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em0kuto · 25 days ago

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DON’T HESITATE, JUST FALL INTO ME, MY GIRL.

just thinkin' bout when baji keisuke finally kisses u and it feels like ‘snakelike (the stars collide) – whatsaheart’ [i have put timestamps so u know what part of the song i imagine this to hehe]

summary: fem!reader x final timeline!baji, friends-to-lovers, lil yearning sprinkled with fluff

character mentions: baji's mum ryoko!!!!!, hina and takemichi, emma, mikey, yuzuha, senju, draken and chifuyu

⚠︎ content: kissing (duh - sfw tho), cussing (reader says cunt), alcohol consumption (nothing bad), speeding mentioned near the ending. this is also my first time doing this so if i missed anything pls let me know ♡

word count: 5.5k

pt 2: here

You knew having multiple small messages from Keisuke Baji could mean one of two things: something pissed him off or someone pissed him off.

Baji’s past coping mechanisms also weren’t stranger to you, realising that after his eighteenth birthday that he may not get off so easily. So, instead of punching a stranger in the face or setting cars on fire, he opted for small time texting rants – a habit he picked up from you.

But for some odd reason, whether it was the entertainment from his micro-rage or simply that he thought something you did was helpful and not ‘that TikTok shit’, you couldn’t help but feel a little special that the Keisuke Baji would always break his ever-so-tough exterior around you. You must’ve been oblivious to your connection as your friends started to notice it more, and like a timed notification, Baji’s Wednesday evening rant lit up your phone hinting the same, repeated prelude titled ‘the idiot professor”.

keisuke: [y/n] [20:38]

keisuke: This professor [20:38]

keisuke: Wouldn’t be able to tell a fuckin dog or cat apart [20:39]

keisuke: He’s as dense as Takemichi [20:44]

keisuke: I don’t even know why I keep doing this shit [20:45]

“Is that Baji again, [y/n]?” Takemichi snickered, tapping his chopsticks at you, completely unaware Baji had just smoked him.

“Mhm. And, apparently, his teacher is as dense as you, Takemichi” you said proudly, wiggling your eyebrows.

“Hey!” Takemichi awkwardly retorted. A blush of embarrassment slowly crept up his face as you and Hina couldn’t help but laugh at his deflation. She offered a chuckled “aw, Takemichi!” as she kissed his cheek and listed all the things he wasn’t ‘dense’ at. Seeing Hina and Takemichi together was cute and from observation, Hina knew all the right things to say or do for Takemichi to feel reassured about his new label. You couldn’t help but smile at the two of them, wondering about the feeling of having someone who knew you that well. The type of someone who knew exactly what to say or do give you reassurance in your time of insecurity, no matter how big or small it was.

You were mid swig of your drink when what you would consider your most deranged thought stormed your mind, and you could have sworn the same embarrassment flushed your face as Takemichi’s — is this how Baji felt when you’d console him during his texting rants?

Your cozy, little fantasy was interrupted when a sudden drop in temperature jolted you back to reality. You shook your head, hoping the diabolical thoughts that just plagued your mind were metaphorically flying out of you. Thankfully, Hina and Takemichi’s attention were still on each other, otherwise you wouldn’t have heard the last of it – especially if Mikey found out the reason why. Mikey theoretically finding out overthrew your thoughts, now being cruelly reminded of the reason you were with Hina and Takemichi in the first place – the reason for your own texting rants – stupid fucking boys. You were honestly convinced you had ‘fuck me over, please 😍’ written on your forehead due to your track record.

Although Baji was usually host to your failed situationship rants, Hina was the first one you messaged this time, mostly because you were not in the mood for Baji’s predictable response. From the amount of times you had heard it, you could recite the messages word-by-word like the finale of your favourite tv show.

keisuke: Like I always say

keisuke: It’s your fault you go for dumbasses

keisuke: You give too much

keisuke: Stop letting people take advantage of that. Your too good for it

You could have scolded Baji each time for the improper use of ‘you’re’ and ‘your’ but the sincerity that came from his way of words always stopped you from doing so. Your body felt warm again, unsure if it was because of the alcohol or because you recalled the one rare time Baji followed up his ‘I told you so’ tale:

keisuke: Funny you also think I’d actually let you end up with someone like that

keisuke: I’d kick his ass

keisuke: Idiot

You learnt early on in your friendship that Baji’s ultimate term of endearment was an insult. He usually never led or followed his bluntness with reasoning but always made a conscious effort to soften his approach with you. It was this side of Keisuke Baji that you couldn’t shake out of your head, even if you tried to convince yourself you already did.

“Don’t worry about him, [y/n]! Takemichi should know he can never win against us” she giggled with her signature closed-eye smile.

The rest of your third-wheel dinner was filled with topics of old memories and upcoming events, and mid-sentence discussing the couple’s wedding plans, Takemichi started hiccupping which was an indicator that it was time to call it a night. You walked outside after Hina sneakily paid your bill as a treat for your recent misfortune, and although the weather was warming up again, the coolness in the air made you feel sober. You bid the pair farewell, only to see poor Hina holding Takemichi upright so he could attempt to walk in a straight line. You pulled out your phone to take a quick photo, knowing you would send to her later.

The time lit up your lock screen. Shit. It was later than you thought, and you weren’t keen on succumbing to Baji for a ride home considering the state your imagination was in. You reached for your phone again after the sound of buzzing fillied the atmosphere, only to realise that it wasn’t your phone making the noise. The rumbling got louder, knowing that whatever was coming your way was getting closer and just like a manifestation, Baji’s bike rounded the street corner.

He pulled up directly in front of you, flashing his signature smirk accompanied by the canines he inherited from his mother. You could have sworn the amount of heat waves Baji caused for you tonight were going to make your feel sick, not helping that he dawned his signature oversized-black-tee-baggy-jeans look with a few chains – aka your favourite look of his that was completely inappropriate for someone who rode a motorbike.

“Are you serious…” you looked at him confused.

“Checked your location. Knew you’d need a ride. Get on” Baji was still smirking, looking down at his feet.

“The intonation makes it out of the text messages, huh?” you snickered as he handed you the helmet he should’ve been wearing, surprised that Baji hadn’t asked you the definition of intonation which meant he must have been paying attention in class. The weight of the helmet caused your shoulder to dip. You had ridden with Baji before but never remembered his stupid helmet being this heavy. Why was everything feeling so exaggerated right now?

“Why is this so heavy? And why is your head so big? I’m being swallowed in this thing” you went to tighten the strap, but Baji beat you to it.

“If I tell you it’s ‘giving cute biker girl’, will you shut up?” he looked you in the eyes and tapped the helmet.

Oh boy. You really had to try and convince yourself you weren’t taken-aback by Baji’s choice of words, thankful you could hide inside his helmet so he wouldn’t be audience to the same flushed look you spawned not too long ago, alongside the butterflies that began to stir in your stomach.

“Gotta stop by my place before I take you home, that okay?”

“Your place is the complete opposite way. that’s just wasting—”

“You can just say you don’t want a ride home” he teased, raising his eyebrows. You huffed in response, knowing you couldn’t argue your way out.

The streetlamps looked like neon strobe lights because of how fast Baji was going but the illumination defined the most striking angles on his face. Every time Baji rode his bike, you noticed his eyes glistened brighter than any light you had seen but his face was always juxtaposed by waves of deep concentration. Baji felt your stare exuding from his helmet, making sure not to say or do anything that would shock you out of the way you were holding onto him. He pulled into his apartment complex, only for both of you to see Ryoko peeking out the window, meaning she must’ve recognised the sound of his bike too.

“Come up. Ma hasn’t seen you in a while” he said while taking the helmet off your head, laughing at the sudden helmet hair left behind. Realising the root of his laughter, you panicked looking into the small mirror affixed to the bike.

“But I’ve been drinking and probably look a mess!”

“Shut up, idiot. You look fine” Baji reassured you as he started smoothing your hair down. You weren’t sure if Ryoko was still watching from the window but right now all you could focus on was Baji. He stared back at you with the same glisten in his eyes when he rode, holding the tips of your hair in his hands, only for you to pull back when you realised what was happening.

“I-I hope you know I also only agreed because that little, sweet, angel cat might be here”

“Oh, yeah? What makes you think he wants to meet you anyway?”

“Because you bought a ‘cute biker girl’ home” Baji laughed loudly and shook his head, and you swore you heard the exact same reaction come from the upstairs window.

You both shuffled through the stairwell only to be hit with a wave of nostalgia from the marks on the door. You could recount the story behind each one – the slightly bowed hinge from when he locked himself out and had to break in, the massive scratch from when you carried each other drunkenly up the stairs and fell into the corner, the paint chips on the right side from throwing your phone at Baji and hitting the door instead because he reminded you your anime crush “isn’t even real”. He watched you intently as he turned the keys in the lock.

“This one’s my favourite” Baji pointed at the dinted door number, the memory of you begging him not to take his anger out on the last asshole that broke your heart, opting to punch the door instead. You chuckled at the recollection, remembering Baji threatening that he could set just one more car on fire. Before you could respond, Ryoko swung the door open.

“Well, if it isn’t, [y/n]” pulling you into a small embrace while Baji mumbled some profanity, squeezing through the door behind you.

“Ryoko-san! It’s so good to see you!”

“I hope my son has been treating you well” Ryoko cheekily smiled at you, backhanding Baji for his little outbursrt.

“Uhhh, h-he has!” you stood up straight, the words getting caught in your throat.

“Oh my god, Ma. Stop being weird!”

There was no telling that Baji was Ryoko’s son as the two began arguing back and forth in the exact same manor, strangely making you feel at home. Feelings of familiarity seeped through your body, causing it to flush warm again while you examined the living room and identical to the restaurant, you were shocked back to reality once you saw it – a framed picture of you and Baji from your high school graduation, situated right in the middle of Ryoko’s family photos. Your eyes widened and the words in the room became less like tv static.

“Okay. Yes. Sorry. You’re the boss” Baji paused between every single-syllable word, walking to his room like a dog with a tail between their legs. You were left alone with Ryoko and her post-argument muttering while she took a sip of her drink, wanting to pick up a conversation with her but based on the potential of her seeing you and her son outside earlier you were not sure of what to say.

“Alright, Ma, we’re going. Be back soon” Baji appeared back in the living room, saving you from what could have been the most awkward conversation of your life.

“Uh-huh. Bye [y/n]!” she sing-songed as you waved her goodbye.

The ride between Baji’s and your place was silent. A comfortable silent. The type of silent recognisable between a long-term couple. You felt guilty knowing Baji had to go halfway across town, but you couldn’t help the desire of wanting your time together to last longer than it needed to. Baji pulled up in-front of your apartment block and sadly, for the final time tonight, your body’s heatwave was interrupted by a now still night.

“Thanks, Keisuke” you jumped off the back of his bike, handing the helmet back.

“It’s nothing. Rather take you home myself and know you’re safe” he looked down, kicking the ground. You were a little stunned by his comment, standing with your hands in your pockets, wide-eyed like you had just been reprimanded. Baji cringed at himself, knowing what he said must have sounded a little sappy, but when he looked up all he could see was the way your eyes glittered at him.

“Here” he reached into his pocket and handed you a small sheet of painkillers and nausea tablets. You were now one hundred percent certain that it wasn’t the alcohol making you feel dizzy.

“Now get inside before you catch a cold... idiot” Baji pinched your nose, softly smiling.

You found it hard to walk away this time, your body wanting to push the boundaries of your friendship, but your mind was reminding you of the consequences if he didn’t feel the same way. You walked away as Baji kept watch until you walked inside. It was nearing midnight and knew you should have been responsible and in bed an hour ago. You dragged yourself into the shower, knowing you’d thank yourself in the morning.

The smell of your body wash wafted beyond your shower, melting comfort into your sweat shorts and baggy tee to match the mood, soon realising the shirt you chose was actually one you stole from Baji weeks ago. The thought of you sleeping in his shirt besotted you, catching yourself smiling only because of the texts that suddenly popped up on your phone.

keisuke: Make sure you take those before you go to sleep [23:57]

keisuke: And drink water when you wake up [23:57]

keisuke: I’m not bringing you anything else tomorrow [23:59]

By the time it took you to get ready for bed, Baji had arrived home hoping that his mother was dead asleep so he wouldn’t have to deal with any of her slightly intoxicated nonsense. He entered the apartment and like you, smiled from the texts on his phone only to realise his reaction when Ryoko snickered from the living room.

“Tch. Why’re you even still up?” he asked annoyedly, kicking off his boots.

“What? A mother can’t wait up for her son?” Ryoko took a sip of the drink she poured. Baji was now convinced his mother’s eyebrows stayed in one position from the number of times he’d seen them that way tonight. He rolled his eyes, b-lining towards the shower before she could say anything else but, unlucky for him, she was too quick.

“I’ve always liked her. Bring her here more” she kept her eyes on the television.

“I can’t just force—”

“I didn’t say force” she paused. “I think you’d be surprised how easy it would be if you just asked”

“Yeah, yeah. Night Ma” Baji blushed hard at his mother’s suggestion.

“Hey. I just want the best for you, okay?” Ryoko trailed off, hanging over the back of the lounge, now facing her son.

“I know” he stood still looking away from her, knowing exactly what she was referring to.

——————

The remainder of your week was rather busy. Between work meetings and seeing the girls in your friendship circle, you barely had time to keep in touch with Baji, except for the occasional pictures of Peke J he would send to you – your favourite one being Peke J cuddled up next to him in his hoodie while playing the game.

Whether it was seeing Yuzuha after her recent trip to Europe with Hakkai, helping Emma shop for her baby or joining Senju for an early workout, each one caught you smiling at your phone. They all questioned you similarly to Takemichi, but you were quick enough to use your date for the weekend as an excuse for your behaviour. Your Saturday date night came around and as you were getting ready, you found yourself sprawled out on your bed nearing 8pm in a last-minute panic spam FaceTime-ing Baji.

“Hey, once sec. I’m just finishing this last game” he spat between ranting to whoever he was playing with on the mic.

“Keisuke, please. I’m stressed. My hair is ugly; my makeup sucks and I hate my outfit–”

“Okay, okay, okay. Stop” the spamming of his controller stopped as he turned off the game to put his full attention on you. You were caught off guard by how good Baji looked right now, hair pulled back into a loose bun and muscles slightly bulging from the workout his fingers must have endured. You knew you were burning eyes through his head right now, or arms for that matter, hoping that you had become a better liar over the years in case he asked if your connection was bad or worse – if you were in love with him.

“Oi, idiot, you there? Just remember, you called me” his voice sounded slightly grumbly.

“Yes, yes, I’m here. Sorry! I’m just feeling a little overwhelmed…” you said shyly, sitting up on your bed, affixing your sticky phone case to the mirror.

“You’ll be fine. You just tend to overthink. And, when you overthink, you overshare. Trust me, I know” he should have known he would have to deliver his famous pep talk.

“Okay, you’re not helping here! And don’t give me that bullshit ‘just be yourself’ line” you started pacing.

“Even if it’s true, wasn’t planning on it. Just don’t give away everything. I know you’re trusting and all but there’s a part of you that’s eventually going to be special only for one person” the latter of the sentence sounding like a whisper, like he was nervous to say it.

Uh oh. There was that warm feeling in your stomach again. For someone who occasionally matched Takemichi’s alleged density, Baji’s emotional intelligence was incomparable. You knew you had to come up with something sassy immediately before your mind got carried away again.

“Aw, Keisuke! You’re so nice! You must really care about me!” you said in a sarcastic tone, poking your tongue out.

“I don’t. Also, your jeans don’t go with that sweater. Put that skirt on” he pointed to the skirt thrown onto the corner of your bed. You picked it up and moved from camera view, completely unaware that Baji specifically chose your outfit combination because it was his favourite on you. You walked back into view and Baji couldn’t help but stare down the barrel of the camera, watching your face concentrate on the way your skirt flared around your thighs and how the bunching of your sweater fit perfectly on top of it.

He swore his heart was going to jump out of his chest, pretending that you were sporting this exact outfit for him. Baji wanted to tell you were beautiful and that no one else deserved to have you put this much effort into how you look. He wanted to be the one to show you how perfect you were, whether it be this outfit or your stupid helmet hair.

“Okay, you were definitely right. Skirt it is. You should be my personal stylist from now on” you pouted in the mirror, posing all angles of your outfit because you actually felt pretty. Baji gave you the same soft smile from a few nights ago, seeing you completely comfortable before him, really considering sabotaging your date by telling you to go out with him instead.

“I’m always right. Get going before you’re late” he eyed to your favourite bag, the one that went with everything with little hanging charms attached.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou! I don’t know what I’d do without you” you waved him goodbye and hung up the phone. You couldn’t shake the weird feeling in your mind going to meet your date. You felt guilty; like you were betraying Baji by doing this but why did it also make you feel so hypocritical knowing that you were absolutely devastated that he didn’t even try to tell you not to go?

——————

Baji sat at home, playing solo rounds with no success, trying not to kick himself at the fact he let you go on another date with some asshole who didn’t deserve you. After losing another round, he angrily threw his headset off and ran his hands over his face. He groaned into the back of his chair before his phone began flashing, jumping up as soon your ringtone contrasted the dullness of his room not even an hour into your date, letting it ring three times before answering.

“Hey, you o–?”

“Keisuke. Can you come and get me, please?” you were sobbing hard into the phone.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now. I just–”

“Stop. Just stay where you are, okay?”

“Okay…” you said quietly, although it sounded more like defeat.

You sat outside at a bus stop, still crying from what had occurred in the last hour and thirty minutes, hoping that the familiar rumble would aerate your eardrums soon. You swore you were like those videos with no hashtags that appeared on your feed, the recognisable sound approaching, only to look up at Baji suddenly pulling up next to you.

“Hi” you sniffled, wiping your nose on your sweater.

Baji bounded over, basically pushing his bike away and pulled you into him. His inner voice convinced him to hold you tightly for reassurance but as soon as you fell into him, you became the most soft and delicate flower who would lose their petals if handled too roughly.

“Heyheyhey… what happened, huh?” he asked softly, one hand on your shoulder and the other picking your chin up.

“I don’t know. Just another cunt, I guess” you scowled. Baji could tell you were entering the anger phase by your choice of insult, almost proud at the fact he had finally rubbed off on you one way or another.

“Okay. Let’s go. I’ll take you for a treat and we’ll go for a walk, yeah?” he kept the soft tone, pulling you up by your hands.

“Yes, please”

For the second time that week, found yourself on the back of Baji’s bike, encouraging you to get all your anger out by holding onto him as tight as you could due to the lack of helmets, making you smile at his attempt to fix the shitty situation you were left in.

——————

“Held up my end of the deal, now what happened?” Baji asked, his signature raspy voice replacing the former softness.

“Do I have to?” you groaned. Baji nodded in response, disposing his empty cup and popping the worn wooden spoon in his mouth. You started moving your spoon around the small cup in your hands, trying your best to stall the conversation. Right on queue, Baji noticed your nervousness and sat you down, making sure you felt comfortable to continue.

“Well… let’s just say he didn’t really want to know me, y’know? I don’t even know if that makes sense. It’s just… he didn’t even try to care about anything I said but always had something to say about it” Baji’s body language visibly tensed, fist closing and jaw clenching, instantly regretting not telling you what he wanted on the phone.

“Even when we found something in common, he would patronise and interrogate me to see if I was a ‘fake fan’ or whatever. Made assumptions about me based on my friends and my job. Oh, and don’t even get me started when he tried to ask why I was still single; he already came up with 5 different reasons why before I could even think.”

The tenseness in Baji’s body language lessened as he kept listening to you, intently taking in everything coming out of your mouth, not wanting you to waste any more feelings on this guy. Baji might have been irrational and brash, but his emotional intelligence was unmatched. You quietened down once you noticed Baji’s demeanour, taking note of the care he held for you radiating through his eyes. It relaxed you, and you could feel yourself being magnetised towards him.

“Wanna know what the worst part was? He tried to tell me that my skirt didn’t go with my sweater” you both laughed a little, realising Baji’s intention was to help you see how stupid this guy was.

“Still… I’m just a little mad that I let anyone, let alone a man, speak to me like that. I just don’t understand how some people can just be like that…” you paused before you continued.

“Y’know… It would just be easier if everyone was like you” you said cautiously, both of you completely oblivious to the fact that Baji had edged closer between your legs.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. Who else am I talking to?” you turned your head away knowing you couldn’t dare look up at him right now. He paused, hesitated almost, eyes trailing to your lips knowing you were about to sigh, reading you easily like quoting his favourite movie.

“You just…” you tilted your head down. “You just... get me”

Your last encounter with similar words flooded your head, now recounting every time it was Baji that said or did that one thing to shift your mood. You always thought that you might’ve played that role for him but the someone you wanted to know you that well was playing his part the entire time. You immediately felt stupid to not have seen it so clearly, now wishing you had actually believed Draken when he said you were the one who softened Keisuke Baji years ago. You were snapped out of the familiar fantasy by the drop in semitone of Baji’s voice, and like a murder confession only to be heard by you, he broke the silence.

“Yeah? Well... let me make it easier for you then” and this time, he didn’t hesitate.

[0:46] All in one motion, Baji gripped the back of your neck pulling you in, fingers glazing your hairline while the other was glued to your hip. He kissed you, and it wasn’t an innocent first kiss shared by a new couple – it was desperate and loaded with years of yearning. You relaxed into him, scrunching the oversized white tee in front of you, indulging in whatever addicting sensation trickled from Baji’s touch. You were caught by surprise as his tongue swiped your bottom lip, causing you to open your mouth, allowing him to intensify his desire.

[0:57] Baji could barely breathe before your fingers tangled through his hair, desperately pulling him back in. Both his hands moved to the back of your neck, mirroring the desire of holding you closer, intensifying your kiss. Being so close to Baji radiated heat from sensory points you didn’t even know existed, becoming overwhelmingly romantic, like heavy rain overflowing in a small puddle. Instinctively, you pulled Baji’s bottom lip through your teeth, finally separating from each other.

[1:07] You created the perfect space for Baji to slide his hands to your face, finding solace on your cheeks. The roughness of his fingertips made your head spin because of how contradictory his gaze was. He pulled you back in, placing two of the most tender pecks on your lips, tilting your head up to give you the third as his thumbs stroked the apples of your cheeks.

[1:18] Baji finally pulled away and you missed how close he was, snaking your hands on top of his to relieve the feeling. He intertwined your fingers, regaining some of his warmth as he rewarded the little gesture by peppering your knuckles with kisses. You observed every single movement he made until it led you to his eyes, realising that the look he was giving you was full of love albeit being one you were very familiar to. The moment felt raw, blissful that you finally didn’t have something to hide behind, breaking down the last bit of vulnerability between you and Baji.

He took his hands from yours and ran his thumb over your lips. You felt that comfortable silence once again, knowing exactly what Baji was saying just by his expression. You were entranced by him, now understanding why you always seemed to prefer brown eyes over any other. The outside world kept moving around you but only you and him existed in a moment that felt like an eternity and if this wasn’t proof of your connection, then you were convinced that the world was lying to you.

“I need you to know… I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time”

“Me too” you whispered, caging him from escaping the spot between your legs. Baji’s hand reached for your face again, familiarly caressing your cheek while he placed a kiss on the other. For someone who didn’t often dwell in relationships, you began to wonder if he had been reading some of Chifuyu’s shoujos by how romantic he actually was. Your phone lit up in from your bag, drawing Baji’s attention to the time.

“C’mon, it’s time I took you home”

You pouted at him, and you saw his heart shatter into a million pieces from your reaction.

“Don’t give me that. We’ve got plenty of time to do this all again, yeah?” he pinched your cheek, physically feeling the smile appear on your face again while you nodded.

You both savoured the slow walk back to his bike, casually sparing each other love-struck glances like a couple in their honeymoon phase. The ride to your place was weirdly comforting, supposing it was from the way holding onto Baji felt now, realising you would have to remind yourself that after tonight the dynamic between you would blossom into something you had always dreamed of. Baji pulled up in front of your place, waiting quietly while you hopped off his back seat. As soon as you hit the pavement, he grabbed your hand, swiping his thumb across your knuckles and locked eyes with you, dragging you in for another kiss.

“Go inside. No catching colds, remember?” he flickered between your eyes and lips.

“Already itching to get rid of me, huh?”

“Never. Not in a million years” usually he would cringe at himself for saying something like that out loud but after your reaction, he would repeat it again and again like your favourite song. You hummed contently, indulging in Baji’s presence, holding you closely before giving you one last kiss.

“Let me know when you get home, okay?” you held his face in your palm before walking away.

“Of course,” he stayed put, making sure you were inside before he left. The adrenaline ran through Baji’s body from finally sharing his most cherished moment with you, making his ride home feel as if he was excessively speeding. He spared no time reaching for his phone to message you once he arrived home, slowly trudging up the staircase as he watched the screen for the three bubbles on the other side.

keisuke: Just got home [00:09]

keisuke: You better be asleep [00:09]

you: kinda hard [00:10]

you: mind racing [00:10]

you: heart beating fast [00:11]

you: lol [00:11]

keisuke: Cute [00:11]

keisuke: Me too [00:12]

keisuke: Now go to bed [00:12]

keisuke: Idiot [00:12]

you: hehe [00:13]

you: night 🖤 [00:13]

Baji walked through the door, gushing at the messages he received, similarly to the scene that unfolded earlier in the week. Ryoko looked up, surprised why he hadn’t greeted her upon walking inside until she saw the look on her son’s face, immediately putting two-and-two together.

“Why’s your face like that?” she asked slyly, brows in the same position as the other night.

Shit. Baji knew exactly what she was referring to, trying not to turn his head too quickly in case he gave himself whiplash – although it could’ve sold his lie a little better.

“Wind was cold on the way back. Makes my face red” he turned away from her, taking off his boots, completely flustered at how she picked up his awkwardness.

“Uh-huh, because there’s soooo much wind right now” she pointed to the open window with no one’s surprise – zero wind.

Baji rolled his eyes, “Whatever. I’m goin’ to sleep”

“You think I’m an idiot, Keisuke? I know when something is going on with you. And don’t think I didn’t know who you ran out of the house for within a minute of taking that phone call! I birthed you, idiot. I know you better than anyone else” she stressed, the scowl on her face more scary than usual, being paired with a cheeky glint in her eye.

Baji huffed before closing the door behind him.

“Anyone else, huh?”

a/n: shout out to @neeeooon for checking my work + being my number 1 hype woman, ur the best!

first header photo cred: @ooooniginigi (on twitter)

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em0kuto · 6 days ago

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I JUST WANNA KNOW YOUR E.T.A

based on ‘e.t.a by justin bieber’. (p.s i have lowkey plugged metalhead!baji here)

summary: fem!reader x final timeline!baji. a continuation of this – aka Baji being impatient and soft for his girl, baji's pov mostly, a lot more continuous dialogue than the last part

character mentions: hina, chifuyu, kazutora, the haitanis, mikey, ryoko <3, ryusei, takemichi + haikyuu!!!!!

⚠︎ content: implied nsfw near the ending, more kissing (yay!!), texting and driving (sorry i know this one is dangerous but baji gets mad at reader for it), cussing, alcohol mentioned

word count: 4.3k

Baji knew from the first time you met that you were the one for him, and the night after your first kiss, he became adamant that you needed to know too. Your relationship felt it was moving at comfortable pace despite your friends thinking the complete opposite, putting up with the evident honeymoon phase that you were both completely oblivious to. Your friends weren’t the only ones who had to become accustomed to yours and Baji’s new status, his mother thanking him for finally acting on his feelings so she wouldn’t have to put up with his ‘pitiful sulking’ anymore, happy it was replaced by the sound of you and her son’s laughter instead.

Baji would never admit it, not to his mother at least, but he had never felt his heart so full until he noticed the bond you and her had formed, going as far as spending time together even when he wasn’t around. He also felt responsible you hadn’t seen your own place in a while, overly enjoying the domesticity of having you around his apartment, beginning to imagine the life you would have together once he finished school and started to further his career. Although he could easily imagine your future together, Baji recounted more times on both hands when he had wanted to take the next step with you and ask you to be his girlfriend.

The most recent was engraved deep into Baji’s memory. You sat on his bed with your legs tucked under you, typing away on your laptop as he watched highlights from Mikey’s latest race. You pleaded with Baji to play your music instead of his routine heavy playlist, easily knowing he would give into any demand you wanted, hoping to calm his nerves because of the question lingering in the back of his mind.

The sudden change in song caught his ear, and the slightly distorted guitar melody drew his attention over to you, humming the tune. The sun softly lit his room with a golden hue, causing your skin to glow from the reflectiveness in the light, like it was a saving grace from any sin he had ever committed. It was then that he realised the similarities between all his favourite moments with you, filled with an intimacy that could only be shared by two people irrevocably in love.

Baji watched as you typed away, differentiating all the little reactions in your face that illustrated the progress of your work, only to be met with eyes full of infatuation. He chuckled as you looked away shyly, now swearing that the warmth in the room radiated from you instead of the sun that peaked through his window. The same guitar melody continued, causing the ambience to match the exact way you looked at him, and the way he forever had been looking at you.

Baji became entranced in deep desire, crawling up to you like a cat getting ready to pounce. His fingertips gently danced up your leg causing goosebumps to rise on your skin, giving your thigh a small squeeze when he reached the plumper flesh, the familiar roughness opposing the intention of his touch. Baji moved in between your legs, marvelling as you reached out for him, settling into your palms like they were perfectly contoured to his face. He tried his best to keep his composure after catching your eyes faintly crease upwards at the ease of his comfortability with you, praying you couldn’t feel the ricochet of nerves swelling through his entire body.

“You okay?” you asked concerned.

“Yeah… you just… make me crazy” Baji chuckled nervously, now holding your hands in his, unable to continue speaking.

Baji struggled to fall asleep that night knowing that he might have ruined his only perfect moment to ask you out, pretending that it was the soft breathing of your sleeping form keeping him awake instead. He quietly turned over in his bed to face you, careful not to stir the way you steadily slept. Anyone could have easily seen the glow of his cheeks from the way he looked at you, even through the still darkness that shrouded his room.

Baji brushed the back of his hand across your cheek, suddenly unable to hush the sound of the melody you smiled at him so sweetly to, replaying it in his head like one of his YouTube drumming tutorials. He reached over to grab your phone from the nightstand, scurrying through your automated ‘on repeat’ playlist, only to find that very song to add on his own later – another thing he would never admit – as an ode to you.

It had been a few days since Baji’s failed attempt of asking you out again, as well as it being the last time he had actually seen you too. Between his classes and working at the pet shop, he made sure to take every opportunity he could to talk to you, beginning to understand how much of a priority you were becoming in his life.

Baji held himself to a higher standard when it came to your relationship, and with his growing need for you, he worried if he didn’t make his next move soon that you might’ve started questioning his feelings for you. He stared at his phone for what felt like hours, tugging at his scalp in stress, typing and re-typing messages before finally hitting send.

“And if you look to your left little cat, you’ll see someone that looks like you who might not have any hair left after tugging at it so hard” Kazutora commentated, petting one of the stray cats of the pet shop who bore a similar resemblance to Baji.

“Tch. Shut it, Kazutora” Baji grumbled, clicking the lock button on his phone for the hundredth time.

“Yeah, Kazutora. Just cause you’re in the same position [y/n] was a few months ago–” Chifuyu chimed in before Baji cut him off.

“Can we not talk about my girlfriend’s shitty dating history, please?” Baji sighed frustratedly.

“Thought you hadn’t asked her out yet?” Kazutora said snarkily.

“Yeah, man, what the hell? After all those shoujos I let you borrow just so you could–”

“Chifuyu” Baji cut him off again.

“Wait, why did he need your shoujo–”

“I told you to shut it, didn’t I?” Baji said through his teeth, clenching his jaw.

“Gee, sorry loverboy. Just tryna get my facts right in case somebody tries to hit on [y/n]” Kazutora winked at Chifuyu.

“Kazutora”

“Yeah, and no one will ever try to hit on [y/n] because if they–”

“They did, they’re dead” Kazutora and Chifuyu mimicked in unison.

“You are right, though. I haven’t asked her out yet. Haven’t found the right moment” Baji huffed out in defeat as he scratched his head in annoyance, knowing he had cowered out the last time you were together.

“I don’t think there ever is a right moment” Kazutora added, now holding the cat in his arms.

“He’s right, Baji. You also said [y/n] isn’t the type for over-the-top gestures, so, what’s the hold up?”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared?” Kazutora asked bluntly. Baji didn’t say a word or look up.

“Seriously?” Chifuyu added.

“I can’t believe we’re even talking about this right now. Look, I just don’t wanna screw this up. She means a lot to me and I just don’t wanna disappoint her”

“Dude, shut up” Chifuyu stressed the latter. “I did not endure years of one-sided pining just for you to bitch out now. You said so yourself that no one could give her what you could. So, get your ass up and do exactly that, dumbass!”

“He’s right, Baji. If you’re not careful, one of the Haitanis might try their luck” Kazutora teased, knowing the mere thought of letting anyone attempt to even speak to you, especially Ran or Rindou, would help him realise how ridiculous his excuses were.

Little to their knowledge, Baji’s next attempt at making it official between you two was his grand plan for the night. Although the duo was as irritating as a mosquito that wouldn’t stop buzzing when you were trying to sleep, he recognised how they unknowingly helped relieve a small portion of the tension sitting in the back of his head.

The thought of your potential rejection kept the remainder of Baji’s stress bubbling in his mind, praying he didn’t bite his whole nail off in the process. The foot traffic in the pet shop was consistent unlike Baji’s mood, shifting each hour like he was hosting Jim Carrey’s catalogue. Chifuyu was convinced he was looking at the Grinch while he took a literal note of how many customers avoided looking in his direction.

“Yo. Stop scowling like that, you’re scaring everyone away”

“Sorry Chifuyu. Just got shit on my mind”

“Well, how ‘bout this? You leave now and take care of what you gotta do”

“It’s still an hour ‘til close”

“It’s fine, Baji. Your future with [y/n] is more important than what’s going on here”

“This isn't about [y/n]” Baji’s face flushed bright red, trying to hide his expression whilst he hung his apron up.

“Uh-huh, sure. Now, get outta here” Chifuyu smacked his back.

Kazutora waved one of the cat’s little paws goodbye as Baji exited the store. The jingle from the bell above the door frame rifted through the wind, carrying the sound in his direction indicating the beginning of his walk home. Over time, walking home from the pet shop became one of Baji’s favourite parts of his day as the muted city sounds mixed perfectly among the tranquillity of the streets which helped him practice gratitude for what he held in his life, with you being at the forefront.

The distance to the Baji’s apartment block was a casual twenty minutes from the pet shop and Baji thought to check up on your whereabouts, hoping your plans with Hina had changed. He pulled his phone out of his pocket to text you, noting the stress lines in the reflection of the lock screen indenting deeply on his face, relaxing again knowing you’d reprimand him if you saw him right now.

Your mere reaction at the change of pet names ignited something in Baji’s heart, knowing he had gained a new power to catch you off guard over and over again. Based on your messages, he knew he would have some time to kill, now deciding on how to distract himself. The subtle sound of pop music came from the entrance to his apartment, being met with a nicely dressed Ryoko with a drink in her hand.

“Keisuke, I’m going out so feed yourself tonight” Ryoko called from the kitchen.

“Fine. Just don’t get to the point where I have to come and get you” Baji’s face scrunched, desperately pleading his mother to behave, only for her to glare in a ‘you did NOT just say that’ manner.

Baji scurried to his room to avoid her 'scary mother' persona, eyeing the drumsticks perched beside the console on his tv display, swearing he could feel the drum set in the garage calling his name. He snatched a baggy shirt from his laundry basket, not wanting to flood it more than he needed to, knowing he would break a sweat quicker than the time he had to find a service station for Mikey’s Street Hawk during that one Summer in 2003.

“Where are you going?” Ryoko questioned, fixing the last of her mascara.

“Downstairs. Be safe tonight” Ryoko’s face beamed evilly at her son’s response.

“Be loud. The idiot next door has been annoying me lately”

“Gotcha” Baji reflected the same devious grin before closing the door behind him.

Baji opened the lock up garage, scribbling a quick ‘sorry’ on the small white board adorned to the indoors entrance. The drum set sat in the corner and was still well maintained considering he hadn’t played a lot since you started spending more time together. He connected to the large speaker sat adjacent from him that Ryoko kept for her girl’s nights in, pressing shuffle on his ‘Inaudible Screaming’ playlist – his regular that you renamed for him.

Baji continuously glanced between the drum set and the small clock above the speaker, sighing frustratedly at the slow movement of the big hand. He checked his phone again as the loud screaming echoed in the background, realising it was too soon to double text you even though his last message felt like it was sent a lifetime ago. The next song on the playlist began and Baji licked his lips at the difficulty of the track, missing the challenge of any song with a double kick. Baji flicked his hair out of his face as the chorus neared and just as the guitar breakdown was about to come in, a text tone plastered through the drop causing him to snap the drum stick in his hand out of annoyance.

The stomping on the stairwell reverberated amongst the interior as Baji scraped the remnants of the drum stick along the concrete wall. He turned the key into the lock as the next-door neighbour poked his head out, wondering where the irritating noises were coming from, only to be met with a deep grimace from the younger Baji. He reached for the slightly crumbled note, making a mental list for what needed to be checked off. Silence filled the room as Baji began to work, enduring the painful reminder that this was worse than listening to Mikey complain about not being able to eat dorayaki while he competed.

Ten minutes had passed before he couldn’t sustain the stillness in the house anymore, deciding to put on the show you had been watching so you could talk to someone about it. Your voice rang in his mind, smiling at the excitedness in your tone when you couldn’t stop squealing about how ‘the main character finally learned how to hit the ball without closing his eyes’.

After an hour and a half and a complete checklist, Baji flopped onto the couch, groaning way too similar to Chifuyu after being made fun of by Ryusei. His phone fell out of his pocket onto the floor, the lock screen flashing to show no new notifications had pinged the device. He tried tuning back into the show, guilty that he was still absolutely clueless on the events that had transpired but thankful the housework took longer than expected.

A subtle engine noise waded through the open window and like a kid who heard the local ice cream truck coming, Baji raced over and surveyed the street for any sign of your car as a little surprise for him. His heart raced with excitement, only to be replaced with disappointment when he realised it was a delivery driver that had entered the wrong complex car park. He opened the Find My Friend’s app, confused why your location hadn’t updated in a few days, remembering that you hadn’t had time to troubleshoot the app on your new phone yet.

Baji ran his hands over his hair, disgust showing on his face from the grime present through the strands, opting to take a shower. The water trickled down his arm as he adjusted the temperature, now hoping he could also cleanse the sulkiness of missing you from his body, leaving his phone on charge in the other room. He stepped out of the shower after scrubbing every ounce of his body, changing into the typical ‘hot-boy’ grey sweatpants and black tank combination while droplets from the remaining water in his hair fell down his back, making the chemical swim among the slightly bulging muscles. He reached for his phone again, and after realising you still hadn't messaged, he decided it was time for the double text.

“Fuck this. I’m your boyfriend, not Hina”

“Pain in my ass. Fuckin’ texting and driving” he muttered as his phone went dead silent from the wanted no response. Not long after, your text tone broke through the room and Baji spared no time opening the messages app.

“About fuckin’ time” Baji tossed his phone across the bed after receiving your over apostrophised ‘I’m here’ text and stood up to look at himself in the mirror.

He combed through his hair repeatedly, tying it up and letting it fall, becoming frustrated at the lack of co-operation. He slid the mirrored robe open and sifted out the baggy black t-shirt you liked, rushing himself to see if it looked better paired with the grey sweats he opted for earlier. Baji closed the robe and checked his appearance again, unsatisfied with the look he had strung together and ripped the tee to the ground. He gave in to keep the black singlet, hoping the “your arms look really good in that” comment would ring in the back of your mind again. He snagged out his hair tie, cringing at himself for thinking he was trying too hard, suddenly interrupted by the three little knocks on the door.

“Fuck”

You stood there tapping your feet, excitedly nervous to be face to face with the raven-haired boy again. Baji opened the door before you could knock again, greeting you lovingly like a spell being casted onto you, only to catch your eyes widen before looking at him up and down intently. Baji reached up to the top of the door frame and shifted forward.

“Keep that up and people might start thinking you like me or something”

“What a shame that would be!” Baji’s eyes followed your figure as you blushedly scuttled past him, turning to give you a light tap on your backside when it was back in view. You swung your head around like a case of whiplash and were met with the all-too-recognisable Baji family canines. You opened your mouth to retort back until he stood in front of you and pulled you in by the neck to kiss you.

“Knew that’d you shut you up”

“I-I wasn’t even gonna say anything!”

“[y/n]. I know what you’re thinking before you even do”

The look on your face was priceless based on Baji’s reaction. The smirk he plastered screamed ‘got ya’ as you barely opened your mouth to retort back. He went to turn around as you snagged the waistband of his sweats under your pointer finger, grabbing his attention again, looking down at your socks nervously from the string of words you were itching to say aloud.

“Missed you, Keisuke”

“I missed you” he tilted your chin up, staring dreamily into your eyes causing your knees to buckle a little. He leant in to kiss you again before he noticed the evaluating look on your face.

“No, Ma’s not here either” you rolled your eyes as you inclined into him, lightly smacking him on the chest and lingering a little as you felt how hard he must’ve been working at the gym lately. He pinched your cheek in retaliation before walking away as you were left stunned and rubbing your cheek. Your head snapped like a meerkat when you heard something ruffling from the kitchen cupboard.

“Is that?”

“Sure is”

“God, you’re good” you caught the snack in your hands, not shying from opening the packet straight away. You popped one in your mouth as Baji wrapped his hands around the low of your back, breathing in sharply as he looked you up and down. You inched closer to his face to steal another kiss, and as quickly as Baji leaned in, he pulled away quicker wanting to tease you a little.

“C’mon, I put that show on you like” he watched as your face beamed at him, swearing you had stars in your eyes.

“Also, you need to sort your Find My Friends out. Wouldn’t have to pull stupid moves like that” Baji flippantly flicked your forehead, alluding to your bad habit of texting and driving, before gently kissing the same spot.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll do it tomorrow” you scowled at him, rubbing your forehead this time.

“Good. Then I’ll know how much time I have to get my side piece out” he smirked before a pillow was launched his way.

“Please, you could barely pull me without some ‘special’ help according to Chifuyu” you motioned your hand towards his wardrobe, wanting to wear one of his shirts to bed.

“Is he for re-?” he cut himself off. “Tch, go shower” Baji threw you the oversized band tee, secretly hoping he launched it hard enough to send you toppling over.

You appeared back in Baji’s room after a rapid ten minutes, flaunting his shirt with the sleep shorts that you purposely left at his place, thankful that his willpower against you stealing his clothes was non-existent. Baji’s mouth stood agape as he double took the way you delicately brushed your hair, convinced you were unworldly from how angelic your features looked. Now only in his sweatpants, Baji approached you snake-like, cradling you from behind. His nestled his head on your shoulder, causing you to look at each other through the mirror before grabbing your hands and turning you to face him.

“So pretty” he mumbled quietly as he spun you around. You fell back into him, heat flaring your body at the small level of romance he was portraying.

Baji kept your hand in his and lead you to his bed, tapping your claimed side to encourage you to lay down with him. You came eye to eye with each other again before he extended his hand to your face, familiarly stroking his thumb across your cheek. You bowed your head into his palm like you were going to kiss it, instead teasingly attempting to bite his thumb. Baji struggled against your grip, laughing with you and eventually pried you off so he could sit up on his elbow.

“Hey, be serious with me for a sec” he stroked your hair, cupping it against the crook of your neck.

“Is everything okay?” your eyes widened at his sudden change in tone.

“Yeah. Perfect, actually. Well… almost” his face started slowly developing into a ripe tomato.

“Uh, okay?” you chuckled nervously. “I’m not following, Keisuke” Baji sat fully up, with you promptly following suit.

“[y/n]. When I’m with you, I can never differentiate any of the feelings that go through my head cause you make them all melt together… not that it’s a bad thing… even though I just made it sound like it is when it’s not–”

“Are you okay?” you laughed again, copying the action of running a thumb across his cheek.

“Y-yeah. Sorry. I, uh… fuck” he chucked nervously as you leant forward, fluttering your eyes to egg him on.

“Fuck it. I love you, [y/n]. And I’ll never regret anything in my life except if I didn’t ask you right now if you wanted to be my girl”

“Keisuke…”

“Don’t make this harder than it already is” you both began laughing and Baji could’ve vowed it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.

“Well, lucky for you, you’ll never have to do it again” Baji went wide eyed at your response, double checking for any signs you were lying.

“So… It’s a yes?”

“Yes, Keisuke. It’s a yes”

“C’mere” he grabbed your chin and kissed you. Passion burned through your lungs as you felt yourself being dipped into the mattress as Baji tangled his fingers through your hair, caressing your scalp while your hands idled on either side of his face. He pulled away faintly, catching you off guard as your mouth slightly opened to breathe, being subdued by the way his tongue ran across your bottom lip to make space to press into yours. You hooked your elbow behind his neck to draw him in closer, and as you quietly moaned against him, Baji cheekily pulled away.

“W-why’d you stop?” you asked, eyes hazed over from the slight lust for your now-boyfriend.

“What? Can’t savour the moment with my girlfriend?” he whispered, running the back of his hand down your stomach.

“Oh my god!” you covered your face as Baji kissed your forehead. He moved to kiss you again before you held a palm to his chest, looking at you confused.

“I-um… I love you, too, Keisuke” your cheeks became as round as the curve of his mouth, unable to feel the pain as your whole nervous system was in overload. You craned your neck to kiss him again, this time keeping it short.

“You know… I was beginning to think you didn’t like me and wanted to break up with me”

“Technically, I couldn’t break up with you if we weren’t together in the first place. But maybe that’s what I was planning to do now” he winked at you.

"Shut up, idiot” you both laughed, catching the endearing look Baji gave you from the shared nickname between you. He lifted the plush covers, inviting you to settle in next to him. You rubbed your feet against his sheets, only for Baji to recognise that was your ritual to get comfortable and pulled you into his chest instead. You looked up at him and kissed his jaw, absolutely in awe from the view you were presented with. He placed a hand back into your hair before reaching for his phone with the other, staring to type on his phone.

“Wow, are you bored of me already?”

“Never, baby. Just gotta text Chifuyu. Forgot to tell him something” Baji comprehended the power he knew he'd hold as you nodded happily at his excuse, tuning back into the dialogue of the sassy blonde bean pole on the tv.

a/n: thought i would try using those fake text apps so pls let me know if we keep this up? also thank u to the creators who use this method and say that 3 pics look better stacked together

fun fact: inaudible screaming is actually the name of my own playlist lmao, it just fit too well in this scenario ;p

header cred: @hukusaya_e on twitter

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