Like I've done with the Hogwarts Houses, Moral Alignment, Tarot Cards and Zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising); I am now creating a post for MBTI personalities! 16 all together, I've included some tests so if you don't know already, you can now!
Test One (from 16 Personalities, sort of the 'official' test, well the official free test. I think the real one you have to pay.)
Test Two (free don't worry)
Test Three (from truity)
There are sixteen different options that are split into four groups:
Analysts
Intuitive (N) and Thinking (T) personality types, known for their rationality, impartiality, and intellectual excellence.
Diplomats
Intuitive (N) and Feeling (F) personality types, known for their empathy, diplomatic skills, and passionate idealism.
Sentinels
Observant (S) and Judging (J) personality types, known for their practicality and focus on order, security, and stability.
Explorers
Observant (S) and Prospecting (P) personality types, known for their spontaneity, ingenuity, and flexibility.
The acronym INTJ stands for introverted, intuitive, thinking, judging. ESFP is the opposite of the INTJ personality type. They're also known as: The Scientist, the Strategist.
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One of the rarest personality types and one of the most capable
Rational and quick-witted
Not known for being warm and fuzzy. They tend to prioritize rationality and success over politeness and pleasantriesÂ
The INTP acronym stands for introverted, intuitive, thinking, perceiving. The opposite of an INTP is either an ESFJ or an ISFP. Also known as 'The Thinker.'
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Canât help but puzzle over the mysteries of the universe
Logicians arenât afraid to stand out from the crowd
Often lose themselves in thought
They put a great deal of consideration into everything they do
It stands for extroverted, intuitive, thinking and perceiving. ISFJs and ENTPs are two Myers-Briggs personality types that share the same cognitive functions, but in reverse order. Also known as ' the Innovator,' 'the Visionary'.
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It would be a mistake, though, to think of Debaters as disagreeable or mean-spirited. Instead, people with this personality type are knowledgeable and curious, with a playful sense of humor
No belief is too sacred to be questioned, no idea is too fundamental to be scrutinized, and no rule is too important to be broken
As Debaters see it, most people are too ready to do as theyâre told and blindly conform to social norms
They tend to be bold and creative, deconstructing and rebuilding ideas with great mental agility. They pursue their goals vigorously despite any resistance they might encounter.
Is someone with the introverted, intuitive, feeling, and judging personality traits. The opposite to INFJ is the INFP, who will appear less organized and less controlled than the INFJ to others.
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They tend to approach life with deep thoughtfulness and imagination.
Their inner vision, personal values, and a quiet, principled version of humanism guide them in all things.
People with this personality type care about integrity, and theyâre rarely satisfied until theyâve done what they know to be right.
Advocates tend to carry around a sense â whether conscious or not â of being different from most people.
Is someone who possesses the introverted, intuitive, feeling, and prospecting personality traits. ESTJÂ is the opposite personality type of INFP. Also known as 'the Idealist,' 'the Healer.'
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These rare personality types tend to be quiet, open-minded, and imaginative, and they apply a caring and creative approach to everything they do.
Although they may seem quiet or unassuming, INFPs have vibrant, passionate inner lives.
Happily lose themselves in daydreams
Known for their sensitivity; they can have profound emotional responses to music, art, nature, and the people around them.
Long for deep, soulful relationships
Mediators have a talent for self-expression. They may reveal their innermost thoughts and secrets through metaphors and fictional characters.
ENFJ is extraverted, intuitive, feeling, and judging personality traits. ISTP is the opposite of the ENFJ personality type. Also known as, 'the Giver,' 'the Teacher.'
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They're born leaders, with passion and charisma which makes them great politicians, coaches, and teachers.
These warm, forthright types love helping others, and they tend to have strong ideas and values.
They back their perspective with the creative energy to achieve their goals.
Feel called to serve a greater purpose in life
When something strikes them as unjust or wrong, they speak up
These personality types have the ability to pick up on peopleâs underlying motivations and beliefs
ENFJâs secret weapon is their purity of intent
They're motivated by a sincere wish to do the right thing
ENFP stands for extraverted, intuitive, feeling, and prospecting personality traits. ISTJ is the opposite personality type of ENFP. ENFPs are also called the Campaigners or the Encouragers mainly because of their desire to inspire and encourage other people. Also known as, 'the Champion,' 'the Visionary.'
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These people tend to embrace big ideas and actions that reflect their sense of hope and goodwill toward others.
Their vibrant energy can flow in many directions.
Are true free spirits â outgoing, openhearted, and open-minded.
They canât help but ponder the deeper meaning and significance of life â even when they should be paying attention to something else.
These people radiate a positive energy that draws in other people
Few things matter more to these personality types than having genuine, heartfelt conversations with the people they cherish
ISTJ stands for introverted, observant, thinking, and judging personality traits. ENFP is the opposite personality type of ISTJ. Also known as 'Duty-Fulfillers'.
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These people tend to be reserved yet willful, with a rational outlook on life.
They compose their actions carefully and carry them out with methodical purpose.
ISTJs pride themselves on their integrity
Arenât known for expressing their emotions readily
They strive to meet their obligations no matter what
ISTJs might unfairly misjudge people who canât match their rigorous self-control â suspecting that someone is being lazy or dishonest when that person might actually be coping with other challenges.
ISFJ stands for introverted, observant, feeling, and judging personality traits. The ENTP personality type is the opposite ISFJs. Also known as 'the Protector,' 'the Nurturer.'
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These people tend to be warm and unassuming in their own steady way.
Theyâre efficient and responsible, giving careful attention to practical details in their daily lives.
In their unassuming, understated way, Defenders help make the world go round.
They invest a great deal of energy into maintaining strong connections with their loved ones
Known for dropping everything and lending a hand whenever a friend or family member is going through a hard time.
Defendersâ sense of loyalty doesnât stop with their nearest and dearest â it often extends to their communities, their employers, and even family traditions.
For ISFJs, âgood enoughâ is rarely good enough. People with this personality type can be meticulous to the point of perfectionism.
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Warm-hearted
Responsible
Sensitive
Reliable
Caring
Will do anything for those they care about
Generous
Defenders tend to underplay their accomplishments but they eventually become resentful toward the people who just donât seem to appreciate them.
Excellent analytical abilities and an eye for detail
ESTJ stands for extraverted, observant, thinking, and judging personality traits. INFP is the opposite personality type of ESTJ. Also known as 'the Supervisor,' 'the Composer.'
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They possess great fortitude, emphatically following their own sensible judgment.
They often serve as a stabilizing force among others, able to offer solid direction amid adversity.
ESTJs feel most comfortable when there are established procedures in place
Taking pride in bringing people together
The main challenge for Executives is to recognize that not everyone follows the same path
Executives are classic images of the model citizen: they help their neighbors, uphold the law, and try to make sure that everyone participates in the communities and organizations they hold so dear.
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Productive
Task-Orientated
Pragmatic
Enjoy order and structure in life
Focuses on facts and details rather than ideas and concepts
ESFJ stands for extraverted, observant, feeling, and judging personality traits. ISTP is the opposite personality type to ESFJs because they often struggle to be practical. Also known as, 'the Caregiver,' 'the Host.'
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They are attentive and people-focused, and they enjoy taking part in their social community.
Their achievements are guided by decisive values, and they willingly offer guidance to others.
Energized by time spent with others
Consuls do believe in the power of hospitality and good manners, and they tend to feel a sense of duty to those around them
Consuls have a talent for making the people in their lives feel supported, cared for, and secure.
They believe that there is a clear right thing to do in nearly every situation
ISTP stands for introverted, observant, thinking, and prospecting personality traits. ENFJ is the opposite of the ISTP personality type. Also known as, 'the Vigilante,' 'the Crafter,' 'the Analyser,' 'the Artisan.'
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They tend to have an individualistic mindset, pursuing goals without needing much external connection.
They engage in life with inquisitiveness and personal skill, varying their approach as needed.
Virtuosos love to explore with their hands and their eyes, touching and examining the world around them with cool rationalism and spirited curiosity.
Energized by time spent alone
Virtuosos are likely to go too far, accepting likewise retaliation, good or bad, as fair play.
Act too soon
Theyâll be the first to tell an insensitive joke, get overly involved in someone elseâs project, roughhouse and play around, or suddenly change their plans because something more interesting came up.
ISFP means introverted, observant, feeling, and prospecting personality traits. ISFP is the opposite of ENTJ: the commander, who is upfront outgoing and demanding. ISFP is quiet and unassuming. Also known as, 'the Artist, 'the Composer.'
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They tend to have open minds, approaching life, new experiences, and people with grounded warmth.
Their ability to stay in the moment helps them uncover exciting potentials.
Adventurers tend to see themselves as âjust doing their own thing,â so they may not even realize how remarkable they really are.
Quiet and reserved, people with this personality type are keen observers; they enjoy the moment and whatâs happening around them.
ESFP stands for extraverted, observant, feeling, and prospecting personality traits. INTJ is the opposite personality type of ESFP. People with this personality type tend to be outgoing, friendly, and impulsive, acquiring the most enjoyment from being in the presence of others. Also known as, 'the Performer.'
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These people love vibrant experiences, engaging in life eagerly and taking pleasure in discovering the unknown.
They can be very social, often encouraging others into shared activities.
These people love vibrant experiences
ESFPs get caught up in the excitement of the moment, and want everyone else to feel that way, too.
No other personality type is as generous with their time and energy as Entertainers when it comes to encouraging others, and no other personality type does it with such irresistible style.
Many famous people with the Entertainer personality type are indeed actors
Thereâs no greater joy for them than just having fun with a good group of friends.
Have the strongest aesthetic sense of any personality type; an eye for fashion.
ESTP stands for extraverted, observant, thinking, and prospecting personality traits. INFJ is the opposite personality type of ESTP. Also known as, 'the Doer,' 'the Action-Seeker,' 'the Persuader.'
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They tend to be energetic and action-oriented, deftly navigating whatever is in front of them.
They love uncovering lifeâs opportunities, whether socializing with others or in more personal pursuits.
They love using common sense to find smarter ways of doing things.
While they are dedicated to whatever they're working on, they don't like to be micromanaged or told what to do by others.
They thrive by being the center of attention.
Always have an impact on their immediate surroundings
If an audience member is asked to come on stage, Entrepreneurs volunteer
They have a special ability to react quickly in an emergency or crisis situation.
Extraverts (also often spelled extroverts) are "outward-turning" and tend to be action-oriented, enjoy more frequent social interaction, and feel energized after spending time with other people. Introverts are "inward-turning" and tend to be thought-oriented, enjoy deep and meaningful social interactions, and feel recharged after spending time alone.
Sensing (S) â Intuition (N)
People who prefer sensing tend to pay a great deal of attention to reality, particularly to what they can learn from their own senses. They tend to focus on facts and details and enjoy getting hands-on experience. Those who prefer intuition pay more attention to things like patterns and impressions. They enjoy thinking about possibilities, imagining the future, and abstract theories.
Thinking (T) â Feeling (F)
This scale focuses on how people make decisions based on the information that they gathered from their sensing or intuition functions. People who prefer thinking place a greater emphasis on facts and objective data.
Judging (J) â Perceiving (P)
The final scale involves how people tend to deal with the outside world. Those who lean toward judging prefer structure and firm decisions. People who lean toward perceiving are more open, flexible, and adaptable. These two tendencies interact with the other scales.
Kimetsu no Yaiba Fanbook Two Taisho Rumors: Pillars
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The order of the characters here is in accordance with their terms of appearance in the fanbook.
Tomioka Giyuu
Giyuu's haori was almost torn to shreds during the decisive battle [against the Demons] but Nezuko mended it so beautifully. The original memento of a fabric, however, had been reduced a lot. But now most of the fabric have been restored, Giyuu-san was so moved he sent Nezuko so many gifts (kimono, Western clothes, hair ornaments) that even Zenitsu considered him as a rival.
Giyuu was also befriended by Uzui and his family, it seemed, and when Uzui's child was born he was allowed to hold the baby.
After the battle, Giyuu went into coma and was in a dangerous state, so everyday Nezuko, bringing his mended haori, called for him to come back. For a while it was also not known whether Tanjiro and Shinazugawa would regain consciousness due to their critical state.
Kochou Shinobu
Shinobu's pet goldfish was named Fugu. She wanted it to grow healthy and full of life.
She wouldn't admit it, but she was a natural [airhead] so the names she brought up for Kanao first included Suzume* (a bird), Hakobe* (a plant), Kamasu* (a fish), Tanago* (a fish), Tobiko* (fish roe), among the unique names she came up with.
When Kanae opened the papers with said names on them, she froze for a while. Her face broke into such an "EH?!" expression that even Aoi couldn't smoothen things.
"What's so funny?" Shinobu got a little pissed, so the upset Kanae just smiled and sweated as [Shinobu] folded [origami] cranes, balloons and rabbits while [Kanae] put out the papers with unique names on the floor. When Kanao was about to pick up the paper with "Kamasu" on it, Aoi, displaying karuta-like speed, replaced it with another paper.
[Kyojuro] has a sound mind that was not easily distorted by any circumstances. He could talk to anyone, young or old, male or female. Sometimes people were afraid of him because they feel as if [he and them] weren't looking at each other even though they were looking at each other.
He sometimes didn't listen to what people say (he was the type of person to reach conclusions quickly) but was sensitive to the subtleties of people's emotions, so he was very caring. Due to this, he was well-liked by the other Pillars.
As with the case with Tanjiro, despite conflicts from differences in the way they treat each other, [Kyojuro] never hold it against the other [person] and was able to respond quickly with a smile again. He was also quick to change his mind. There were many people who can't keep up with him due to him being too fast. He was a bit of an impatient [person]. He also ate his meals quite fast.
Uzui Tengen
Three of the nine [Uzui] siblings died before they even reached ten years old due to overzealous training. The remaining six were forced to kill each other on their father's orders.
They were forced to fight each other, not knowing who they fought as their heads and faces were covered with masks, and Tengen only realized his father's trick in dismay after he had killed two of his brothers.
Even though [Tengen] told of their father's crazy idea of leaving only the strongest children, his remaining brother felt nothing about killing their other two brothers. Tengen, who turned his blade away, then left the village with his wives without fighting his brother.
For a while it became a habit for him to say he was going to hell, but he stopped after Makio got angry with him, Hinatsuru cried, and Suma bit him.
He continued to anguish over whether he should have exterminated the Uzui clan, but he couldn't bring himself to kill his father and brother.
Tokito Muichiro
On the time [Tokito] lost his memories and resembled his brother's mannerisms, he was happy his brother had protected him. (The people around him got a healthy dose of his toxic speech though).
He was harsher with his words, but he knew he, who was more absentminded than his sensitive brother, was the one with tougher nerves.
Even before he entered the Demon Slaying Corps, Tokito could sleep soundly no matter if there was a tempest or a thunderstorm, and he never lost his appetite.
After the decisive battle [against the Demons], Tokito's crow became thin and sickly, though Tanjiro's crow comforted her, and eventually they became husband and wife.
Kanroji Mitsuri
As a young lady of her age, [Mitsuri] was nervous about the opposite sex, but she especially liked Iguro, who exchanged letters with her and was exceptionally kind to her. There were times when she wanted to confess her feelings to him, but because of the trauma of her marriage interview and her misunderstanding that Iguro was kind to everyone, she was unable to tell him how she felt. In fact, the only person Iguro was particularly kind to was Mitsuri.
There were times when she would ask Shinobu for advice about love, but since they were both oblivious to romantic love, their exchange of letters turned weird. (Shinobu's love advice was like a research thesis, mentioning brain response, heart rate, blood pressure, etc).
After joining the Demon Slaying Corps, she was often praised, and was very happy to have friends, senior and junior colleagues. However, as her colleagues were killed by demons one after another, the smiling and cheerful Mitsuri sometimes couldn't stop trembling with anger and sadness.
Iguro Obanai
Iguro had always been concerned about his surviving cousin, and when he asked around to find out what happened to her, he found out she was living a comfortable life with her remaining fortune, had married and had children, and was living happily.
This was unbelievable to Iguro, and he was terribly surprised and shocked at the same time. It wasn't that he shouldn't be happy, but he feared and envied his cousin's attitude continuing to live in luxury in the house where the tragedy had occurred, as if nothing had happened to her, regardless of how the fortune had been acquired, or her lineage.
Iguro didn't like to eat much because it was too much trouble. However, he felt happy whenever he saw Mitsuri eat delicious food. After eating with her (but not together), he was able to work up an appetite and eat more than usual.
Shinazugawa Sanemi
[Shinazugawa] became the embodiment of "the red ogre who cried"*.
He was the type of person who would do anything, even if it means dying, being hated, or be ostracized as the bad guy, in order to protect the people he cared about. He was so blunt, easily misunderstood, and was too hasty to act, that even the Flower Pillar, Kocho Kanae, was worried about him.
He was the same with Genya, a person who didn't plan anything to make himself look good and wouldn't care about what others thought of him.
He and Iguro hit it off well from their very first meeting, though their taste in the opposite sex were at odds, since Sanemi wasn't good with women like Mitsuri. (Himejima cried though since he knew Iguro and Mitsuri liked each other. Shinazugawa was quite dense at matters of love though).
T/N: Please see attached link for more details.
Himejima Gyomei
Himejima was raised in a temple by his relatives. His father died of disease, while his mother died while giving birth. As if misfortune kept piling on him, he got a fever when he was a child and was blinded as a result. However his will to survive overcame all adversities.
They lived poorly so he was thin, but he was blessed with a tall height and strength to do manual labor. Since childhood he was a mature and calm person who helped everyone in need.
However, in spite of his blindness, he had a keen sense of "sight", so that when some mean people tried to throw things at him or make him fall, he was able to avoid them. He was often branded as a liar due to this.
The moment Athy wants to use the World Tree branch to cure Claude heads on, even with the risk of herself DYING in the process, this is how he reacts:
Just in case you all forget, Lucas is someone who was left behind multiple times.
He was abandoned by his family ever since he was a toddler, lived alone in a small annex ever since. His family feared his powers and he was 'given away' to a literal stranger (The first Black Tower Magician), kicking and screaming.
The people he could call 'friends' threw him away the moment they deemed Lucas as dangerous.
His teacher left him for his own family, Lucas understood that, but he was jealous because there's no room for himself in that small house full of warmth (Lucas described his master's household as a "a warm, unfamiliar place"). So he left.
When his teacher's family died, his teacher returned to Black Tower. Lucas was ready to welcome him back and console him if needed. Why be sad when you still have me, he thought. I was here with you even before them, he thought. But his master ignored his words and committed suicide in front of his eyes. Lucas said this, word to word. You said I was like a son to you, so why did you do this to me? You still have me. What kind of father committed suicide in front of his child? After this, he used black magic to erase his emotions. Becoming the Lucas we know before WMMAP starts.
Everywhere he goes (Lucas became a vagabond after his master's suicide) everyone feared and worshipped him. He stayed for a bit in Obelia because of Kylium, but went to sleep after he denied Kylium's request. (I forgot some details, but I think Lucas was sad/angry because he thinks Kylium is only using him).
In this chapter, even before this one, Lucas was beyond frustrated and pissed off. Not only he was robbed, his only reason for living is THREATENED to the point Athanasia becomes desperate to use the World Tree branch even with the risks so she could cure her only remaining family.
Lucas does not want to be left behind once again. He had enough of being alone. He has Athanasia now.
He thinks Claude is better off dead so Claude won't be in pain anymore, and he could reunite with Diana in the afterlife AND Lucas can kick the bastard trio's (Anas, Roger, Aeternitas) asses. But Athanasia doesn't want that, so even if he doesn't want to, Lucas will do what she wants him to do. Cure Claude.
As long as he could keep her alive, there's nothing he wouldn't do. So she can stay by his side forever. She's the only one he can call a friend, and a family.
You can call Lucas heartless for not understanding what a family is.
But remember, this boy doesn't understand what's the importance of a family... Because he had no one to call as such. He has nobody.
« [After their parentsâ death], his younger brother had only visited Lucas once. He said his daughter was dying, and begged him to please save her. Looking at him with a heartbroken expression, the middle-aged man cried in front of his brother, who still looked like a young man, saying he was his last hope. Seeing that desperate figure, Lucas healed his daughter on impulse. While he had not seen him, his younger brother had gotten old. His daughter and Lucas looked the same age, so there was nothing more to say. Even though Lucas didn't say anything, his younger brother asked him if he would go to visit him, talking about their brother and family. It looked like he felt both grateful and sorry for Lucas who had saved his daughter. Of course, Lucas declined the invitation. Instinctively, he knew this would be their last meeting, but he didn't dare to take those words out of his mouth. Lucas was the kind of sorcerer who would appear once in a century, or even more, and his time would not flow the same as ordinary peopleâs did.» (Side story 3: Lucas)
notes: it's always missing baji hours here </3 fluff, angst; alternative ending: always, always you
summary: four times you think you are in love with baji keisuke, and the one time you tell him.
wc: 3.6k
You're reasonably sure the only reason he chooses you to pair up with for the Japanese literature project is that you sit next to him, but it surprises you all the same. You don't think you have much of a presence in class, but you don't think you can say the same about your new partner, Baji Keisuke.
His slicked-back ponytail and thick frames make his presence seem extremely studious, but there's something about his bruised knuckles and his fierce aura that makes him feel wild. You've noticed him hang out with the school delinquent on multiple occasions. You also think you've seen him laugh wildly as he beats up some of the local thugs who crowded around the said delinquent he's friends with.
He isn't who you expect him to be at first glance, and that intrigues you more than you like to admit. You're too nervous to openly ask, so you settle for stealing glances at him from the corner of your eyes.
So, when he really decides on you and submits the partner form, you don't know what to think.
In the time that you two are partners, you've discovered a couple of things about him. First, his handwriting and kanji absolutely suck. It's kind of endearing when he pouts at the complex characters that he often gets wrong, and it's even more so whenever you show him how to write it correctly.
("Oh, thanks! I would probably fail my kanji tests without you and Chifuyu.")
Second, he's genuinely an unexpectedly good partner in terms of being punctual about meeting up. However, despite being on time, there is little progress on the project. Your work times often end up in discussions about random life topics rather than the project itself.
(âDo you like cats?â he asks out of the blue one day.
âUh, yeah, I guess so,â you humor him because youâre tired of researching Japanese literature.
âWanna see my cats? Theyâre all strays,â he sits up suddenly, eyes lit and smile bright.
You nod, and he proceeds to take out his phone to show you pictures of his cats. You note his lock-screen is a picture of all his cats, and his camera roll is just full of his friends, motorcycles, and the said cats. He tells you their names and their personalities in excitement.
"Do you think cats recognize their names but choose to ignore us whenever we call them?" he resumes the conversation after he finishes showing you his gallery. He leans back as he balances his pencil on top of his pursed lips.
"Maybe. Depends on the cat? Maybe they just hate you?" you mimic his pose. You suppose thirty minutes of work is enough progress for the day.
"Ouch," he grimaces as if it shatters him directly in the heart.)
Third, sometimes he comes with his hair down and without his glances, with stains on his clothes that he claims are ketchup, despite it not smelling like that at all.
("Uh, hey, sorry I'm late today," he offers sheepishly as he runs a hand through his unbound hair.
"Oh, it's okay," you finally say after you take in his shaggy appearance. "Are you⊠okay?"
"All good! The ketchup bottle just randomly exploded," he laughs nervously and awkwardly. "Anyways!!! The project!!"
You stare at him dubiously but nod anyway. "Okay, if you say soâŠ")
Fourth, he has an extremely charming smile, especially when his fangs are in full display. To some, it may look fierce and menacing; to you, it looks cute, especially when his eyes are always brimming with life and his laugh is full of vitality.
More often than not you catch yourself staring at him because he's just so interesting.
You try to ignore your racing heart when your stolen glances become shared ones, and he flashes you a grin softer than the smiles you've seen.
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âUh, hi.â You say shyly as you enter through Bajiâs window. Itâs not frequently you seek out Baji at his own home, especially without Chifuyu, especially through the window he keeps open almost exclusively for stray cats to seek shelter.
âWhat the fuck?â Baji drops the stray cat he's cuddling as you give a slight wave, causing the cat to meow loudly at the sudden change in demeanor.
âSorry to drop by unannounced. I, uh, just wanted some company.â
You feel vanishingly small as you awkwardly laugh and piece together some words that make sense. Home is supposed to be full of warmth, but your home is more of a house with people than a home with love. Itâs a truth youâve long accepted, but some days, it feels a little extra cold.
Therefore, you run, and somehow you end up here, in the comforts of Bajiâs room.
Maybe you are currently a stray cat, feeling a little more lost than found. Maybe you find that heâs the sort of comfort that warms you a little when your heart feels heavy. Maybe you are just a little bit in like with him, and he is the first person you want to see whenever youâre feeling down.
The room is silent aside from the soft paps of cats moving around and the periodic meow. Then, he pats the spot next to him, and you make your way there. As soon as you sit down, he hands you a cat.
âHere, hold her. Sheâs nice,â he comments as he places the calico cat he dropped earlier in your lap, petting her as she adjusts to her new position on you.
She narrows her eyes and softly purrs in your lap as Baji pets her, and this makes you feel more in the moment than in your head like youâve been. Your initial baffle turns into a smile as she purrs louder when you pet her, and just like that, you feel a little more found than lost.
You lean on his shoulder as you continue petting the calico cat in your lap. You keep your eyes on her as she climbs onto his lap and nuzzles him in an attempt to hide your burning cheeks and your drumming heart from your proximity.
âThanks for giving me a home when I donât want to be in my own,â you tell him softly, airly, almost as if youâre letting him in on a secret.
He stops playing with the cats for a moment and pauses. Feeling his intense stare, you peek through your lashes up at him. His broad grin and sharp canines are in full display, and his smile looks a little more boyish than wild. He tousles your hair as he laughs aloud, boisterously before he props his head on top of yours.
âYouâll always have a home here.â
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It all started when a group of thugs looked at you inappropriately and made some comments that made you uncomfortable. You grip the ends of his sleeve just a little harder and press yourself behind him, trying to make yourself impossibly small. Baji, seeing your small form and downcast eyes, removes your hand from his sleeve and places it in his hand. Knowing Baji and him knowing you and your every mood, he does not stand for it. He simply flashes you a reassuring grin before he squeezes your hand and runs straight at them.
He throws the first punch, and you could just stand there in shock as he pummels through them and beats them up. He has cuts and bruises everywhere, and youâre absolutely certain heâs taken on a few nasty hits on his ribs. Though youâre equally confident that these thugs are absolutely 100% in worse shape than he is.
âOh my god,â you sob frantically as Baji wobbles back to you, wild smile on his face softens as he sees you. He pats your head when he notes your teary eyes. Youâre not even sure when you start crying, but the tears just donât seem to stop. âAre you okay? Oh my god, Iâm so sorry. Are you -â
He clutches your tear-stained face in his hands, âLook at me.â
Your eyes meet his, but you can barely see him over your tears as you continue your incoherent rambling.
âHey,â he tries once more, voice more frantic as he struggles to find words. He finally just squishes your cheeks and yells, âDo you think I care about anything else right now but you?â
Your eyes widen, and the tears forming fall freely onto his hands. Oh, oh, oh, you think to yourself as your beating heart rapidly thumps at an exponential speed, maybe heâs also falling. When you meet his steady gray eyes, the shocking realization that maybe youâre not the only one dumb and possibly in love stops your tears.
He sighs in relief when your tears gradually stop, and as if all the tiredness accumulated in his body hit him all at once, he falls down onto the ground.
You try to catch him as best as you can, and with the combined effort of mostly himself and partially you, he breaks his fall. He lays sprawled out on the ground. After you check for wounds and find none too serious, you sit with your knees tucked under you by where he lays and moves his head onto your lap.
All around you are the battered bodies of the thugs youâve encountered, but all you can see at the moment is him and his gray eyes that disappear into crescent moons as he flashes you a grin. Heâs too tired to move, but he raises a fist up into the air in victory anyway.
âI got you.â
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"Wanna go on a ride?" he texts you.
Itâs almost midnight when he texts you, and itâs probably way past when you should stay up. But your heart flutters at the thought of adventure, at the thought of him, so you quickly respond, âOkay, but be quiet! Don't wake my parents up again, stinky!!!â
You can already imagine his sheepish smile when he sends you a "that was once!!! my bad" back.
After sending him a quick ":p", you silently put on some clothes more fitting to go out than your pajamas. The sound of his motorcycle announces his greater-than-life presence long before his text did. Grabbing two scrunchies, you sneak out your window.
He only greets you with a goofy smile and a wave, hair free-flowing in the wind. Under the moonlight, his gray eyes twinkle with vigor and youth. It knocks the air out of your lungs as you glance at him because he's beautiful, ethereal, and alive. He smiles smugly when he catches your stare, but he holds his hand out for you to take.
"Hi," you whisper under the twinkling stars as you put your hand in his.
"Hey," he whispers back as he curls his fingers around your hand before adjusting to interlace your fingers together.
The quietness and intimacy of this moment drown out the world - the sound of cars driving by, of cicadas flying, of the world standing still. The only thing keeping you from floating is his hand and the sound of your heartbeat.
"I got you a hair tie." You offer softly with an equally soft smile, eyes pointing to the scrunchies on your wrist.
"I got you a hoodie," he responds as he nods to his motorcycle. "Because I knew your dumb ass would once again forget to dress for the winds."
"I'm dressed decently enough. You, though⊠please tie your hair⊠It hurts like hell when it whips in my face," you laugh lightly.
He rolls his eyes. "That's also what you said last time before you ended up stealing my hoodie, and I ended up being cold!" he complains, but there's a certain fondness in his voice.
You only stick your tongue out childishly at him. You would rather bite your tongue than admit that you are always slightly underdressed for the occasion so he would keep giving you his hoodies.
He tugs your interlocked hand and pulls you closer, and as you stand so close to him, you think close isn't close enough. The two of you linger in that position for longer than what should be appropriate for friends, but you think you have been tiptoeing around that line for a while now. Your heart races, and you're sure your erratic heart is beating fast enough to generate heat to keep you warm against the wild winds.
He pulls away first, moving to grab his hoodie before he roughly puts it on you. He laughs when you complain about your ruffled hair, but as his hoodie and scent engulf you, you could only shyly smile. He takes a scrunchie despite complaining about the cuteness of it. As he settles in his bike and you settle in behind him, arms tight around his waist, you think this is probably what holding the universe in your arms feels like.
He rives his bike loudly despite your warning, but you find that you could care less right now as he takes off. You are young and dumb, but the wind is running through your hair as the two of you are chasing the moon, and you feel so alive. Neon lights and soft moonlight blur together as he speeds through familiar roads, and the whooshing winds drown out your loud laughter. It feels like you're feeling everything at once, but your head is so clear.
You think you can understand why he loves riding so much because the only thing that you can hear is your loud heartbeat and the only thing that matters is you're living.
He finally stops at a local 24-hour diner. The moonlight shines through the window by your table. You are still feeling the wild wind in your hair, cold air on your face, and the warmth of Bajiâs back on your arms. It's way past midnight now, and the yellow lights of the diner feel a little more homey than dingy. Heâs munching on some fries, occasionally waving one in your face whenever heâs trying to make a point about something. As you watch the various expressions on his face, a smile makes its way to your face.
âHey Keisuke,â you grab a fry and jab it at him in the middle of his sentence. He stops his mid-word as he stares at you, head tilting slightly and mouth still gaping. There is a particular word that you keep thinking of whenever you think of Baji, a feeling that lingers and fills your heart up. You know what it is. You think you know at least, and in moments like these when youâre just watching his goofy self munching on fries while boisterously laughing at something dumb, all you can think of is those four letters.
âYouâre my best friend,â you whisper before you eat your fry. Best friend, you think, encompasses a lot of things and feelings as you stare at his childlike grin, heart fluttering and mind blanking because all you see is him. You hope he knows, hope he gets that best friend is a loose term because he is so much more.
When he meets your eyes and his gray eyes crinkle in mirth and laughter rolls off his lips, you think he does.
âI know,â he smugly nods before he drops another fry into his mouth. âI guess youâre pretty cool too.â
You stick your tongue out at him and feel a warmth in your heart that matches the pinks of his cheeks. Maybe itâs adrenaline still in your blood, maybe itâs the moment, but it makes you devious, brave even, as you lean over and chomp down on the fry he's holding.
He stares at you with his mouth wide open, looking absolutely flabbergasted and offended. âHello? That was my last fry!â
âSorry,â you giggle, not feeling all that sorry at all. You know heâs not truly that offended because he has that stupid grin on his face, because heâs always soft with you. A part of you does feel a little sorry when you see a small pout on his face. âIâll treat you to yakisoba later?â
He turns away from you, face still slightly sulky as he huffs silently.
âNo? You donât want yakisoba?â you ask. You still find it amusing that Baji Keisuke, the first division captain of the Toman Gang who would punch someone on the streets for no reason just because he feels like it, is pouting because you stole his last fry. If anyone from any rival gangs sees Baji Keisuke now, they probably wouldnât believe this is the same person.
âFine,â he huffs softly, âBut donât think one yakisoba is enough.â
âThen,â you begin, your heart pounding loudly in your chest as you work up the courage, âWhat about this?â
He turns to you in confusion, and before your courage runs out on you, you crash your lips onto his before you pull away.
âRepayment,â you mutter meekly, eyes avoiding his because youâre sure he can feel the heat radiating off your cheeks from where heâs sitting.
âHey,â he tugs on your hand under the table. When you finally look at him, he continues, âJust one isnât enough.â
He kisses you again.
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Home is supposed to be the place you come from, but you think it's more like a place you find, pieced together from scattered bits of feelings, emotions, people along the way. Somewhere along the lines, home becomes less of a place and more of a person. Your home becomes the boy with the sharp canines and long hair that gets tangled by the stray cats he keeps, the "I love you" declared loudly with kisses and the longing looks in between, the comfortable warmth of his body next to yours as you chase sunsets and live in your own infinity. Your home is Baji Keisuke and the constant image of him in your mind and the infinite pieces of him in your heart.
Infinity, though, is awfully short, you think, as you see him lay surrounded by bouquets, eyes closed in eternal slumber. He's always looked good in white, but when his tan complexion is nearly as white as the white roses surrounding him, you think white is an awful color on him. His eyes always shine with possibilities and promises, and while you've always joked that his sleeping face is cute because he always looks so innocent, adorable even, all you want now is to see him awake.
His heroism and love for his friends are always something that you love about him, but in turn, it feels so incredibly cruel to you now. For as short as he has been in your life, he becomes pieces embedded so deeply in it that it makes you whole. You cannot imagine a world where there is no Baij, where he isnât there to punch a hooligan on the streets or feed stray cats at night or hold you when your world is crashing. You cannot imagine a life where he isnât here to shine a bright light in your life without his laughter and goofy personality. Suddenly the world blurs around you, and you can't breathe as droplets of water hit your clenched hands on your lap.
You hold his hands. Cold, cold, cold, when they used to be warm enough to light a fire in you. There are so many things you want to tell him, say to him, but the speech you prepare in your head drowns in silence as your voice gives out on you. All the words in your head just come out as broken sobs. You feel the sympathetic and equally broken glance of his mom as she embraces you, but all you can think about is that he wonât open his eyes.
Baji Keisuke has always been bigger than life, you think, because he becomes a part of everything in your world. There are traces of him everything - him with his cats on your lock-screen, the random memes he sends you at night, the little notes he leaves you written in his ugly penmanship with love. When you think of these things, you feel like your heart is breaking all over again.
People tell you to be strong, and while you want to retort because how can you when heâs gone?, you find that you cannot say a word without crying. Youâre tired of crying too because your eyes are already so, so raw, but it seems like all you can do is cry. When you think you've finally run out of tears and your tears finally stop, a new batch takes over even at the slightest things that remind you of him. You feel so pathetic because you can't do anything without water leaking from your eyes, and hate yourself for being so weak.
You tune out the somber tone of his friends and the broken tone of his mom because you don't want to accept a reality where he isn't here. But luck is never on your side because he never opens his eyes again, and you never get to tell him how much you love him. All you get are flashbacks and memories of him and emptiness in your heart and soul. You tell yourself you have to be strong and smile and live for the both of you, but you can't. Not when he isn't here, not when he isn't with you anymore. Every time you think about that fact, your heart breaks again.
"Hey, stupid," your broken sobs ring loudly in the deafening silence, "I love you."
The words youâve wanted to tell him for so long are finally in the open, but there is no answer.
*Spoiler Warning* Because you guys are thirsty for answers.
SBAPOD has an open ending. Athy studies to become empress. Lucas does his own thing as a magician of the black tower. They do end up together because their feelings are mutual.
There are side stories that make me kind of sad.
-Claude's POV is one of them
-Claude's memories with Diana
-Lucas goes dimension traveling which includes the time where Athy ended up with Ezekiel(cries for my boy), another world where he meets his daughter, and another world where he ate Blackie while Diana was pregnant with Athy so that dimension is probably very happy, and then one where he is in Seoul.
-Lucas' past is one of the side stories.
Lucas brings a dragon as a present at some point bc he didn't know what Athy would like and when he asked her what girls like, she lowkey got jealous and said "I don't know, go get her a dragon."
Never mentioned it but Lucas is actually gonna be seen more frequently if time allows it because... um, I've kinda been lying a tinsy bit.
Also they dance together at some point.
Also when original Athy died in the novel, Claude didn't get a happy ending because Jeannette was a cursed child conceived from black magic.
This is stuff that they might not include in the webtoon because... we kind of already strayed from the story from not inputting the important stuff.
Hera: Final question: You have a dinner date for seven. What time do you arrive?
Hades: Seven. AM. Case the restaurant, run background checks on the staff, can the cook be trusted? If not I gotta kill âim. Dispose of the body, replace with my own guy, no later than 4:30.
Hera: âŠyouâre ready!
Hades: Really?
Hera: No. Everything you just said was insane. AND, we are out of time. Congratulations! Youâre a failure.
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