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definitelyisd1ce · 7 months ago

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“It’s always been you.”

K. Baji — Tokyo Revengers.

Synopsis : Being somewhat affiliated with gang because you like one of its members; leaves you feeling strung along. Although, if it all fells, it’ll end well. Right?

Content Warnings!

contains the following ; unestablished relationship(s) , light angst to fluff and comfort, sweet nothings and sweet sorrows! ——— very much SFW!

As always, A/N! : My content is for those who wish to read it, though it is heavily recommended that you are 18+. I have no control over what you read, nor is it my business. Read at your own discretion. I’m not holding your hand.

WC; 2.3K !

Viewer Discretion Advised. <3

7:32pm.

The sun had cast a bright orange-yellow through the sheer white curtains of your bay windows, praising its rays on you as you decided it was time to crash in for the night. It was Friday, so there was nowhere to go. All your homework and upcoming assignments had been done, so you were basically just… here.

You settle in your bed with a book, letting the sun set in on you, and watching you read the book (it's more like reading the words and not retaining the information).

You needed help figuring out why you weren't interested in the book. It fits your taste; it was on your "To read!' list, so what was the problem? Unbeknownst to you, the deep-rooted desire to text your situationship was brewing, and it annoyed you.

You tossed the book to your side and picked up your phone, looking at the time and date on the home screen, though there was no notification from the guy you were looking for.

Keisuke.

You didn't like to accept the fact that he ghosted you every now and again, mainly because he always dragged his sorry ass to see you before anything was said and done. You still couldn't hold that over his head because he had a gang, family, mom, and school to cater to.

He wasn't your boyfriend, and you weren't his girlfriend; at least, that's what it comes out to be after you do the mental gymnastics.

You laid your phone on your chest and stared at the ceiling, the ridges in it doing imaginary dances to entertain your brain and distract you from the impending silence. Eventually, your eyes grew shrouded, and you fell asleep.

2:43am.

The light taps of rocks hitting your window roused you awake and caused you to sit up and glance at your phone.

The time read 2:43, and the day was a new day. The only thing different was a couple of missed notifications: various calls and text messages, Instagram, TikTok, etc. But the one that stuck out to you was from your ravenette.

3 new messages and 2 missed calls from 'Baji <3."

It was weird; you didn't even know you had fallen asleep, exhausted and missing everything lively before the world went quiet.

You were pulled out of your stirring thoughts by another pebble thrown at your window, forcing you to pull yourself out of your bed and head to the window. You pulled the curtain back a little, only giving you a view of the ground below it without being seen, and there he was.

Baji, standing in his toman uniform and leaning against his motorcycle, tossed another pebble in his hand, almost nearing to look like he was about to throw it before he glanced at you and put his hand down.

You drew the curtain back and made a questioning face at him, which only caused him to throw his hand up, insinuating for you to open the window.

You grabbed the crank of the middle bay window, the biggest of the three, and turned it until it was open enough to talk with him.

"What are you doing here?!" You whispered-yelled to the boy below you, who only displayed a shit-faced smirk as he saw you.

You were wearing a fitting tank top, nylon shorts, and a bright pink bonnet—a scene that was way too familiar for Baji. It brought him clarity as he saw that, for the first time in a couple of days, you were facing bright even though your expression was dark as you looked at him quizzically.

"I just wanted to see you. I thought you were with Hina or Emma for a while. You really are a heavy sleeper," he answered, kicking the gravel as he chuckled out his response. His hair was in his all-knowing fighting-style ponytail, blood that may or may not be his, and a snark attitude just for you at this unearthing hour.

You rubbed your eyes and fetched your glasses to get a better look at him. Once you returned, you leaned on your window sill and spoke.

"Yeah, well.. when you have basically nothing to look forward to, what's the point of sleeping light?" you asked, head propped up in your palm.

Baji stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at you with a slight tilt to his head, a light pout to his lips. He looked around, trying to find an answer to lighten the mood.

The streets were empty, with the occasional car passing through. People were either on their way or coming back home from work. Bright orange streetlights shadowed the midnight sky, giving Baji a talking point.

"You normally never miss my calls; if you do, you call me straight back. What up with you, babydoll?" he asked honestly, wanting to understand the scarcity of your two moments.

This sent a countdown in your brain, counting the seconds you were about to have a meltdown or self-implode. What's up with you? More like, what the hell is up with him? Who just randomly ghosts people you claim to be infatuated with? But you digressed.

"What's up with me? Nothing is up with me, Keisuke. It's you. I should be asking that question, considering you act like you don't know what phone or a response is." You answered in a quiet yet tired tone, still putting heavy emphasis on his name.

Being woken up from her sleep was warranted, though her calling him by his name caught him off guard.

You could see the look on his face after you called him his name and not his last name or a pet name, slight appalment, and the look of being taken aback. He couldn't lie; it hurt a little, but his pride was too big to show it.

"First name basis, huh…" he muttered back before standing back up straight and opening his mouth to speak again. "I understand. But can you put off being mad at me for a tad bit longer? We can talk it out, yeah?" he asked, feather-light pleading and a somewhat sincere smile on his face.

"And what makes you think I want to do that?" you asked back, deadpan and with a smirk of sarcasm.

Baji looked back at his motorcycle and then back up at you, clicking his teeth as he insinuated a joyride on it.

“Uhn uhn.. uhn uhnnnnn Baji, no. It's too late, and my mom would kill me if she found out I left to go on a joyride. Especially with you." You gritted through your retainer-ridden teeth.

His bike, Ol' Alessia, was almost as old as Baji. You looked at his bike just about two or three feet from behind him, the memories of your shared laughs, your tears, his sweat and blood, and long conversations flooding your senses.

"Come on, I won't keep you out long—just long enough to fill in the missing time." He begged, a slight smirk on his face, his mischief fang, as you like to call it, on display.

After some thought, you caved and rolled your eyes, strolling to your already shut bedroom door and locking it. A slight prayer to hope for an easy in and out slipped past your lips as you put on your robe and house slippers and came back to the window.

"20 minutes?"

"20 minutes."

You sighed once more and climbed out the window, using the tree next to it as your way down. Once you got on your feet, you avoided Baji and went straight to his bike, putting on the helmet he kept for you.

He got on the bike, pulled it out of its idle stance, and revved it to warm it up. You got on right behind him, your body immediately going to backpack him as he pushed off and started to ride down the street.

The light breeze brought a sense of security that you haven't felt since you've last been with Keisuke. You used to reflect on your non-situation-relationship with him in times like these. Sometimes, he'd be with and around you like a lovesick puppy; others, he'd go with so much without a slight acknowledgment toward you.

You laid your cheek on his back as he made precise turns in your neighborhood, fighting the urge to break the stiff silence between you both. He found you being deep in thought cute, but since it was he who was on your mind, he had stirred the conclusion that it was probably a bad thing.

"I'll give ya a penny for that thought.." he spoke up a while after a mindless 7-8 minutes.

"You can keep your penny. I'm just thinkin'," you responded, perching your chin on his shoulder.

"About?"

"You, me, something I'd normally call us," you mumbled, paying attention to orange-hued streetlights. "It doesn't really feel like it's been that recently, y'know?" you urged.

Rueful silence racked through the air as your question surfaced, and Baji's hand was forced to speed the bike up a little.

"Yeah.. but you know I have good reasons, right?" he wondered, also wanting to see where you stood in understanding.

"No, Kei, I don't." you started, leaning up to sit up straight, "I don't know that you do because you don't communicate that."

He hung his head a little, sucking in his bottom lip. He knew he wasn't (and still isn't) the best at communicating. He wholeheartedly felt awful after Mitsuya and Chifuyu dogged him about it.

He guessed being together and not committed drew a fine line between his girl and his gang. He was together with you, but committed to his gang; thus causing a painful realization. After that brief realization, he got slightly startled out by feeling your hand creep up to his and guide Alessia back onto the road.

"Yeah, I guess I do owe you a lot more than I give you, huh?" he asked, feeling the hell-ridden embarrassment creep up his neck and rest on his cheeks.

"Yeah. I'd like to think so. I mean, for god's sake, Kei. I know we aren't in a relationship, but you can at least have some decency and acknowledge that you treat me more than just somebody. You and I have both admitted that." She ranted, pausing occasionally to push down the urge to cry.

"I don't ask for so much as a 'why, what are you doing, run this by me'… just something. Don't even let me get started because it makes me feel like I'm talking in circles, then I'm wasting my brea-"

"Hey! Hey! It's alright. I hear you." He cut you off, looking over his shoulder at you.

You bit your bottom lip, sniffling a little as you finally caught wind of your word vomit. You shook your head, not knowing what more to say. The silence was filling the space you two as he turned back onto your street, the light cruise bringing you back to a level head.

"Look, it's always and has been about you. I just need to work some things out before I can officially say I'm all yours, yeah?" he murmured, pulling up back under your window.

As much as you wanted to scream and hit him and tell him it was not fair, you understood he wanted to go through the troubles to get rid of them before being with you. And for that, you had to commend him.

"Okay, Baji. I guess I can't argue with that." You answered, taking off your helmet and getting off the bike.

It had been exactly 17 minutes since you left, and you still had 3 minutes to return to your window. Baji had gotten off his bike and came for a hug, wrapping his arms around your neck and bending down to kiss your forehead.

"I'm sorry, ma. I am immensely sorry for not making you feel like a priority, not holding myself up to a higher standard, and leaving you in the mud. It's not so manly and Toman code of me." He spoke, etching his apology into your forehead.

You grinned a little at his formality and apology, hugging him back. You pulled back, looking at his pale brown hue, smooshing his cheeks in your hand.

"I understand. I'll forgive you when I see you change and hold yourself up to what you say. But as for now, come on. I'm not letting you drive back home this late," you confided, motioning for him to help you into the window.

He nodded, boosting you into the open pane, allowing you to climb in and make sure everything was in order. Baji turned off his motorcycle and climbed into your window himself. He looked around, feeling the sense of familiarity creep up on him.

"Hey, while you stand there, close the window." You whispered,-demanded, already back into your tanktop and shorts.

He playfully rolled his eyes as he shut your room off from the outside world, removed his uniform, changed into basketball shorts and socks, and prepared to climb into bed with you.

He followed suit, climbing back into your plush sheets, big-spooning you to give you a tinge of protectiveness. You curled up into his caged arms; his faint cologne that wafted on his wrists seeped into your nose and started to lull you into brief, deep sleep. At least not before you got your final words out for the night.

"Kei?"

He grunted politely.

"Just promise me you won't keep me waiting."

"I won't keep you waiting, n/n. I promise. I want nothing but you. I want your past, your present, and your future." He answered, holding you tight and secure.

You smiled, keeping his promise close to you as he kissed the crown of your head.

And with that, you fell asleep.

silly little a/n!🤭: hey guys! second fic, how we feeling about it? Keisuke Baji is my man so there DEFINITELY will be a lot of fics about him as i write more. Feel free to drop suggestions. i’m open to just about any fandom i’m familiar with. as always, im open feedback and critiques! (though do be nice.). and as per usual; divider by @benkeibear:). reposts are highly appreciated ;).

#baji #tokyo revengers baji #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev fluff #baji keisuke #baji x black!reader #baji x reader #baji x y/n #toman baji #tokyo revengers #tr fluff #tr fanfic

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hxpel3s5-slxxt · 9 months ago

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𝕬𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Characters: Baji Keisuke (Edward)

Warnings: Oral, toxic-ish?, p in v sex, unknown filming/recording

A/N: For anon <3

"Boy, you stupid," you chuckle at the reel. A disapproving grunt leaves Baji's throat.

As of right now, you were on the phone with Baji while texting your boy best friend, Kaiden. Baji was ignoring you, too invested in his game. So you decide to text Kaiden since you are bored. It didn't take long for him to start spamming you with reels. Admittedly, you wish you were on the phone with Kaiden. At least he was giving you attention.

You look up from the reels at the sound of Baji's grunt.

"What's wrong with you?" you ask.

"Nun." he mumbles.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. "Okay, Keisuke."

"First name is crazy," he chuckles under his breath.

"Yeah, uh huh." You go back to watching your reels.

Yes, you were being petty. It doesn't take much to play a game and talk at the same time. So you were going to keep this up until he got the hint.

And it didn't take long. Ten minutes, tops.

"Who're you talkin' to?" He finally puts his controller down, his gaming chair facing the camera. He wore grey sweatpants, a black woman beater, a silver chain, and his hair was up in a man bun. Damn, did he look good.

"My man." you spit, smiling.

"Don't fuck with me, little girl."

"I'm not though?" you chuckle.

He hums, putting his gamer headphones back on, grabbing his controller, and turning his chair back. You go back to Kaiden, smiling contently.

Hours pass. You and Baji have been on the phone for about 5 hours, and not a word has been said after your little argument. All that can be heard is the clicking of his controller. You sit up. "Baji?"

Silence.

"Bae, I was playing!" you laugh.

He's not.

"Bae? What're you yappin' about, bruh? What's up with you, gang?"

Oh. You did not like that.

"I ain't yo' bruh or gang, Keisuke," you say sternly.

"My bad, broski." he chuckles, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Maybe you should go play around with your man, yeah?"

Your jaw clenches.

"Okay, I will." You don't even listen to his next remark, you hang up the phone and call Kaiden.

Kaiden didn't have his attention consumed by the game. He had all his attention on you. You can't say you didn't know he had a crush on you. You knew. He made it so. painfully. obvious. However, you never returned his feelings. You weren't a cheater. You lay on your stomach, on the verge of tears from laughing. Kaiden always knew how to cheer you up and make you laugh. He wasn't your boy best friend for no reason.

It wasn't until you heard the all-too-familiar sound of gravel meeting tires. Someone was pulling into the driveway. "Hold on, Kai."

You rush over to the window of your room. Baji's car was parked in your driveway. It takes about 30 minutes to get here; you hung up on him not even 25 minutes ago! You already hear the keys jingling as he hops out of the car.

You had forgotten that you gave him a spare key! You bolt to the door to lock the top lock.

There stood Baji.

Casually placing his keys on the counter and locking the front door. You're not sure if you were frozen in anger or shock. Either way, it doesn't stop him from leaning on the counter, crossing his arms with his eyes trained on you.

Your face scrunches up in anger. "Is there a reason you're here?" You cross your arms and cock your head at him.

He marches up to you and grabs your wrist before you can jerk your arm back. He makes a beeline to your bedroom and shoves you towards the bed before locking the door. He removes his shirt and looks at you. "Strip."

You quickly remove your shirt as Baji walks over to your bed and places your phone on the nightstand. he pulls you closer by your hips and connects your lips with his. His tongue slides into your mouth with ease as he helps you remove your bottoms. He pulls at your lower lip with his teeth before pushing you onto the bed.

You unbuckle his belt and take off the rest of his clothing. He steps out of his pants and kicks them to the side. You get on your hands and knees on the bed as he lazily strokes his cock, slapping it against your cheek when you try to catch it in your mouth. "Open," he mumbles.

You open your mouth, and he thrusts into your mouth, making you gag. He grips the back of your head as you suck on his length, groaning. Your tongue slides along the vein running up his cock, and your hand squeezes his balls.

He sucks in a breath and slaps your ass. "Such a good girl for me. Only me, right?"

You hum around his length, a confirmation. He pulls you off his cock by your hair. "Lyin' ass."

He grabs your upper arm and throws you on the bed. He swiftly removes your panties and parts your folds before licking a line up to your sensitive bud. Your hand flies up to your mouth in an attempt to muffle your loud moans as Baji eats you out like a starved man. He slips a finger into your wet hole, twisting and curling it as he pleases.

"Fuuuck, Baji.." You mumble while your eyes start to roll back. He adds another finger as he fiercely sucks on your clit, looking up at you with hungry eyes. You grab his wrist in an attempt to slow down his ministrations. You clench around his digits as another finger enters your needy hole.

"Cum fa me, baby. Let me see it." He growls into your pussy, his nose bumping against your clit. You reach down and pull on his hair, your high washing over you like a wave. Your legs shake on his shoulders before your body goes lax.

Baji licks one last stripe up your pussy, making you whine. He sits up on his heels and puts his hair into a bun before stroking his member.

"Relax fa me mamas." He says as he brings your knees to your chest.

He swipes his tip between your folds and brings his hand up to your mouth. You spit in his palm, and he uses it as lube. "Be good fa me, mkay?" You try your best to nod as he pushes in. You hiss from the stretch, and he groans at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. His thrusts were fast and rough, one hand coming up to wrap around your neck as the other circled your clit.

He sets a brutal pace, your moans piercing his ears. Each thrust makes your eyes roll back and become an incoherent mess. You feel impossibly stuffed whenever he hits your cervix, making you see stars. Baji's head falls into the crook of your neck as his climax approaches. Your mouth drops open as his teeth sink into your neck. "'M cummin'"

Baji slowly slides out of you, his cum slowly spilling out. He takes his phone out of the pocket of his discarded sweats, quickly snapping a picture. You let out a dissatisfied grunt as he lay down beside you. The only sound interrupting your heavy breaths is the sound of a call ending.

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xxelfmamaxx · 2 years ago

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Kazutora:Wanna hear a joke?

Baji:Sure

Kazutora:Your life

Baji:My life isn't a joke, jokes have meaning

Kazutora:Baji no-

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dzvelinaskebiyars · 5 months ago

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hi! I'm not sure if you know about the spin-off with Baji Keisuke, but if you read it could you please write a one shot with baji x fem reader where she is his girlfriend, this is the very beginning of the spinoff when baji rejected chifuyu and ryusei gave him the idea that he needs to get closer to baji's girlfriend so that keisuke would be nicer to him (he sticks to her at school, offers to walk her home when baji is late at school and when he is at keisuke's house he also surprises her with attention), but baji starts to get very jealousand angry. sorry if this is too long a request, thank you very much!!

I'm sorry this took long! Thank you so much for requesting<3

"Get close to Baji's gf" he said...

Ryusei was a little devil. Or he had a little devil sat on his shoulder and it gave him ideas. Chifuyu knew that, that he shouldn't have believed Ryusei but that sly bastard managed to get him wrapped around his finger again.

Chifuyu admired Baji so much and wanted to be his right-hand man, that's what you heard from the boy. "Good afternoon L/n-san! I'm Baji-san's friend! I'm hoping to be your friend, if it's alright with you!" he screamed while bowing so deep as if you were the royal and he was the commoner. Embarrassing first meeting, for sure.

"Baji-san will be late today so I'll walk you home! If it's alright with you, of course!" Chifuyu said with bright smile on his face. He definitely wasn't bad guy, I mean yes he's delinquent but he was respectful and friendly. Despite that, you turned his offer down. If someone else was supposed to pick you up, then Baji would have definitely call you but he didn't.

He knew about Chifuyu since you immediately told him that someone called Chifuyu Matsuno, who he said was Baji's friend, tried to befriend you. Baji just scoffed but he hasn't concerned himself much with the matter. Yet.

Chifuyu was friendly and kind but that doesn't mean you didn't question his motives. Offering to walk you home, carry your bag, visits you to your class, buys drinks for you and etc..Yes it's nice but what is he trying to achieve with it? No one of your male friends have acted this way, especially after you started dating Baji, so yes, you questioned Chifuyu's motives.

Now, you're in your class, talking with your best friend and suddenly Chifuyu visited again. "What are you doing here, Chifuyu?" you asked the blonde. He flashed you same bring smile and gave you your favourite drink. "I heard it's your favourite." He said.

"Oh uh..." You hesitantly took the drink in your hands. "Thank y-" your eyes widen in surprise when you saw Baji right behind Chifuyu.

"And I was wondering what all these rumours were about." Baji's voice echoed in the classroom and everyone went quiet, eyes fixed on the scene. Baji appeared to be frustrated, fists clenched by his sides as if they were itchy to meet with certain someone's jaw.

"Baji-san, good afternoon!" Chifuyu greeted him, oblivious to the tension.

Baji's eyes landed on your figure, seeing how uneasy you felt with all of this, he let out a sigh before slightly relaxing his body. "Follow me outside, Chifuyu." He started walking away from the class and blonde guy following him.

What everyone missed was Ryusei in the halfway, truly stunned and amused by the situation. He genuinely didn't think Chifuyu would take his advice this seriously.

What you know is that Chifuyu ended up with bruises, broken nose and black eyes, on his knees, bowing and apologising to both of you while swearing he'd kill Ryusei.

After finding out the reason behind Chifuyu's behaviour, you forced Baji to apology to him and they made up! Tho you had to give Baji extra attention and affection to calm him down.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #request #baji keisuke #baji x reader #matsuno chifuyu #ryusei sato #tokyo rev x reader

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 9 months ago

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I put up a little survey but no one answered it. How dare you all go on living your lives when I'm posting important things like whether or not I should post this all at once or break it up. So, this is YOUR fault it's been released as a whole ;).

A/N ::: NOT EVEN GONNA FUCKING LIE this was about 15 pages on Google Docs. BUT IN MY DEFENSE I have been working on this for 3 days. And if I'd been left alone like I wanted to be, I'd have not carried on and on like this. So, blame everyone around me that insists on interrupting me while I'm tryin' to write this story that wasn't supposed to be this damn long. ANY-DAMN-WAY. I hope someone out there reads this, despite it being the size of a damn Steinbeck piece of lit.

Disclaimer ::: This is NOT literature.

Seriously, please ... someone enjoy this.

C/W ::: Chifuyu x F.reader x Baji, cheating, sneaking around and sex.

WC ::: 4,765 (I'M SO SORRY. FR THIS TIME)

MDNI under the cut please and thank you.

When Chifuyu introduced you to the man he looked up to - his mentor - his hero, you didn't really think much of it at first. It didn't register how he stopped breathing when he shook your hand and said hello. How his eyes blew out, fully black. Lacking the subtlety of a man who wasn't your lover.

You weren't anything special. At least, you didn't think you were. Chifuyu introduced you as "the most pretty girl he's ever laid eyes on" and Baji couldn't deny that was the loudest truth he's ever heard. He'd never been so jealous of anyone as he is right now. But what could he do about it? Take you away from the man who was like a little brother to him?

He didn't want to. But he couldn't help how he felt when he was around you. He couldn't help how his mouth went dry when you said "Hi, Baj'! How are you today? Lovin' the hair as usual!" And you would wink at him thinking you looked like a total dork and then you'd skitter off to find Chifuyu.

It was easy to fall for you. Especially when you were so sweet, always asking how his day was, making him laugh, smiling that pretty smile at him. His heart was yours. But he knew yours belonged to Chifuyu. And it was getting to a point where he had trouble being around you two at the same time. He wasn't angry or anything. But his heart hurt.

It'd beat out of his chest whenever you'd sit down next to him on the couch or in the back seat of the car. He started to not come around as much.

And one day, you went over there to find Chifuyu because Mikey said that he was at Baji's place and it'd be fine if you popped over to get him.

So, you did just that. Except Chifuyu wasn't there. It was just Keisuke. And he was sitting on his bed with a book in his hand and a sad look in his eyes.

He seemed surprised to see you when you approached his room.

"Hey, Baj'," you said softly, "I'm sorry for coming over without calling first but I don't have your number." You leaned against his doorway with your hand on your hip. Smiling that goddamn smile of yours at him like you have absolutely no idea how he feels.

He shook his head. "It's okay. Chifuyu isn't here so if you were looking for him … you’re outta luck."

"Oh. Do you know where he is?"

"Nope. I don't think he's coming back here anytime soon either."

"Ah," you said, "so we're both out of luck."

Baji swallowed hard. "Yeah, ok. Well, bye, I guess. It was nice seeing you."

You smiled again. "Oh! O-ok, Baj'. Maybe I'll ... see you … I’ll see you ‘round."

He only had the strength to say "yeah, maybe" as you walked out of his room and out of his place. Because if he opened his mouth the only words that were going to come out were "I love you, y/n. Please give me a chance. I feel like I'm going to explode every time I'm in the same room with you and I don't get to touch your soft skin."

But he didn't say that. He couldn't. And he spent the rest of his night alone, wishing he had someone to hold him. Someone to tell him everything was going to be okay. Someone who loved him as much as he loved you. Someone who loved him as much as you loved Chifuyu.

You eventually tracked Chifuyu down and you told him about how sad Baji seemed tonight.

"Do you think I should go talk to him?" He asked.

"No," you replied. "I don't think he's in the mood to talk. He seemed really sad, though. He looked like he wanted to cry."

"Should we just leave him alone?"

"Yeah, I think so. But let's check on him tomorrow. Maybe he'll be more up to talking then."

"Ok. I hope so."

You didn't mean to, but you caught a glimpse of Chifuyu's face before he turned away. It was like he knew something. Like he knew that Baji had a crush on you. And maybe he did. Baji wasn't subtle at all. He was obvious and open and loud about his feelings. He wore them on his sleeve. And Chifuyu is the type to notice things. Especially about someone he already paid such close attention to. But none of this could be helped. Not really.

So, you left it alone.

A few weeks later, all the boys came over to hang out. And you sat down next to Baji on the couch like you usually did and you leaned your head on his shoulder. He tensed up and then relaxed. And you heard him sniffle a bit.

"Baj'? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said, voice breaking.

"You're crying."

He turned his face away from you and wiped his eyes. "Sorry, y/n. It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

"Hey, I'm your friend. I worry about you. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just ... just … stupid shit. Ok? I don't wanna talk about it."

You nodded and patted his knee. "Ok, well, I'm here if you need me." And you got up and walked down the hallway to your room to grab a sweatshirt.

What you didn't know is that Baji got up and followed you. And when you turned around, he was standing there. He reached out and grabbed your hand. And he brought it up to his mouth and kissed it.

"B-Baji?"

"I'm sorry, y/n. I can't do this anymore."

"Do what?"

"I can't ... I can't sit here and watch you and Chifuyu be all lovey dovey. It's fucking with my head, ok? I don't want to feel this way but I do and it's killing me inside. I've tried to stop it. I've tried everything and nothing works."

You pulled your hand back. "What are you … Baji? I don't understand."

"I'm saying that I like you, ok? And I don't know how to stop."

"I understand that but why the fuck are you telling me this now? Jesus, Baj'." You sat down on your bed, folding the sweatshirt up on your lap and holding it close to your chest.

Baji sat down next to you and put his hand on your arm. "I know it's stupid and I know you and Chifuyu are happy together. But I need you to know. I need you to know how much you mean to me. How much I wish it was me instead of him."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You didn't know Baji felt this way. You didn't think he ever looked at you like that. And you didn't know what to say. You were speechless.

"I'm sorry, y/n," he said again, "I'm sorry I fucked everything up. I'll go."

But before he could get up, you grabbed his wrist. "Wait," you said. "Don't go."

He turned back to you, face red and impossibly handsome. How had you never seen this before? How completely fucking beautiful he is. And how could you have missed the way he looked at you?

"I'm … sorry, Baj'. I'm sorry I never knew."

"It's not your fault, y/n. I don't blame you for anything. You can't help how you feel."

You nodded.

"What does that mean? Why are you nodding?"

You took his hand and held it in yours. "I don't know." The look in your eyes made him feel something he hadn't felt in so long. And he couldn't help but process that as some fresh new hell. Some new hurt. But still, he was stupidly hopeful.

Even though he didn't want to. He didn't want to think that maybe you could be his. But the way you looked at him right then gave him the tiniest bit of hope that maybe it was possible.

"Y/n? Babe? Where're ya at?" You pulled your hand from Baji's and put them on your lap.

"Sh-shit!" Baji said. "We're in here, Chifuyu. The bedroom." He said as casually as he could muster.

"Tryin' steal my girl, asshole?" Chifuyu laughed half-heartedly.

Baji did not. "Nah, man. Just talking. Catching up."

"Yeah. Ok. Well, Mikey says time to go."

"Shit, already? It's only been an hour."

"Yeah, he wants us all at his place. So, we should go. Don't wanna keep the boss waiting."

"Right. Ok, let's go." Baji got up and walked past Chifuyu without looking him in the eyes. "See ya around, y/n."

"Bye, Baj’-i. Baji." you said. You didn't know what to say. You didn't know what to do.

Baji left and Chifuyu looked at you with a frown. "What's wrong, babe?"

"Nothing."

"Doesn't look like nothing."

"It's nothing, really. Baji was just telling me about some ... something. No biggie. So you're leaving?" You got up and hugged him, trying not to think about the few minutes you and Baji had alone in your room. Holding hands on your bed.

Chifuyu hugged you back. "Yeah, sorry. Mikey says it's important. So, I gotta go. But I'll be back in the morning. Promise."

"Ok, well, I'll talk to you later, yeah? Be safe, Chi." You kissed him and he kissed you back like it was as easy to do as breathing and that broke you down a little bit more than you had anticipated.

What the hell is happening, you wondered. No, you knew what was happening. What is happening. And it was bad. It was so fucking bad. Because you couldn't stop thinking about Baji and his sweet face and his sad eyes. And how it would be nice to hold him and kiss him and make him feel better.

But that was insane. Wasn't it? You loved Chifuyu. You didn't want to be with anyone else. But then why did you feel this way? Why did you want to call Baji and tell him you felt the same?

You didn't know what to do. You were lost. And it was getting harder to pretend you were okay. Especially when you were around Baji. Especially especially when you were around Baji and Chifuyu at the same time.

So, you got into your bed and you texted Chifuyu a good night and a "miss you already" and you waited for him to text you his usual good night text.

It wasn't long and your phone vibrated. You smiled and picked it up next to you on the bed. Picking it up, you were anticipating what cute little thing Chifuyu was going to say to you.

Your smile only grew more wide when you saw it wasn't Chifuyu who'd texted you.

It was Baji.

"What you doin', y/n?" He asked.

"Hi Baj'. I'm in bed. What you doin'?"

"Same. Just wanted to say g'night."

"Oh, ok. Well, thanks. G'night, Baji. Sweet dreams, yeah?"

"Gonna try and dream about you. And you can't stop me so don't come over here and try to or anything dumb like that, y/n. Got it?"

You surprised yourself: not only with how hard you laughed but that you were up and out of your bed before you knew what happened. Throwing on some leggings and a hoodie and heading out the front door.

Apparently, heading to Baji's place.

"Jesus Christ," he laughed when he opened the door. "Did you sprint here? You're a fucking mess."

"Yeah? Thanks! Anyway, I did run here. And I'm here, aren't I? You're not the only one who can't sleep." Your breathing started to level out after a minute or two of standing there with him.

He couldn't deny that he was missing how your chest heaved when your breathing was heavy. Even behind the baggy sweatshirt. He was missing the way your eyes sparkled in the dark. The way your hair looked messy and adorable. He was missing everything about you.

Until you got there, that is.

"Come in," he said, "make yourself at home."

"Thank you. So, what's up? Why can't you sleep?"

He shrugged. "Don't know. Just thinking too much."

"About?"

He rolled his eyes. "You know about what."

You nodded. "I do. And I think we need to talk about it, yeah? It's getting weird."

Baji swallowed and nodded. "Yeah. You're making things really awkward, y/n. I don't know how much more I can take - going on like this. You're a real pain in my ass."

You gasped, exaggerating hurt feelings and pushed him over on the living room couch. You climbed on top of him before you even knew what was happening.

And though you were only intending to tickle him and make him suffer in the most innocent way, it quickly evolved into something neither one of you had any business exploring with one another.

You felt his hands on your hips and his lips on yours before you had time to process it. And you had no idea what was going on.

You didn't know what to do.

But you knew you didn't want to stop. You didn't want to stop him.

"B-Baji," you said, pulling back just a bit. "Ffffuck! Baj'! Wh-what the hell!"

"I don't know," he said, "I just ... I couldn't help it."

"Yeah, well … neither can I. But we have to stop. We can't do this. We can't do this to Chifuyu! Fuck, man!"

You pulled back and jumped off him. And you started pacing around the living room.

"We can't do this, Baj'. We can't do this to him. We can't."

Baji got up and grabbed your waist, spinning you around to face him. He pulled you flush against the front of his body and kissed you again.

Harder this time.

With more purpose.

And you didn't have the strength to push him away.

You gave in.

Because you wanted to feel him. You wanted to be touched by him and you wanted to touch him. And you couldn't help yourself.

But you knew it was wrong. You knew it was bad.

"Baj'," you said, "we can't. We can't do this." You said between breaths and smashing your lips against his. You had your hands twisted and tangled up in his long, dark hair. Pulling on it as though it would get you even closer to him than you already were.

But it wouldn't.

It couldn't.

And you knew that. You both knew that.

But you couldn't stop. And it didn't matter that you had no idea what was going to happen after tonight.

All you could focus on is what was happening right now.

And right now, you were kissing Baji like it was the last thing you were ever going to do. Like he was the last person you were ever going to touch. Like he was the one who mattered the most.

Like you were never going to be the same again.

Because you weren't.

And you knew you weren't.

So, you did the only thing you could do in this situation:

You said fuck it and kept kissing him.

You said fuck it to what you and Chifuyu had.

You said fuck it to your morals. Fuck it to your conscience. Fuck it all.

Nothing had ever felt so right.

Not in a long time.

Not since you started dating Chifuyu.

And that's when you knew. You knew it was never going to be over, this thing that was blooming between you and Baji.

And you weren't sure what you were going to do about that.

So, you let Baji kiss you and hold you and make love to you that night. You let him because you needed it. You needed him.

And you knew that no matter what happened, it was never going to be the same.

Because you couldn't live without Baji.

Not anymore.

Not now that you'd seen him and touched him and loved him.

No, it wasn't going to be the same. Not ever.

And you were okay with that.

You were okay with it because you knew that it was always supposed to be like this.

Baji was always supposed to be yours.

And you were always supposed to be his.

You were always supposed to be together.

And it felt like the universe was finally putting everything back where it was always supposed to be.

You were complete.

And you had no idea what that meant or what it was going to lead to.

A couple of weeks after this started, Chifuyu asked you to go out with him and Baji. He said it wasn't going to be anything special. Not a date, though, just the three of you going out for dinner, maybe drinks.

You said yes.

Because you couldn't say no.

And Baji couldn't either.

You couldn't look at Chifuyu because you felt so bad.

But you had to.

You had to look at him.

You wanted to tell him.

You wanted to tell him everything.

You wanted to tell him how you felt.

You wanted to tell him how you were feeling about Baji. About him. About you and Chifuyu's relationship as it stood now. About you and Baji's relationship. That shouldn't even exist.

But it did.It does.

And you weren't sure how to explain that.

You weren't sure how to tell him that you'd fallen in love with his best friend.

You weren't sure how to tell him that you were fucking said best friend and that it wasn't just sex.

It was love.

It was so much more than anything you’d ever experienced.

So, you sat there.

You sat there next to Chifuyu, holding his hand.

And you sat there across from Baji, your feet touching under the table at the booth. Your eyes staring back at the other's for longer than should have been acceptable.

"I'm gonna go grab some water," Chifuyu said, "you guys want anything else?"

"Nah, I'm good," Baji said.

"Me too," you said.

He nodded and walked over to the counter.

And Baji leaned forward. "We can't do this, y/n. We can't keep this up. I can't keep going like this. I can't keep sitting across from you and pretending like I don't want to rip your fucking clothes off and eat your pussy for the next 4 hours. That I don't want to fuck you stupid. I'm fucking getting hard right now just talking about it, y/n! Fuck."

"I know. I know, Baj'. This is killing me. I feel like I'm going to explode."

"What are we going to do? I can't lose you. And I won't lose Chifuyu. He's my best friend. But you're my, goddamn it y/n ... you're my soulmate."

"I … what?"

He nodded. "Yeah. And I know that sounds crazy and stupid but it's the truth. We were made for each other. I feel it. Do you feel it?"

"I , Baj'. I do. But we can't keep this up. We can't do this to Chifuyu."

Neither of you noticed him walk up to the table. "Do what to me? What are you guys goin' on about?"

Baji and you looked at each other. "Nothing," you said.

"You were talkin' about me, weren't you? Did you guys have a fight or something? Is that why you're over here whispering and shit?"

"N-no!" Baji said. "No, we didn't have a fight or anything like that. We were just talking, man. Just talking."

Chifuyu didn't seem to believe him. He squinted his eyes at the two of you and then shrugged. "Ok. Whatever. Anyway, here's your water. What do you guys want to eat?"

You didn't know. You didn't know what you wanted to eat. You didn't know if you wanted to eat. Ever again. All you could think about is how much this was going to hurt Chifuyu. And how much it was going to hurt Baji. And you.

But you had no choice.

You had to tell him.

You had to tell Chifuyu.

And you couldn't put it off any longer.

"Chi, Baj' has something he wants to tell you!" you yelled out so loudly the whole restaurant stopped whatever they were doing to stare at the disruptive girl.

"The FUCK, y/n!" Baji yelled back at you. "What the fuck are you doing?!" He hissed at you.

You shrugged. "I can't do this anymore, Baj'. I can't keep hiding it. I can't keep lying. It's not fair to him."

"You're gonna fucking do it now?"

You nodded.

And Chifuyu looked between the two of you. "What the hell is going on? What are you guys hiding?"

"I ... um ... we ... we've been sleeping together," Baji said, hanging his head.

"You fucking what?" Chifuyu looked at you. "You've been fucking my best friend? Behind my back? Are you fucking kidding me, y/n? You're fucking kidding me. This isn't funny. This isn't funny at all."

"I'm sorry, Chi. I didn't mean for this to happen. It just did. It's not like we planned it or anything. It just happened."

"Yeah, it just happened! That's real fucking convenient. You just accidentally fell onto his dick. Real fucking nice, y/n. I can't believe you. I can't believe either of you. You know what? Fuck this shit. You guys deserve each other. I hope you're happy together." Chifuyu threw his napkin down on the table and stormed out of the restaurant.

Leaving you and Baji at the table and everyone in there staring at you again.

You got up and started to chase after Chifuyu. Baji just sat there, taking a sip of his drink. "Fuckin' shit," he said, "this was a bad idea."

You found Chifuyu outside, sitting on a bench next to the entrance of the restaurant. "H-hey," you said, sitting down next to him.

"Leave me alone, y/n. I don't want to talk to you."

"I know. I'm sorry, ok? I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, Chi. You know that, right? You know I would never want to hurt you on purpose."

"Yeah, well, you did. You did hurt me. And you have been hurting me for weeks."

"Chi, you have to under- wait, what did you just say? You've known about this? Chi!"

"Yeah, I fucking knew about it. I'm not an idiot. I could tell you guys had something going on. And I let it go because I thought it was nothing. I thought it was a crush or something. I thought I could trust you BOTH to do the right thing here. Instead, you've been fucking each other - behind my back, for weeks and NOT telling me how you felt. You know, the worst part is, I'm not even that surprised. Baji is great. You're great. It was inevitable that you two would find your way into each other's arms. I mean, come on, now. You'd have to be fucking blind to not want to be with either of you."

"I'm so sorry, Chi." You had tears running down your face. But you weren't sure why you were crying. It was all just a lot to process. Chifuyu's reaction, Baji's lack of reaction. All of it.

"It's fine. I'm not mad at you, y/n. I'm mad at Baji. And I'm mad at myself for not seeing this coming. For not stopping it before it went too far. For being in love with you when you're clearly in love with him."

You didn't know what to say. You didn't know what to do. So, you just sat there.

And you let Chifuyu talk.

"I think I knew it was happening before it did. I tried to ignore it. I tried to pretend like it wasn't a big deal. But it was. And it still is."

"I'm so sorry, Chi. I … honest to God never ... ever never wanted to hurt you."

"But you did. And I can't forgive you for that. I don't know if I ever will. And we can't be together anymore. Not now."

"I understand." You had to choke out those words. They were getting caught in your throat as you tried not to sob.

"Fuck. Don't cry, y/n. We can still be friends. I mean, I don't hate you or anything. I'll just never trust you with anything important. Ever again. Like, ever."

"I know. I know, Chi. I get it."

He nodded. "Ok. Well, I'm gonna go. You should go back in there and talk to Baji. Tell him what happened. He deserves to know how badly he fucked up."

"Y- … I will."

"Good. Take care, y/n. And tell him I said good luck with you. That he's dating a whore, liar and cheater. Tell him I said to have fun with that."

You forced yourself to laugh. You knew Chifuyu well enough to know he didn't mean everything he just said to you. Maybe ⅔’s of it. Though you wouldn't bet money on which ⅔’s he was referring to.

Walking back to the restaurant you saw Baji sitting at the table. His shoulders slumped down and his head hung over the table.

"Hey," you said, sitting down across from him.

"What happened? Did you find Chifuyu?"

"Yeah. He was outside. He left"

"Oh. Ok."

"He knows, Baj'. He knew all along."

"Fuck, y/n! Why didn't you tell me that? You should have told me that. Jesus Christ, man! That changes everything."

"I didn't know he knew! Stop yelling at me! You're just as responsible for this shit as I am! Maybe more!"

"Yeah, ok. Whatever. It's done. Let's just go home."

"What? Home? Where is home?"

"You know where it is. My place. You know, the place you've been fucking me every night for the past 2 weeks. The place where you've been sleeping with me and lying to my best friend. Yeah, that home. You remember that one, right?"

"Yeah, I'm familiar." You scowled at him.

"Ok, good." He stood from the table and walked toward the exit, not waiting for you.

You followed him out, running to catch up. You walked next to him in silence, the tension thick in the air around you.

Neither of you had any idea what was going to happen next.

You didn't know if you were going to be together. after this. If you should be together after this.

And you didn't know what to do about it.

So, you did the only thing you could: You kept walking until you got to Baji's house.

And when you got there, you went inside.

Because you didn't want to think about anything else.

The emptiness you felt in the fresh absence of Chifuyu was so painful that you wanted to escape this reality. And the only way to do that was to let yourself be whisked away by Baji in the little fantasy world the two of you had created a couple of weeks ago in his room.

He pulled you down onto the bed and rest his hand on the curve of your waist and he put his forehead against yours.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"Sorry?" You whispered back to him. All the while, thinking about his lips and the rest of him and how it was all yours for the taking now. You could have him in his entirety.

You didn't know what you were going to do with that.

"Yeah. I'm sorry for all this. I shouldn't have fallen in love with you. I knew better."

"Baj'. You're not the only one who fell here. I love you too. So hard and so fast. I don't know what the fuck happened."

He kissed your mouth, his lips just grazing yours. It sent a jolt down your spine. You know that kiss. You know what it means. The look in his eyes. On his face. You'd become well acquainted with Baji's everything over the last few weeks.

Except now, it didn't hurt to acknowledge it. That you liked it. That you sat around, fantasizing about it when you weren't together. And that you thought about him more than you wanted to admit to yourself.

You wrapped your hand around the back of his head and held him tightly by the hair, pulling him on top of you. He pushed into you, grinding his hips against yours as he kissed you with a ferocity that you couldn't deny.

You were never going to be the same after tonight.

Not ever.

Not after Baji.

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kkurisuac · 6 months ago

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𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲

Sypnosis: a suicidal girl meets the boy who saved her

Pairing: Baji Keisuke x Fem!Reader

Warning: depression, suicide

It's cold. I'm cold. I can't breathe. Someone is talking, but I don't understand what. My eyes are so heavy.

My head hurts. It's so hard to breathe. Where am I? Why is everything white here? This is definitely a hospital, but what am I doing here?

"Are you awake?" asked a boy with long black hair. I raised my eyes to him and suddenly everything came to me. I wanted to commit suicide. But even that didn't work.

"Are you feeling okay?" he continued to ask, but I just started looking at the ceiling.

I remember now. I walked into the sea to drown. I wasn't fully conscious anymore, I almost made it, but someone lifted me out of the water. I don't remember completely, but I felt someone holding me and trying to wake me up with no success. So that would be the boy.

"Why did you save me?" I asked him the question, not very nicely.

"Because you were drowning?!"

"That was the point."

"Oh, well, sorry I didn't let you die, next time I'll watch from a distance." he said wryly.

"You'd be doing a favour for me."

"You're welcome by the way, no thanks necessary." he left me alone. Of course, let me be the one to blame.

I just want to be dead already.

I was discharged from the hospital and went home, where I was immediately yelled at for where I was. No, they didn't ask me where I was, how I was. Again, the point was not to ruin the family's reputation.

"Why can't you behave yourself? Look at your sister, she'd never do that!" shouted Dad.

"She studies normally, she works, she helps your mother at home, she does voluntary work and she's smart and pretty too. But that's less true of you." he continued to shout at me.

"Tell Y/n where were you last night?"

"I wanted to commit suicide." I declared, and my father laughed at me.

"Y/n how many times do I have to tell you not to draw attention to yourself like that! Follow your sister and believe me everyone will know about you."

Enough. Stop it.

I refused to listen any longer to how much better my sister was, so I went to my room instead.

I looked in the mirror and saw the same girl I saw every day. The girl I want to kill because her existence is useless. She'll never be good enough for anyone because she's an insignificant little girl. She's not even pretty, she's not smart, she doesn't stand out, she's not even average. Her parents don't like her, then others even more so. No one would even notice if she died.

I went down to my family's for dinner and hoped to get away with all kinds of bullshit today. But a night like this only exists in my dreams, because I'm the target of the whole family.

"Y/n you're not having this for dinner tonight." Mom said like she was normal.

"What? Why?" I asked, because I didn't understand what was going on.

"You've put on a few pounds lately so you can't be seen in public. You need to lose a few kilos."

"Look at your sister's beautiful figure. If you ate normally and exercised, you could be as beautiful as your sister."

Enough. Stop saying that.

Since I was in no mood for anything, I went back to my room and listened to music.

Why was I born? What have I done to be treated like this? Why doesn't my own family love me? Why am I alive?

"Miss, would you like some dinner?" knocked one of the maids.

"Aren't my parents having dinner or something?" I asked, because I don't normally get that question.

"Your parents and your sister are eating at a restaurant today. And they asked me to give you this." he handed me a little piece of paper with Dad's handwriting on it.

'We're off to celebrate your sister's graduation, we won't be home till late. Learn, so that next time we celebrate you.'

My father is so nice. They left me out of this one too. Not so surprising, I think.

I wanted to kill myself for two weeks. It's time to try again, maybe this time I'll succeed.

Walking down the dark street, waiting for a car to come and hit me. First and last time I would finally get lucky.

"You again?!" a motorbike stopped in front of me. Right in front of me, so I didn't even get a scratch.

"I can't die because of you again?!" I saddened.

"Alright, why do you want to die so badly?" he asked rather nervously.

"It's none of your business."

"Where are you going now? To hang yourself? Or what will you try next?"

"That's a good idea. I'm going to get some rope."

Taking my hand, he wouldn't let me take a step.

"Let go of me. Don't interfere with my suicide attempt."

"Why would a girl like you want to die? And answer me normally!" he squeezed my hand a little.

"Don't take your anger out on me." I took my hand away. I wanted to end the conversation, but he stopped me.

"You want to take your anger out with me instead of committing suicide?"

"I'd rather be suicidal." I replied without thinking. "But before that, it doesn't sound bad. What are we going to do?"

When I agreed I hadn't fully thought it through, but I felt that there could be no harm in it, after all, I was leaving this world anyway.

"Are we really going to set a car on fire? How legal is that?" "Not at all" he handed me a match. I was a little unsure about what we were doing, but it seemed exciting to do it.

As soon as the boy said I could do it I dropped the match and the car started burning nicely. I had no idea it would feel so liberating.

"I am Baji Keisuke."

"Y/n."

"Now that we've committed a crime together, will you tell me why you want to die?" he looked at me seriously. Sighing heavily, I gave in and quickly began to summarize my life.

"I'm an accidental child raised by a foster woman because my parents put work first and I found out at a young age how untalented I am, unlike my sister. She's good at everything, really. She dances, she studies, she works, she competes, she volunteers, she's beautiful, she's smart, she has everything to be perfect. But I'm not. That's it." I was satisfied with that, but as I could see Baji is not satisfied.

"Every day I'm told how much better my sister are, that I'm useless, that nobody cares about me. They always compare me to my sister. Today, for example, they went to celebrate my sister's birthday, leaving me at home to study. It's terrible to be born into a rich family where fame comes first." I finished.

Baji sat in silence for a while waiting for me to speak.

"Is that reason enough to commit suicide?"

"No. It may be bad now, but if you commit suicide, you will never know what the future would have been. You might meet someone close to you who will help you realize how wonderful you are."

"We just set a random car on fire, how did you get so serious now?" I asked, laughing slightly.

"Hey, don't laugh at me." he said to me.

"I've never thought about the future."

"Then maybe now would be a good time."

"And tell me, can you help? I mean, save me when I'm about to commit suicide?" I asked, completely serious, and he agreed

"You told me not to commit suicide because I never know what the future holds. It's a bit ironic, isn't it Baji?"

"I came to your grave, not the other way around." I put the flower down in front of him.

"Six months ago you saved me when I needed it. Why didn't you let me save you too? Why did you commit suicide? That was my role."

"Thank you for saving me every time, but tell me I can commit suicide now? I'm not interested in a future that doesn't include you. Baji, I want to be with you." I wiped my eyes, but my tears didn't stop for a moment.

It was because of him that I had been able to survive so far, but he chose to go ahead. However, I can't leave him alone, so it's time to go after him.

#tokyo revengers #tr x reader #tr x you #baji keisuke #baji x reader #angst #sad ending

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eetherealgoddess · 10 months ago

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ꨄRULES FOR REQUESTSꨄ

Considering I like to write my stories a specific way, I wasn’t going to allow requests. I’ve changed my mind so here’s how we’re gonna do things…

✩I only write dark content and/or yandere stories. That means by default your requests will be written yandere and/or dark content style ❦

✩I don’t write fluff, cute stories. I write horror, dark, suspenseful, and gut wrenching angsty content ❦

✩i do NOT write necrophilia, pedophilia, biological (half or fully) incest, and/or beastiality. anything else will be brought up when the time comes❦

✩I don’t write ‘innocent’ ‘little one’ baby readers or whatever purity shit i’ve seen on here. no offense ❦

✩If smut is included, it will mostly consist of noncon/dubcon so if you request smut that is how it will be if you don’t specify what you want ❦

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✩I only write for Tokyo Revengers, specifically Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Haitani Ran, Haitani Rin, Kurokawa Izana, Tetta Kisaki, Shuji Hanma, Kokonoi Hajime, Baji Keisuke, and Matsuno Chifuyu. Other characters will be background or non - existent ONLY❦

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✩Specify exactly what you want or else it might be written in a way you didn’t expect ❦

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haihaihaitani · 11 months ago

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Bad Boy/Good Girl ~ *Keisuke Baji*

Summary: Everyone assumes Keisuke is a bad boy, with his motorcycle and leather jacket. But little do they know, it's the opposite in your relationship...

Pairing: Keisuke Baji X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1261

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

A/N: This is actually garbage.

The unmistakable roar of a motorcycle could be heard throughout the campus parking lot. However everyone knew exactly who it was without having to look. Even if they did have to look to see who was here, there was no mistaking that signature black leather jacket, slicked back black hair and captivating eyes that could make any girl swoon. But Keisuke didn’t want to make just any girl swoon. He only had eyes on one girl in particular.

After entering the campus parking lot, he perched on his bike, watching with mild curiosity at the people coming in and out of the building before him. He was currently waiting for a certain person to leave said building. Of course, no one around here knew that. This was the first time he was ever seen on the university campus, much less the Communications Department building, so everyone who was meandering about automatically assumed he was up to no good.

The reason for his visit to this university came soon enough, with a scowl on her face as she marched over to him. Immediately, Keisuke perked up at the sight of her, standing up quickly as the pleasant look on his face turned into a frown. She didn’t say anything, just leaned her head against his chest and sighed dramatically.

“What’s wrong?” He mumbled, his deep voice reverberating against the top of her head. In her position, she couldn’t see the light blush on his cheeks. He didn’t really like PDA as it usually left him flustered, but he didn’t have the heart to tell her to get off of him.

“I hate tests.”

“Did you get your final score back already?” Her audible wince told him all that he needed to know about how it went. He instantly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. Yeah, so much for Keisuke not liking PDA. “It’s okay, baby. I'm sure you did your best! And I know if I was taking that class, you would've scored higher than me!”

“No, it’s not okay, but it's whatever.” She sighed, standing up straighter. “I suppose I just wasn’t meant to have a good life.”

It was his turn to scowl at her words, holding her at an arm’s length away so that he could scold her properly. “Don’t say that! You have me, you know! Am I really that bad that you think your life isn't good just because I'm in it?”

She burst out laughing at his reaction before lightly punching him in the shoulder. “It was just a joke, Kei, baby! Man, you should have seen the look on your face! You looked so terrified! I know I shouldn’t laugh but you’re so funny, baby! Seriously! I’m going to die, you’re so funny!”

“I didn’t think it was all that funny, babe.” Keisuke grumbled, looking away from her and trying not to get too upset with her laughter.

Pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, she giggled at his dark blush. “Don’t look so glum, Kei. It’s Friday and you know what that means. It’s the weekend and you promised to take me to the movies this weekend! So let’s get going! I don’t want to miss anything!”

He nodded. “You’re right, I did promise you. But I don’t know if I want to take you anymore.”

She started to pout. “Why not?”

“Because you were making fun of me!” Keisuke whined with a teasing smile.

Chuckling, she pressed a couple more kisses to his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Kei, baby. I didn’t mean to laugh so hard at you. You know I love you right?”

“Yeah, I know.” He mumbled before clearing his throat, trying to get rid of his embarrassment. “Alright, I guess we can go now."

She was about to climb onto his motorcycle when he lifted up his helmet to her, making her groan. “Aww, c’mon! Do I have to? I trust you to be a safe driver!”

“Y/n, I’m just trying to protect you, like a good boyfriend. I don’t want you getting hurt! You’re too special to me.”

Scrunching up her nose, she replied. “You’re too protective of me, Kei! And you're so damn cheesy! It’s almost sickening how cute you are. And you’re always saying you don’t like being cute when you’re the epitome of adorable!”

Keisuke blushed darker before muttering, “Please, everyone knows you’re the cute one in the relationship. I’m the big, scary, bad boy. You’ve heard what people have said about me. I’m always up to no good and all of that.”

“Oh, a bad boy! Is that what you are?” She loudly laughed at his words. “Says the man who always makes me wear a helmet when we go riding on his bike because he’s afraid of me getting hurt when we both know I won’t. Says the man who always calls me his precious baby. Says the man who bought me this sweater because he was afraid I’d get too cold this fall and didn’t want me to get sick!”

“But,” Keisuke attempted to argue with her, “I thought you liked being called my precious baby? Also you look really pretty in that color and I really don’t want you to get sick! Then I have to take care of you and we both know you shouldn’t be missing any more classes than you already do.”

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You know, I could always return this sweater and get a different boyfriend, one who understands me better.”

Pouting some more, Keisuke sniffed, not looking at you. “Y/n, don’t make me sad.”

“I was just kidding again.” She teased, patting his cheek gently before letting her hand trail down his neck and rubbing his arm. She bit her lip as her imagination went wild. “You know, if you’re such a “bad boy”, I say you get some more tattoos to prove it. A sleeve would look really nice. I could even help you pick some out and I have a cousin who can do them for a reduced charge.”

He rolled his eyes with a scoff. “We’re not having this conversation again, babe.”

Leaning in, she whispered seductively in his ear, “But it would be super hot.”

“Y/n!” Keisuke squeaked, his breath hitching in his throat.

Laughing at his bright red blush, she climbed onto his bike. “C’mon! Let’s go! The movie I want to see starts in fifteen minutes and I don’t want to miss it!”

He held up the helmet again, before saying, “Helmet on or we’re not going anywhere.”

She took it begrudgingly, grumbling under her breath. As she snapped it into place, she mumbled. “You’re lucky I look good in this.”

“You always look adorable, my precious baby.” Keisuke cooed with a smirk before getting on his bike as well. He felt his heart flutter when she wrapped her arms around him. He quickly started it up and revved the engine because he knew how much she liked it.

Giggling, she shouted over the engine, “Floor it, Kei, baby! I love the feeling of the wind through my hair, even if it is covered by this ridiculous helmet.”

“No way. I don’t want you falling off or getting hurt, babe.”

With a smirk, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear again, making him shiver. “I guess I’ll just have to hold on to you tighter.”

Right before they took off, he muttered, “And they say I’m the bad boy. Leave it to me to fall for a bad girl.”

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justletmewritepls · 17 days ago

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Memories (Tokyo Revengers Mikey x Reader)

Chapter 1

Age 7

I stared at the blonde-haired boy in front of me with a confused expression. He met my gaze with a nonchalant look, holding a lollipop up to me, silently offering it. I took it and mumbled a quiet "thank you."

"We were wondering if you wanted to play with us..." he said, looking off to the side as if he couldn't care less.

I glanced past him at the door where a blonde-haired girl and a black-haired boy waved at me. Then I turned to look at my brother, who was working on his bike with his friend. He noticed me and gave me a nod.

"You're welcome to play, (Y/n). Just don't wander too far," my brother, Keigo, smiled at me. I grinned and ran off with the blonde boy.

"I'm Manjiro Sano, but you can call me Mikey," he introduced himself. "This is my little sister, Emma, and my friend Keisuke Baji."

"I'm (Y/n) Hori... but just call me (Y/n)."

"Wanna see some moves we learned at the dojo yesterday?" Baji asked excitedly.

I nodded, and we headed to the dojo. They spent the next hour and a half showing me a few moves and even teaching me some. After a while, Emma and I went to her room to play on our own.

Age 11

After school, I was walking home, heading back from choir practice. The sun was setting as I made my way through the park. It was mostly empty, except for three boys a bit older than me, standing near the swings, chatting.

But as soon as they saw me, they called out.

"Hey, cutie!" the brunette called with a cocky grin, clearly showing off for his friends. "Wanna be my girlfriend?"

I blinked, confused and a bit put off by his smugness. "Huh?"

"Come on, he asked you a question!" the shorter boy beside him said, mimicking his expression.

"Oh... um... no thank you. I'm not allowed to da—"

"Oh, shut up! Just say yes! We know you like him!" the third boy added, as the three of them closed in on me, blocking my way.

"I... You don't even know me!" I protested, hoping they'd just mistook me for someone else.

"Nah, you're (Y/n) from class 2," the brunette said, crushing any hope I had.

Before I knew it, the other two boys grabbed my arms, holding me in place while taunting me. That’s when my instincts kicked in.

I kicked the first boy hard in the side of the head, knocking him out cold. In the same motion, I tore myself free from the other two and ducked, then roundhouse kicked their legs out from under them. They stumbled back, clearly scared, and quickly grabbed their fallen friend and ran off.

I stood there, breathing heavily, trembling a little from the shock and adrenaline. I dusted myself off, trying to shake it off.

Then I heard a sharp whistle.

"Guess you didn’t need our help after all..." a silver-haired boy said, smirking as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Beside him were two blonde-haired boys—one with a scar on his jaw and the other with what looked like a fake tattoo on his head.

I let out a nervous chuckle, not sure how to respond.

Age 13

I was on the back of Keigo’s motorbike, gripping tightly as he zoomed down the streets, riding like a madman.

I punched his shoulder lightly. "Go slower!" I warned, but he just laughed it off, clearly enjoying the ride.

I frowned, my eyebrows knitting together in annoyance, before a small smile crept up on my face. Even though I didn’t want to admit it, I was kind of enjoying this.

Soon enough, we arrived at Musashi Shrine.

I jumped off the bike and took off my helmet before handing it back to Keigo.

"Thanks for the lift!" I called, spinning on my heel to run up the stairs.

At the top, I saw the boys standing in a circle, hands outstretched in front of them as if comparing something in the center.

"What are you guys doing?" I asked as I approached.

"(Y/n)!" Mikey and Mitsuya shouted in unison as they spotted me.

"We're trying to see if we can buy charms for our new biker gang, but we don’t have enough money," Draken said, clearly frustrated by the situation.

"Oh, I’ll buy one for you." I offered, pulling my wallet out.

They all lit up with excitement and practically tackled me to the ground in gratitude.

I paid for a purple charm, one for road safety and handed it to Baji.

"You should hold on to it for us, Baji," Mikey said with a grin.

"That’s right. You’re the reason we formed the gang in the first place." Draken added.

"Yeah, you take care of it." Mitsuya said, nodding in agreement.

"Take care of it for us." Pah-chin said, giving him a grin. Kazutora just hummed in agreement.

"I’ll take good care of it. You can count on me." Baji said, looking down at the charm like it was the most precious thing he owned.

I smiled softly, watching the boys being... well, boys.

"I’m sure you guys will achieve all your dreams... I’ll be watching." I said, giving a small grin.

"Thank you for buying it, (Y/n)." Mitsuya said, coming to stand next to me.

"You sure you don’t want to join?" Mikey asked, hopping closer, clearly excited by the idea.

"No, I’m good. I don’t think I’d fit in with a biker gang," I declined, shaking my head.

"Well... we promise that if you ever change your mind, there’ll always be a spot in the Tokyo Manji Gang for you!" Mikey said, raising his hands in excitement.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to hold back a laugh. "Tokyo Manji Gang? What a dumbass name!"

The boys burst out laughing with me.

"Hey! Quit it! It’s a cool name, okay!" Mikey protested, looking flustered.

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A few weeks later

I was in my room, headphones on, strumming my guitar as the sound of the outside world faded. It was a typical Saturday afternoon, and for the first time in a while, I felt like I could breathe. The music was my escape from everything—school, the pressure, and the silent, empty space Keigo had left behind. He hadn’t been home much lately, but that wasn’t unusual. He was always out, doing something—something I didn’t want to ask about.

The door to my room creaked open, and I instinctively pulled off my headphones, my fingers still lightly pressing the strings. I looked up to see my parents standing in the doorway. My mom had her hands wrung together, and my dad looked... different. His face was pale, his eyes red-rimmed, like he hadn’t slept in days.

A cold chill ran through me. Something felt off, but I couldn’t place it.

“(Y/n),” my dad’s voice was soft, lower than usual, almost like he was holding something back. “We need to talk.”

I sat up, suddenly feeling like the room was too small. “What’s going on?” I asked, my voice unsteady.

Mom stepped into the room, her hands pressed together like she was praying, but there was no calmness in her. She looked like someone who had just been through a storm. Her eyes met mine, and I could tell she had been crying.

“Sweetheart...” she began, her voice breaking slightly, “We need to sit down.”

A pit opened in my stomach. I stood slowly, my legs trembling. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good. I followed them into the living room, my heart racing with every step.

Once we were all seated, the silence stretched painfully. My mom kept looking at my dad, like she was waiting for him to say something. But he just stared at the floor, his jaw clenched tightly, as if he was trying to hold back tears.

I swallowed, trying to steady my voice. “What happened?”

My dad shifted in his seat, and for a long moment, he didn’t speak. My mom, tears brimming in her eyes, reached over to take my hand. Her touch was cold, and it sent an icy shiver up my spine.

“I don’t know how to say this,” Dad finally muttered, his voice rough. “Keigo... your brother... he’s gone.”

The world tilted. I blinked, trying to understand his words, to make them fit into something that made sense. “What do you mean gone?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Where is he? When is he coming home?”

Mom’s hand tightened around mine, and she let out a soft sob. It was then that I realized what they were saying. What they were telling me. Though I already knew when he had said it, I just didn't want to accept it.

“Keigo...” she whispered, her voice cracking. “He... he was killed.”

I couldn’t breathe. The air seemed to leave the room in an instant, leaving nothing but a suffocating silence. “No,” I gasped, shaking my head. “No, you’re wrong. He’s just... he’s just out with his friends. He’ll be back—he’s not... He’s not dead!”

Dad exhaled sharply, and his shoulders slumped. “(Y/n), listen to me. Keigo... he was involved with a gang called the Black Dragons. They... they got into a fight with another gang. It was supposed to be a small thing, just a clash. But it turned into something much worse. He... didn’t make it.”

The words were like a punch to the gut. I could feel my breath catch in my throat, like there was a weight pressing on my chest. “No... not Keigo,” I whispered, my eyes welling up. “Keigo wouldn’t... He wouldn’t be involved in something like that. He was... my brother. He...wouldn't do anything that could...that could get him killed!”

“I’m so sorry,” my dad said, his voice raw with emotion. “But it’s true. He’s gone, (Y/n). He didn’t stand a chance. It happened so fast, and by the time the police got there, it was already over.”

I couldn’t process it. My mind was spinning, each word he said ringing in my ears, but none of it felt real. Keigo. Dead. He couldn’t be dead. He was always there, always watching out for me. He was my older brother. My protector.

I looked at my mom, desperate for reassurance, for something that made this feel less like a nightmare. But she was crying, her face a mess of anguish.

“This isn’t real,” I whispered again, this time louder. “This can’t be real. He was... he was just here. We were just talking about stuff... and he promised he’d come home.”

My dad finally looked up, his eyes red and swollen from grief. “He was trying to leave that life, (Y/n). He didn’t want you to know. He didn’t want us to know how deep he was in, but... he was always trying to protect you. He was trying to get out before things escalated, but it was too late.”

The tears came then, hot and unrelenting. I felt them pouring down my cheeks as I tried to wrap my mind around the idea that Keigo was gone. My protector, my older brother, the person who was always there... gone in a flash.

I stood up abruptly, my legs unsteady as I tried to escape the suffocating grief in the room. “No. I can’t... I can’t be here right now,” I gasped, stumbling towards the door.

“(Y/n), please...” my mom called after me, but I couldn’t stop.

I ran outside, gasping for air, my body shaking uncontrollably. My chest ached like it was being crushed by an invisible weight.

Keigo... was really gone.

I had lost him.

I had lost him to a world I never even knew he was a part of.

The night seemed darker somehow, colder. And no matter how much I tried to breathe, it wouldn’t fill the hole in my chest.

A month later

I stood at the edge of the parking lot, the setting sun casting long shadows on the cracked asphalt. My hands clenched into fists, the anger and sadness mixing into something unbearable. The warmth of the evening felt suffocating, too hot, too close, like the world itself was pressing down on me.

Mikey, Draken, and Mitsuya were standing a few feet away, their faces serious. They had been waiting for me to show up, but I knew they didn’t expect this. None of them did.

I swallowed, my throat dry as sand. “I don’t want to see you guys anymore,” I said, my voice trembling but firm.

They all looked at me like I had slapped them. Mikey’s eyes widened, and Draken’s face hardened into something unreadable. Mitsuya’s brows furrowed, his usual calm demeanor slipping for just a moment.

“...what?” Draken’s voice was low, unsure, like he couldn’t believe what I was saying. “What are you talking about, (Y/n)?”

I looked down, trying to hold back the tears that burned in the back of my eyes. “I know what you’re planning. I know about the gang. The Tokyo Manji Gang. I know you want to start it.”

Mikey took a step forward, his face scrunched in confusion. “What the hell are you talking about? You knew that already.”

“No,” I shook my head, voice shaking now. “You told me about the gang, I thought it was more of a joke, but now I know you're serious, and I know what it means. I know the kind of people you’ll become... the kind of people I don’t want to be around. And not only that, but I stand a high chance of also losing you, and I dont think I could handle the pain if you were killed too.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” Mikey said softly, his tone more gentle now, like he was trying to convince me that everything was fine, like he always had. “We’re just having fun, we just wanna build a new era for delinquents. It’s not that serious.”

“Not that serious?!” My voice cracked, rising with the pain I could barely keep contained. “It’s that serious, Mikey! I lost my brother because of that world—because of the gangs! Keigo is dead because of that world!”

The words hung in the air like a heavy stone, and I saw their faces shift. Mikey's eyes faltered, Draken’s jaw tightened, Mitsuya’s hands balled into fists. They knew. They had known.

“Your brother—” Draken began, but I cut him off.

“I know what happened,” I spat. “I know Keigo was in the Black Dragons. And I know what happened with Baji and Kazutora. I know Mikey’s brother was killed because of them. And now you've lost your brother too but you still wanna continue? Baji and Kazutora are behind bars for murder! Its a matter of time before you're all dead or in jail. New era of delinquents? I don’t give a damn about any of that. I don’t care about the gangs, about the stupid names and the stupid promises you’re making.”

I felt bringing up the incident with Mikey's brother was a bit too harsh, seeing as the incident had only happened a few days ago.

Mikey’s face softened, but his eyes were sharp. “It’s not like that, (Y/n). We’re not the same as the Black Dragons. This is different.”

“It’s the same,” I retorted, my heart aching. “It’s all the same, Baji and Kazutora killed someone! You’re all the same. You’re just dragging more people into it. People like me.”

I took a step back, the pain of everything clawing at my chest. “I can’t be friends with you if you’re going to keep doing this. I can’t stand by and watch you ruin yourselves... and ruin everything we’ve ever had.”

Mitsuya was silent, his face unreadable, but I saw the flicker of emotion in his eyes. The hurt, the confusion, the betrayal—just like mine.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “But I can’t. I can’t do it. I can’t watch you turn into... this.”

Mikey took another step forward, his eyes intense, almost desperate. “(Y/n)... we’re not going to stop. This is who we are. This is what we’re going to do. It’s not just a gang—it’s a family.”

I took a deep breath, my eyes burning with unshed tears. “Then I guess I’m not a part of your family anymore,” I said, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. “If that’s the life you want, then go. But I’m not going with you. I won’t be a part of it.”

Mikey’s expression faltered for a second, the weight of my words hitting him. But it wasn’t enough. He stood tall, his shoulders squared, his eyes hardening again. “I don’t want to lose you, (Y/n). But I can’t stop. This is who I am now.”

“And I’m not going to follow you into it,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. “I loved my brother, Mikey. And I know you loved your brother too. But we’re not the same. We’re not the same people anymore. I can’t lose myself just to stay in your world.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Draken looked away, his fists clenched by his sides, his usual calm expression replaced with a painful sorrow. Mitsuya was the same, his eyes distant, but there was a sadness there that matched mine.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n),” Mikey said, his voice strained, almost cracking. “But we’re doing this, with or without you.”

I swallowed hard, the tears finally spilling over. “Then this is goodbye.”

They didn’t say anything else. There was no more arguing, no more promises. They just turned and walked away. I stood there, watching them go, my heart breaking with every step they took.

I had to let them go. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.

#tokyo revengers #mikey x you #manjiro sano #reader insert #mikey sano x reader #manjiro sano x reader #tokyo revengers fanfiction #fluff #slow burn #angst

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whatdoidosatoru · 9 months ago

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First Date (Keisuke Baji x OC) chapter 1

PART 1 of The Only Exception

experimental emo!baji fic (Baji x OC that's just reader but with a name because i'd rather shoot myself than write y/n)

part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - ao3

Both, Baji and OC are into alternative music and I've tried to not describe OC physically so she can be anyone :)

pairing: Keisuke Baji x reader

word count: 7.2k

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

I don't know how to tag but here goes nothing: oral sex (both receiving), fingering, slight dirty talk, face-fucking, penetrative sex, bathroom sex, slight asshole!baji, fem!reader

The met at a night club and turn it into a whole thing, songs to go with the story:

𝆕 Playlist

18 - Anarbor

First Date - blink-182

Bring Me To Life - Evanescence

The River - Good Charlotte

Ocean Avenue - Yellowcard

Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon

DONTTRUSTME - 3OH!3

Cherrypie - Warrant

Rebel Love song - Black Veil Brides

The day of the event finally came. I’d been looking forward to Emo Nite for almost a month now, ever since my best friend called me screaming that the new date had been announced. You’d think being in university with the event manager would help stifle the excitement over it since we could get any information about it whenever we wanted, but it’d been months since the two of us had gone out anywhere. It was the only thing on my mind as I dragged myself through my lectures, 3 pm could not have come any sooner. Finally, as the last lecture of the day came to an end, I started packing up my notes, trying to figure out what I was going to wear.

My apartment was a short walk away from the university, the club, and our favourite gym, therefore this entire day was made that much easier as I didn’t have to depend on public transportation to get anywhere.

Just as I opened the front door to my place that I shared with my best friend and roommate, I was attacked by my favourite playlist blasting from her room, the playlist I had made for her to get in the zone for these kinds of parties, all consisting of the music I had got moaned at for listening to in my teens. It very obviously was not a phase, mom.

“You should put on 3OH!3” I let myself into her room.

“I don’t know what that means!!” She was frantically going through her wardrobe looking for something to wear.

“Give me the phone, trust me,” I said with a wink.

I clicked on the song and noticed some of my own clothes strewn over her bed, evidence that both of us currently had the same issue to decide on. I loved showing her the music I u̶s̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶ listen to as she never got to experience peak emo and scene culture in the town where she grew up.

“What the fuck kind of line is ‘I’m a vegetarian and I ain’t fucking scared of him’”

“Mai, don’t question peak songwriting. It’s iconic.”

She rolled her eyes, but I knew she was enjoying it.

It was my turn to cook so I got to work preparing food for both of us before a well-deserved rest. Since I’d never been good at estimating the amount of rice needed for two people, there was now a full pot of leftovers that I promptly put away while cleaning up.

The music blasting from Mai’s room was making me dance around the kitchen and postponing the tiredness I’d felt ever since opening my eyes in the morning. To take advantage of that burst of energy, I cleaned up all surfaces in the kitchen and dining room, giving Mai a break from her turn for cleaning that day, and moved on to the bathroom, where I made sure everything looked decent enough not to put me into a slump when we wake up the next day. Satisfied with the work, it was time to take a short nap before going to the gym.

“Maybe this was a mistake, maybe we were too ambitious to plan to go out after the gym.” My friend complained on the way home.

“Well, maybe you should’ve done a low-intensity set like me like I told you! Because I’m feeling great!”

“I’m too old for this shit.”

“You’re 22! I dread to think how you’ll feel when you’re 80.”

She just stuck her tongue out at me in response.

Both of us felt rejuvenated after a shower and it was high time to start getting dressed and doing our makeup. The playlist was back on and so was the random singing and shouting. I decided on a black blink-182 top, black jeans that are so ripped that I put fishnets on underneath, and an oversized denim jacket over the top.

The guitar pick necklace matched the t-shirt and all that was left was to put a fuck ton of eyeliner on. I went into Mai’s room to check on her and, damn, she looked incredible. She’d fit right in with her shorts, completely ripped black tights, Linkin Park t-shirt, and a plaid shirt wrapped tightly around her waist. I wolf-whistled.

“Not sure I can let you out like that, Mai.”

“Is something wrong with it? Is it too much? Oh no it’s too much isn’t it…”

“Hell no I’m just thinking of the best way to swat people away when they start swarming you.”

She smirked at the comment “You look just like you did in your old photos…just with better hair.”

“Please don’t remind me, I can still smell the hair spray.”

We sat on the floor and started doing our makeup, occasionally changing songs on her speakers and cracking stupid jokes. When we were done it was around 10 pm and Mai insisted on taking photos before leaving. My eyeliner sort of matched her plaid shirt, big black wings with red lines underneath, on my inner corners, and slicing through my eyebrows. On the lips, I opted for black-red ombre lipstick hoping it doesn’t transfer onto my cup of whatever I chose to drink.

The walk to the club was pleasant as it wasn’t too cold or too hot. With those last breaths of fresh air of the night, we walked in and found our names on the list to be let inside. The space wasn’t very big, but it had only a few open windows so I felt sweat dripping down my back almost as soon as we got to the dance floor. Waving at the DJ and the event manager, we made our way to the bar. Mai started flirting with the bartender and I really had to respect the swiftness with which she got her first free drink of the night.

I grabbed my extortionately priced can of Red Bull and a straw and headed to the floor. There was quite a big crowd of people on one end of the room so we danced our way to the other side. The big reason why I loved going out with Mai is that she left all her shyness at home and sang from the top of her lungs even if her words were wrong. I, on the other hand, had to be broken out of my shell every time.

After a while, having gotten comfortable with a big crowd of people all around us, I started noticing familiar faces walking in. Some of Mai’s friends from one of her lectures were there and we very quickly joined them in carving out some space for our group on the dancefloor. I could feel the makeup melting and everyone was getting water to freshen up so I decided to venture out to find the nearest toilet. Mai followed me out and kept singing as we walked past a group of guys, one of whom nearly knocked me into the wall.

“Watch it, assholes!” She shouted after them as I was regaining balance.

There was broken glass stuck in the soles of my vans and I could feel it scrape the floor as I walked on.

“I swear some people don’t understand the concept of personal space, are you okay?” her worrying was adorable.

“Yeah, I just have to pick out the glass from my soles now. He didn’t even apologise, did he?”

“Nah, that’s okay I’ll find him back inside and feed him my fist though, don’t you worry.” I laughed as she pretended to punch the hand dryer. We tried to dab some sweat off of our faces with toilet paper but soon gave up as it would probably build up as soon as we stepped back into the room. Heading back, my favourite song came on and I had to sprint to get back to our group and share my excitement with others.

“I really fucking love this song!” I shouted into someone’s ear, only to realise it was not one of my people, but the very asshole that pushed me in the hallway minutes before, along with his friends. He looked me up and down and, smirking like I was a child expressing their enjoyment of an animated film, chuckled “Good for you”.

I turned to find Mai, but she had already seen the interaction and followed what happened with raised eyebrows.

“Was that…”

“Someone that still needs to get punched for being a dick? Yeah that’s the guy.”

“Mai, he’s hot. Why didn’t you tell me he was this hot! I would’ve pushed myself to save him the trouble of doing it himself if he needed me to!”

“I can’t hear half the words you just said and I don’t think I want to. You’re too sexually frustrated for your own good.”

Still I couldn’t stop picturing his face as he looked me up and down. Did he like what he saw? Did he find me cringe? Did he realise I was the person he pushed? I could’ve sworn I caught a glimpse of adorable fangs in his mouth, was he one of those weirdos that wore fake fangs to emo events?

Mai dragged me to the bar to get another drink, but I kept scanning the room to find the asshole vampire guy. With a new can in hand, I went towards the DJ to talk to the event manager. She was a really cool girl I had met waiting for our professor to start the lecture because both of us wore the same band t-shirt. Ever since she started organising these parties, Mai and I have been on the list and stayed until the very end of the party.

“What’s wrong? You never not sing along to Ocean Avenue,” Hana waved in front of my face. Mai chuckled and told her I was just too horny to function.

“Who’s the target tonight?” Hana asked with a massive grin.

“That long-haired asshole next to the bar,” Mai pointed towards him and his group of friends, all of them with drinks in their hands and not really dancing or looking like they were there for the music.

They kept talking while I made my way back out of the room to get some air and space to think. When someone stood next to where I was crouching, I assumed it was Mai trying to get me back inside.

“Sorry about pushing you earlier,” a voice that definitely wasn’t Mai’s said.

I looked up and was greeted by a pair of bronze eyes and a serious face framed by long black hair. Leaning on the wall with hands in his pockets, it was Asshole Vampire from before. The one I couldn’t stop looking for in the crowd, now he stood next to me where I could hear him better. I quickly stood up and swayed a little from getting up too fast.

“I didn’t think you even noticed someone falling and stepping on glass because of you.” My voice was vibrating from screaming along with the music earlier.

“I know it’s not really an excuse, but I tried to get back as soon as possible to hear the song that was playing. I love Black Veil Brides.” He chuckled and looked down.

I looked him over, he was wearing a white button-up shirt that was slightly unbuttoned, black jeans, and black Converse. His hair was long and shiny, falling forward nonchalantly.

“I will say that just might be a good enough reason, I’ll try to call off the hit I put on you.” I tried sounding casual despite the fact that he was standing so close to me I could feel the warmth of his body.

“That would be great, thanks. You have a good music taste, apparently. Good Charlotte is one of my favourite bands.”

I looked at him and blushed, that meant he definitely knew it was me shouting in his ear earlier.

“Yeah, sorry about that, I thought you were someone I knew.”

He looked amused, “I’m Keisuke. Now I’m also someone you know.”

I shook his hand, trying to secretly admire his beautiful long fingers. “Yuna. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“I’ve never managed to get my friends to come with me before, and I’m not the type to go out to clubs by myself.”

“Well, I hope you get them to come next time as well, I’ve been to every Emo Nite and they’re always amazing. I’m friends with the event manager as well.” Wow shut up, I thought to myself, who gives a shit.

“They’re not really into the same music, that’s why we’re just standing there like statues. Just observing. Like a bunch of creeps.”

That made me shiver a bit. Was I actually holding a conversation with this guy? If only Mai could see me now…she’d probably run over to punch Keisuke in the face.

“I get it, luckily, my friend is discovering this music now and likes it, I’ve been into it since I was probably 10.”

“Ahhh, the right age to sing about all the greatest pains in life, back before you even knew what the real world was.” He stared ahead like he knew that pain now.

“Yeah, but it’s been 12 years since then, and it’s still my day-to-day music.”

“You’re 22 then?” He looked back at me, “Are you from around here? We could’ve been in the same year..”

“I moved here for university.” Okay great, he was my age and he had the same music taste. I couldn’t help but wonder what his lips would taste like…

“You know I can see you staring at my lips, right?” He grinned, obviously very pleased with himself having caught me staring.

“Hm? Oh…yeah. You’re insanely gorgeous, sorry,” I cringed at myself. What the fuck is wrong with me? May as well go get Mai and head home, there is no way I could enjoy my night after this. A soft chuckle escaped his mouth “Likewise, I didn’t get a very good look at you inside, but now that I can see you properly, I’m really glad I came out to check on you.”

Wait, what? “Check on me?”

“It seemed like you were unwell, and when you headed out I wanted to make sure you didn’t collapse or something,” he shrugged. My heart started pounding, he was looking at me inside? He worried about me? He wanted to help me? Woah.

“That’s very kind, coming from the guy who almost flattened me with the wall.”

He threw his head back and laughed, “Are you going to hold that against me forever?”

“Maybe,” I smiled at him, “unless you make it up to me.”

He turned to face me completely.

“Well, how about we head back inside to enjoy some music together, and you think of a way for me to me it up to you?”

I took in his gorgeous jawline and the canines peeking through his lips.

“Lead the way, Keisuke.”

We went back inside, I immediately started scanning the crowd for Mai or Hana. They waved me over to them and I grabbed Keisuke’s hand to lead him to them. Mai’s eyes went wide and I knew we were going to have to talk about this later.

“Keisuke, this is Mai, my best friend, and that’s Hana, she organised this event,” I shouted into his ear, inhaling the scent of his hair.

Mai looked him up and down and Hana shook his hand. I was pleading with Mai with my eyes not to beat the shit out of him right then and there, signalling that I didn’t want him dead.

“I’m going to stay over at Hana’s tonight, if that’s okay with you, Yuna.” Hana turned to her with questions in her eyes, but Mai pinched her arm and smiled at her.

Was she trying to give me some kind of a signal? Keisuke looked between us, all I could do was just nod and go dance. It seemed too convenient that the next song that was playing was a slow one. Keisuke grabbed my hand, “I assume you want to dance to blink-182,” he nodded at my t-shirt and necklace.

I couldn’t believe it. We’d been dancing for several songs now, surprisingly, he’s actually got rhythm. Mai decided to stay with Hana and not come back for me, which normally never happens. It was always the two of us against everyone in the room. Maybe she saw the tension between Keisuke and me - wait…was there tension between Keisuke and me? He was looking down at me and smiling most of the time, save for when he was belting out to the music. Especially when both of us were singing the wrong lyrics to Fall Out Boy. After a while, he dragged me to the hallway to speak to me.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He looked at me intensely. It took me a few seconds to catch on.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Do you live nearby?”

This wasn’t weird, right? To the rational part of my brain, it sounded like a bad idea, but I’d been imagining what his lips would feel like on my neck for a good part of the night.

“Yeah, walking distance,” As soon as I said that he leaned down and caught my lips with his. I reached for his neck and brought him closer, deepening the kiss. His lips were soft and I could smell his shampoo as his hair fell to tickle my face. There was a low vibration in the back of his throat. When he broke the kiss he looked into my eyes like he was trying to read them. I could get lost just staring at his face. He smiled and took my hand, “Lead the way, Yuna.”

I fumbled around my pockets trying to text Mai while he let his friends know he wasn’t going home with them. It seemed like a fortunate coincidence that Mai was staying over at Hana’s tonight.

Yunaaaaasty, 01:28

i’m going home with vampire guy, am i making the biggest mistake of my life?

Mai Darling, 01:29

thought so :) why did you think i made Hana let me stay over?

Yunaaaaasty, 01:29

you’re a mastermind and i owe you for this

Mai Darling, 01:30

oh yes you do but honestly it’s not as fun singing i’m not okay without you <3333

just let me know if you’re dead or alive in the morning so i can alert the police kbye have fun ;)

I looked up as Keisuke reached for my hand, his grip was so warm it immediately made my heart jump. I could feel warmth pooling in my stomach in anticipation of what might happen in just a few short minutes. Keisuke kept asking me questions about my life on our way there, though I wasn’t exactly sure why he was so curious if this was to be only a one-time thing. Maybe he was trying to determine if I was a psycho killer of some sort…or maybe he was? Oh well, he was so gorgeous I wouldn’t mind dying if it meant having some fun with him beforehand.

We walked up the stairs and he started kissing behind my ear. My skin felt tight in anticipation of his touch and I felt myself shiver as his kisses trailed down to my neck.

“You’re distracting me, I’m trying to get us inside at least,” I chuckled at him.

“How long does it normally take you to unlock your front door?”

“Hey it’s difficult finding the key in this mess of keychains, now I have you making me thinking about uhhh…other things as well.”

He moved to my lips and nipped at my bottom lip. “Oh and what is it that I’m making you think about?” There is no way I was saying that out loud outside my apartment, so I just pushed the door open and dragged him inside after me.

I started taking my denim jacket off all the while not breaking the kiss and leading him to my bedroom. I shut the door and clumsily shook off my Vans, starting to unbutton his shirt. He looked at me with hungry eyes, his hands travelling along my hips and up to my breasts. Luckily, the fairy lights around my bed frame were left on so I could see his eyes as he was drinking in the lust in my eyes. When he shrugged off his shirt, he started unbuttoning my jeans and pushed me toward my desk, still messy with my coursework and at least four dictionaries and other heavy tomes. I broke the kiss to put the books away when he chuckled, “Damn, I was kind of hoping to knock it over in the heat of the moment and eat you out on top of the desk,” As hot as that would’ve been, this was the product of a month of research and hard work and it deserved to be put away safely.

“If I hadn’t spent all my sanity working on this paper I would say yes.”

“Can I still eat you out at least?” I felt my knees threatening to give out, why was his saying that so damn hot?

“Please,” I moaned into his mouth and started to peel my fishnets off when he grabbed my hands to stop me.

“Keep them on,” his breathy voice rolled into my ear, “but how attached are you to those panties?”

This confused me, but he already grabbed the fabric of my underwear and started ripping them on the side and casting them away. He lifted me up and put me on top of my desk, now trailing his mouth down my torso to where my panties were a few seconds ago. His large hands ripped the crotch of my tights and started putting his hair up into a ponytail. I hadn’t noticed the hair tie that had been around his wrist until he took it off and held it with his teeth.

My head spun when he lowered his lips to my heat and started to lick long strokes between the folds. Leaning back on my hands, I let out a breathy moan that made him chuckle into me and start sucking on my clit.

“Oh my..Keisuke yes,” I couldn’t keep it in anymore, his tongue swirled all around the most sensitive area and when I looked down at his face his eyes were set on me, as if he needed to make sure I was coming undone. As if my moans and hitched breaths weren’t enough of a sign, he needed to see it with his own eyes.

My hand went to the base of his ponytail to bring him closer to me, as I did so it felt like he dug in with an even stronger intensity than before. I was nearing my peak when he inserted a finger inside me. I could feel his lips spreading into a smile when he saw my reaction like he was saving that move until the end.

“Let go, Yuna. If you cum on my tongue now I’ll let you ride me.” That was all that was needed to push me over the edge and make me shake with pleasure while his hand held me down on the desk.

He got up and pulled my t-shirt off, slowly unbuckling my bra and adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor. Keisuke let his hair back down and started pulling my hair into a ponytail, tying it with his hair tie. I pushed him onto my bed and crawled up to his crotch, pulling his jeans down as he pushed his Converse off his feet.

When I pulled down his boxers I was met with his hard cock slapping his abdomen and, looking up into his eyes, gave the head an experimental lick. His eyelashes fluttered and he closed his eyes so I took it as a sign to continue.

Keisuke let out the sweetest moan when I took as much of his length as I could into my mouth, one hand on his shaft, the other on the balls. With long, circular motions, my tongue slid all over his cock, licking off any drops of precum it dripped.

His balls were in my hand, softly being massaged, causing him to huff and moan softly. His hand reached for my hair and grabbed it to lead me how he wanted me. He held me in place as his hips thrust up. As his thrusts got more and more frantic, my throat had had enough, so I released his balls from my hand and grabbed the hand that was holding my ponytail signalling I needed a break.

He released me and dragged me up to his face to kiss me, but I had to get things moving to get him inside of me as soon as possible.

Leaning over to my bedside table, I pushed aside my phone and Polaroid camera, grabbed a condom from the drawer, and turned on some music, “Alexa, play Oh My Word It’s Happening playlist.” When the first song started playing, he let out a laugh,

“Really, First Date?”

“Hey, I want to make this night last forever, okay?”

I handed him the condom and straddled his abdomen, leaning in to kiss him deeply. Keisuke’s hair was spread over the pillow like a dark halo, framing his beautiful face, I almost forgot how to breathe. His hands were trailing along my thighs, still covered with fishnet tights, as I positioned myself above his hard cock, slowly lowering myself down, his eyes rolling back and filthy moans escaping his soft lips.

When I sunk fully onto his cock, I couldn’t help myself but let out a high-pitched moan which seemed to wake him from the bliss he was in. He grabbed my hips and helped me bounce myself on him. The thickness that spread my walls made me feel full, and each thrust scratched an impossible itch inside me. When Keisuke started grunting with each thrust I knew he was nearing his peak. I reached to rub my clit with one hand, but he swiftly knocked it aside and replaced it with his own. I threw my head back in pure pleasure and let out all the pent-up pressure from my throat as I came all over his dick, he followed soon after with an animalistic moan and stopped thrusting.

He looked spent and let go of my hips, I needed to burn the image of him lying underneath me into the insides of my eyelids. I reached over to grab my camera,

“Do you mind if I take one of you?” I motioned with the camera. He gave me a small smile,

“Is this some kind of a psycho killer trophy you’re collecting?”I couldn’t help but laugh,

“Maybe, but I want to remember this.” He nodded with a blissful smile, so I looked through a viewfinder and pushed the button. Putting the camera aside, I got off of him and lay next to him, gently taking the condom off and launching it into the bin.

“I feel obligated to mention that I’ve never done this before,” He raised his eyebrow at my comment, causing me to correct myself, “I mean, I’ve never brought someone home like this, especially after just meeting them.” He was tracing shapes on my stomach, all the while staring into my eyes.

“Me neither,” he admitted, “I’m still not convinced you’re not some psycho killer taking advantage of young men, taking salacious photos of them, and then disposing of their corpses in the nearby bushes.” I just had to laugh at the notion,

“You seem to have put a lot of thought into this scenario, are you sure you’re not the murderer?” He leaned over to place a kiss on my shoulder,

“Well, I guess we’ll find out soon enough.” Looking over at him, I took in his loose hair, now messy and half-resting on my pillows.

“Honestly, after this, I think I would gladly let you kill me. I don’t remember the last time I felt this good.” When Keisuke pulled me closer to him, resting his hand on my hip, I swear I could have floated away.

After some conversation that sounded way too casual considering the way we had just made each other feel, I heard Keisuke’s stomach rumble so I offered to get him some food and dragged him out of bed and into the kitchen. He managed to put his boxers back on while I put on my pyjama top and we made way to investigate the food situation.

“I’ve got some leftovers from today, I mean, I guess it’s technically yesterday now.” I pulled out the tub with leftover fried rice and chicken and stuck it into the microwave while he inspected the fridge door that was littered with polaroids of Mai and me, some from our work with other coworkers, some of us cuddling her cats from back home, some of our birthday and end-of-exams parties, and others of my old dance group from different competitions we attended.

“You have cats?” He seemed really interested in all individual photos.

“Ah, no, those are Mai’s parents’ cats. They live in the middle of nowhere and have a bunch of animals, unfortunately, we couldn’t get any of her pets here when we moved in,” I pointed at another photo of me with a big black labrador sitting on the beach, “That’s my dog, but he lives with my parents, as I’m too busy to take care of a dog right now.” He nodded and looked over a few more photos before stepping towards me and pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

At that moment the microwave beeped and I went to grab the food and plate it up. We ate standing in the kitchen, neither of us feeling inclined to move away from each other. Keisuke was stuffing his face like he hadn't eaten in days,

“I think you need to slow down,” I said with a smirk.

“This is amazing, I can’t stop,” he said with his mouth full.

When he was done, he started to put the plates into the dishwasher and I offered him something to drink. With him in the kitchen, I made my way to the bathroom to wipe my makeup off, noticing the lipstick hadn’t transferred at all. Keisuke appeared behind me when I had taken off most of the makeup and started touching my ass. Luckily I didn’t put any underwear on, remembering how he ripped the pair I wore earlier. I looked at him through the mirror and smiled at his gentle caresses. He seemed entranced by my skin and started making his way towards my bare heat. Gently rubbing my sensitive lips, he elicited soft moans from my lips. Our eyes met in the mirror and he returned my smile,

“You’re so beautiful, did you know that? I loved seeing you with the makeup, but this,” he reached for my cheek with his hand, the other one still rubbing my pussy, “is incredible.”

He grabbed my face and kissed it, making me moan into his mouth which made him change his approach and sink a finger inside of me. He groaned when my walls sucked his finger in, adding another and hooking them to hit the most sensitive spot inside. My legs started shaking with pleasure, which seemed to amuse him enough to giggle and move to stand right behind me, spreading my legs.

“I don’t know what it is about you,” Keisuke whispered, “but you’re making me feel feral, like no amount of touching you will ever be enough,” his voice was making me wet with desire.

“Feral? We can do it like they do it on the Discovery channel then,” I invited him for another round. I opened one of the drawers under the sink and passed him a condom, causing him to chuckle,

“Very convenient.”

“We like to be prepared,” he aligned his once again hard cock with my entrance and pushed in, throwing his head back in pleasure, my back arching to get a better angle, still holding the edges of the sink. He pushed into me until I couldn’t take any more and gasped loudly. He stopped and started pulling out and pushing back in, only up to the point I could handle. This angle made hitting the sensitive spot so much easier, it made me gasp and whine with every single one of his thrusts. His hands were squeezing my ass like it was the only thing keeping him grounded on this Earth. His cock was buried deep inside of me, hitting my most sensitive areas, pulling me apart from the inside.

I threw my head back and Keisuke took the opportunity to grab my jaw and pull me towards his face. He was grunting into my ear and kissing my neck, I was certain I wouldn’t last much longer.

With his teeth, he scraped along my neck. With a cry, I creamed on his cock, which only seemed to make him go faster and harder. “Good girl, hold on tight,” he whispered into my ear, letting go of my jaw and instead holding the base of my ponytail as I held onto the wall in front of me for dear life. One of his hands snaked around me and found my clit, rubbing it in circular motions, sending me into another orgasm, this one louder than the last.

Never breaking pace, he chuckled and smacked my ass three times before returning both his hands on my ass, pulling me into his hips repeatedly.

“Faster Keisuke, please!” I cried out, and he obliged. Soon after that I felt another wave of pleasure threatening to swallow me whole. Just as I started crying out his name again, he moaned into my hair and finished, slowing his thrust leading us both through our orgasms. Once he stopped, our eyes locked in the mirror once more, I didn’t know if I had it in me to smile at him. His cock slid out of me and he took off the condom and threw it away, spinning me around to kiss me with all the energy he had left. I had half a mind to thank him, but I couldn’t form words anymore, I just grabbed his hand and led him back into my bedroom, cuddling into him on the bed.

“Yuna?”

“Hmmm?”

“Are you okay?”

Turning around to face him, I caressed his face, taking in his loose hair, soft eyes, slightly protruding canines, and soft lips. I wanted to look at him forever, there’s something arresting about his face making me incapable of looking away.

“Why do you ask?” Was he overthinking this whole night? Is he trying to make me start kicking him out so he doesn’t have to make the first move?

“You haven’t said a word since…since we fucked in the bathroom.” His tone was that of worry.

“I think… you may have taken every ounce of energy that I had saved for conversation,” I said with a giggle, “I came twice before that, and then three times in the bathroom. A girl needs to breathe and rest.”

His smile returned, lighting his face up, I just had to close the distance between us and kiss him softly.

“How are you feeling?” I wondered, gently caressing his arm.

“Completely empty. I feel like all my worries and stress just,” he made a floating gesture with his hand, “disappeared.”

“I think we both deserve some sleep, don’t you agree?”

He looked into my eyes as if to read them again, then rolled me over, pressed me into his form, and softly whispered good night.

I grabbed my phone only to be met with a few messages from Mai:

Mai Darling, 2:30

hope you’re not dead because Hana said there’s another party in 2 weeks and she’ll kill us if we don’t come

Mai Darling, 3:15

ok you’re either dead and i have to clean up the apartment of your blood or you’re still fucking and i hope to everything holy it’s the latter and i don’t have to get the blood out of the carpet

Mai Darling, 4:45

i’m gonna choose to believe you’re so fucked out you can’t even pick up your phone. get it girl. Message me when you can though

Yunaaaaasty, 5:20

alive but barely. came five times. hurts my brain to think we have work today. see you soon.

Mai Darling, 5:21

YESSSSSSSS i knew that little bastard had it in him…or more accurately he had it in you! ;)

i’m home around 9, prepare the report and i’m making us some coffee for that piping hot tea

What a weirdo. My eyelids closed to the soft sound of Keisuke’s light snores.

With a start, my eyelids flew open to quickly switch off the alarm before it woke up Keisuke. With a groan, he flipped over to his back, hand reaching over to try and locate his phone. He sat up to rummage through the pile of clothes we left on the floor to fish it out of his pocket.

“Ah, shit. I have work in a few hours,” he looked over at me and smiled, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t stay a tiny bit longer. That is, if you want me here?” His eyes were full of hope.

I pulled him towards me and caught him in a kiss, his hand started wandering underneath the sheets, grabbing my boobs, hips, thighs, pulling me closer. Every time he squeezed me a moan escaped my mouth into his, which seemed to make him more eager each time.

His hands travelled down to my pussy and started to softly spread my folds, ghosting over my clit with each move. In an attempt to get more friction, I started to roll my hips on his hand, desperately trying to unravel the bundle of tension already forming in my belly. He smirked and probed my entrance with a finger, catching the gasp coming out of my mouth with his own.

I was already reaching back into the drawer to fish out another condom, expecting another round, when his mouth left mine to trail kisses and nibbles down my neck to my collarbone while his other hand was holding my neck. Am I getting into this? His hands are so pretty that I kind of want them around my neck for a little longer.

“How are you so amazing at this?” I squeezed out between moans. He chuckled, “It’s a curse.”

“Then please curse me again.”

His head snapped up and we locked eyes. Grabbing the condom from my hand he got in my face, “Only because you asked me nicely, gorgeous.”

This time his thrusts were slower, towering over me, leaning on his elbows, his hair fell into my face, smelling of his shampoo and my perfume mixed together. Citrusy and sweet. I hoped the pillow he had slept on kept the scent a little bit longer. His eyes were focused on my face, following every hitched breath as he hit my sensitive spot with every move.

My insides squeezed his length with the desire to keep him inside a bit longer, the slow and lazy motions we were going through seemed very fitting with the chilly morning air coming in through the open window. As fast and rough as last night’s sex was, this morning’s sex was gentle, careful, and deliberate. My hands were firmly planted on his back, nails scratching slowly. I was soon brought to my peak again, this time it wasn’t sudden and needy, but slow and sure.

“Keisuke I’m close,” I moaned right into his ear, which seemed to set off something in him as his pupils dilated and his movements became needier. Like he’ll drop through the ground into the centre of the Earth if he doesn’t chase our orgasms.

“Say it again,” he squeezed out through his moans.

“Keisuke! I’m so close, keep it going please!”

“More,” his voice was desperate, his eyes were squeezed shut with concentration.

“Please I need you, Keisuke! You feel so good, you’re making me cum!”

With a cry, we finished in sync and he dropped on top of me, barely breathing just like me. He pulled out slowly and discarded the condom, pushing his hair back from his face.

“How many times was that?”

“This was my sixth, but it felt more intense than the ones before.”

The look on his face was that of beaming pride and bliss. “Not bad for one night,” he said with a wink, “but I’m afraid I have to get going if I want to at least shower before work.”

“Where do you work?” Considering how much we talked throughout the night, I didn’t get this important piece of information. Sure, now I knew what his life goals were, how old he was when he broke his first tooth, and how many bikes he had crashed in his childhood, but somehow his place of employment hadn’t popped up.

“Pet zone. The one next to the main square.” He raked his fingers through his hair, leaving me in awe of his lean body and toned arms. He started putting his clothes back on, so I got up to find a new pair of underwear and an oversized T-shirt.

Now that we were both dressed, we met in the middle of the room with another deep kiss, this time he pulled me into a hug. Huh, we had fucked 3 times and I fed him, but we just hugged for the first time. I could’ve just melted in his arms, but the sound of the front door unlocking made me step away and see him to the door.

Mai walked in with a big smile on her face and a bag of groceries.

“Good morning sleepyhead, time to start on breakfast!” She said with too much energy for both of us.

“Actually, I have to get going or I won’t make it to work,” with a quick kiss to my lips, he started for the door.

Mai turned to him as if wondering what he was still doing there.

“Okay, great seeing you, Kazuki,” she said with a smile.

“Likewise, Mirei.”

She frowned slightly, “It’s Mai.”

He smirked, “It’s Keisuke.” He winked at me and closed the door behind him.

Mai turned to me with a grin, “I like him, he can take a joke. Right,” she clapped her hands, marching into the kitchen, “I’m making coffee, you’re getting ready to spill everything. Apart from the coffee, of course.”

With sleep still in my eyes, I made for my bedroom to put the books and papers back onto the desk and let some more air in, since the whole room smelled of sex. As I raked through my hair, I realised his hair tie was still in my hair, I wondered if he left it with me on purpose.

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ierr · 2 years ago

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HI ! Can I request a baji x black reader hanging out at like 3pm headcanon ?

╭﹐❣︎﹕ 3 AM ﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖪𝖤𝖨𝖲𝖴𝖪𝖤 𝖡.

cw/tw. fluff, softie!baji, black!reader

an. okay so i got confused and just thought you meant 3am instead of 3pm so i’m sorry if i got it wrong but i hope you enjoy it anyways!

summary.- you and baji hang out at 3am

“Come on Kei!” You whispered shouted dragging him towards your bike that was parked outside of his house as he groaned tiredly. “It’s too fucking early for this.” He growled, you rolled your eyes. “You’re the one who wanted to do this tough guy now deal with it.” You sassed back hearing him huff loudly stopping in front of your bike as you grabbed the extra helmet giving it to him, he glared at you snatching it from your hands putting it on his head. You scoffed smacking the top of his head with your helmet also putting it on making sure it was nice and tight, you climbed on to the seat placing your hands on the grip using your other hand to start up your bike hearing the engine roar loudly.

You felt Baji also climb on placing his hands on your waist holding you tightly as his chest was on your back. This never failed to make you have butterflies in your stomach, you grinned using your foot to lift up the chassis starting the drive to the place you both agreed to go. The ride there was really quiet and peaceful, there were barely any cars on the roads and freeway, the lights shining bright on the streets as the stars were lit up in the sky, it was really nice. The first stop you guys made was to the convenience store to get snacks. You turned off your bike using your foot to set down the chassis as you and Baji got off entering the store, you went down your own aisle as he went down his own to get his own snacks. For a few minutes of searching for things you guys went to the cashier to check out, before Baji could pull out his wallet you were quick to hand the cashier your card grinning at him as you did so, “(Y/N)!” He complained, “What?! I said the next time we get something I'm paying, now shut up and grab your stuff big baby.” You giggled grabbing your bagged items walking towards the door holding it open.

Keisuke clicked his tongue in annoyance grabbing his stuff as well walking out the door glaringly walking past you. Your mouth opened “offended” as you hit him in the shoulder hearing him laugh, “Don’t glare at me, boy.” You said walking towards your bike lifting up the seat to put your stuff in there hearing Keisuke snicker rolling his eyes also putting his things with your stuff, putting the seat back on now leaning against your bike with crossed arms staring up at him. Baji faked pouted wrapping his arms around your waist leaning down toward your height taking your lips into his, “Don’t look at me like that.” He mumbled in between your lips, you smiled feeling his warm lips on top of yours kissing back sighing in peace. You laughed in between the kiss feeling his hands trail along your hips, pulling away. “Stop it! that tickles.” You whined, Keisuke rolled his eyes in response, pecking your lips one last time before grabbing his helmet, “I’m driving.” He commanded grabbing the keys from your hands as you huffed putting your helmet not bothering to pick a fight with him, “Could’ve asked nicely, jackass.” You scowled hearing him chuckle patting your thigh as you wrapped your hands around his waist,

“Love you too babe”

When you guys got to the secret spot you and Kei only knew about, you two were just sitting on top of the hill looking over the city you beloved over the years. You were laid in Keisuke’s arms as you ate some of your snacks smiling and laughing at the jokes that were made. This night- or morning was really fun. Just you two alone in the breeze in each other's arms..you were falling more and more in love with him, just being in his presence was enough for you..you really loved this boy so much. Soon enough everything was gone and all eaten up, you two just laid there enjoying the company of each other as you were laid on his chest playing with the hem of his shirt lost in your own world as he rubbed your shoulder, “This is nice..” You finally spoke looking up at him as he looked down towards you with a grin on his face, “It is isn’t?” You hummed sitting up as he sat up grabbing your hand into his softly rubbing your knuckles, “I love you so much.” You whispered bringing your hand up to his cheek feeling him lean into your hand, “Do you now?” He mumbled looking up at you as you leaned forward nodding your head, “Yeah i do.” You whispered back before taking his lips into yours, he softly sighed against your lips bringing hands towards your waist as he fell backwards bringing you with him. You squealed at the sudden feeling giggling falling ontop of him,

“I love you too, brat.”

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redskull199987 · 2 years ago

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The End of Everything

Baji keisuke x female!reader

Word count:1.2k

Warnings:none, it's fluffy, just some mentions of getting beat up

Summary: Takemichi and Chifuyu want to talk to Baji. As his girlfriend, you accompany him...

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I watched intently, as Baji was talking to Takemichi and Chifuyu. I knew what they were trying to do. They wanted to convince him to come back to Toman, but I knew he wouldn't budge. I had tried that often enough myself. Kazutora simply mattered too much to Baji. and to be honest, I couldn't blame him. He had known him since we were children, he was his closest friend.

Speaking of the devil, I turned away from the boys, as my Phone started to chime. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Kazutora.

"Where the hell are you guys?", he asked, anger laced his voice.

"Why do you care?", I scoffed, "It's not like Baji is your pet, that you can call anytime you need him"

There was a short silence before I heard Kazutora laugh:"You're as feisty, as ever Y/N."

I couldn't help but to smile myself now. I had known Kazutora for years now too and I couldn't remember a time where we didn't fight each other. Baji often had to pull us apart.

"What do you want Kazutora?", I finally asked with a sigh.

"Tell Baji to call me as soon, as he has time.", he paused for a second,"It's about tomorrow"

My eyes wandered back to Baji and the other boys. Tomorrow was Halloween and the fight between Walhalla and Toman would take place. Baji and me would be there as members of Walhalla, much to my and Mikey's dismay.

"Y/N?", Kazutora asked. I looked back at my phone and realized that I hadn't answered him yet.

"I will tell him.", I finally said, before I hung up.

I looked back at Baji, he was talking to Takemichi alone now. I watched, as Chifuyu slowly walked over to me. I winced slightly, as I saw the bandage around his head.

"Hey.", he smiled softly.

I only returned his smile and pulled him in for a hug:"Hey 'fuyu. How are you doing?"

"you know.", he mumbled, slightly rubbing his neck,"Hanging on"

I nodded before stepping closer:"Sorry about that"

I pointed at his bandage, but he only smiled again:"It's alright. I know that you had no choice but to beat me up, if you wanted to join Walhalla."

"I'm still sorry", I said and playfully punched his shoulder. Chifuyu wanted to say something, but just in this moment, Baji and Takemichi returned. I inspected my boyfriends face with mixed feelings. He looked as stoic, as ever. But something had changed, since he left Toman. He just didn't seem as happy anymore.

"Can we go?", he asked and carefully put his arm around my waist to pull me closer.

"We were just catching up.", I explained and pointd at Chifuyu. The boy in front of us didn't say anything, he just eyed Baji with the biggest curiosity in his eyes.

"Until tomorrow", Baji said and turned around to leave.

"See you, Chifuyu", I mumbled and waved at him before quickly following Baji to his bike.

"Baji, wait!", I yelled at the tall boy. He had already made it to his bike and was leaning against it now, waiting for me to join him.

"What is it, pretty girl?", he smirked as I finally reached him, "Am I too fast for you?"

"What did Takemichi tell you?", I asked, immideately changing the topic. Promptly, the smile fell from Baji's face and he looked down instead.

"He told me to be careful tomorrow", he mumbled. I slowly steppped closer to him, so that only inches seperated us now. I gingerly raised my hands to rest them on Bajis face. The black-haired boy looked up at me with a pained smile.

"It's all gonna end tomorrow", he mumbled and put his hands on my waist, pulling me inbetween his legs.

"Don't talk like that, Baji", I said scoldingly and slightly squished his cheeks.

"Oh don't worry, darling. Nothing's going to end between us.", Baji grinned now, resting his forehead aginst mine," I love you to much for that."

I felt how my cheeks started to warm, as he softly kissed my forehead.

"I love you too", I mumbled and looked up at him. A cheeky smiled adorned his face now. That was him, that was the Baji Keisuke, I fell in love with so many years ago. Back when Toman didn't even exist, when we didn't even know what Love really meant.

"What are you thinking about, my Love?", Baji asked and nudged his nose aginst mine.

I softly giggled at his antics:"I was just thinking about the first time, I had to patch you up. Back then, when you got jumped by the Black Dragons."

"Oh, I certainly remember", Baji mumbled, softly touching the little scar on his lower lip.

"Thank God, we had you back then, you were a lifesaver when it came to patching us up", he smiled.

"Yeah sure", I grinned before pecking his lips, "I've had my fair share of fights too."

"You certainly did, Y/N", Baji laughed,"Remember when I had to patch you up for the first time?"

"Yeah", I smiled,"I had fought the Black Dragon swine, who gave you that bruise."

I softly tapped the tip of my finger against Bajis lip:"And boy, did I got beaten up."

Baji chuckled:"Yeah that was when Mikey decided to show you how to defend yourself. I didn't have to patch you up since then"

I proudly smiled at him,full on knowing that I had to patch him up a lot more times than just once since then.

"Show-off", Baji groaned and started to tickle my sides, a devilish grin on his face.

"Baji, stop!?", I begged and tried to push him away, but it was useless.

"Calm down, pretty girl", Baji laughed as he stopped tickling me but instead pulled me against his chest.

I gulped at our close proximity. We had been together for 3 years now, we had known each other even longer, but he still made my heart flutter like it was the first day of knowing him.

"Do I make you nervous?", Baji mumbled into my ear. I slowly closed my eyes, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart, but it was of no use, as Baji leaned in even closer and softly placed his lips on mine. I kissed him back, just as tenderly, before pulling away.

"Kazutora told me to call you", I whispered, suddenly remembering my promise, "He wants to talk to you about tomorrow"

"I don't wanna hear it", Baji sighed,"He should know by now that I have my own plans. Come on, let's get home"

Baji brushed the topic away and climbed onto his bike. I only shurgged and got on behind him, sliding my arms around his waist, holding on tightly.

"Don't worry, pretty girl. Everything is gonna turn out just fine"

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ultrakawaiierenyeager · 1 year ago

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the gang's doctor

a baji keisuke x reader fanfiction

''hold your face straight up Mikey.'' said the woman dressed in a white blouse that hid the perfect short bodysuit that she paired with long black boots as she applied white cotton dipped in betadine in a circular motion on the open cut in his cheek.

'' (y/n) Can you be more gentle with my face,'' said Mikey as he pouted.

''come on Mikey you are acting like a baby, right Draken?''

''it's only because you wanted to catch that black cat so bad it played you dirty, '' answered Draken as he tried not to laugh, recalling how Mikey ran after Baji's cat because it stole his taiyaki so it scratched his face when he tried to fight it and of course, he had to come to (y/n)'s office so they would make sure the cut doesn't get infected because for them she wasn't only the emergency doctor but lately they started calling her the gang's doc since after every fight they visit her and the women herself seemed to enjoy their company, she liked their stories, and laughed about their bickering, it was the vibes she has been into.

''It's not Kuroo's fault,'' answered Baji as he was always on the defensive when it comes to his cat.

''get yourself a man that defends you the way Baji defends Kuroo,'' stated Mikey annoyed at the fact that his friend really was taking the side of the cat instead of him.

But Baji seemed caught in deep thoughts, it wasn't really thoughts but it was more of him eyeing up a certain female that was gently treating Mikey's cut, the way her curves aligned perfectly with her silhouette, her acts that were gentle, her smile that can make angels fall in her charm because it was as heavenly as he can ever imagine.

''Keisuke.....Keeeeeiiiiiisuke.'' suddenly she was in front of him calling his name and he felt kind of caught off guard yet he remained as calm as ever as he lifted his head up and linked his gaze to her eyes '' Yes?''.

'' is Kuroo's medical state checked regularly?'' asked the woman in front of Baji.

'' yeah, he is 100 percent healthy and vaccinated.''

''then you are fine to go Mikey.''

''thanks (y/n),'' stated Mikey as the two boys waved their goodbyes and they were going out but the long-haired male slowed his pace so he let them both go out and now he was alone with (y/n) to which she was a little surprised.

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dumbdemonslayertexts · 3 years ago

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Heads and Tails - chapter 2

Pairing: baji keisuke x black reader

Warnings: violence and cursing

Summary: Baji meeting his little boo in highschool.

you felt like a delinquent, approaching the school out of uniform like you had. though, there was really no reason to don the blouse and skirt ensemble... not today at least. the scrap you'd ended yesterday had promptly earned you a week's suspension. really-- what work of destiny got its kicks out of throwing a mindless gaggle of schoolbitches in your face and starting all this? all you wanted was to escape the den of hell your life had become thanks to your older brothers and keep your head low in Tokyo with your mother, so what was the cosmos’ damn problem?

you didn't know, and could only sigh. at least bestie had been the one party to come away clean from faculty. and your spirits were also lifted from her run down of things, given to you over the phone the night before.

"get the hell outta here, you slid her that quick?"

"oh yeah, you know i did. i know what i'm doing, trust me. she barely got that weak little hit in that she tried before i had her on the ground."

"bitch tapped out?"

"tapped all the way out."

your head was thrown back by now with your laughter. you had been just as taken by surprise by it as her attacker evidently had been. "bitch, that's my frienddddd!" you sang out, chuckling again as you tipped over onto your bed. she laughed along with you, beaming in her own pride about your performance that day before the mood gave a shift.

"i can't believe they gave you a week and they only got three days," she lamented. and she wasn't alone in that. though you weren't at all shocked that your punishment was harsher than anyone else's, you couldn't help but have your mind linger there. it worried you, too, but while she was fretting over your scholastic impact (too good for this world), your train of thought was still quite singular in all things considered.

on a sigh you admitted back to her, "yeah, that's what i'm worried about."

"how do you mean..?"

you clicked your tongue and whined, "i mean they're some punk ass mean girl wannabes and they'll try that shit on you again..!"

you could hear her touched gasp, then the endeared little coo on her end of the line, and couldn't help but smile in return. "shut up."

"you're my best friendddddd." she sang to you, mimicking your earlier tone.

"shut up!" you whined again, cheesing. she probably knew how grateful you were to have her, but the fuzzy feelings you had to put aside for now, "i gotta go anyway, i ain't made dinner yet."

"it's so sweet how you cook for your mom."

"i hate you, bye."

you were antsy the entire day over your timing. tactical missions weren't exactly your strong point, so you were sweating over when the right time would be to be waiting on the grounds: to intercept bestie immediately as school was out, but not so early as to be caught by a morals committee snitch or any other free faculty when you were fresh on a suspension.

when the anxiety had crawled its way high enough to be rattling your eyeballs, you left out for the school courtyard. the way you figured, there would be some place or another to hide out if you caught sight of any potential problems. the possibility of a rebound gang-up was too high in your mind-- especially with the added confidence of your absence. those girls could've been anywhere. or sent anyone. they didn't seem like the type to understand a lesson only given to them once anyway. you were so acutely paranoid of a repeat, that you'd spent the entire afternoon and evening adjusting your hair for round two. you hadn't wanted to use your braiding hair to do feed-ins for a bun, you'd wanted to do box braids. but now they'd have to wait. the bun would be more practical. in the end, your disappointment was short lived. it wasn't what you'd planned, but the style still was pretty. and this way, your newly gifted hair-tie wouldn't go to waste.

you'd made it a little after the last bell, from what you could tell of things. students were just starting to come through the doors and spill onto the spacious plain of pavement separating the building from the street. with your eyes peeled, you hurried up the sidewalk to the school's front commons, moving with light feet--

"oi."

to be caught before you could even pass the steps.

turning to the intrusive voice, you matched stares with a short and dark-eyed blond, leaning against a motorcycle. and you were swiftly confused. this boy wasn't on the morals committee, clearly. he wasn't even in uniform. so what could he have wanted from--

"you're baji's girl, right?" his mellow voice asked. your forehead creased, and as precautionary measure, you looked around to see if there had been anyone else he may have meant. but he spoke again, after rubbing a pensive finger over his chin, like he'd known your name but forgotten it. "from yesterday."

"...i'm who?" you asked, glaring at him like he was undeniably crazed, before your neck nearly snapped to search the grounds behind you. you were here for bestie-- this boy had distracted you far too easily.

"relax! hey," he chuckled, far too chill. it reeled in your highly skeptical attention, and slowly, you turned to face him again. now you found him smiling, "i gave your friend a lift, she's home already."

your brows furrowed deeper than you'd ever felt them, and he responded with a closed-eyed grin before adding, "safe and sound."

you had to interrupt your own careening train of thought with your voice, and when it came, it was a tad snappier than you'd presumed it would be. "--who are you..!"

he didn't seemed fazed by it, when you were actually kinda positive you were starting to look insane your own self.

"i'm your ride," he answered, still unnervingly chill... and cheesing his ass off. and your time to ask questions was being cut short, as he began to mount his bike just after that non-intro he'd given you. as bound as you clearly still were to cluelessness, he held out a helmet for you. with that, it seemed he was finished with explanations for now, save for one. "baji had something he wanted you to see."

you stood, dumbfounded. maybe even with your jaw hanging. but he just gently nudged you a little further, voice still even and tepid-- as though there were nothing at all troubling with a stranger offering a motorbike ride outside of school.

"come on, I'll take you, it's quicker by bike," his heel nudged the kickstand free. and some unspoken force made you sure that there was no way to get out of going along. "i'll ride smooth for you, that helped your friend."

you wanted to decline, but some hypnotic inclination compelled you. this was the second mysterious boy to appear from nowhere before you, and your reaction was two for two. silently, you reached for the helmet he offered, and took a wobbly, unsure seat at his back.

"hold on to me, okay?" he said softly, waiting until your headgear was snugly secured. the engine exploded on, making your entire body rumble with its massive vibrations, "nice and smooth."

your arms curled around his lithe waist, and you could hear him laughing when the sudden motion and building speed drew a squeal out of you. yet, to your surprise, he kept to his word of making the drive as smooth as possible for you. his braking was gentle and his turns easy. on top of that, the ride was shorter than you expected-- maybe five or six blocks from the school.

what really caught you by surprise, though, was the destination. you'd expected to arrive outside of someone's house, or a park... some sort of meetup or hangout spot. this dude stopped you both at a sidewalk just at the side of some random street. granted, it was a street you hadn't been on, but still... you couldn't really fathom what could be shown to you here that couldn't have been shown to you at school.

it as only when you saw two other blonds-- one far taller than anyone else present, and another with an undercut-- both looking around your age, that you began to make any sense of this.

then, a bit ahead of the rest, you saw a head of raven tresses that effortlessly caught your eye.

"come on, come on," your driver ushered you along with no real hurry to his tone, "he's already gonna talk shit about me bringing you here late," he cut the bike engine and cut through your scattered thoughts, letting down the kickstand and dismounting. the greetings of the others to him sort of flew over your head-- you were too busy trying to not fuck up your brand new installed style with this fucking helmet to pay any attention to them. and trying to piece together who the fuck baji could be. but when the thing finally popped from your head, you inadvertently matched gazes with the same, amused set of golden eyes that had been grinning at your scraggly headed self slumped on the floor, just the previous day.

the look he wore changed almost immediately-- from what looked like a resting bitch face, to some kick over seeing you, to a dazzled and taken aback double-take once he saw your hair. his reaction made you feel like you were blushing; below a surprised frown his lips formed a tight 'o' in a silent wolf whistle, while he smoothed a hand over his hair-- gesturing just how much he liked your new braided up-do.

but he stood at a distance from the others, his body angled more up the street as he faced the bunch you were near. what was he doing? waiting for something?

"oi, baji. special delivery!" the blond called to him in english, making him chuckle lowly. you couldn't help but think that he was referring to you.

"uh-huh. it took you long enough! what--did you two stop at the salon on the damn way?" he barked back.

"you're one to fucking talk."

you were already about to yell over their shit talking and ask what the hell you had been delivered here for, but the short blond addressed you again.

"baji told us about your fight at school yesterday."

you felt your face crumpling in confusion-- especially seeing the muted grins of the other two at the mention of the day before, but he kept on as though this were a normal conversation. "he says your brothers taught you well."

that now counted two times that your brothers had been brought up by a complete stranger. it was well past uncomfortable to you, now.

"... what am i here for..?" you asked. a ton of dread suddenly hit you, feeling like a flush of ice. were you being auditioned for some sort of underground fight club? did these boys have a group of their girlfriends coming to jump you so you could replay the scrap yesterday to their satisfaction? or had your brothers somehow made enemies of a rival gang even overseas? because you certainly couldn't recall ever seeing any of these faces at school before...

"to watch him put on a show," the tallest blond of the trio droned you answer. his voice was low and mature, and though the sides and back of his head were completely shaven, vaguely like someone would do for a mohawk, he had a long plaited ponytail of the hair that was left. he sounded *over* whatever this was before it even started. but you were too distracted to be entirely certain, eyeing the dragon tattoo he had edging below his hair. "you impressed him so he wants to do the same."

you wanted to ask more, but that familiar, deep voice caught your attention by calling out from down the sidewalk, drawing your eyes to him and maybe five other dudes approaching behind him from the other end of the street.

"gotta show you what kinda ass-kickin' you can dish out when your hair ain't in the way."

his voice was only elevated enough to reach the four of you; aside from that, he seemed totally collected. and with five guys coming his way who looked more than hostile, you weren't sure whether to be impressed or terrified by him. without even fully facing the approaching group, he pulled another hair tie free from his pocket. he chose then to look you dead in your eyes, making your heart stall as he bit down on the elastic to gather his hair. he looped it into a high pony more slickly than you'd ever seen done, releasing it with a chuckle leaving his lips just as the opposing boys had approached him. "eyes on me, punchy fights."

that drew full chuckles from the others. you remained in the dark yet again, unaware of just how much you had been discussed by these four.

"so it was a good fight?" mikey asked, hearing baji bring up the scuffle the school grapevine had been murmuring over.

chifuyu pressed with his own questions, too, "at our school? during school?"

"and a two on one..." draken probed.

"hell yeah, american girl's nothing to fuck with. stomped their asses pretty shittin' good," he continued to brag, cheesing til his cheeks were sore. "and got brothers, too. you can tell they taught her some solid shit."

mikey hummed. highschool was boring on most accounts-- having a girl or two around that helped things stay less mind-numbing was a prospect he welcomed. "damn. i'm kinda mad i missed it, now. i haven't seen a good fight with girls in a long time. there's too much hair pulling most of the time."

"there'll be another one. she embarrassed some girls that were trying to build a rep," draken insisted. he knew of the levels of pride and pettiness in highschool kids wanting to make a name for themselves, even outside of the underground world.

"and with plenty'a punches," baji assured, "all hers are gonna be punchy fights, guaranteed."

he had barely turned when he took out the first one. it was an impossible act of physics: his arm extended straight out with a fist at its end, gripping the guy to snatch in for a headbutt and sending him to the ground, unconscious. now you were sure that the right response was to be terrified by baji. the next he took down while dodging a fist they threw, locking their arm to his side in a spin that turned his back to them, then throwing an elbow into their nose.

...he was fighting like how stuntmen performed choreography in action movies. none of it made sense-- nothing like that should have: no strength level, no fighting technique, nothing conducive to a dude winning a five-on-one should have ever existed. but within the next thirty seconds, he had.

two he had taken out at once, too quickly for you to register just how it happened-- but a beast-like throw of one he caught by the arm into the other laid the both of them out cold.

when the last lunged at him, he swung them round in a headlock, facing you with a thrilled grin shining on his face. it was the energy that belonged to a boy showing off a new action figure to his friends, not flaunting his next victim in a melee. this boy, you realized much much too late, was beyond dangerous.

"ne, punchy fights. recognize the face on this asshole?" he asked you, laughter clear in his voice. well, you assumed he had meant you, but you couldn't make out any resemblance and could only shake your head 'no', half in shock. he laughed again, socking the kid in his chokehold... once, then twice, then a third time. he kept at it, his cheshire grin stretching wider with each blow. when he'd crunched his knuckles into the bones of their face a seventh time, he stopped. "how 'bout now?"

you still drew a blank. but he didn't keep you hanging too long.

"those two you took on yesterday. they got brothers, too. the girl your friend beat down's got a cousin. and alllll three of 'em ran home and told on ya," he finally announced, like you would get the grandest delight from it. "so these asswipes were on their way to try some bullshit on you for fuckin' em up like you did and gettin' their little sisses and cousin suspended. ain't that right, you fuckin' pussy?" he asked the pulped up face leaking in the crook of his elbow, "thought you could come fuck with some girls cause you didn't teach your own blood how to fight for shit..." the guy didn't answer-- he'd been out since about the third or fourth hammer to his face.

with no further use for him, your twisted black haired vigilante threw him to the ground, no longer bothered with any of them now that they were smeared across the pavement, beaten.

when he'd reached the rest of you, none of the blonds acted as though this was out of the norm at all, and it put you I'll at ease. truthfully, you had been rattled to your core just hearing that one word come from him, as buried as it was in the rest. it echoed in your head the second he said it, and wouldn't stop. blood.

hearing it shook you like you'd seen a ghost. you couldn't even place your attention where it should have been: whatever this plot was that had been foiled by baji.

his smile was directly on you now, close enough for you to see those sharp canines clearly. "you tied that up with the one i gave you?" he asked, nodding to your new feed-ins.

your face heated up in a blaze when you remembered you had.

"yeah," you answered, "you said quit brawling like i had short hair."

a feral smirk crawled into his lips slowly, and the drawn out chuckle he responded with made you terrified again. something about the consequences of gaining this dude's attention boded negatively with you. it felt too familiar, and now, too close.

"looks good."

"maybe you can help ken-chin, he braids sloppy," the one who drove you said, making the tallest blond sneer.

"shut up, mikey."

you observed the four of them as they fell into a banter among themselves, trying to make out their connections to one another. and it didn't slip your notice that mr. five-straight-knockouts was closest to you, nearly shoulder to shoulder as you all collectively loitered there.

"that's your name for me, now? punchy fights?" you asked him coolly, trying to stay below enough on the radar so as to not interrupt the others. he blinked, eyeing you sideways, so intensely that your heart kicked against your chest. he gave it a moment to calm, though, slipping the tie from his silky head and shaking out the tightness left behind.

there was no answer he gave. in fact, there wasn't a word further at all that he directed to you. instead he called out "chifuyu" (who you learned to be the blond with the undercut), before suggesting that they go eat, leaving you bewildered as they all then left you alone with your ride.

"ah, no invites yet," he turned to you, beaming with his hands in his pockets, "i'm still your ride. ready for me to take you home?"

you snorted, "i can walk home right from where you picked me the fuck up, mikey-san," you answered with a brow cocked, causing him to blink. it caught him by surprise-- but after a tense, quiet moment between the two of you, you could see to your relief that it was a pleasant surprise.

"you're smart. i see why baji's impressed," he commended. you had just met him and been introduced to his delinquency, and thought that through before accepting his offer to take you home. why that didn't offend him was beyond you, but he was very pleased.

"so let's get you outta here, then, punchy-chan."

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