#baji angst

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𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

How would they react to the news that their girlfriend ended her own life?

A n g s t H e a d c a n o n s !

𝐹𝑡. Manjiro Sano, Izana Kurokawa, Kakucho Hitto, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani and Baji Keisuke

Requested by: My bestie ♡

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

At the exact moment he received the notice announcing that his girl was in the hospital after an attempt to take her own life, Manjiro did not hesitate to go to the place at the same time, so when he arrived at the hospital, the first thing he did was try to find out the condition of his beloved, until then, still hoping to find her well again.

As soon as he saw one of the doctors pass him in that freezing hallway, Manjiro immediately questioned how the girl was, "S-she's okay, isn't she? How is she?" Insistently, he questioned, however, the doctor only gave the news that the girl had not survived her to injuries.

At that same time, Manjiro felt as if his world was collapsing, he couldn't even believe it and for a brief moment, he still begged for that fact to be nothing more than a simple mistake, despite that, when part of him accepted what had really happened, the boy felt completely apathetic, as if some kind of emptiness took over him, after that event, Manjiro was never the same or could come back to his normal state, all he felt was guilt.

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

"Baby?" He looked for his loved one in every room of that house, until he entered the bedroom and saw water running under the bathroom door, tension spread throughout his body, but he did not lack the courage to open that same door.

When faced with such a scene, Izana hurried to try to save her, even doing anything at that moment, he couldn't believe his own eyes when he saw that it was already too late, even trying to stay in hope.

Although he could still save her life, the boy burst into tears when he realized that there was nothing left that could bring his beloved back.

After that day, Izana was never the same, becoming even more closed in his own world and carrying the guilt he condemned himself for not having arrived sooner to avoid all that tragedy.

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

Upon receiving the news that his loved one had just been hospitalized, the boy left everything behind, overcome by worry, he could barely think about what he would do if something bad actually happened.

When he arrived at the place, he immediately went to find out about the girl's condition, but, as soon as he learned the worst news he could receive, Kakucho just refused to accept that she hadn't resisted.

Alone, sitting in an empty corridor of a hospital, still in denial, he remained at the door of the room where his loved one was, when he cruelly realized that he would never see her alive again, he could not control his incessant crying, sitting on that floor, blaming himself for not having saved her from herself, he would definitely never be able to feel joy again, no longer caring about being alive or not, after all, after that day, the boy no longer felt anything.

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Finding his beloved's absence strange when he arrived home, something like an intuition made the heart of the tallest one feel distressed, for this reason, it didn't take him long to go up the stairs and look for her, the moment he opened the bedroom door, he saw her, but not as he wanted and then, the blood spread on the floor announced the tragedy that had occurred. "Shit... Shit!" The boy held the girl on his lap and took her to the hospital, believing that he could still save her.

Pacing insistently from side to side, Ran waited in anguish of worry, however, once he could finally be notified of the condition of his gentle girl, he could not believe that she simply had not resisted.

"She's gone... I couldn't save her, I failed." He repeated to himself sitting in one of the hospital chairs, Ran couldn't shed a tear or simply have any reaction other than blaming himself for not having made her stay, even if he had already accepted that he would never see her again, he still He refused to accept that she had left in such a cruel way, so this fact directly affected him, making him completely empty and with a coldness he had never seen before.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

"C'mon, don't do this to me, wake up, please, wake up..." Holding the girl in his arms, he did his best to try to save her and have time to take her to the hospital, but his hopes were destroyed when it happened realizing that she was leaving before his own eyes, even though he didn't want to and couldn't accept that he would lose her that night, Rindou hugged her, still trying to make her get rid of those medications, despite all his efforts, he instinctively He knew she was gone when he felt his skin turning cold.

"Baby? Baby, please, wake up!" He began to cry compulsively when he saw her leave before his eyes and in her arms she rested, Rindou just begged for her forgiveness for not having saved her and even if the girl could return to forgive him, the sameHe would carry that pain and guilt for the rest of his life and he did so, Rindou was never able to forgive himself.

𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

"S-she... tell me, tells me how she is, now!" Arriving at the hospital after receiving such shocking news, Baji immediately went to find out about the girl's condition, no matter how much he tried to control himself or just remain calm, he could not deny himself that he expected the worst, and when unfortunately his intuition did not made a mistake, Baji could not accept that he had lost his beloved so unexpectedly.

Sitting on the hospital floor, he just begged for it to be a mistake or a lie. "...She's fine, this...this can't be real, it's a fucking nightmare." He repeated, despite this, when he realized that it had really happened, his heart broke instantly, the pain caused by the loss of the girl being one of the worst things he could feel.

After that fact, Baji started to get into even more trouble to try to dispel all that feeling and the longing that that girl left behind, becoming a danger even to himself, Keisuke never went back to being who he was.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Cheater!Baji x Reader

♡ SFW, fem reader, cheating obviously, manipulation and gaslighting, arguing, break up, angst no comfort ♡

note: last Baji request, ngl I hurt my own feelings with this one 🥲 requests opening back up on Saturday (maybe lol, I'm lowkey busy)

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You and Baji were having yet another argument, probably the third one this week, and it was only Tuesday.

“It was only one time Y/n! Why are you so hellbent on bringing this back up?”

“One time? This is like the fourth time Kei! I'm getting fed up with you!”

He had cheated on you, again. He and Chifuyu went out drinking and he went home with a random girl. He'd never tell you that though, but Chifuyu did. Baji always promises to change, then turns around and does the exact same shit.

“Fourth? Fourth, first, who cares? It's in the past now baby, let's just move on.”

“Move on? Kei…I don't even think I can.. I've forgiven you so many times, I just can't anymore…”

“You can't? Yes you can baby, you're just being dramatic.”

Baji walks closer to you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

“Y'know I only love you cutie, those other broads ain't mean nothing~”

“That's the point Kei. If you really loved me, there wouldn't be other broads.”

You pull away from his grasp, grief flooding your expression. Baji's smirk drops into a pout, his small fangs poking out slightly.

"C'mon babydoll, don't act like that."

He reaches out for your shoulder, only for you to push his hand away.

"No Kei..I can't do this anymore... I'm done."

You grab your jacket and purse, walking out of his apartment and slamming the door behind you. Baji was left speechless, he never expected you to actually just leave like that. After all these years..he couldn't believe you just walked away from him, that you walked right out of his life just as easily as you walked in. But he knew it was better this way, that he would only cause you more pain if you stayed. He knew he was never going to change, not even for the love of his life.

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

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

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it all seemed like yesterday. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yep.” 

“every day?” 

“mhm.” 

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

“what’s your name?” 

“(y/n).” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

it was all perfect, until it wasn’t. 

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

had he gotten tired of you? 

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

“hey, i found peke j-”

“thanks.” 

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

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

“(y/n)-chan…i’m so sorry…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

(y/n)--

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

-keisuke 

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

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

[bxd-decisions]

"WE ALL WANNA BE SOMEBODY. WE'RE WILLING TO GO BUT NOT THAT FAR." ⸻ KEISUKE BAJI

◈ SYNOPSIS︙You and Baji sneak out to meet up in secret. Everything seems to go well until a horrible accident takes place and Baji ends up losing you.

◈ PAIRING︙Keisuke Baji x AFAB!reader

◈ GENRE︙Smut, Angst

◈ WORD COUNT︙3.4k

◈ WARNINGS︙Angst, smut, protected sex, scratching, biting, soft dom!Baji, sub!reader, praising, usage of petnames, blood, head injury, mentions of a broken arm, memory loss, bike accident

◈ AUTHORS NOTE︙Please send me an ask if you'd like to be in my taglist in future! And Thank you @benkeibear for helping me!

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An abandoned warehouse. Baji snuck into the building… Well, he didn't really sneak in. He just went in to tell the truth. He texted you earlier to meet up with him by this building. It was already past midnight, but he just wanted to spend some time with you all alone.

Baji dumped his backpack and toman jacket on a broken car and just sat around. Every now and then he would check the time, and look outside. Looking for any sort of sign that you were on your way. The minutes felt like hours and he was getting really impatient. Well. That was until he heard the door open, and a flashlight shining into the pitch dark building. A toothy grin came to his face as he went to hide behind a car.

You tried your best to open the rusty door as quietly as you could, but you winced at the screechy sound the door made as you entered. Closing the door behind you, you turned around to look around the very dark building. The flashlight's battery was running low so it wasn't of much assistance to you, but you used it anyhow. You walked around the building, holding a blanket under your other arm as you looked around for your boyfriend, but you couldn't exactly see him.

You were starting to get a bit scared, thinking you maybe came to the wrong building or something. Each second you stayed in there felt like hell to you because you'd have to text Baji and tell him you went to the wrong building. However that resolution was ripped away from you when someone jumped you from behind and held your mouth shut with a big hand. You would be lying if you said you didn't get startled because you literally gasped, and if your mouth wasn't covered you would have screamed. You jumped too. You got so startled but a familiar laughter filled the room and eased your fears.

Baji chuckled into your ear, his hot breath tickling your soft skin, he had a firm grasp around your waist, and his hand that covered your mouth was also a strong but not painful hold, "Been waiting for you, baby." Baji's voice sounded low and filled with lust and desire which made a shiver run down your spine. You however pulled his hand away by his wrist and spinned around to face him, looking up at his handsome face with a smile that made Baji's heart skip beats and his stomach do cartwheels. "You scared me you idiot." You whispered as you hugged him. Baji returned the hug, a nice tight and warm hug that made you melt into his embrace.

"I missed you." You whispered.

Baji had longed for you too just as much as you did. But unfortunately your lives weren't so simple that you could always see eachother. Your parents gave you hell, so much hell that you had to sneak out of your home at night and secretly meet up with your beloved boyfriend. "And I missed you." Baji broke the embrace only to look down at you with a boyish grin whilst his hand moved up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. He moved his hand down after, taking your chin between his index finger and thumb with a gentle grasp to tilt your head up. His eyes fixed their gaze on your pretty face. Your lips… your cute nose, your pretty pink cheeks and your big eyes that looked up at him like you were the most vulnerable thing ever made his heart skip a beat. Therefore he leaned down to plant a loving kiss on your honey sweet lips — he couldn't resist.

Baji's lips were heavenly to you. Every time he kissed you, you always wondered what you could have done right do deserve a guy like him. He was a good guy — scratch that… he was impeccable. Everything about Baji made you ponder whether you deserved his love or not, but in the end… you would never complain nor deny the unconditional love he offered to you. You only gave it back to him with full force.

Baji broke the kiss after a short while, offering you a boyish grin as he took the rolled up blanket out of under your arm. He walked over to a corner in the warehouse, opening up the fluffy blanket and laying it down on the dusty floor. This wasn't ideal at all, but it was better than not being able to see each other at all. Baji took his backpack to the blanket as you walked over. You sat on the blanket and looked up at Baji as he walked over to the corner too. After he sat down, you smiled warmly at him and laid your head down on his lap as you looked up at him with an adoring look. No words could describe how much you love this man.

Baji opened up his backpack and dug through it, the sounds of packets and cans being heard. Soon enough his hand would emerge from the bag, holding a packet of your favorite candy. "I got you this." He offered the package to you and you obviously took it. "Thank you" you thanked him and opened the package before popping a piece of candy into your mouth, chewing the sweet treat. You took a other piece from the bag and held to to Baji's mouth too. He opened his mouth and took the candy into his mouth and happily chewed on it. Although it was dark, you could tell Baji was smiling, and soon enough he pulled his nose up.

"This ain't as sweet as you." He joked, and soon enough he chuckled as his cheeky, flirty comment. Baji leaned down and planted a tender kiss on your forehead, the way he always treated you with so much love and care made butterflies errupt in your abdomen and your heart beat faster. This man was the source to all of your happiness and he was all you'd ever need.

You sat up slightly, sitting on his lap and looping your arm around his neck, smiling wholeheartedly at the guy, "So kiss me." You giggled, a giggle that was drowned by Baji locking his lips on yours in a loving and passionate kiss. You would never ever get enough of Baji's sweet lips. You loved the way he kissed you, you loved the way he touched you… you loved the way he loved you. You loved just… everything about this man, it was almost as sin — how perfect he was.

In one swift movement, Baji turned your body so you would be straddling him, his kiss became more needy and lustful, the way he bit onto your bottom lip, holding it between his teeth before pushing his tongue past your lips and exposing himself to the taste of the candy you had eaten just moments ago. God… you'd be the death of him. He couldn't imagine a future without having you in his life. And the same could be said for you. Baji was your person, thinking about a life without him? Your whole world would crumble and fall apart. Every moment you spent with him made you feel whole and happy.

After a hot minute, Baji broke the kiss, his lips were red and swollen, along with yours, his breath was heavy… It was hot, you thought to yourself. Baji gave you a devious grin, you could feel the erection he had in his pants and you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on. "Lay down for me." Baji whispered — he wasn't asking you. He had a firm grasp on your hips and in a swift movement, he gently laid you down in the blanket whilst his lips attached themselves to your sweet neck — kissing, biting and licking the sensitive skin and letting out a low growl. He needed you so much.

"Do you… have protection?" You questioned him, pushing him away briefly. Your eyes had a lustful glow to them which told Baji that you wanted him just as badly.

He nodded, "Of course I do." Baji leaned down to peck your lips once more before sitting up and once more, digging into the bag and pulling out a condom.

You grinned up at him and took the small packet from him and holding it between your teeth. Baji growled lowly at you, he leaned down once more and began to plant kisses all over your neck while his big hands slid under your shirt and making contact with your soft and warm skin. He lifted your shirt up and eventually he pulled it off your body. His mouth moved to your shoulder, kissing and sucking marks all over, then your collarbone, and down…

Baji was getting impatient, his hands moved behind your back, unclasping your bra and hastily taking it off and tossing it aside with your shirt. Baji caressed your torso very gently. It was light… feathery touches and finally he would cup your boobs and start to grope you. The soft flesh felt good in his hands and the tightness if his pants was starting to hurt.

"Fuck… I'm not waiting longer." He hissed as he got rid of the rest of your clothing. He left you, completely exposed for his eyes only. "You're so fucking beautiful." Baji purred. It was his turn now to start stripping of clothing material. He started with his shirt, taking it off and exposing his nicely toned torso for you to touch and caress, which you did. But soon you stopped and ripped the condom package open with your teeth and smiling at him.

He let out a chuckle, his breath got faster and heavier as he hastily began to unbuckle his pants. When he successfully did so, he pulled it down to his knees along with his boxers. His rock hard member was finally freed and leaking with precum. He grabbed the open condom package from you and pulled the condom out, rolling it onto his dick and stroking his aching cock with a firm grasp. Truth be told, patience wasn't his forte so he wasted no time to glide his tip along your folds, he was eager to pull out any moans from you and he was happy to hear you whine from the teasing. Without anymore warning, he pushed himself inside of your tight and wet walls. Euphoria took over the man as he let out a low, pleased moan, "Fuck…"

You'd never get used to how Baji made you feel, how he reacted, how he touched you, how perfect he felt inside of you. Everytime you got intimate with him it felt like the first time… it was like heaven. It was an experience that was nothing short of being addictive. "Hah… you're so good Keisuke." You moaned out as you pulled him closer, your finger nails digging into his back whilst your legs wrapped around his waist. Everything about him was just perfect.

Baji kept still. He wanted you to adjust to him and honestly you didn't wanna wait. You needed to feel him, "Move… please." You begged him. Your wish was his command — Baji began to drag his dick along your right walls. You felt so good, it was a heavenly feeling. Every ridge he felt, the sounds you made, the way you scratched his back and the look on your beautiful face drove I'm absolutely crazy. "You're so good to me." Baji whispered into your ear before biting your earlobe, he nibbled gently on it. His hips never stopped to move inside of you, he was on cloud 9.

You felt the same. On cloud 9. Baji knew exactly what to do to make you putty under him. He hit deep, the right spot over and over and it made you see stars and only hold onto him even tighter. You never wanted to stop feeling him so close. Although you couldn't ignore the fact that you were slowly reaching your peek, the knot in your lower abdomen threatening to snap with every passing second and every thrust Baji gave you. After all, the man was slowly losing his composure and his thrusts came harder and faster and you could feel his dick twitch. He was close too.

The way your warm walls clenched so deliciously around him triggered a low moan from falling from his lips, his pace got more brutal too, "Fuck… so tight…" Baji praised you, "Cum for me, pretty." Baji whispered into your ear. He knew your body. He knew it's weaknesses and exactly what to do and say to make you fall apart.

His low voice in your ear, his fast pace, it threw you over the edge, having the most delicious orgasm wash over you. Your reactions made Baji's head spin, "Fuck… Kei…" you moaned out as you clawed onto his back with one hand and the other pulled his hair. The stinging sensation on his sculp along with the way you squeezed his dick oh so tightly threw him over the edge. He emptied his balls into the condom with a moan of your name before his hips finally began to slow down and eventually stopping.

His head moved up, away from your neck, he looked into your eyes, with his half lidded eyes. He was panting hard too. It was a godly sight. Seeing him so fucked out and tired after having his way with you was truly a sight to behold. "I fucking love you… and I love fucking you…" Baji whispered before locking his already swollen lips with yours, he savoured your taste for just a little longer, your tight warmth too before finally pulling himself out and rolling the condom off if him. He tried it off and tossed all the way on the other side of the warehouse, he chuckled. He felt bad for the poor soul who found that.

He got his clothing back on and helped you to put yours back before pulling you into a tight embrace. He buried his head into your shoulder and took in your sweet scent. Words could not explain how much he loved and cherished you… his whole world would fall apart without you. That was a true fact.

"Can we go on a ride on your bike?" You asked him. You broke the hug slightly to look him in his eyes with your own puppy eyes. He couldn't say no to that…Baji gave you a toothy grin and scooped you up into his arm, "Sure." He carried you bridal style to his vehicle and placed you on before getting his helmet out. He made sure you wore it. Baji didn't give two shits about wearing a helmet himself, but you? It was essential for you to wear it. He never wanted to risk anything happening to you.

Baji got onto the bike and the moment you were held onto him tightly with your head rested against his back, he started his bike and took off. The streets were dark and not really busy, therefore he didn't mind driving a little faster, he loved the way the wind blew his hair back, the cool breeze was refreshing to him. It was to you too. The ride on his bike was nice.

However…

As Baji was driving down the road, a large truck was suddenly coming speeding down the wrong lane, it was close to you guys… it was… gonna hit you if Baji didn't act fast. The moment he noticed it he cursed out, "Fuck!" Baji had no choice but to drive off of the road and crash his bike against the tree. It was a hard crash. It hurt. His body was aching… his head was aching. He got himself off of the bike and held onto his arm… he was sure it was broken. The pain was unimaginable, however he was quick to snap out of it the minute he remembered that you were also with him. His eyes went wide and he looked over at you. You were lying on the road, unconscious.

"Y/n…" Baji croaked out as he got himself to his feet with great difficulty. He stumbled over to you and sat by you, laying your head on his lap after he removed your helmet… you were bleeding. Badly. Baji was panicking. "Y/n… wake up… please…" Baji pleaded. His voice was soft and weak. Something that wasn't common to hear from him, his eyes were welling up with tears too. This couldn't be happening. Baji began feeling your pockets, and eventually he fished out your phone. It was still working… Baji, with shaking hands dialed an ambulance. He tried to be so fast and on the phone the guy was a sobbing and stuttering mess. He wasn't worried about his injuries. He was more concerned for your life.

Baji stayed there in the middle of the road with you until the ambulance finally arrived and took you both to the hospital.

Days past. Baji visited you daily. You suffered a bad head injury and you were out for a few days. On this particular day, he brought your favorite drink along. He sat beside your bed and placed the drink on the table next to the hospital bed. He took your hand his, he looked at your unconscious body. Boy, the amount of guilt he felt… it was his fault. He kept on blaming himself for this. All he wanted was for you to wake up and beg you for forgiveness. Although he wasn't sure if he deserved it. "Please… wake up for me?" Baji's lips were quickering, his voice broke too. He was a mess without you. He didn't sleep well, and he lost his appetite. He only wanted one thing — for you to be okay.

However, it was like a god above heard him, or a miracle… Baji had no idea, but your hand moved, you moved your head… you let out a moan of pain as your eyes slowly began to open. The room was bright… it hurt your head. It irritated you. You let out a sigh. Your eyes explored the room and finally landed on the man holding onto your hand. And you could say for sure you had never met his stranger in your life. "Uhm… hi? Who are you?" You asked quietly.

As for the guy? He looked at you, his once smile, dropped and it turned into one of shock, pain, overall it looked like his entire worled had just fallen apart. His hand got weak too. The tight grasp loosened and eventually he let go of you. He looked totally and utterly broken. "I'm… Y/n… it's me… Keisuke… your Keisuke. I'm your boyfriend…" Baji's eyes filled with tears as he said those words. Even the most excruciating physical pain he had ever felt would never compare to this. It felt like Baji had just felt a hand trespass his chest and rip out his heart before crushing it to pieces. The look of confusion told him all he needed to know. You had no idea who he was.

"I'm sorry… I don't know…" you mumbled to him. You seemed uncomfortable, honestly. You didn't know whether to take him by his word. He could be some random guy telling you that you were his. However the look on his face told you otherwise. He was indeed telling the truth and as much as you felt guilty. You were not ready for an interaction with him.

Baji nodded at your response… "I… I-..." Baji was at a complete loss for words. However before he had the chance to find his voice, the door opened the nurse declared that visitation time was over. Normally Baji would fight and protest. But today he didn't have the strength so he just nodded and walked out of the room. His head hung low as tears shamelessly fell from his cheeks. He wasn't even a spec inside of your head and truth be told… you were all he thought about. He knew everything. After trying so hard… he didn't think he would lose you like this.

Baji got onto his bike. The pain of that. You would never ride with him again. He would never feel your head against his back… your arms around his waist. He never wanted to touch his bike. Therefore before he started the bike, he got off right after and kicked the vehicle. He screamed out as he took all of his frustration out on his bike. He finally left the hospital behind, but he felt heavy… he felt hurt. He suddenly felt like everything was just for nothing.

TAGS: @tokyometronetwork @bajiissofine @noelledleapier @tokyorevengersslut69 @rindousfavoritewife @wildartist

[stxrmylxve]

hi cutie , i was wondering if you could do opening up and phone calls with mitsuya, draken and baji (separately) pls 🫶🏻 hope you’re feeling good today 🤍

ahh thank you! hope you enjoy my love 🫶

Mitsuya:

okay let’s switch things up here; he is the one sniffling on the other side of the phone

which is probably hard to think about; this great and humble guy breaking down?

we all have our breaking points, shut up lmao

he was just so done with leaving you for a fight, to worry you about his bloody knuckles and bruised face; you shouldn’t have to worry about things like that in a normal relationship

but you didn’t care, you sat there and listened to his soft sniffles as you leaned against the wall, pained by his whimpering since you knew there was nothing you could do but to speak

when he breaks down, not even his sisters can help him. it’s his own internal fight, and he needs you right beside him. even if you’re through a phone call.

Draken:

he had gotten used to comforting you , and he didn’t mind it, because you had a lot more on your shoulders than he did

his heart would ache as you gasped and caught your breath after a break down, glancing over at mikey that intently watched him

”… I don’t know what to do.” you say finally, wiping your tears as draken sighed

”you could stay on the call while I leave and head towards your house?”

it might be a while, but he will come with open arms and your favorite things to cheer you up

your big dragon is always there for you 💗

Baji:

he doesn’t like to show his soft side

he hates thinking that he is soft or breaking down, so brushing things off is the best thing for him to do otherwise

but when he met you, he realized that all of it was coming down and crushing him

he needed you.

he wasn’t crying, but his voice was constantly cracking as he told you about a recent fight he had with kazutora

it was harsh to talk about, so you gave him plenty of time to explain, responding when needed

“y/n..?” baji asks, waking you up slightly from a light gaze you had been in

”yes?”

”… thank you.”

[seichira]

we’ve been fighting for miles.

you’re in the car with baji keisuke, and the road is getting blurry as your vision is replaced by tears. the ride feels lonely despite not being alone, and baji wonders if he’ll lose you at the end of this long road.

pairing : baji keisuke x reader

genre : angst

inspired by : we’ve been fighting for miles by new west

“i need you to understand, baby. i’m only doing this because i have to protect my friends. it’s not like i’m doing this for myself—” baji tries to reach for your hand but you shoo away all his attempts to do so.

you stare straight ahead on the road, but baji can’t concentrate knowing that you are giving him the stone cold treatment that sends chills down his spine in an undesirable way. he wishes he could pull over but he figures that’s not the best thing to do after you told him ten times not to do exactly that.

at the start of this journey on the way home, he told you about his dangerous plans and he asked you on how you feel about them. naturally, you are horrified and worried about their implications.

“that’s the problem, keisuke. it’s like you’re not hearing me! you’re doing all this for them and what do you get in return? i’d rather you do things selfishly than throw away your life like this!”

“they are good friends to me, y/n. stop talking like i’m doing this for nothing. i’m doing this because when i had nothing, they were there. i can’t turn my back on them like this!”

it stings a little that he talks about them like that, like they were the only ones there when he had nothing. no one is keeping tabs, not even you, but you are more than sure that you have been in his life long enough to at least get some credit that could give you an opinion on his life.

“at the expense of your own safety?”

“if i have to, yes!”

your jaw drops in utter disbelief. “that’s stupid! noble, but stupid!”

“i don’t know what to do, then!” he says, frustrated. his mannerism leads him to comb his hair to the back, in sync with his deep sigh.

he looks defeated because he finds himself at a crossroad between his love for you and his love for toman. you believe that it is time for him to start thinking about himself and save himself from the possible pain of his decisions in trying to salvage the gang, but he thinks sacrificing himself is the best course of action.

for what seems to be the thousandth time, your boyfriend reaches for your hand once again, only to fail. the red light prompts him to shift gears and he finally has a few seconds to really look at you and not just give out glances. you find yourself cornered when he turns to face you completely.

“baby, i don’t know what else to do. i know you mean well, but this is what i know is right. this is what i should do. infiltrate valhalla, and find out if all my hunches are right so i can protect my friends.”

your shoulders drop in disappointment, and that doesn’t go unnoticed by him. it shatters him to his very core to see you hurting like this, that you even have to talk about such things than to just lead a normal life without all the gangster bullshit.

with a small voice, you answer, “i don’t get the point why you had to ask me if i’m on board if you have already decided to do it. do whatever you want.”

it takes him by surprise that you let him do what he wants to do, but somehow, the way you say it is even worse. it is torture, he thinks. he’d rather take a beating than to endure this treatment from you.

“green light, kei.”

he frantically looks back to the front to continue driving, but he can feel himself choking up at the situation before him and the heavy atmosphere embracing the two of you.

this time, your body faces the window to your right, completely shutting out all his advances to at least have some contact with you. by this time, you start weeping at the heartbreaking conversation.

baji tries talking, but his voice gets caught in his throat and it breaks in the process. “w-what do you mean i can do whatever i want?”

you sniff, and that is enough for him to know that you are crying. it is like a trigger to his own tears, too, and his eyes start to become blurry. he holds back his tears because he is still driving, after all, and your life is still in his hands within this vehicle.

“i mean it exactly as i said it. you have already decided to go on to this suicide mission. for your friends. s-s, do it.”

“and you’re okay with it?” he treads lightly.

“no. i don’t think i’ll ever be okay with it, but i’m removing myself from the narrative because i can’t do it anymore.”

a crashing wave of fear washes over him, and although it’s unclear, he understands what you are trying to say. he slows the car down, trying to find a place where he can pull over, but you stop him.

“can’t do what anymore?”

“this. us. it’s… it’s too much to be love. i can’t continue on like this, staying up all night wondering if you’ll come back home to me in one piece.”

he is growing more frustrated and terrified at the thought of losing you. “y/n, you know that i’m trying my best to come home to you. i never failed. you know that!”

“until when, baji?”

his name comes out of your lips like poision. it’s not an endearment, not keisuke, not kei. just.. baji.

“until when until you don’t come home?” you finally look at him, revealing your bloodshot eyes and wet cheeks. “you have to let me go. stop doing this to me. i understand now that there are a lot of things that you can do for your friends but not for me—”

“that’s not fair,” he argues, but the stubbornness in his voice is nullified by the equally red eyes he has and the shaking of his hands on the steering wheel.

you nod. “i know. it’s not.”

“baby…”

“from now on, you can do what you want. you don’t have to worry about me anymore. i will no longer wait for you, so you can stay out as late as you want. you can go wild as long as you want. i’m done stopping you from doing all the things that you want to do.”

he doesn’t know what to say. you have been fighting for what feels like forever, and he is starting to feel the undeniable distance that has been growing between the two of you that he was too stupid to realize until now. he can’t do anything about it anymore. he can’t change anything.

“take me to my parent’s house,” you demand. “i’ll come back to our place tomorrow to grab my stuff.”

baji just sits there and drives, while letting the tears fall freely. he understands why you’re doing this and he knows it is all his fault.

he parks the car in front of your gated childhood home, a literal mansion that you willingly left behind to live with him in a humble apartment that wasn’t much, but you turned it into a home.

“can i change your mind?” he tries.

you shake your head and removed your seatbelt so you can scoot closer to him. “don’t try because you probably can. but kei, i’m really… exhausted.”

he pulls you in for the tightest embrace he has ever given you, and you almost do not want to let go.

“i’m sorry,” is all he can say because right now, he is all set on throwing everything away for his friends. right now, the possibility of hurting you is much higher than taking care of you.

he doesn’t know if he’ll come out of this mission alive, and he doesn’t want you to wait in your shared apartment for news of his death.

so, he lets you go.

“i’ll come and get you after all this shit, yeah?”

you nod, “you can do whatever you want… but please try to avoid getting hurt. just that. please. i beg you.”

that was the last time you ever saw him. when you heard of his death, you weren’t alone in your shared apartment—you were in your childhood home, wishing you never let him drive away that day.

a/n: this was supposed to be angst with comfort at the end, it was already typed in the content part, but my fingertips have a mind of their own! anyway… ouch?

[catfuyus]

— ❝ COMING HOME ❞ ft. BAJI KEISUKE

Nothing feels right. You place the keys in a small ceramic bowl near the front door’s entrance. It’s a new smell in the same house. The smell of fresh paint that never dissipated from when you first moved in. Everything is off. As if you had suddenly awakened from a long, disassociative nothingness, and everything had changed from the moment you went under.

Everything was different, as if you were seeing it for the first time, but everything was technically, the same. Years unchanged.

You remove your shoes, hang up your bag and wander into the kitchen. It’s airy, light. The faint smell of freshly chopped herbs on the cutting board in sight. But no people. This house is empty. It’s full of things that you know you should recognize, you do recognize to an extent, but still nothing.

The sliding glass doors open to wide, green yard. Flowers blooming in the garden. There’s patio furniture placed on structured concrete with four chairs arranged for seating. Four chairs, you think absentmindedly, before shutting the doors again to wander through the kitchen and back through to the living room.

The house has stairs. Carpet padded stairs just after the tiled floor. Something tells you not to go up. Something tells you to head back out. To get out, while you still can. Get out while you still can.

So you exit the front door, bare feet padding on the cold concrete. There are flowers planted by the front door as well.

The house is a shell. Decorated warmly. Garden maintained. But there is a scent that lingers beneath the artificial candles and freshly cooked dinners. A sickening smell that speaks more to its true nature than the inhabitants can seem to admit. Or maybe they don’t notice. You noticed the smell as soon as you walked in.

A car pulls up. Your heart spikes, silently hoping, needing it not to be the person it needs not to be. You need your peace to last a little longer.

It’s a small black truck. Chevy Colorado. It’s not new, not clean on the outside. It parks on the street in the middle of the driveway. A guest not staying long. It would anger the inhabitants of the house if it did.

The door slams, and he appears around the front of the car. Smiling brown eyes. Hair pulled high into a ponytail. As he walks up the driveway you know he smells like sunlight and cologne. An old Metallica shirt you’d seen a dozen times and a silver cross necklace dangling from his neck.

He stops smiling when he sees you. Surprise taking over the features of his face. A faint, what’s wrong as he pulls you into his chest.

You hiccup. His shirt is wet where you pressed your face, tightly clutching onto the back of his shirt. You hiccup a little louder, rubbing your face into the cloth with no regard for anything else.

He leads you down the steps, the faint smell of freshly cut lawn and the summer sun passing by you with your eyes blurry. It’s a nice smell. A familiar smell. The truck door is opened and you slip into the leather seat.

We can try again tomorrow. We can try again some other time. It doesn’t have to be here. We don’t even have to try again if you don’t want to.

No it’s okay. It’s really okay.

He presses his lips against yours. Hard in a thin line. Exhaling as he pulls away. And you’re dizzied with the need for more. But his amber eyes are hard, pulled into vexing thought. And you feel protected. And needy. Arms going out to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him in for another, more desperate kiss.

I’ll go get your shoes. Keys in the house? You nod. Stay right here. I’ll be right back.

You duck down, low into the seat and wait for him. He’s quick. Reappearing through the window of the car and popping the driver’s door open. He sets your keys in the cup holder, shoes on the floor, slides in and starts the car.

He takes your hand and kisses the back of your knuckles. Eyes on the mirrors as you watch his face. I love you. Puts the car and drive and leaves this awful place.

I wish I could give you more. I wish I had more to give.

You’re everything I want. I don’t want you to think I need any more than you. He smiles, wraps his large hand around your thigh. I already have all of you. You’re my whole world.

And you’re mine. Your throat hurts. Sore from suppressing emotion. I don’t want to be this person. I don’t want to be a bad person.

I never thought you were. Not for one second.

⋘ ──────── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──────── ⋙

There are parts of the past that you miss. Coffee in the morning. Carpet under your toes. Fresh baked cupcakes and pulling out a chair for dinner.

You think those things belong there. In that house. And that’s what you miss. But all those things and their softened afternoon light. Hazy naps under the sun and a cooling evening with ice cream and tv.

These are not permanently gone. Not since you started dating Baji. He listens to the kind of music you like. Play fights with you when you’re annoying. He makes you coffee in the morning. Memorized it just the way you like. And when you look up at him with tears in your eyes and hesitant hands, he brushes your nose up against his and pulls you in for a kiss. I’ll always keep you safe.

But you don’t know that, Kei. You don’t know what’ll happen.

That’s the one thing I do know, babe. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.

And jump out of bed and bring your coffee to cling to his back all day. Taking little sips. Careful not to spill, as you keep your arms trapped around him. Keisuke is kind like that. Keeping you stuck in his arms. Under his weight. It’s almost like he needs to feel you too. Like he knows you’re safe when you’re stuck to him. His little wife. Only he knows this side of you. The softened underside of your belly that you show no one. All hard edges and growls smoothened over. When you’re with him like this, it makes him realize that you’re family. That you’ve made a home in him. That he wants it to keep growing, with just the two of you, and whatever else you make.

That your trust was hard earned, and he lives every day to be deserving of it. Knowing that he’ll always be the kind of man you need. Because he loves you, you’re the one, and no one else fits in his heart like you do. You make everything easy, and even when it’s hard, he’s still so filled with love for you. And it’s not the painful kind that your parents have hammered into you. It’s bittersweet and blossoming. Achingly beautiful and delicately loving. A tender love that protects. A fierce love that guards and releases. You’ve never known that kind of love. Not until Baji pulled you into his arms and gave you his heart.

It’s never been safe to be kind. It’s never been safe to be tender. To let them know what you’re feeling. To let them know this softer side of you. It’s never been safe.

So you became a fighter. You became strong and ferocious. A leader in part. Confident in some. Aggressive, protective, you are the one who guards, who keeps others safe. But with him, it feels so nice to sleep.

To weaken. To soften. To trust. With closed eyes and open heart. That he will take care of you. All of the parts of you. And you can connect, deeply, to the side of you that no one knows. That in safety and security, you can make a home with him. And know that he will defend it and never neglect it. Because it’s his home too. It’s his Everthing. And it means as much to him as it does to you.

[knchins]

hiii 🤍 if possible, could i request a part 2 of the trust issues s/o, but this time with mitsuya and maybe baji??

also, i hope ur day/evening is going rlly well ☺️

Hi hi!! Of course! My day has been very good! I hope your day/night is also going well ^-^ Sorry this took some time, I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Mitsuya x Reader, Baji x Reader

TW: hurt/comfort, minor neglect, minor depictions of PTSD/trauma, mild angst (with happy endings)

Reader Type: Gender Neutral (Baji refers to reader as Angel) Word Count: ~300 each

A/N: I won't be doing colored text anymore as I see that it messes up default color text for dark mode users on mobile! Apologies for that <3 You can read part one here.

Mitsuya

Mitsuya had been working longer hours than usual lately. He had a fashion show at the end of the week and while he promised to make time for you, he had failed to keep it for several days in a row. Now he was arriving home to your shared apartment, a carefully made dinner long gone cold still sat on the dining table. A frown formed on his lips as he searched to find you curled up on your bed in the fetal position, crying softly. 

“Hey, hey, come on now.” He said softly as he laid down beside you, wrapping you in his arms. You flinched at the soft touch, and he instantly felt a huge wave of guilt wash over him. “I’m sorry,” He said as he tried to pepper you with kisses, but each time you shied away from him. 

“This is the fourth night in a row, Taka.” You mumbled, obviously still very upset with him. A few kisses weren’t going to dig him out of the hole he had put himself in by overworking. He had always struggled with time management, especially when a deadline was so close. 

“I know,” though he sounded regretful, you were skeptical of how bad he truly felt. Mitsuya wanted nothing more than to bring that pretty smile back to your face. “Why didn’t you call me? I told you before you should. I get so wrapped up that I forget to check the time.” 

“I just figured if you cared, you would want to come home and spend time with me.” You replied, and he knew that your fractured trust was partially his fault. He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a long time as you lay in silence for what felt like hours. 

“I’ve been working on a surprise for you.” He admitted sheepishly, “I wasn’t going to tell you but the grande finale to my show is a garment I made especially for you. I’ve just been so obsessed with making it perfect that I guess I lost sight of what’s more important, which is our relationship. 

A small smile lit up your face, “Really? For me?” 

“Yes, of course.” He said, giving your body a gentle squeeze as he hugged you. “Just for you.”

Baji

Baji had always been a bit of a wild card. He was known to fly off the handle at small inconveniences, and something even had simple as hunger could make him do violent things. However, one thing Baji had never done was show this kind of violence towards you.

It wasn’t until one particularly bad night, he had gotten into a fight and was still high on adrenaline when he came home. He began slamming doors to cabinets, kicking furniture, and generally being aggressive towards inanimate objects. 

He was too caught up in his anger to notice the way you were cowering away from him. How every loud sound that he made would make you swallow hard and pull the blanket wrapped around your shoulders even tighter. It wasn’t until he realized that you were missing from his side did he notice how petrified you looked. 

“Hey, hey, Angel I’m sorry.” He murmured, knowing he’d gotten caught up in his own head again. He didn’t mean to frighten you, and while he’d never lay a hand on you he knew that your trauma response couldn’t be helped. He put on a smile to try and show that he wasn’t upset and you let out a relieved sigh. 

“I hate when you get like that, Kei…” You said in a quiet voice.

“I know,” He replied, pulling you into a tight hug. “I got carried away again. There’s some ice cream in the freezer, why don’t I make us both a bowl and you put on a movie you like, would that make you feel better?” 

You nodded, relieved that he could be so sweet and understanding despite such a rough exterior. Baji pulled away from you and grinned. “Go pick out what you want to watch, then.” He watched as you shuffled into the living room and he made a mental note that next time he should just stay out until he’s calmed down. 

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[b0nten]

SEASONS OF THE HEART

[SYNOPSIS] ��⁀➷｡ as he promised you that you were more than everything combined, he must’ve had himself a change of heart like halfway through his plan, because his voice trailed off exactly as he passed the exit light.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ inspired by noah kahan’s stick seson. can i still classify baji fics as being spoilers? spoilers i guess. angst, mentions of blood. mentions of reader smoking.

as you promised me that i was more than all the miles combined

baji doesn’t do feelings. he doesn’t do long-term, and he, for sure as hell, doesn’t do love.

still, why can’t he explain this tingly thing that he is feeling, this.. fuzziness in his chest? why does he feel his stomach tense when you laugh? or why does his heart feel shredded when you wave him goodbye?

why does chifuyu smile when he tells stories about you, and why does his mother ask him more often if you’re coming over?

if he doesn’t do any of those things, what is this feeling that’s been bubbling up in his chest for what feels like billions of years? what’s been boiling in his stomach, threatening to spill at any time, for the last few weeks and what is that little voice that tells him to “just do it”?

why is he, right now, holding you by your shoulders, struggling to fight off the demon that keeps telling him to clash his lips onto yours?

is he really this fucking stupid? you ask yourself, before you take matters into your own hands. you taunt him, slender fingers weaving through off-white linen, wrinkling the thin fabric, and perfect manicure clashing with the carelessly knotted tie that you try to fix every morning, before you both let all second thoughts dissipate into the rusty air of the junkyard.

the way your name melts off his tongue today is sweeter, sickening dare you even say, and it makes you fifty times hungrier for him than you were just a minute ago.

you must’ve had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive

“be my girlfriend.”

he doesn’t ask, he doesn’t care. right now, for him, it’s this way or nothing at all anymore.

because your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign

“baji..” you can only smile and comply, because today might be the first and last time you accept one of baji’s demands.

loud and clear as the birds migrating across the mellow, velvet sky, your heart pounds in your chest, in synch with toman’s division captain’s and there’s this soft and cloudy feeling that sets in your heart, tattooing from ventricle, across to the atrium, this preciously cruel moment.

kept on driving straight and left our future to the right

you gaze into his eyes and remember the wind blowing through your hair, cooling you off from the suffocating tokyo humidity you tried so hard to get used to, to no avail. engine sparks and tire tracks now play a new role in your life, along with the boy that stays so still in front of you it’s worrying.

the stars can’t compare to the beam baji’s smile gives you and the thought of him positively rips your soul into two — one half for you, and the other for him.

now i am stuck between my anger and the blame that i can’t face

“can it get more beautiful than this?” you hear him break the silence theatrically and, instinctively, your eyebrows furrow together, as response to his talent of ruining some, and maybe all, tender moments.

only, today, he isn’t ruining anything, today is his, and so are you, so you can only look at him with the soft smile of being in love for the first time and take his in, hoping the memory will permanently grow a root into even the smallest corner of your mind.

memories are something even smoking weed does not replace

and curse your bad habit, because your lighter falls from your pocket right then, allowing baji to chuckle one last time. his hand reaches for your cheek, wiping away the small tear that your own couldn’t, and he tries to perch himself up to kiss your forehead like always.

his little fangs peek from underneath his tear-ridden lips while his hand tries it’s best to soothe your little sobs, and this time he can’t promise you anything but the world for the next time he sees you.

“i hate lying to you, ” he whispers, “but today i might lie to myself, i’ll keep telling myself i gave and will give you all the stars and the galaxies.”

and i am terrified of weather ‘cause i see you when it rains

“let go” he whispers and reaches to his back to take the traveling hand away.

when you wipe your face an obvious streak of maroon clings to your face and the smell of copper makes your eyes water and stomach turn inside out. sickening or repulsive are not words strong or good enough to describe the empty pit the sharp odor of the mass you’re now covered in creates in your stomach.

“i don’t wanna” you simply say, and he smiles, because that’s all that he has the strength for anymore.

ear-wrenching silence creates a bubble around you, and your breath hitches in your chest when he finally, thankfully, says something.

“there’s one thing you have to do, though. and promise me you will, ” you’re skeptical of his wish, but you still hear him out, hoping it’s nothing crazy. “two things, actually, now that i think about it.” he corrects.

“i’m hearing you out.” you nod, choking back on your neglected cries. you’d like to swear, scream, shout and smash at everyone and everything that is anywhere near you, but him.

“leave the gang. and, most importantly, be happy.”

you’re left dumbfounded, and so is everyone else. even the haitanis, kisaki and hanma look at him like they’ve heard the biggest secret the earth holds.

you bargain with yourself in your own mind, the prison only he knows how to escape by heart, because he’s been in there enough times to save you from it. it’s no wonder he lifts a hand up again and simply has your face so close to his you can hear his struggling breaths.

“so, what do you say?” he asks with the same boyish grin he slaps on his face to annoy you, apparently even on his deathbed.

today, you’re feeling angry. maybe if the gods weren’t cruel, baji would be asking you that in ten years time, under completely different circumstances. you curse fate into next year, wondering why it had to stomp your heart to bits and slice your soul clean in two, only to let one part wilt prematurely.

today, you’re not feeling remorseful, you want revenge on fate, and that’s part of why you’re giving baji everything he wants: if there’s one person who knows how to cheat the Moirai, it’s him and you, together, against the rest of this cruel, despicable world.

“i promise, ” you start off slowly, as you feel the eyes of everyone widen in shock and disbelief, burning holes in the nape of your neck and top of your head, “i’ll leave the gang, and be happy for you, baji.” you finish, forehead clashing down onto his. your hands cling to him like the leaves cling to their branches upon autumn coming, only this time, your linen is wrinkled and and stained, and baji can only whisper a faint thank you.

he lets your long-awaited cries somewhat consume themselves, before he finally whispers the three words you never took so seriously until now.

“i love you, y/n.” he stresses the second word, he wants you to remember it until you meet again.

“i love you too.” you answer back.

one smile, and it’s over. then, it all comes clashing down: as red as your shirt and cheeks are from the blood and the crying, just as red is everything you see around you now.

should you yell? you don’t know. should you fight? you don’t know that either. just moments ago, baji was being his usual self, while laying bleeding in your arms. you don’t know how you’re supposed to feel, how you want to feel or how you feel. the world around you is simple static, drowning out the screams and gasps of other boys. it pierces through your eardrums and it hurts, for sure, but it’s also clarifying.

you press one last kiss to your now boyfriend’s temple, then simply get up and walk away.

“mikey, draken, chifuyu,” you cought to get their attention, “i’m not a liar.”

albeit stunned, and partly in denial, that’s all you need to say for them to understand what you mean.

“i announce my resignation as strategic analyst of the tokyo manji gang.”

the words are harsh, but the hurt and sorrow calmly seep through them. it’s peculiar, bizarre, disturbing even. you stress the fifth word like baji’s did to love no more than a few minutes ago.

will you be happy? you hope so. will you be happy without him? no. never.

[willowfolksong]

i think labyrinth suits baji, especially if the reader and baji are enemies

“uh oh, i'm falling in love” part is when theyre both catching feelings for each other but theyre both denying it to themselves because that's just ridiculous as they thought

“oh no, i'm falling in love” the part they realize that they really are in love with one another, but theyre hiding and still denying it but you can sense the pining

“oh, i'm falling in love” is the part where they just give in to their feelings😭😭

SO SORRY I RANTED TOO MUCH 😭😭 i jst had this thought and needed to share it after seeing the lavender haze fic

falling in love, again

Keisuke Baji x Reader

a/n: thank you for your kind words, anon. I wish you could see this. your ask inspired this fic, so thank you so much 🫶🏻. hope you can enjoy it ✨

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

You didn't even liked him to begin with.

He was scary, loud, and incredibly disrespectful for no apparent reason.

He drops the book on the table and you recoil, anger simmering in your downcast eyes.

'This will only be for a month. Only a month and nothing else', you think to yourself, taking a deep breath and wondering why you said no when you were offered the possibility to move to a more advanced classroom, thanks to your notes.

You wouldn't have to deal with Keisuke Baji then.

"This book is crap and ain't no way I'm gonna read it"

"You have to" you say through gritted teeth "Or you'll fail this subject"

You're not even looking at him, but you know he's shrugging without a care in the world "As if I care"

"Aren't you one year behind already?" you ask him in a mocking tone. You really don't know where you got the courage from, because Keisuke Baji is definitely a guy no one wants to mess with "Do you want to be repeating again?"

He places both hands on the table and leans down, hovering over you like a panther about to jump on its prey.

"You little shit"

"Fine by me, you know?" you finish, and your voice is only a whisper now but you still get up, pick your bag and start walking towards the classroom's door. Never mind your shaking hands "It's not my problem anyway"

He calls your name when you're about to leave, and you only stop because you're genuinely surprised that he knows it.

"Fine, just ..." he sighs, shoulders sagging. Then he points to the book with an angry scoff "Let's just get this thing over"

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

It was going to be just one month, one month to get your teacher out of your back. He was supposed to be your good deal of the year. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Are you freaking kidding me?" he yells, and you quickly silence him by placing a hand over his mouth. His smile tickles your fingers.

"Be quiet!"

"You mean I could've just read the manga version, instead of the whole ass book?"

"No, reading the book is important for the test" you tell him, rolling your eyes. But then he's making a grabbing motion with his hands that actually makes him look like a toddler reaching for his parents, and you have to laugh and hand the manga to him "But I thought you would appreciate seeing the story like this as well"

"Oh, I appreciate it alright" he yells, grimacing when you scold him again, and actually making a quick bowing motion when he turns around to find the librarian glaring daggers at him from the front desk "Yeah, yeah, sorry. I'll keep my mouth shut"

"Good" you nod, grabing your books "I'll leave you to it then"

It's only two days before the test, and you want to do some studying alone in your bedroom, wich translates into frantically pacing back and forth and reading stuff out loud, but he really doesn't need to know that)

He calls your name when you're about to go out the door, and this time, it is you who apologizes to the librarian, who looks absolutely done with the two of you.

"Thanks for this" he smiles, and it's a sharp smile with a hint of fangs that has you blushing and praying he's too far away to notice how quickly the colour spreads from your cheeks to your neck "You ended up being way cooler than what I thought"

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

You were just meant to be the surprisingly cool nerd girl that helps him get a good grade, pass the subject, and then just becomes someone he casually smiles when he bumps you on the hallways.

"Why are you smiling?" he asks, and you smile grows even bigger.

"How do you know I'm smiling? Your eyes are closed"

He shrugs, and you snuggle even closer under the blankets "I just know it"

"How?"

"I just do. I have a super power"

"You're a dork, that's what you are"

At that he smiles as well, and he even opens one eye to look down at you, with your head on his chest.

"Yeah well, but I'm your dork"

"I guess that is true"

"You chose me, so no backtracking now"

"Wouldn't dream of it" you laugh.

"Yeah, well. Because you wouldn't be getting rid of me that easily anyway"

"Really?"

"Yeah, you're totally stuck with me"

"Oh, I didn't knew you loved me that much" you say in a singsong voice, attempting to make a joke that clearly falls flat when Baji goes silent, and you have to actually look back up to see if he suddenly didn't just fell asleep.

"I mean" he starts, licking his lower lip in that nervous way that reminds you to your first kiss "I do love you"

One second passes.

Then two.

Then you're sitting down slowly and looking at him in bewilderment.

"I was just joking" you tell him, watching him immediately go from relaxed to surprised, then to defensive.

"Well, I'm not. You have a problem with that or what?"

Your mouth falls even more open, if possible.

"Ahm..."

"I love you and you're just gonna have to deal with that" he finishes, and then gets up in a flurry of blankets, and you just stay still and watch him quietly apologize to your cat for scaring her half to death on his way to angrily put his shirt back on and make a beeline straight for your window. The one he climbs almost every night when you're absolutely sure that your parents are sleeping already.

You only really realize he just confessed his love to you and immediately took off when you hear him start his motorcycle, and then you're running to the window he left carelessly open to shout his name, your parents be damned.

"I love you too!" you yell "So much!"

He flashes you that signature smile that you first saw that faithful afternoon at the library, and then disappears into the night.

You get scolded and grounded the next morning, but you still think it was totally worth it to see his blush right before he put his helmet on.

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

Because now... now you're going to have to spend your whole life getting over him.

You don't go to the funeral. Chifuyu tells you everyone was there. That his mother cried a lot. That a couple of them asked about you. You're only half listening.

Only when he places a hand on your shoulder you look up, to his stormy eyes that must look exactly like yours.

'Breathe in, breathe through. Breathe deep, breathe out'

The box with some of his stuff that his mother sent you stays under your bed until you move out of your parents apartment. You take it with you, because your chest still hurts even then, eight years later.

All because you fell in love.

In the great labyrinth of things that life is, you wonder if it was always meant to be like that.

...

It's the beginning of the year and you say yes when your teacher asks you about changing classrooms. You're going to miss studying with your friends, but you can still see them at lunch.

It's for the better. This is what's supposed to happen.

You graduate with flying colors. You go to college. The love you feel for the kitty you found starving on a side of the road and that has now become the queen of your bedroom and hogger of all your pillows, compels you to study veterinary science.

Life is good. Everything's like it's supposed to be.

Until one of your teachers asks you a tiny favour.

"You have to" you say, and the guy has the nerve to look all smug. As if he wasn't failing the class "It's the only way you're going to pass"

"Look, you don't have to be a little shit about it" he tells you, and you suddenly want to pick up the book he carelessly dropped on the table and smack him on the head with it "I know what I have to do. I don't need any bossy girl that thinks she's way cooler than she is telling me what to do"

"Okay fine! Whatever! Just do whatever the hell you want!" you yell, because you're 22, running low on caffeine and with a roommate that is going through the worst breakup ever, so you've been staying up all night doing your part in consoling her.

You don't have enough energy for this.

You're almost at the door when you hear him call your name, and a wave of emotions that surges seemingly out of nowhere threatens to topple you over, so you hold onto the door frame before slowly turning to look back at him.

He has apparently opened the book, and it's looking at whatever page he landed in with a furrowed brow.

"Fine" he relents, taking a quick look at you before closing the book back with a little more force than necessary, and plopping down on his chair "Let's just get this over with"

And you have a feeling, right in that moment, that this is exactly how things are supposed to happen.

This work belongs to my Midnights: Sleepless stories 🕰️ collection, a series of reader insert fics based on the album Midnight, by Taylor Swift, with characters from Haikyuu, Tokyo Revengers and Blue Lock. ✨

You can still send an ask if there's any character you would like to see in any particular song ✨

Last: lavender haze

[kazutora-kurokawa]

now, cheater!reader x baji? I need his reaction omg

Baji x Cheater!Reader

♡ SFW, cheating obviously, angst no comfort, break up, crying ♡

note: just some quick headcanons cus you're breaking my heart anon 🥲

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🔥 Baji would absolutely lose his goddamn mind because why the hell would you cheat on him?

🔥 He's done nothing but love and support you and he feels extremely betrayed and taken advantage of

🔥 His world is crumbling in his hands because he really thought you were his soulmate, his one and only

🔥 It takes all his willpower to not forgive you or just scoop you up in his arms and hold you close

🔥 He surrounds himself with the rest of the Toman captains, occasionally getting their advice (and getting talked out of contacting you)

🔥 He portrays himself as strong and nonchalant on the outside but he cries by himself when he gets home

🔥 He spends every night scrolling through photos of you two together, thinking about what a future with you could've been like

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[sugurugetoswife]

death by a thousand cuts

featuring- baji keisuke

warnings- indirect mention of death, angst, fem! reader, tons of sadness.

special tw- lot of poetic devices that conclude Taylor and Lana's lyrics- lol!!!

you were serenely lying on the bed whilst your back to baji's hard-knock chest. he was just holding you in his warmth- one hand tugging on your waist while the other played with your hair, he's forehead clipped to your shoulder skin; these were times you sincerely holded upon, these were the times you had him all to yourself cause he is either busy with his so called gang stuff and being the first squad captain or sharing a peyoung yakisoba with chifuyu.

and then it happened, you were about to stumble in your deep slumber when you felt a sharp glacial cold atmosphere hitting your skin- engulfing you, immediately opening your eyes and turning back you saw nothing but a cushion beside you. you were afraid to death, scared of those healed up wounds opening up again- the physical absence of baji but the still presence of his lingering body-heat in your conscience and all you can do is wait, nothing else but wait and wait. you abruptly got off the bed, throwing the blanket on the side, evacuating the bedroom and ran downstairs where you saw baji all dressed up in his grey hoodie, busy fixing his cuffs.

there he was standing a door away from annihilation which he daily escapes and comes back to you, and every time he's past that threshold you are left alone thinking when will it be again that you will have him in your arms- after your done shouting and getting mad at him for all those fresh cuts over old scars and new wounds he has acquired, when will it be again that your frozen world would be ignited with baji's love.

asking him "is it important to go?" is useless, it's like asking an all dressed up teenager to not go for a party, either ways they will how much ever you try to stop, not that baji treated these dreadful wars less than a party- you knew he gets that adrenaline rush he desires through it but you didn't give a shit about this, as long as he came back to you safe and sound you were more than thankful to all the deities, he was that soul in your cold dusty life that set your universe ablaze."baji, I beg you please stay safe." with your palm caressing his jaw as it slided down and rested on his chest, absorbing the feel of his warm palpitating heart.

"love, I'll be back in a jiffy I promise." while mouthing his talismanic i love you's he closed the door leaving you with loneliness and just like that he was gone.

Unbeknownst who knew he was gone only to never return back to you, gone forever.

And you were left alone, right where he left you. Sitting still in dim light at the corner of the room that haunted you the most. But the pain was so evident enough that you had no energy to shift; when everybody moved on you were there in your head, exactly where he left you- alone. The heartbreak wasn't heard nor seen, like the ship rolls in through the water- rough on the surface and cuts through the water like a knife.

The kisses he left were tattooed in your brain, on your skin, they'd linger forever and haunt you for a lifetime. The stars he drew around your scars were fading and now you were bleeding, bleeding to death. His memories were like a melody constantly being played in your head, his soul would come back telling you to cope up but you wished you were dead; you had entered an eternal dark paradise.

[gennabi]

i see you (everywhere i go)

chifuyu x baji • 0.2k

platonic; angst , hurt no comfort

[ spoiler warning ep20 / chap60 , that empty feeling after you lose someone ]

tokyo revenger masterlist | main masterlist

it's awfully silent that morning , he wasn't sure if it's yet a new day . yesterday was a blur , he remembered crying and crying so much and suddenly , the sun is greeting him . the faint smell of blood stirs up his nose and he realized he still hasn't changed from yesterday's clothes .

was it real ?

the scenes are vividly playing in his mind : the sound of metal against skin , how warm his best friend was in his embrace , and seeing his best friend's toothy grin for the last time . chifuyu breathes out a sigh , head lazily tilting to his study desk . he unvoluntarily rolls his eyes at the obvious reminder from universe when he spots the doodles baji used to fill in his notebook every time he gets too bored during their study sessions .

pulling his blanket up to his face , he almost screams when he feels a weight on his chest . only to see his beloved cat , peke j . oh great . even his cat's name is suggested by baji— well at this point , might as well prepare to be the laughing stock of the universe if they're ought to do it more .

ignoring the world for a moment , his gaze settles on his little friend and all its cute little spots , the corner of his lips threatening to curl up ,

"think keisuke's doing good there ?"

the black furball says nothing , walking over to flop itself against chifuyu's cheeks and only then , it purrs . at least baji wasn't reckless enough to not leave him someone before he goes , isn't it ?

[staystraykay]

When Did You Know It Was Mom?

FT: Baji X Reader

CW: Fluff, Angst, Humor, Cussing, Gang related themes, mentions of cannon character death (Not Baji's obviously), Toman gang, fighting, slight blood, and hurt and comfort

A/N: Your son needs advice. He really likes a girl, and he thinks it love-but he isn't sure. So, Kai asks you and Baji how you knew you loved each other-and how Baji knew you were the one.

Ok, this mentions that pesky episode where...Someone dies, and someone goes to Juvie for 2 years. It you don't know by that hint then this might spoil some things for you. Just a spoiler warning.

MASTER LIST

Kick Back, relax, grab a drink, and enjoy this rollercoaster ride!

Kai had been acting off for the past couple days. Keisuke had noticed after your sixteen-year-old had gotten a text on his phone and Kai turned as red as a tomato. You had noticed days before when Kai had when several hours attempting to play videogames, however he was checking his phone ever two to three minutes.

Kai had a girlfriend.

Or at least a crush. That's the realization you had come to. Baji however was as clueless as the day he Chifuyu said he had to tell Keisuke that he had a crush on you.

"He is acting like some shy pu-"

"Finish that sentence, Keisuke Baji, and I will kick your head in." You snapped at your husband who was lounged across your bed. You had been folding the rest of your clothes and putting them away when Kei had come in saying he had watched Kai run right into a wall like some kind of idiot.

"Well, I mean come on, Y/N. He ran clear into the wall and he wasn't looking down at his phone for once. It was like he was moving, but no one was taking the leadup in hid brain." He pouted. You didn't often threaten your husband, and when you did he acted like one of your kids when they were in trouble.

"He's distracted, Kei." You attempted to hide the smirk growing across your lips.

You had been worried when Kisa had said she wanted to bring a boy to family dinner. You were lucky it ended up being Koutaro Matsuno, and it was an understatement to say you had been passing the room thinking of who the boy could be before you knew.

But when it came to Kai you weren't necessarily worried. Kai had always been so wrapped up in the TOMAN lifestyle and being there when his friends needed him that you were afraid no girl was ever going to make such an impression on your son. So, if the girl was worthy of catching his attention this much, she must be something else.

"Distracted by what? He ran into a door, Y/N!" Keisuke threw his hands up. You looked at your husband. Your strong, gorgeous, walking Pantene commercial of an oblivious, slightly moronic husband.

"A girl, Keisuke." You sighed, resisting the urge to rub an annoyed hand down your face.

"A girl?" Kei snapped up. "I haven't heard him mention any girl." He looked to be thinking back, or at least trying very hard to think back.

"Keisuke, come on. He doesn't have to say it. He's easily embarrassed these days, frantically checking his phone ever other minute, when he's waiting for a text, he's so distracted he runs right into walls and doors." You crawled onto the bed, kissing your husband on the cheek. "You remember those days. When we were just kids, and you got att flustered holding my hand." You teased.

"Hey! I was not flustered." He pouted, looking at you with those beautiful bronze eyes.

You opened your mouth to taunt him more, when a small knock came from your door. You giggled a 'come in' as Keisuke continued to whisper how he was never flustered about anything.

"Mom? Dad?" Kai poked his head in, looking down at the floor. You noticed the pink hue painted across his cheeks.

"What's wrong, honey?" You patted the foot of the bed, signaling your son to sit there.

"Nothing's wrong." He muttered, his fingers fumbling against one another in his lap. "I just wanted to know...um...how did you guys know you were in love? I mean you guys were a lot younger than I am when you got together, and here you were now married with kids. I mean, weren't you guys like twelve?"

You and Kei both looked in shock at your son. It was a pretty bold question. One he had never asked about before. Sure, Kisa had asked when she was little, but Kai had never asked something like this before. Never really cared. Mom and Dad were just Mom and Dad to him, and how you two had gotten together was just his origin story. Outside of that, he didn't care.

"Um, well, yes we were pretty young, but me and your dad aren't like normal people." You blushed looking back on it. You both were so young, and the situations you put yourselves in were so dangerous.

"Yeah, but how did you guys know you loved each other?" He asked bluntly, looking up to you.

Keisuke sighed and racked a hand through his hair.

"It's not like it's that easy to talk about, Kai."

"Honey, a lot of bad things had happened around that time, and it just brought us closer." You added in.

"For starters, I had been involved with something very bad." Keisuke started, throwing you back in time to 2003 when you were twelve years old and scared for yours and Kei's future.

The slap could be heard a few blocks away. It stung like it anyways. The heavy tears rolling down Emma's face in steady streams hurt worse.

"I hate you!" She cried out as another slap connected with your face.

You didn't blame her, nor were you going to stop her. She had every right to hate you. And as for the beating you were receiving, you deserved it. Her brother died after all, and Keisuke had been there.

You knew already Emma couldn't help but let some of the blame she put on Keisuke spread to you. You were constantly with Keisuke. Hardly seen apart. When she looked at you, she saw Keisuke, and it made her stomach churn.

"Emma!" You heard someone shout out, but you didn't bother looking. You best friend wanted you dead, and you couldn't blame her. She had hit you pretty hard, hard enough to knock you down. You didn't bother to try and catch yourself either. You felt ever sting and booming pain as your body collided with the concrete.

"I never want to see you again!" She screamed out more hate you knew she was feeling only out of loss and morning. She weaved her hand in your hair, grasping at the root as she ripped you up. She raised her hand to connect another hard punch to your cheek just before she was yanked off you by someone much stronger than herself.

Draken.

Fourteen-year-old Draken had pried Emma off of you, dragging her a good distance from your body. Other than the raging pain in your cheek and the blood filing your mouth from the blow after blow to your face, you were fine. No lethal wounds, just the empty ick seeping out every pore as you continued to self-loath.

Keisuke and Kazutora had attempted to rob a bike shop only a couple days ago. Attempted to rob and ending up killing the shop owner in the process. S.S. Motors. Shinichiro Sano's Motorcycle shop.

You knew Keisuke didn't kill Shinichiro. You knew he didn't do it. Kei loved Shinny like he was his own older brother. Keisuke grew up without siblings and no father, but Shinichiro had been the big brother he needed. He had always been there to steer both he and Mikey in the right direction.

Keisuke wouldn't hurt Shinny.

"I know." Someone said softly.

Your eyes snapped open to look up at Mikey. He was looking down at you, wiping the smeared blood from your bruised face. His eyes were sad, but they weren't empty. Not like when he shut down and turned dark.

You hadn't realized you had been speaking allowed.

"Mikey," Your voice cracked, tears stinging the small cuts from the gravel on your face.

He helped you up, throwing your arm over his shoulder to guide you to the stairs to sit down. He sat next to you, inspecting the bust in your lip and the scrap on your cheek from the fall.

"I know Baji didn't do it." He said softly, looking you in the eyes. "Emma is-"

"I don't blame her." You cut him off. "She's sad, and even if I know Keisuke didn't hurt Shinichiro, he was there, and I can't deny that. Even so, I'm sorry, Mikey, but I won't abandon him. I can't." You wheezed as your cheek continued to swell.

"Because you love him." He said in a matter-o-fact tone as he looked up to the clouds.

Your heart stopped. You hadn't said it out loud before, and you had never heard someone else point it out. It was easy to ignore that way. You were twelve, and like everyone said, it was bound to fade out. No way a twelve-year-old knew what love was.

"What?" You croaked out.

Mikey looked to you from the corner of his eyes and smirked ever so slightly. "What? You didn't know?"

You shook your head, your headache worsening. "We've barely been dating for a year."

"Doesn't matter." Mikey shrugged. "When you find where you belong things like age don't matter. I know TOMAN is my family, and I'm only thirteen." Mikey took a deep breath and looked back to the clouds. "Baji is like my brother. I believe in him. I wouldn't abandon him, and I wouldn't ask you too."

You bit down on your bottom lip to try and stop the trembling tears from spilling out, but it hadn't worked. Fat tears rolled down your face as you clung to Mikey. Patting your head, he let you use his shoulder to cry on.

That night, after your tears finally subsided and the pain from your injuries had begun to really set in, Draken had taken you home. Mikey had offered, but you felt he was much needed elsewhere. Emma needed her brother's shoulder to lean on more than you had.

Draken had offered after he saw the swelling of your eye worsen. Your house wasn't far, and you were going to need his help climbing up to the second story window to sneak in through your window. So, he walked along side you, a gentle and comforting hand guiding you along the way.

After he had helped lift you to the sloping roof where your window sat, and then slid your window up enough for you to slid through, he gave you a weak smile you could just barely see.

"Emma doesn't hate you, Y/N. She's just hurting right now."

You nodded and with a cracking whisper you voiced your understanding.

"And don't let anyone fool you. We're all glad Baji found someone who will stick by him. He's lucky to have you in his corner." With that, the six-foot middle schooler hopped off your slopping roof and walked off into the night. Leaving you to curl into bed, and cry.

Days later you had kept up with any new information. The court dates. The charges. What the boys had admitted to. You needed to know everything you could. The idea of Keisuke and Kazutora not being there every day, their goofy smiling faces not there to greet you after school, it made your heart ache and stomach turn. You hadn't been able to hold an ounce of food down in days.

Neither of your parents understood what was making you act out. Bothy were convinced you had caught a cold or some form of flu. Neither of them knew about Keisuke. Being strict and controlling, you knew better than to ever tell them about Keisuke. So, when they had forced you to stay home from school to rest and heal you took the lack of supervision to your advantage.

Sneaking out was easy when both your parents work demanding jobs and neither thought to take the day off to watch over you. And you knew they'd never leave work to come check in either. Work was a serious responsibility, and if you had gotten yourself sick than it was your responsibility to take care of yourself and make yourself better.

You took a train to the closest stop, and just walked from there. The Juvenile Facility wasn't that far from the train stop anyways. A few blocks and BOOM you were there. The officer who greeted you at the door looked almost like he wasn't going to let you in. You looked sick from the dark circles under your eyes and the flushed complexion from constant vomiting and lack of sleep. However, he seemed to think you were fine and let you sign in for visitation.

They guided you into the little room with nothing more than two chairs on either side of thick glass with small holes for speaking. You sat alone for a few minutes, just the sound of the ticking clock behind you to fill the silence. And then the door opened, and Keisuke came out with his head hung low and not looking much different from the state you were in.

"How'd you get here?" Was the first thing he asked as soon as he sat down. Not once looking at you.

"The train." You pushed out, the hollowness in your own voice concerning to yourself. "Are you ok? No one's causing you guys any trouble, are they?"

His brows furrowed and his hands turning white from his grip. "They don't let murderers out of their cells much." He ssaid shortly.

"You're not a murderer." You said sheepishly. You knew he wouldn't want to hear it, but you said it anyways. He needed to know you believed in him enough to know he hadn't done it.

"Yeah right." He scoffed.

Something about the way he had said it, and the way he thought so lowly of himself at this point made you snap for a moment. "You're not. I know you a little better than you think, Keisuke, and I know you would never do something like that on purpose or with malicious intent!"

His eyes snapped up to you, taking in the pale complexion and dark circles and slightly sunken cheeks. He saw the lack of life in your face, but when he looked at your eyes, they didn't hold the same hollowness they had with the guard at the door. They were fierce and stern and strong in your belief in him.

"I don't care what you say, and if I have to believe in you for the both of us, I will." You snapped, tears trying to make their way up. "I came here to make sure you knew someone out here was on your side. I came to remind you that someone out here still believes in you."

Tears had slowly come down his face, flowing on their own accord. "Why?" Was all he managed to get out.

You paused. Not knowing whether to tell him what you had come to discover with Mikey's help now or not. It would be easy to tell him now, but then again you wouldn't get to hug him or really express that newly discovered love. But if you waited and he was convicted then you still wouldn't get the chance too. However, you knew you needed to give him some kind of hope to cling onto.

"I'll tell you once you're on the other side of this glass." You stated.

After that he told you of what he had going on so far. His lawyer didn't sound terrible or quack-ish. And Kazutora seemed like he was going to testify to Keisuke's innocence. And it made it easier on your nerves to know that no one had bothered him so far, be it inmate or CO. Some time went by before a guard came in and said the visitation time was over.

It felt wrong to not get to kiss him or hug Keisuke goodbye. The only thing you could do was kiss the tips of your fingers and pressing them to glass where he had copied you. It felt lacking, but it would have to do for the time.

Three days later Kazutora testified to Keisuke's innocence and Keisuke was found not guilty and free of all charges. The day he was being released you had taken his bike with his mother permission to pick him up.

Nervously, you patted down the sundress you had decided to wear and tucked your hair behind your ear a million times. When a loud buzzer sound went off and the gates began to slide open you couldn't help the run you broke out into. Smiling he wrapped his arms around you and breathed in the smell of your vanilla and honey shampoo.

"Wasn't there something you were supposed to tell me." He smirked, holding you face in his hands as he brushed his thumbs lightly along your cheeks.

Nodding and leaning into his hands you smiled, small tears brimming your eyes. "I love you, dumbass."

A chuckle fell past lips before he pulled you back in to embrace you. "I could have done without the dumbass comment, but I love you too."

You didn't want to let go. Out of fear that this might just be a dream, or a really cruel joke.

"Come on, let's go before they change their minds." Keisuke muttered into your hair before taking your hand and leading you to the bike before speeding off.

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐘 | 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈

category: fluff to angst

Y/N was the prettiest girl Baji had seen. He loved her dearly. The first time he saw her, his eyes lit up. He was so in love, that he dropped his Peyoung Yakisoba that he and Chifuyu were sharing. He just knew he had to impress her in some way—

He reviewed her grades and she had consecutive A’s— Alright, Keisuke. Look like a dork. Chifuyu had tried to tell him to just go up and talk to her but, our little Keisuke couldn’t handle that.

He came to school the next day wearing glasses and carrying a random glasses case he stole. “You dropped your case.“ Y/N said, picking the item up. Baji saw sparks fly.

“C-Can I take you out?”

Y/N gave him a dazed look and became silent. “Sorry! I shouldn’t have asked that. Forgive me-!”

“Sure. Why not?”

The rest was history. Well- Chifuyu had to help Baji steal enough cash to buy an expensive suit. It was fun. After two months of dating. The entirety of Toman knew about Y/N.. but, the thing was. They never encountered her. They only heard stories about her from Baji and Chifuyu.

Come to find out, Y/N thinks Baji has an after-school job. Well, guess what? The after-school job is Toman! “You gotta let us meet her. Come on! How am I gonna tell funny stories at the wedding?!” Mikey pleaded. “Ok- Ok… but she really doesn’t know about the gang stuff. She can’t find out, seriously.” Baji said.

You were sorta happy to meet Baji’s friend. Their appearances… looked a bit scary. You heard from your parents that only gang members had piercings. “Hi… I’m Y/N L/N…” The girl bowed, hearing their loud laughs. “Y/N You don’t have to bow, seriously.” Baji smiled, holding her hand gently. “This is Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Pah, and you already know Chifuyu.” Baji pointed to each person as he said their names. “We heard a lot about you! We didn’t expect him to actually have a girlfriend though. Glad there’s someone to deal with his bullshit.” Draken smirked.

“Keisuke’s actually laidback! He studies with me a lot!”

“WHAT?!”

“He studies with me… All the time? Did I say something wrong?” Y/N withered. “N-No! They’re just surprised because um... Baji’s a lot smarter than us. He’s really quick with work so we’re surprised he’s actually studying with someone!” Chifuyu said, smiling at Y/N. “Oh… That’s great! I didn’t know you were that smart, Kei! I guess you really are a genius.” Y/N kissed Baji’s cheek with a small smile.

“Well! It was lovely for you guys to meet! How about I take you home, Y/N! You know your dad is really strict about that curfew!” Baji yanked Y/N away. “You guys nearly broke the cover!”

“… How do we break a cover? Its fabric.”

“Come on Pah… Follow along bro.”

To you, the meeting was only questionable because they didn’t sound stunned that you and Baji were both smart— but because he wasn’t that smart. If Keisuke wasn’t that smart, then how in the world was he keeping up with you? “Kei… Are you lying to me about something?” Y/N asked, letting go of his hand. “… No. Why would you think that?” He responded, looking her in the eyes.

“It’s just um… Your friend. The ones you introduced as Mikey and Draken... Have you not heard of them? They’re gang members! It’s um. The… Tokyo.. um... I dunno.” Your shoulders slumped, but you noticed Baji breathing heavily. “You haven’t been in contact with any gangs, right? Are you ok?” He asked.

“I met the leader of the Black Dragons once! He and his friends stopped to help me because I scraped my knee! I wonder how they’re doing…”

Not well, Y/N! Baji actually had something to do with his death but moving on:

“Ok, Y/N. I’m a part of Toman. You were right. Tokyo Manji Gang, ok? I just.. didn’t want you to be scared of me.” Baji looked away and began rubbing his neck. “Huh? Why would I be spooked by anyone? If I’m gonna die I’d just die. I’m scared of my mom when she messes up dinner though.” Y/N shrugged. “So you’re not upset?” Baji smiled.

Y/N roughly grabbed his ear and pulled him down. “Yes, I am upset! You overworked yourself because you wanted to seem smart, didn’t you? That’s why you kept showing up to school late!” Y/N yelled. “Ok! Ok! Yes! I did! I wanted to impress you!”

The full way home was a lecture about protection and what to do if someone shows up to a fight with a gun— and to not lie about unreasonable things. Y/N cherished Keisuke regardless.

And when he departed, she just couldn’t handle it. She let herself go. Only so she could be reunited with her lover.

Anything for her loverboy.

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