows, irritated and stomp angrily on the roof, shaking the half-destroyed vehicle.

"I got you." Baji wraps his large hands over yours on the bat. His back and shoulders caging you against his body. He squeezes and yanks hard to free the bat. Fragments of glass fly out. Baji brings the bat back. "Annnd, we swing again."

The windshield is defeated. The remnants are scattered all over the expensive leather interior. Ooh, nice red trim, Baji thinks.

"Keep going," Baji encourages while he hops off the roof.

You don't even notice that he's gone, finishing your handiwork on the back window too, tearing the wiper off and smashing into the trunk. When Baji comes back, holding a dark gallon tank, the car is pretty much—totaled—completely chewed up by the bat and your rage. Your shoulders and chest heave up and down. Sweat clings to your skin. It's so rare to see you completely out of your inhibitions. How sexy.

He's about to help you down from the roof when you leap off yourself instead. Very sexy.

"I'm done," you say meekly, and lean your forehead against Baji's shoulder. "Bleh, bleh, bleh..."

"Okay, before we go let's do a final act." He takes the bat out of your hands and gently leads you a few meters away from the car. "Close your eyes and make a wish."

"Huh?" you ask, looking back towards him. "Wish? It's not even my birthday."

"Just do it!" He nudges your back a little more and shoves a 1 yen coin into your palm. "No peeking!"

You follow his instructions and close your eyes. Clasping your hands together around the small metal coin in this abandoned junkyard—this corner where you can just do whatever the hell you want. No one watching, no one judging. No pretending, no hiding. No tradition to follow, no norm to fit in with. You make a wish for evolution, change, and rebirth.

Strength.

You toss the coin back.

BOOM.

Your eyes fly open and you whip around to see a mad inferno blazing. The mountain of fire, orange and red, erupts in an angry trail. Black plumes blow up and disappear into the night sky. Baji runs up to you, and grabs your hand, fingers intertwined with yours. "No encore needed, princess. Let's go!"

"You're crazy!" you yell, running with him across the empty lot. Maybe it's his knack for trouble infecting you, but you're laughing at the absurdity of it all.

Baji turns his head to look at you, face illuminated by the distant fire's glow. "Love you too!"

Blaring sirens sound in the distance.

"OMG, Keisuke?! It's the police?!"

He ushers you on to the seat and plops the helmet on your head.

"Ah, shit. Definitely time to go, not staying for the curtain call." He starts up Cockroach. "Hold on."

Your arms are secured around his waist again as the bike revs and takes off. "I thought you said they wouldn't come," you hiss.

"I said usually. Besides—" he nods towards the flaming bonfire"—there's that this time."

The bike darts through the night, escaping the sirens that are becoming quieter and quieter. There's routes and paths in these areas that none of the officers would know. But Baji knows them all by heart. He takes you across an old bridge, distant city lights flashing between the industrial beams.

The adrenaline from the night slowly washes away. Baji kicks the gears down into a lazy cruise, the concluding coda of the night. Baji feels your arms relax and disappear from his waist. You're leaning against the custom, sandan seat with the high back support, hands secured on the side handles. The wind carries the smell of Baji's hair and faint traces of smoke.

"Keisuke!"

"Yea?"

A cheerful bliss blooms on your face. "Just wanna say your name. Keisuke, Keisuke, Kei, Kei, Kei."

Baji laughs and revs Cockroach playfully to accompany the rhythm.

Deciding to spare further damage to poor Cock's engine, you quiet down and relax against his back again.

"Keisuke?"

"Hm?"

"Kinda hungry, let's make a stop before home."

"Okay."

"Teach me how to ride sometime?"

"O-Of course!" he blurts out eagerly.

A flurry of thoughts fly through Baji's mind: the perfect place for the first lesson, the kind of bike design and features that you would love. It'll be a really cute one, maybe not super fast, but just perfect—and safe. Oh, definitely safe. He's so taken into this tangent that he doesn't hear the playful words you're telling him afterwards. He barely catches the last bit of "thank you" that you whisper into his back.

The air is fresh and crisp as he takes you down paths that seem untraveled. Cutting into the unknown with him doesn't seem so intimidating at all. The early hours past midnight stretch long, still young. The world is in a sustained pause—it's just you and him. Baji revs the engine. And Cockroach. 

You open your eyes and see the expanse of the night sky with real stars twinkling in its blanket. Like a rocket burning into space with all its might earlier, and now you're in orbit.