Scary Dog Privilege
Some Baki Men x Reader
Warning, Some token Baki anime/manga violence. Npc men being creeps in a park.
Summary, The boys notice you haven’t been going out at night anymore. Turns out you had an unpleasant experience at your usual park. It’s made you not want to go back but the boys are here for you.
Baki Hanma
You hadn’t been to the park in weeks. The evening strolls you used to love had been cut short the night a group of men decided their words were more important than your comfort.
When you finally admitted the reason, Baki’s brows furrowed. He didn’t press for details, didn’t ask for names. He just said, softly,
“Then I’ll walk with you.”
The next night, he met you at your door, hands in his pockets like it was the most natural thing in the world. As you walked under the streetlights, the air felt different. Calmer. Or maybe heavier, you weren’t sure.
When strangers glanced your way, their eyes shifted almost immediately, flicking toward Baki and then down at the pavement. Nobody called out. Nobody lingered. It was like some invisible wall wrapped around the two of you.
You noticed it, even if you couldn’t explain it.
“You’re…really quiet tonight,” you said.
Baki smiled at you, warm and unbothered. “I just want you to enjoy your night walks again. That’s all.”
Later, as you passed the same bench where the catcallers had sat before, you saw it was empty. You didn’t know Baki had been there earlier that week, standing silently until the men felt their courage crumble and scattered like leaves in the wind.
All you knew was that you felt safe again. And when Baki’s hand brushed yours, steady and grounding, you believed him when he said, “Nothing’s going to bother you anymore. Not while I’m here.”
—
Katsumi Orochi
When you told Katsumi about the night at the park, you expected him to be angry. Not at you but at the men at the park. Instead, he went unusually quiet. His jaw tightened but his voice stayed calm.
“You shouldn’t have to put up with that.”
The next day, he mentioned offhandedly, “I’ll talk to the guys at the dojo. We’ll figure it out.” You assumed he meant just venting about it.
What he didn’t tell you was that, after a little digging, he and a few Shinshinkai students found the troublemakers. By the end of the night, those same men were tied up neatly outside a police station, bruised, embarrassed and very apologetic. Katsumi had made sure of it.
The following evening, he appeared at your door, smiling like nothing unusual had happened. “Come on. Let’s go for a walk. You’ll like the air tonight.”
As you strolled through the park, you noticed the strange quiet. No lingering stares. No voices following you. Katsumi walked at your side, hands in his pockets, casual but steady, like he was measuring every shadow.
“You’re safe,” he said simply when he saw the way your shoulders loosened. Then, after a pause, he grinned a little sheepishly. “Can’t have anyone disturbing your peace.”
What you didn’t know and what he never admitted was that Katsumi had gone much further than “talking” to anyone.
—
Retsu Kaiou
When you told Retsu why you’d stopped going to the park, you didn’t expected him to do much besides listen and offer you tea. Instead, his expression softened. He folded his arms, listening without interrupting, his eyes steady on you.
“That must have been very unpleasant,” he said finally, his voice low and even. “I am sorry you had to experience it. You should not carry the weight of their behavior.”
The words caught you off guard. He wasn’t dismissing it or making you feel weak. He was simply…validating you.
That night, Retsu insisted on walking with you. At the park, he kept a respectful distance at first, hands behind his back in his usual posture. But when he saw the way you tensed as someone glanced your way, he moved closer, his presence suddenly commanding, sharp as a blade, though he hadn’t said a word.
Nobody dared to approach. Nobody even lingered.
“You see?” he said quietly as you continued walking, the evening air cool around you. “Peace does not return when you hide away. It returns when you know you are not alone in facing the world.”
His tone was calm, almost teacher-like but there was something warmer beneath it. And as your hand brushed against his, you felt the quiet reassurance he’d been offering all along, not just protection but respect.
—
Kaoru Hanayama
When you admitted why you weren’t going out at night anymore, Hanayama didn’t speak right away. He just sat there, cigar smoke curling slowly in the air, eyes narrowed.
Finally, he said in that calm, gravelly tone,
“No one should be bothering you. Leave it to me.”
You thought that was the end of it, just Hanayama being reassuring. What you didn’t realize was that, the same night, he had already called a few of his men. By the following evening, the park was under quiet surveillance. Anyone looking to cause trouble found themselves “escorted” away long before they got close.
When you returned to the park with him, the difference was immediate. It was quiet. Peaceful. Almost too peaceful. Hanayama walked beside you, massive and steady, looking like he had nothing to do with the quiet park.
“You’re safe here,” he said simply. “Don’t worry about it anymore.”
You glanced at him, suspicious. “You didn’t do anything too drastic did you?”
Hanayama gave a slow shrug, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “Doesn’t matter what I did. What matters is you can enjoy yourself again.”
Behind you, somewhere out of sight, his men kept watch but you never had to know.
—
Jack Hanma
When you confessed what happened at the park, Jack was silent. He didn’t ask for details. He didn’t even frown. He just stared at you for a long moment, then muttered,
“Where.”
That night, Jack went alone. The men who had harassed you didn’t stand a chance. They weren’t opponents, they weren’t fighters, they were just cowards who’d picked the wrong person to bother. Jack didn’t waste words. He simply made it clear, with fists, with presence, that they’d never step foot in that park again.
The next evening, he showed up at your place. “Walk.” he said simply and the two of you headed toward the park.
It was quiet this time. Too quiet. The same corners that had felt threatening before were now empty, shadows undisturbed. You glanced up at him, suspicion prickling at the back of your mind.
“What did you do?”
Jack’s mouth curled into something between a smirk and a sneer. “Doesn’t matter. They won’t bother you again.”
He didn’t elaborate and you knew better than to press. But when his hand brushed against your back, guiding you forward, you understood. Whatever Jack had done, it was final. And you never had to be afraid there again.
