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nanaosaki3940 · 1 year ago

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Memories Of Midnight Skies [Tokyo Revengers]

(Almost follows the canon storyline of TR & is up-to-date with the manga.)

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Angst.

Pairings: Keisuke Baji X OC.

Status: On-going.

Note: A small snippet from my original TR fanfic "Scarlet Promises In Tokyo [Tokyo Revengers]". I know this is an xOC fic but you can read it as self-insert if you want. Also "Scarlet Promises In Tokyo [Tokyo Revengers]" is the Bonten Timeline Arc side story of my main TR fanfic named "A Condition Called Love [Tokyo Revengers]"

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I’m waiting for you, throwing pennies, making wishes. I’m wishing only for you, always for you. Come back to me. I'll fight for you, I’ll fight for us. Wish for me too and I’ll make it come true. I love you forever and longer.

~ Keisuke Baji.

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To Keisuke Baji, in the realm of beauty, where contrasts meet in harmonious convergence, Nana Osaki always stood as a masterpiece woven from the threads of both ethereal beauty and indomitable spirit. Her form mirrored the grace of a proud willow tree that carried the refinement of a dancer's line combined with the grace of a warrior, swaying in harmony with the wind yet resilient in its stance against the world. Her frame, tall, slender, and lithe, was akin to a sculpture carved by the hands of ancient deities or the brushstrokes of a master artist, an embodiment of elegance and poise that spoke of strength that knew no bounds where every inch of her figure spoke of delicacy, grace, and quiet resilience, creating a tapestry of captivating contrasts, commanding attention without ever needing to demand it while drawing the eye as if it were captivated by a masterpiece.

Her eyes, reminiscent of twilight's embrace and ancient amber, held the soft glow of brownish amber hue with a hint of shimmering gold, like the first rays of sunrise kissing the horizon, capturing the essence of forgotten stories within their depths. They were windows to a world steeped in wisdom, kindness, and understanding, their depths holding the stories of countless souls and the compassion that fueled her every action, inviting those who would look into them to wander into the vast expanse of her soul; eyes that held secrets and stories that shimmered in their warm, brownish gaze. A golden aura enveloped her gaze, a silent whisper of her inner fire and a reflection of the light she carried within. Those eyes, like pools of liquid sunlight, possessed the power to unravel the mysteries of the human heart with a single glance. Her gaze was an open book of empathy and understanding, drawing others in with an allure that was both enchanting and comforting.

Flowing from her crown like midnight rivers, a cascade of jet-black silk framed her countenance in an aura of paradox and temptation, a testament to the night's embrace and the juxtaposition of strength and vulnerability that resided within her. Her hair, smooth and lustrous as moonlight on water, fell like a silken waterfall, draping her shoulders with an air of mystique as if the starlit heavens themselves had woven into her hair, each strand whispering tales of moonlit adventures and dreams woven in the night. It was a river of mystery that danced with every movement, shimmering with an alluring charm. The touch of her hair was like a kiss of silk against the skin, a tactile embodiment of the elegance that graced her every gesture. Her hair was not just a mere accessory but an extension of her essence, a testament to her resilience and the smooth, confident stroke with which she painted her life. It was as if the night sky itself had intertwined with her strands, forming an intricate tapestry that captured both the enigma of the cosmos and the radiant allure of a starlit night.

Her skin, kissed by the sun's gentle touch, bore the warm hue of ivory, a radiance reminiscent of the first blush of dawn and the moonlight softly dancing on a tranquil lake. It was a canvas that portrayed not only the beauty of her exterior but also the tenderness and warmth that resided within her heart, reciting a story of endurance and grace. Her complexion, unblemished and pure, seemed to carry the touch of a thousand whispered blessings, forming a canvas upon which the brilliance of her character shined through. It was as if her skin absorbed the glow of the world around her, emitting an aura of warmth that enveloped those fortunate enough to be near. And those enviably long eyelashes that framed her eyes were like the fringes of curtains that unveiled a grand performance, hinting at the secrets hidden beneath. Just like a delicate porcelain doll, untouched by the hands of time, her complexion was unmarred, evidence of the purity of her spirit and her unwavering commitment to self-care.

Nana’s features, a harmonious blend of softness and sharpness, were an intriguing dance of contradictions. Like a rose with thorns, she exuded both innocence and allure, her visage possessing an almost ethereal quality, capturing the essence of a fleeting dream and the reality of an enigmatic enchanter. The delicate arch of her eyebrows and the gentle curve of her lips reflected a balance between vulnerability and power. With the charm of a siren and the sweetness of a spring breeze, she could cast a spell that entranced all who encountered her. Her hands, with their slender fingers and naturally pink-colored nails, were akin to the petals of a fragile rose—delicate and beautiful yet capable of withstanding storms. Her hands, an extension of her heart's endeavors, were an embodiment of the care and dedication she poured into everything she touched.

Although her beauty was not confined to the physical; it emanated from the depths of her being, a reflection of her multifaceted and luminous personality which was like a rare gem. She was a gentle wind that carried encouragement and support, a fierce blaze of determination and boldness that lit up the darkest paths, and an unyielding force of nature that refused to be swayed from her principles. Her heart, a wellspring of empathy, flowed with the compassion of a nurturing river, a source of strength for those who sought solace.

Nana was a paradox—gentle, yet fiercely determined; nurturing, yet unyielding in her convictions. She navigated life's labyrinth with the tenacity of a warrior, her heart brimming with empathy for those she held dear. Her courage was like the fire of a phoenix, always ready to rise from the ashes. In her presence, the air was charged with determination, like the first rays of dawn breaking through a stormy sky. She was like the unwavering lighthouse, guiding ships through treacherous waters with the steadfastness of her character.

She was a radiant constellation in the night sky, each facet of her personality shined with its own brilliance, an embodiment of strength, beauty, and unyielding resilience. Her personality was an intricate dance of contrasts, like the delicate balance between light and shadow, a symphony of emotions, each note blending seamlessly to create a unique melody. She was a beacon of maturity and wisdom, her insight into the human heart was akin to a jeweler's precision in revealing the facets of each soul.

Like a diamond, she shined with brilliance and authenticity, possessing the strength to hold her own ground and guide others along their journeys. Much like a star, she emanated an energy that inspired and uplifted, propelling others to reach for their aspirations. Her wisdom was a wellspring that flowed deep within, carrying the echoes of generations before her. It was as if she held an ancient tome of knowledge, deciphering the human heart with an innate understanding that belied her years. And though she possessed the wisdom of ages which was akin to the hushed whispers of ancient trees, her spirit remained youthful, a reminder that beauty was not merely skin deep but a reflection of the soul's radiant light.

Nana's essence was like the harmonious notes of a heartfelt melody, rising and falling with the rhythm of life. She was a living testament to the duality of existence—a perfect balance of fragility and fortitude, a rare jewel glistening under the sun. Like a beacon of inspiration, Nana immersed herself in every endeavor, her dedication a catalyst for those around her to strive for their best. Her kindness flowed like a river, nurturing connections with the tenderness of a gentle stream, while her fierceness commanded respect, like the roaring waves that shaped the shoreline. Her compassion, vast and boundless, was like a field of wildflowers, offering solace and understanding to all who crossed her path.

In the grand tapestry of existence, Nana Osaki stood as a work of art woven with the threads of compassion, empathy, unwavering love, strength, and integrity. A canvas where contrasts meet in elegant harmony, she embodied the true essence of beauty—both in appearance and in soul.

Meanwhile, in the eyes of Nana Osaki, where every thread weaved a unique story, Keisuke Baji always stood as a bold brushstroke of vibrant color and intensity — a tempestuous soul adorned with the hues of adventure, charm, and charisma. His presence was like a tempest that stirred the calm, a whirlwind of wild energy that danced on the edge of recklessness, a kaleidoscope of qualities that enthralled and captivated those who crossed his path. Baji, a force of nature in human form that defied the mundane, held within him the essence of a thunderstorm — the thrill of adrenaline coursing through his veins like lightning seeking its target. His physical form always exuded an aura that beckoned attention. Tall and commanding, he stood as a sentinel of the extraordinary, his presence a magnet for those drawn to the allure of the untamed.

With a charismatic flair that rivaled the sun's brilliance, Baji managed to rise above the ordinary like a shooting star streaking across the night sky. His every step carried a magnetic charm, drawing those around him into the gravitational pull of his presence. Charisma was his birthright, and his aura was a testament to the art of capturing attention without uttering a word.

Unpredictability always danced in his eyes, bronzed orbs that reflected the fire of adventure burning deep within. They held a thousand tales, each flicker of emotion painting the canvas of his soul with shades of fervor and fervency. His eyes were windows to the thrill-seeker's soul, offering a glimpse into the whirlwind of passion that propelled him forward.

A smirk, a perpetual companion etched upon his lips, hinted at the eternal spring of confidence that resided within him, a mark of his carefree defiance against life's trials, a daring grin that challenged the very fabric of fate itself, inviting anyone in its presence to join him on his audacious adventures. In the face of adversity, he stood unyielding, an embodiment of cocky assurance that dared fate itself to challenge him. It was this unwavering self-assurance that drew admirers like moths to a flame, a siren's call that beckoned them to join in the dance of life's uncertain tides.

A 90s rock star personified, Baji’s appearance was a canvas painted with a mix of edge and elegance which carried the echoes of that era's rebellious spirit. His appearance was a symphony of artistic contrasts where his features were both a puzzle and a masterpiece, a blend of ruggedness and allure that was impossible to ignore. His tall muscular frame carried an air of both strength and grace like an unyielding pillar. His long, slightly wavy jet-black hair, cascading like a waterfall down his shoulders, was a testament to his untamed spirit, carrying the weight of tales yet untold that whispered of midnight escapades and secrets shared under moonlit skies. Those locks of his were reminiscent of midnight tendrils that swayed with each step he took, echoing the rhythm of his heart; a heart that beat in sync with the thrill of life's wild dance. And within the depths of his bronze-colored eyes that looked like molten copper illuminated by a hidden fire held a fiery glint mirroring his spirit's undying flame, one would find the reflection of a spirit that sought thrill in the face of challenge. Those eyes held the promise of excitement and unpredictability. And when he grinned, those two sharp canine teeth emerged like twin sentinels guarding his enigmatic smirk, lending him the air of a wolf, a symbol of his untamed spirit. His signature smirk could make the universe pause its movements to admire its own creation; the personification of a confident defiance that refused to bow before adversity.

His countenance spoke of the thrilling escapades that color his existence, each line and curve etched by the stories he had woven into his being. Yet, within those depths, one could glimpse a sea of complexities, emotions that surged like waves against the shores of his confident exterior.

But it was not just his appearance that set Baji apart; it was the symphony of his personality, a whirlwind of contradictions, a dance of fire and ice that captivated all who came in contact with him. With a confidence that defied the very fabric of doubt, he would stride through challenges with the audacity of a warrior and the grace of a troubadour. His charm was like a magnetic force and his charismatic allure was like the siren's call, impossible to resist, drawing all those who dared to come close into his orbit while igniting a spark of inspiration in their souls. He was the embodiment of adventure, an explorer of the unknown, leaving a trail of memories in his wake like stars in the night sky. With a penchant for embracing risk, he laughed in the face of danger, finding solace in the midst of chaos. His unpredictability kept the world on its toes, a constant reminder that life was meant to be lived on the edge.

And beneath the tempestuous exterior, the bravado and the audacity, lay a heart of gold, beating in tune with the rhythm of loyalty and affection. His love was fierce, his care boundless, his loyalty unbreakable. Sacrifice was his language of devotion, a testament to the lengths he would go to shield his loved ones from harm's way. He was a guardian of camaraderie, a protector of friendships who would wield his loyalty as both shield and sword and a sentinel against the shadows that sought to cast a pall over their lives. His emotions were a tidal wave, crashing against the shores of his soul, powerful and deep, unapologetically expressive in their fervor, and a witness to the depth of his connection to others while his affection was a tempestuous force, capable of both gentle caresses and fierce embraces, reflecting his devotion to those he held dear.

In the arena of conflict, Baji's presence was a harmony of strategy and action. A wolfish grin, as if borrowed from the very creatures that hunted in packs, lent an air of primal ferocity to his every move. He was a warrior with an instinctual understanding of combat, a readiness to defend and protect etched into the very set of his shoulders. In the midst of chaos, Baji's intellect shined like a beacon of light. Among his peers, he stood as a luminous star, his mind a vast canvas painted with insights and brilliance, and his intelligence manifested in his astute understanding of human nature and the world around him. Beneath the veneer of recklessness, his heart pulsated with a fierce compassion that fueled his actions and compelled him to stand against injustice. He despised deceit, for his own spirit was a vessel of authenticity. His actions were an unspoken anthem of his devotion to those he loved, each step a testimony to his unwavering resolve.

In a world where contradictions harmonize, Keisuke Baji stood as an artwork that defied definition; a canvas splashed with audacious strokes of courage, loyalty, and charm. He was the mosaic of confidence, charisma, and wild spirit; the living monument to the beauty of individuality; the embodiment of the free-spirited rebels who dared to embrace life's twists and turns with open arms. He was the rock star of his own journey, a walking symphony of adventure, loyalty, and the indomitable spirit that echoed rock anthems and refused to be contained by the mundane, leaving an indelible mark upon the hearts of those lucky enough to know him.

On one fine day, the school corridors buzzed with the energy of students rushing to their classes, their voices creating a symphony of chatter, but for Nana and Baji, the world seemed to slow down, their shared laughter and banter creating a bubble of warmth and harmonious melody around them.

“You know, Kei, for someone who loves thrills and adventure, you seem awfully calm right now…” Nana teased him with a smirk as they walked through the corridor.

“Well, Nana, not everything can be a heart-pounding adrenaline rush. Sometimes, a quiet walk down the hallway is exactly what I need...” Baji stated, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh please, I'm surprised you're not scaling that tree over there just for fun…” Nana playfully scoffed as she pointed at a random tree outside the school building through the windows of the large corridor.

In response, Baji grinned, his signature smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

“Maybe I'm saving that for next time. Wouldn't want to outshine you too much, Nana…” Baji muttered, leaning closer.

Nana's eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and challenge.

“Outshine me? Oh Keisuke, you forget I can handle my own. Maybe I should climb that tree and show you how it's done…” Nana countered back, tilting her head to the side.

Baji's laughter danced in the air, a melody that Nana found inexplicably heartwarming.

“Seriously, you never cease to surprise me. But be careful up there, I might have to come to the rescue if you get stuck…” Baji stated, his voice softening.

Nana's cheeks warmed at the implication behind his words, the line between playful teasing and something more becoming increasingly blurred.

“I'll have you know that I'm a master tree climber. You're the one who might need the rescuing…” Nana feigned indignation.

“You know, Nana, I still remember the time you tried to climb that tree and got stuck halfway up…” Baji grinned mischievously.

“You're never going to let that go, are you? I was just a kid!” Nana sighed, rolling her eyes playfully.

“Hey, don't underestimate the legendary Tree-Climbing Incident. It's part of our history now.” Baji chuckled out loud.

“Well, if I remember correctly, it was you who challenged me to climb it in the first place, you dumbass.” Nana pouted.

“Oh, was it? My memory might be a bit hazy.” Baji smirked again, feigning innocence.

“Hazy, my foot! You practically dared me, and I couldn't resist proving you wrong!” Nana chuckled in response.

“Admit it, though. You liked the thrill…” Baji stated, leaning in, his voice a playful whisper.

“Maybe I did. But unlike someone I know, I have a sense of self-preservation…” Nana responded back, matching his tone.

“Come on, Nana, where's your sense of adventure? Life's too short to play it safe all the time!” Baji grinned.

“Hm, I don't know, Kei. Maybe I've been too busy being the responsible one, keeping you out of trouble…” Nana hummed, pretending to think.

“Hey now, I resent that. I'm perfectly capable of staying out of trouble... occasionally…” Baji mocked the offense.

“Occasionally being the keyword here…” Nana pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay, fine, you got me. But admit it, Nana, there's a little part of you that secretly enjoys the chaos…” Baji laughed.

“Oh please, chaos is your department, not mine…” Nana stated playfully.

“You're just saying that because you're afraid of admitting the truth.” Baji grinned.

“And what's the truth, according to you?” Nana asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

“The truth is, that underneath all that maturity and responsibility, there's a wild spirit in you too. A spirit that's not afraid to take risks and embrace the thrill of life.” Baji whispered, leaning in closer, his voice softer than before.

Nana's heart skipped a beat, his words hitting closer to home than she was willing to admit.

“Oh, is that so? And what makes you think you've got me all figured out?” Nana asked, trying to play it cool.

“I've got my ways…” Baji replied cheekily with a wink.

“Well, maybe you're right. Maybe I do like a little adventure every now and then…” Nana laughed softly at him.

“See, I knew it. We're not so different, you and me.” Baji smirked, voice softening.

Their eyes locked, a flicker of something more profound passing between them. The playful teasing had taken on a different quality; a gentle undercurrent that hinted at the unspoken feelings they were both beginning to realize.

“You're impossible, you know that?” Nana smiled, lightly pushing his shoulder.

“And you're my partner in crime…” Baji grinned at her once again, his tone teasing yet sincere.

“Now that I think about it, I heard you tried to impress everyone with your skateboard tricks yesterday…” Nana pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, you heard about that, huh? Well, someone's got to keep the crowd entertained!” Baji smirked proudly.

“And risk breaking every bone in your body in the process? Very impressive, indeed.” Nana sighed, playfully rolling her eyes in the process.

Baji's smirk was unrelenting, his eyes dancing with a mischief that Nana found irresistible.

“Maybe you should try skateboarding too.” Baji challenged her with a grin.

Nana's laughter filled the air, a melody that seemed to echo in Baji's heart.

“Oh, I don't know, Kei. I might just show you up and steal your thunder…” Nana mocked.

Baji's eyes gleamed with a challenge that only fueled the fire of their playful exchange.

“Oh, I wouldn't mind being outshone by you, Nana. It's a risk I'm willing to take…” Baji whispered.

Nana's cheeks tinged with a faint blush, her heart beating a little faster in response to the playful flirtation.

“Don't get too confident, Mr. Daredevil. I might just surprise you…” Nana playful scoffed at him.

Baji's gaze held a warmth that seemed to melt away the distance between them, turning their banter into something more meaningful.

“You've always been full of surprises. It's one of the things I love about you…” Baji admitted, voice softening again.

“You know, Keisuke, you're going to get us both in trouble one of these days with your reckless stunts…” Nana playfully rolled her eyes again, slightly shaking her head.

“Trouble is my middle name, Nana. And you just admitted that you secretly enjoy the chaos too...” Baji grinned mischievously.

“But that doesn't mean I won't be the voice of reason when you decide to jump off the roof for fun…” Nana pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

Baji's eyes twinkled with a mixture of challenge and amusement.

“If I ever do that, you'll be the first one I'll call for a daring rooftop escape, Nana…” Baji grinned at her.

Nana's cheeks flushed slightly, her heart skipping a beat at the closeness of his words.

“You're lucky I have a soft spot for daredevils.” Nana scoffed at him. “Besides, someone has to keep you from getting yourself killed, Keisuke…”

“Oh, I just have a way of turning even the simplest things into an adventure. What can I do? That’s just my charm!” Baji sighed playfully and Nana rolled her eyes again, smirking slightly. “Also, you’re right; I'm always counting on you to keep me in check. Someone's gotta be the voice of reason, you know!”

Nana's laughter tinkled through the air, a melody that felt like home.

“Oh, so now I'm your designated safety net? How thrilling.” Nana stated playfully.

“Hey, don't underestimate the power of a safety net.” Baji mocked the offense. “Besides, who else is gonna keep up with me?”

Nana's gaze met his, a twinkle of challenge dancing in her eyes.

“Keep up with you?” Nana asked, raising an eyebrow. “Please, Keisuke, I've been keeping up since we were three. And don't even get me started on your grand entrances.”

“What can I say? I've got a reputation to uphold. Gotta make sure people remember me!” Baji feigned innocence.

“Trust me, Kei, you're unforgettable…” Nana admitted softly.

The admission hung in the air, a fragile yet potent thread that connected their hearts in a way they had never fully realized before. Baji's gaze softened, the challenge in his eyes replaced by a tenderness that stole Nana's breath away. Nana's heartbeat seemed to synchronize with the rhythm of their conversation, her eyes locking with Baji's in a moment that held unspoken promises. Baji's smirk transformed into a genuine smile, a smile that reached his eyes and tugged at Nana's heartstrings. Nana's breath caught, her fingers tingling with a desire to reach out and touch his hand. Baji's gaze held a depth of emotion that took her breath away.

Hours later the lunch break started and the two of them found themselves sitting on a bench, eating lunch together, their shoulders occasionally brushing against each other, the air between them seemed to carry a newfound charge. The air was filled with the soft rustling of leaves and the distant hum of the other students around the school grounds, setting the stage for a conversation that danced on the delicate line between innocence and something more.

After finishing having lunch together, Baji lounged against a bench, his signature smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he watched Nana intently. She was engrossed in sketching, her fingers moving with a grace that seemed to infuse life into the paper.

“You're really into that, huh? What masterpiece are you creating today?” Baji asked, leaning in playfully.

Nana chuckled in response and her laughter tinkled like a melody, her gaze flickering up to meet Baji's with a mischievous glint.

“Just a masterpiece that might be too wild for your taste. I don't want to overwhelm your delicate senses…” Nana teased him.

“Delicate?” Baji mocked the offense, scoffing. “Nah, I'm a man of rugged taste, you know that.”

Nana's eyes sparkled with amusement as she leaned in, her voice a gentle challenge.

“Rugged taste, huh? Does that explain your fascination with danger and adrenaline rushes?” Nana asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Like I’ve been saying earlier; you should try it sometime…” Baji grinned at her.

Nana's laughter bubbled up once again, a soft melody that tugged at Baji's heartstrings.

“Oh, I don't know, Kei. I've always been more of a "calculated risks" kind of person…” Nana responded back playfully.

Baji's smirk grew wider, his eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and something deeper.

“Calculated risks, huh?” Baji asked with a playful grin, leaning in closer once again. “That's cute. But you know what they say about risks, right? The bigger, the better. And talking about risks, you know, I heard they're having a motorcycle race downtown this weekend. You in?”

“Are you just trying to find new and creative ways to give me a heart attack?” Nana asked, raising an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Nah, just thought you could use a little fun in your life…” Baji laughed.

“Oh please, like I need any more fun in life. I've got my hands full keeping up with you…” Nana sighed, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation.

“It's not real fun unless you're there to keep me in check…” Baji winked at her.

“You know, Kei, if I had a nickel for every time I've had to rescue you from your own schemes, I'd be a millionaire by now…” Nana chuckled, shaking her head.

“And yet, here you are, still by my side, always ready to bail me out…” Baji muttered, leaning in closer.

“That's what best friends are for, right?” Nana asked, meeting his gaze, her voice softening and in response, Baji's smirk faded, replaced by a look of sincerity that caught Nana off guard.

“Yeah, but you're more than just a best friend to me, Nana…” Baji replied softly.

Nana's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks warming as she struggled to find the right words.

“Oh, is that so? And what am I to you then, Mr. Hotshot?” Nana questioned playfully, regaining her composure as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“You're the one who makes my heart race even without the need for motorcycles or crazy stunts…” Baji responded back, his voice a low murmur.

Nana's breath caught, her eyes locked onto his, the air between them electric.

“Well, I can't promise to save you from all your wild ideas, but I can promise to be there to make sure you're not too banged up afterward…” Nana teased.

“That's all I need, Nana. Someone to pick up the pieces when I crash and burn…” Baji smirked at her and this caused Nana's laughter to bubble up, the tension that had hung between them dissipating into the warm afternoon air.

“I guess that's what I signed up for when I became best friends with the town's resident troublemaker…” Nana stated softly.

“Hey, it's all part of my charm, right?” Baji grinned, flashing out his pointy canines.

“If you say so, Kei…” Nana smiled playfully at him once again.

As the school bell chimed, signaling the end of their conversation and the beginning of their next class, Nana and Baji found themselves standing at the precipice of something new, something they had only just begun to explore. Their laughter mingled; a secret language that only they could understand, a language that spoke of unspoken feelings and a connection that defied the passage of time. In that fleeting moment, as their eyes locked and their words lingered in the air, they were both acutely aware that the line between playful teasing and subtle flirtation weaving seamlessly into the fabric of their friendship and something deeper had been crossed—a line that led to a future neither could reasonably predict, but both were eager to embrace. Little did they know that this dance of words was the prelude to a love story that had been silently blossoming since their childhood days, waiting to unfurl its petals in the light of their shared journey.

Later that evening, the night sky stretched out above them, a canvas dotted with stars that seemed to wink at the world below while the night air was electric with the hum of the city. The streets of Tokyo were drawn out before Nana and Baji as they embarked on a late-night adventure. Baji's Goki motorbike rumbled beside them, the engine's purr a symphony of freedom, a glint of excitement dancing in their eyes.

“You sure we're not gonna get arrested for this? Speeding through the city like a couple of rebels?” Nana asked a bit in concern, clasping her helmet under her arm.

“Come on, Nana, who can resist the thrill of the open road at night?” Baji grinned at her mischievously.

“You sound like you're trying to convince me this is a good idea…” Nana noted, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Nah, just making sure you're ready to hold on tight, in case we decide to break a few speed limits.” Baji winked at her.

“Hope you're actually not planning on doing it…” Nana stated in a skeptical tone, raising an eyebrow.

Baji's signature smirk graced his lips, his gaze locking onto hers with a challenge.

“What's the fun in following the rules all the time? Besides, who needs speed limits when you've got me as your guide?” Baji responded back with his signature wolfish grin. “I have no doubt that you'll be clinging onto me for dear life once we hit the open road.”

Nana's heart raced at his confident words, a mixture of apprehension and exhilaration coursing through her veins.

“Oh please, you're not the only one who knows how to handle a motorbike!” Nana scoffed playfully at him. “Besides, I've faced scarier things than your attempts at speed demon driving.”

“That's what I love about you, Nana. You're always up for a challenge...” Baji whispered, leaning closer to her face while Nana's cheeks warmed at the intensity of his gaze, her heart fluttering in response.

“Well, I've always been the responsible one, but I guess I can let loose a little tonight.” Nana sighed, pursing her lips a bit.

“That's the spirit!!” Baji grinned, his eyes gleaming. “So just hold on tight, and let's give the city a run for its money!”

With a quick, fluid movement, Baji swung a leg over the motorbike and patted the seat behind him.

“Ready to put your bravery to the test, Nana?” Baji smirked, revving the engine.

In response, Nana's lips curled into a daring smile as she straddled the seat behind him. As they both straddled the bike, the close proximity sent a shiver down Nana's spine, a shiver that she couldn't quite attribute solely to the night air.

“Buckle up, babydoll, you're in for the ride of your life…” Baji whispered in a daring tone.

As the engine roared to life, they sped off into the night, the wind rushing against them like a whispered promise of adventure. The city lights painted and blurred into streaks of color across their path, shimmering like a sea of stars, a vibrant backdrop to the chemistry that crackled between them. They zipped through the streets on Baji's roaring motorbike and the wind whipped against their faces. Nana's heart raced, not just from the speed, but from the exhilarating feeling of being so close to Baji. The cool night air ruffled their hair and carried their laughter as they embraced the exhilarating freedom of the open road.

“Hold on tight, Nana!” Baji shouted over the wind.

Nana's arms instinctively tightened around Baji's waist, her heart racing in sync with the rhythm of the bike's engine.

“I can't believe you talked me into this, Keisuke! This is insane! You're driving like a maniac!” Nana exclaimed, her voice slightly raised to be heard over the wind.

“Isn't that why you love hanging out with me?!” Baji grinned over his shoulder, laughing, his voice laced with mischief. “Come on, Nana! It's just a little late-night joyride!”

“More like a recipe for disaster!” Nana replied, rolling her eyes. “But I guess I'm used to your crazy antics by now!”

Baji's laughter rang out, the sound weaving through the night like a melody. A melody that Nana couldn't help but find contagious.

“I swear, Keisuke, one of these days you're going to get us both arrested!” Nana scolded him playfully, rolling her eyes.

“If I ever do, you'll be the first one I call to bail us out, Nana!” Baji stated, leaning into a turn.

Nana's fingers tightened their grip around him, her laughter blending with the rush of the wind.

“Oh no, you're on your own if you manage to land us in trouble!” Nana shouted over the roar of the engine and Baji's grin held a hint of challenge, his eyes sparking with mischief.

“We're in this together, Nana. Always have been, always will be!” Baji winked in response, teasing her. “Just admit it, you’re secretly loving it!”

“Oh please, don't let your ego get too big.” Nana scoffed, a playful glint in her eyes. “Just because I'm on this deathtrap with you doesn't mean I'm enjoying it!”

“Deathtrap, huh?” Baji asked as he leaned slightly closer, his voice a low rumble. “I promise I'll keep you safe, Nana. You're in good hands!”

Nana's heart raced, her grip on Baji's waist tightening involuntarily.

“I'm not worried. After all, who needs a seatbelt when they have a reckless driver like you?” Nana noted, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Seatbelts are overrated. You trust me, right?” Baji asked, his smirk audible in his voice.

“Of course I do, Kei. Always have…” Nana muttered, her voice softer.

Zooming through the city, the night air was alive with laughter and adrenaline, their shared laughter mingled with each other echoing through the streets of Tokyo, a melody that painted the night with a touch of magic. But amidst the adrenaline and excitement, there was a layer of unspoken tension, a connection that seemed to intensify with each passing moment.

“You always have a way of making even the most reckless things seem like the best idea, Kei… Don't think I haven't noticed…” Nana mumbled playfully, leaning closer on his back, tightening her grip on his waist.

“It's a gift, Nana…” Baji replied with a cocky grin. “And, reckless? Nah, I prefer to think of it as living life to the fullest. And who better to share it with than you?”

Nana's laughter mingled with the soft night breeze, a symphony that echoed their unspoken feelings. To them, every moment with each other was an adventure. From childhood antics to late-night rides, it was all a part of their story. Nana's heart swelled with a warmth that matched the glow of the city lights.

“Just promise me you won't steer us into any trouble tonight, Keisuke…” Nana muttered, her voice a mixture of playfulness and vulnerability.

“I promise to keep us on the right side of trouble, Nana…” Baji grinned with a hint of tenderness, glancing at her. “And speaking of ideas, how about we race to that neon-lit intersection up ahead?”

“You sure you can reach there in 15 seconds?” Nana smirked back, a glint of challenge in her eyes.

“I’ll reach there in 10 seconds.” Baji countered back, accepting the challenge.

The race was a blur of adrenaline and laughter, a shared moment that etched itself into their memories. As they slowed down, breathless and exhilarated, their eyes met in a silent exchange that spoke volumes.

“Show-off…” Nana commented playfully before grinning at him. “Fine, you win this time, Kei. But I'll be sure to challenge you again soon.”

“Looking forward to it. Just be ready to eat my dust.” Baji smirked in response.

As they zoomed through the city, the night seemed to hold its breath and their words flowed effortlessly between them, seeming to carry a weight that went beyond mere banter; each sentence was more than just a dance of playful banter and unspoken attraction. Nana felt a flutter in her chest, an ache of longing that she couldn't quite put into words.

“You know, Nana…” Baji muttered, leaning back closer to her, his words almost a whisper. “There's something about the rush of the wind and the lights of the city that makes me feel alive. The thrill of the night makes everything feel... electrifying.

Nana's heart skipped a beat at the vulnerability in his words, her own feelings bubbling up to the surface.

“And you're the one who's always managed to make even the simplest moments feel like an adventure, Kei…” Nana responded back, matching his tone, her voice a mixture of playfulness and sincerity.

Baji's gaze met hers for a lingering moment, the cityscape reflecting in his eyes like stars in the night sky.

“Maybe because when I'm with you, every moment is an adventure…” Baji admitted softly.

The words hung in the air, a promise and a confession wrapped up in a single sentence. Nana's heart was pounding not just from the speed, but from the intensity of their connection.

“And it’s moments like these that remind us we're alive…” Nana whispered.

Hearing those words, Baji's gaze met hers in the rearview mirror, a spark of something deeper shining in his eyes, and in response, Nana's cheeks flushed, her heartbeat drowning out the roar of the engine. To Baji, Nana always managed to turn the ordinary into something extraordinary. And to Nana, Baji had a way of turning chaos into a beautiful adventure.

Their words lingered in the air, the wind carrying their laughter and their unspoken feelings, a delicate thread woven between them that held the promise of something more. The engine roared to life and the wind whipped through their hair. As they continued to race through the night, they discovered that sometimes, the thrill of a late-night ride was just the beginning of a journey they had been on all along that transcended the physical speed of the motorbike; the journey of discovering a love that had quietly taken root in the heart of their friendship. With every turn, every shared laugh, and every stolen glance, they were inching closer to the truth that they had only just begun to acknowledge. Their feelings for each other were as exhilarating as any adventure they had embarked upon. They were not just riding down the streets of Tokyo; they were navigating the uncharted territory of their own emotions, exploring the boundaries of friendship, and something that felt undeniably like love with an unspoken connection singing in harmony with the rhythm of the night.

~~~~~

While recalling back a certain memory of Nana and himself, Baji stared at the old photograph, the edges worn from countless glances. The three of them, young and wild, grinning under the setting sun at a beach, the wind ruffling their hair; Mikey, Nana, and himself. The trio who had been the leaders of their own world and had once ruled the streets of Tokyo as the Tokyo Manji Gang. The three of them had been inseparable – Mikey with his charming pranks, Nana with her quiet wisdom, and Baji with his hunger for adventure. A bitter pang of nostalgia mixed with a determined fire surged within Baji's chest. It had been years, yet the memories remained as vivid as ever.

As he sat in his dimly lit apartment, Baji's police uniform hung on a chair nearby, a stark reminder of his new reality. His resolve to find Nana had only grown stronger with each passing day. Pushing the photograph aside, he picked up a well-worn notebook, pages filled with scribbles and leads.

Baji's reflection stared back at him from the mirror. His once carefree eyes now held a steely determination.

"I won't stop until I find you, Nana..." he murmured to himself, clutching the notebook.

The conflict within him was a storm of emotions. Duty tugged at him with the force of his badge, urging him to uphold the law. But love, love was an anchor that tied him to Nana, pulling him toward her like a magnet. He remembered the moments they had shared, the adventures, the laughter, the stolen kisses. The love they had was real, undeniable.

His phone buzzed on the table, jolting him from his reverie.

"Baji here…" he answered with a practiced calm.

"Got something for you, Baji-san…” it was his partner, Hiroshi. “We might have a lead on Osaki-san’s whereabouts…”

Baji's heart raced, hope mingling with skepticism. He listened carefully as Hiroshi relayed the information about a series of recent transactions linked to a powerful underworld figure.

"Could be Bonten…" Hiroshi said, mentioning the notorious mafia gang that had taken control.

Baji's grip on the phone tightened. Bonten. The name sent a shiver down his spine. It was said that they operated in the shadows, pulling strings that even the police couldn't reach. And if Nana was indeed with them, it made the situation infinitely more complicated.

After ending the call, Baji glanced at the photograph again, tracing Nana's smiling face with his fingertip. His internal conflict intensified. His duty to protect the city clashed head-on with his unwavering love for Nana.

He clenched his fists, making up his mind. The badge on his uniform represented justice, but his heart held a promise that was equally sacred. Nana had been his partner, his confidante, his lover. He couldn't abandon her now, not when she needed him the most.

Baji closed the notebook with a resolute snap, slipping it into his bag. As he grabbed his police badge, he looked at his reflection one more time.

"I'm coming for you, Nana. No matter what stands in my way…”

With determination etched in his features, Baji strode out of his apartment, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. His journey to find Nana was just beginning, a journey that would test the limits of his loyalty and love.

After reaching his destination, Baji stood on the rooftop of the Tokyo Police Department building, his gaze fixed on the sprawling city below. His fists clenched as a mix of determination and turmoil churned within him. He was no longer the carefree rebel of his youth; his time with the biker gang had shaped him into a man who could take responsibility. Yet, the memories of those days, especially the ones involving Nana, tugged at his heart.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange hue over the city, Baji's mind wandered back to his childhood which included Nana and Mikey. But then came the day Mikey disbanded the gang and disappeared. Baji's memories of that time were a jumble of shock and confusion. He had desperately searched for answers, only to find that even Nana, the empathetic and perceptive Nana, had left without a word. That betrayal cut deep, and it fueled the fire of determination within him.

Now, as a police officer, Baji was a man of honor, sworn to uphold the law. He had earned respect and recognition in his field, yet his heart still yearned for Nana. He understood the complexity of her situation – her loyalty to Mikey, her promise, and her love for him. But he couldn't let go of what they once shared.

With a firm resolve, Baji descended from the rooftop and entered his office. He switched on his computer, a photo of him, Nana, and Mikey from their gang days serving as his desktop background. It was a bittersweet reminder of the past and a constant motivator for his present pursuit.

His first step was to retrace Nana's steps. He knew her better than anyone, and he believed he could find a trail, no matter how faint. He reviewed old photos, messages, and anything that might give him a clue. As he dug deeper, he stumbled upon a thread that led to Mikey's new identity as the leader of Bonten, Japan's most feared mafia gang.

Baji's heart clenched. It all started to make sense. Nana's departure, Mikey's vanishing act – they were interconnected. He could imagine the turmoil Nana must have faced, torn between her love for Mikey and her feelings for him. He clenched his fists again, this time in frustration. How could he ever compete with the charismatic leader of a mafia?

His mind was consumed by memories of Nana once again. The laughter they shared, the secrets they confided, and the love they once nurtured. Yet, there was an emptiness now, a void left by her sudden departure. He couldn't accept that she had vanished without a word, leaving behind a life they built together.

His heart tugged at him, torn between his duty as a cop and his unwavering love for Nana. He questioned himself: Was he chasing her out of concern for her safety or because he couldn't bear the thought of losing her again? Baji knew that the path he had chosen—enforcing the law—was directly at odds with the life Nana had embraced alongside Mikey.

His cell phone buzzed on the desk, drawing his attention away from his notes. He glanced at the screen, recognizing the number. It was his other partner, Itsuki, checking in on him. Baji cleared his throat, composing himself before answering.

"Hey, Baji…" Itsuki's voice crackled through the line. "Any progress on the case?"

"Not yet, Itsuki. I'm still piecing things together…” Baji replied as he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples.

There was a pause on the other end. Baji could almost sense Itsuki's concern through the phone.

"Look, Baji, I get that this case is personal for you. But remember, we have a duty to the force. We need to prioritize the safety of the city…” Itsuki stated.

Baji sighed, his grip tightening on the pen. He knew Itsuki was right, but it was easier said than done.

"I know, I know. I just can't shake the feeling that something's wrong. Nana wouldn't just disappear like this…” Baji responded back in a low tone.

"Have you considered reaching out to any contacts from the other old gangs?" Itsuki suggested. "They might have information that could help."

Baji's gaze drifted back to the photograph. The faces of his two best friends stared back at him.

"Yeah, I'll give that a shot…” Baji sighed once again.

He hung up the phone and returned his attention to the notepad. He added "Tokyo Manji Gang" to the list, the memories of their youthful exploits flooding his mind.

As he leaned back in his chair, Baji realized he had a choice to make. He knew he had a responsibility to uphold the law and protect the city from criminal elements, but his thoughts always invariably drifted to Nana. Pursuing Nana was not just about his feelings for her; it was about giving her a choice too. The past had left wounds, but maybe he could heal them. His duty as a police officer called him to justice, but his heart beckoned him to love.

With a determined spark in his eyes, Baji leaned forward and started mapping out his plan. He would use every resource available to him to find Nana, to bring her back home – even if it meant facing Mikey and the dangerous world he now inhabited. Duty and love, conflicting yet inseparable, guided Baji as he took his first steps into a labyrinth of secrets, emotions, and choices that would reshape their intertwined destinies.

The journey wouldn't be easy, he knew that. But Baji was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. With Nana's promise in his heart and the weight of his badge on his shoulder, he embarked on a path that would test his loyalty, courage, and the depths of his love.

The story of his resolute pursuit had only just begun.

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