immediately, keisuke pauses his show and looks at you, smiling as you enter the apartment. you put down your bags and hang your keys on the hook by the door, all before eagerly making your way to your boyfriend, “i missed you!”
“i missed you too, angel,” he smiles, kicking his feet off the coffee table (you’ll forgive him for it this time) and leaning forwards. he reaches for your hand to gently kiss, but he pauses at the sight of your nails. “new set?”
“yes!” you squeal. "do you like them?"
“they’re beautiful, baby… wish you woulda told me you were getting them done though, i would’ve paid for them-“
“it’s okay!” you giggle. “mikey paid for them!”
the smile from keisuke’s face slips. his brows pinch in the middle of his forehead and his grip gets just a tad tighter on your hand. you smile innocently, wiggling your fingers enticingly. “aren’t they pretty?”
“the fuck’s mikey doing paying for your nails?” he says, venom in his tone.
you offer him a pout, “he offered… he said if i got baby blue nails, he’d pay-“ a spark of anger flashes in keisuke’s eyes, and you tip your head at him in confusion. “do… you not like them?”
“first of all,” he begins, standing up. he towers over you, and you blink up at him. he scrunches his nose, “you get whatever color you want. don’t ever let someone tell you what color to get, not when i'm paying for them so you can get whatever color you want. second of all,” he grits his teeth, “take them off, we’re getting them redone.”
“but…”
“but what.”
“i like the blue,” you pout.
he snarls his lip, “i don’t care. mikey is not about to pay for my girlfriend’s nails, and he’s not about to pick a color for you- why’s he even paying for them in the first place?”
“he said they were a present,” you mumble, and oh, if looks could kill, mikey would be doomed.
“we're getting them redone," he grumbles. "i ain't leaving this up for debate."
you pout at him, and he gently nudges your lip with his thumb. he watches you shiver, "you're mine. no other man is going to spoil you. that's my job." you nod softly. he hums, "go out to the bike, i'll be right out."
"can you kiss me first?"
he smirks. he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, relishing in the pretty mewl you let you. your arms wind around his neck, and he deepens the affection hungrily. he pulls back after a few beats of kissing, rasping a soft, "fucking mine" against your lips.
he pulls back, "bike. now. i'll be right out."
"okay," you mewl, making your way out to his bike, swinging the strap of your purse over your shoulder before closing the door shut behind you.
once you're out of earshot, keisuke scrunches his nose once more, slipping out his phone and immediately clicking on mikey's contact.
it doesn't take long for him to answer. "what's up-"
"the fuck are you doing?"
mikey pauses, "i don't know what you're talking about."
"buying her fucking nails? are you fucked in the head?"
"we know the answer to that, baji."
"pull some shit like this again, we're gonna have problems, sano."
keisuke hears a breathy chuckle.
"maybe she just deserves pretty things. i'm just happy to provide them."
"i'll bash your skull in-"
"bye baji!" mikey sings. the phone line ends with mikey hanging up, leaving keisuke on his end in silence.
𓂃۶ৎ author’s note: this is honestly more like a drabble but blehhh ~_~; ovulation has me like a bitch in heat for this ugly bastard god i hate him he ruined me life— 💥🔫
baji is a pervert, a surprise to no one. like any hormonal growing boy, he’ll get hard at the smallest things and masterbate it away with whatever porn mag he happens to find underneath his bed. as a man with no preference on who he likes, makes it all easier for him to bust a nut. though, such a habit died quite hard when he surprisingly met you.
smaller with a pretty face, sipping away on your milk tea that was too sweet for his taste. perfect plump lips wrapped around the pink straw, leaving glossy marks around it. a sight he’d see while being dragged around the busy streets of shibuya by his kazutora and chifuyu who bitched and moaned about finding a place to scarf down food until a sharp shh! from baji shut them up faster then they were comfortable with. it didn’t take long for them to see who caught their captain’s eye, you sitting a few feet away, typing away on your charmed phone. to them, you seemed way way too girly for a boy their age. to baji, it was an awakening.
it’s no wondered how he got you in his bedroom soon enough, legs in a manspread with his dick engulfed by your throat.
“fuck—you ain’t that bad for a virgin, boy..” he groans, his huge palm laying flat behind your head, pushing his cock deeper into your throat regardless of your gagging. your mascara now a smeared mess from stray tears, only making him even harder. he couldn’t help it. he adored seeing boys like you, pretty and helpless sissies in ruin. the light sundress you wore now barley hanging onto your shoulders and your well done hair becoming a messed up frenzy from how hard he pulls and grips it.
the best part though were your lips. the very lips he imagined around his cock, bj lips if he wished to be a bit crude. the hot pink gloss you chose was a good one, perfect for leaving kiss marks all over his shaft, pelvis and balls. it’d be a bitch to wipe off without leaving residue, not that he minded of course. so much so, he yanked your mouths off of him with nothing but his leaking tip in front of you. “go on sissy boy, gimmie a kiss yeah?”
he cooed, faux sympathy dripped from his tone. “c’monnn..” he practically coaxed at this point, watching you press your ruined yet still painted lips against his tip with a faint mwah! spilling through. if baji was a weak man, he’d have came from that alone.
“good..goood.” he chuckled while biting his lip, his canines gleaming from the faint sunlight of his window. your core burned from his face alone, how you’d wish his aching cock was inside you already. unfortunately, baji was a real bastard when it comes to stupid virgins as cute as you, jerking himself off as he slapped his dick against your mouth and cheeks just to keep up his bullying. who knew some random delinquent who made a clumsy move onto you would be this mean when it came to getting his cock sucked? it didn’t matter, not to you nor to him, not when all you wonder is the taste of his cum.
“fuck.” baji groaned. his dick twitching by the second the harder he fucks himself and the longer he stares at your wide open mouth and lust filled eyes. you were wordlessly begging for him to cum, you didn’t even have to make a noise and he’s already losing his mind over you. he was starting to believe you were torn straight out of one of his porn magazines as he finally reached his breaking point, his hot and heavy seed splotching into your mouth and face.
he couldn’t help but shove your whole throat onto his cock for good measure, he’d hate to waste a drop.
𝑲𝑬𝑰𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑬 𝑩𝑨𝑱𝑰 expresses his love boldly but intimately. He’ll hold you tightly, cradle you when you the moment you ask, feed you, be your rock, your anchor amongst everything unstable. Your nickname is ‘doll’ and ‘sweets’, or anything else saccharine that comes to his mind. He laughs at your jokes and hopes you laugh at his. Throughout all, he’s your partner, being on the same page with you in most things, defending you and introducing you to so many new things— stuff he’s sure you’ll enjoy. Everything he does for you is personal; He’s memorised your go-to flavours of tea, your preferences for food, the route you take to that café or convenience store you frequent, the hairstyles that are most comfortable on you, and everything else, every quirk that differs you from other humans. Although words aren’t his first form of affection — he’s a man who much prefers to give and take trust action-wise — make no mistake, he’s wonderful with apologies. He’ll show up at your door battered and bruised with an obnoxious bunch of flowers within his grasp, gaze resolute while admitting straight to your face the steps he’s taken to alleviate your stress and how he’s sorry for what he did. Initially, he might call you dramatic. Thankfully, he’s a quick learner and an attentive boyfriend, so the moment those tears glisten in your eyes, he’s getting on his knees for forgiveness immediately. That last part is not an exaggeration. He’ll go to unholy lengths for you in order to retain your affection and relationship, because it means that damn much to him. There’s nothing about you that he takes with a pinch of salt.
i have this firm belief that the boys held a deep respect for jinu for the simple fact that he remembers his own name and past with perfect clarity. like yeah, the trigger patterns and memories still happen for the boys, but they're blurrier, hard to decipher but just as painful. so the fact that jinu knows full well the gravity of his sins and is able to move through them earns that respect.
anyway, this respect turned into a meager crush, before eventually the boys lowk get over it after they've met the girls, but not baby.
no, in fact baby gets more possessive, knowing he's the only one left who's still actively interested in jinu. so he makes a ruckus, causes mayhem, anything that'll get jinu's attention
he enjoys the banter, the push and pull, until one day jinu sacrifices his soul for the half-demon hunter, and the rest is history.
now, baby is stuck in the underworld, trying to make sense of what to do for the rest of time. jinu was the first reaper who greeted him when he came to the underworld, and now he's forced to relearn how to navigate a realm without the demon tuning his bipa as he hums a new rhythm
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Baji is not soft in an obvious, storybook way, but he is very affectionate once you become one of his people. With you, his affection comes out rough-edged and instinctive, like slinging an arm over your shoulders, yanking you closer by your sleeve, or wordlessly putting himself between you and anything that looks remotely dangerous. He is the type to act like he is just being normal, like it means nothing, but everyone around him can see he treats you differently. He remembers the smallest things about you without trying, gets annoyed when other people make you uncomfortable, and watches you with that sharp, restless stare that always seems one second away from trouble. Baji is not clingy, but he is very physical; he likes being near you, brushing against you, flicking your forehead, tugging your hair, or dropping his weight against you just to hear your reaction.
The softer side of his affection usually happens when no one else is looking. He is surprisingly gentle when you are tired, hurt, or overwhelmed, and that is when you see how deeply he cares beneath all the chaos. He would grumble the whole time, but he would absolutely walk you home, sit beside you in silence, patch you up with clumsy hands, or shove his jacket at you before you can protest. Baji shows love through protection, loyalty, and presence more than sweet words, because saying exactly how he feels does not come naturally to him. Still, every now and then, usually in a low voice when it is just the two of you, he lets something honest slip out, and it hits harder because you know he means every word. With Baji, affection feels fierce, a little reckless, and unwavering; once he loves you, he loves you like you are something he would fight the world to keep safe.
B= Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
You probably don’t become Baji’s best friend in any normal way. It starts with chaos—maybe you step in when he’s about to get into a stupid fight, maybe you yell at him when everyone else backs off, or maybe you’re the only person reckless enough to laugh when he gives you that sharp, feral grin. At first, he acts like you annoy him on purpose, shoving your shoulder, stealing your food, showing up out of nowhere just to drag you into whatever nonsense he’s gotten himself into. But Baji notices people fast, and the moment he realizes you’re not scared of him, not using him, and not planning to leave when things get messy, he latches on hard. Your friendship would grow in that rough, unspoken way—late walks, hanging around while he pretends he doesn’t care that you came, and a hundred little moments where he starts treating your presence like something constant in his life.
As a best friend, Baji would be intense, loud, and unbelievably loyal. He’d tease you mercilessly, start arguments just to see your reaction, and act like he never needs help, but the second anyone else gives you trouble, he’s in front of you without hesitation. He’s the kind of friend who remembers the things you mention offhand, even if he acts dumb about it later, and he’d trust you with parts of himself most people never see—the thoughtful side, the guilt he carries, the way he quietly watches over the people he loves. With you, Baji would be weirdly clingy in his own way: showing up at your place uninvited, demanding you ride with him, dragging you into danger and then making sure you get home safe. He’d never say something soft in a straightforward way, but you’d know you matter by how fiercely he protects you, how quickly he looks for you in a crowd, and how, no matter how wild he is with everyone else, he always comes back to you.
C= Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Baji definitely acts like he is not the cuddly type at first. He would grumble if you called him clingy, flick your forehead, and tell you not to say dumb stuff like that, but the second you lean against him, he is not moving you away. He likes cuddling in a very Baji way—casual, rough around the edges, and like he is pretending it just happened by accident. You would notice that he always ends up pulling you closer with one strong arm, usually tucking you against his side or dragging you into his chest like it is the most natural thing in the world. He is warm, solid, and quietly possessive, the kind of person who acts annoyed while making sure you are as close to him as possible.
When Baji cuddles, he is not overly delicate, but there is a lot of hidden tenderness in it. He would rest his chin on your head, sling an arm over your waist, or pull you into his lap without warning, especially if he is in a lazy mood and wants you near him. If you are tired, he would let you bury your face into his shirt while his fingers lazily run through your hair or rub slow circles into your back, all while pretending he is not doing anything sweet. He is the type to hold you tighter when he feels protective or when he has had a long day, almost like having you in his arms helps settle the storm in him. And if you fall asleep on him, he is absolutely staying put, even if his arm goes numb, because there is no way he is waking you up once you trust him enough to relax like that.
D= Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Keisuke Baji does not grow up dreaming about a quiet, picture-perfect life, and for a long time, “settling down” sounds too much like being caged. He is restless by nature, all sharp grins, bad impulses, and the kind of energy that feels too big for four walls. But with you, it changes. Not because he becomes soft or suddenly tame, but because home starts meaning something different. It is not routine he wants; it is you waiting for him, your voice cutting through the noise in his head, your place becoming the one spot where he can throw himself onto the floor, steal your food, and exist without pretending to be tougher than he already is. Baji would never say he wants domesticity in a neat, polished way, but he absolutely becomes the type to linger around you, to complain if you are out too late, to act like your shared space is his territory in the most protective, possessive way. He settles down without realizing it, one small habit at a time, until loving you quietly becomes the steadiest thing he has ever done.
As for cooking and cleaning, Baji is a disaster first and useful second. He can cook, technically, but only in the reckless, instinctive way where he does not measure anything, cranks the heat too high, and leaves the kitchen looking like he fought it. He is the kind of guy who proudly hands you something surprisingly good while there is smoke in the background and three dirty pans in the sink. Cleaning is even worse. He is messy, forgetful, and absolutely the type to say he is “in the middle of cleaning” when he has really just moved his stuff into one pile. Still, if you are tired, sick, or overwhelmed, Baji tries—really tries. He will scrub dishes with a scowl, sweep badly, and grumble the entire time, but he does it because it is for you. In private, that is what loving Baji feels like: chaos, effort, and devotion wrapped together so tightly that even his clumsy attempts at being domestic feel unbearably sincere.
E= Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Baji wouldn’t be the type to drag out a breakup or play cruel mind games with you, because even if he’s reckless, his feelings are never fake; if he had to end things, it would probably come after days of acting more distant than usual, jaw tight, avoiding your eyes because he knows once you really look at him, his resolve might crack. He’d ask to see you somewhere quiet, away from the gang and away from anyone who could interrupt, and when you showed up, he’d look irritated more at himself than at you, shoving his hands in his pockets, hair falling in his face as he muttered that you deserve better than someone like him. Baji would try to sound blunt, almost harsh, because softness would make it harder, but the truth underneath would be obvious: he’s doing this to protect you, whether it’s from his dangerous life, the enemies around him, or the parts of himself he thinks will only hurt you in the end. He wouldn’t blame you, and he definitely wouldn’t make you beg for answers; instead, he’d force himself to be honest in the rough, ugly way that suits him, telling you that being with him means getting caught in things you shouldn’t have to carry. Even while breaking your heart, he’d still be watching your expression closely, memorizing it, hating himself for being the reason you look hurt. And when it was over, Baji would probably turn away first so you wouldn’t see how hard he was clenching his teeth, leaving with that same wild pride he always wears, because if Baji had to break up with his partner, he’d do it quickly, directly, and painfully honestly—while secretly hoping you’ll hate him enough to let him go.
F= Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Baji acts like commitment shouldn’t matter to him, like he’s too wild, too restless, too allergic to anything that sounds neat and permanent—but with you, it hits differently. He doesn’t fear being tied down nearly as much as he fears failing someone he loves. If he calls you his, he means it with his whole chest, in that intense, reckless Baji way where loyalty is basically a vow long before he ever puts a ring on your finger. He isn’t the type to give you polished speeches about forever, but you feel it in the way he always comes back to you, the way he gets protective without thinking, the way his voice turns strangely honest in quiet moments. To Baji, commitment isn’t soft or pretty it’s brutal, unwavering devotion, and once he decides you’re his future, there is no halfway.
As for marriage, Baji would probably want it faster than people expect once you’re both actually old enough and settled enough to make it real. He wouldn’t spend years planning some perfect timeline, because overthinking has never been his style; the moment he’s sure, he’d want to lock it in before life gets the chance to mess with it. His proposal would be impulsive but sincere, probably after a moment where he nearly loses you, scares himself, or just gets hit with that fierce certainty that he wants you beside him for the rest of his life. He’d grumble about formalities, complain through ring shopping, and act like ceremonies are a pain, but deep down he’d love calling you his fiancé because it proves something solid: out of all the chaos in his life, you’re the person he chose permanently.
G= Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionaly?)
Baji is the kind of gentle that catches you off guard, because it never looks delicate at first—his hands are rough, warm, and a little calloused from fighting, but when he touches you, it is always with surprising care, like he is constantly reminding himself not to be too much; he steadies you with a hand on your back when crowds get tight, fixes your jacket without a word, and cups your face like you are something precious he does not trust the world with. Emotionally, he is not gentle in a polished or poetic way, but in a raw, honest one—he notices when you are overwhelmed before you say anything, stays close without pushing, and defends your feelings as fiercely as he defends your safety. Baji is not the type to shower you in soft speeches, yet every quiet check-in, every instinct to stand between you and anything that might hurt you, every moment he lowers his voice just for you says the same thing: with everyone else, he may be reckless, loud, and wild, but with you, he tries so hard to be careful.
H= Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Baji does like hugs, but not in a sweet, obvious way that everyone gets to see. With most people, he acts too rough, too restless, too prideful to go around hugging anyone, so it can seem like he does not care for that kind of affection at all. But with you, it is different. Once he trusts you, hugs become one of those quiet habits he slips into without admitting how much he needs them. He is not clingy every second of the day, but he does pull you close pretty often, especially after a fight, after a long day, or anytime he feels keyed up and wants to ground himself with you nearby.
Baji’s hugs are strong, sudden, and a little messy, just like him. He usually grabs you by the shoulders or waist and tugs you into his chest before you can even react, like he already decided that is where you belong. Sometimes he buries his face against your hair or your neck and stays there longer than you expect, breathing hard and pretending he is not being soft when he absolutely is. If he is in a playful mood, his hugs come with teasing, a crooked grin, and enough force to nearly knock you off balance; if he is worried about you, they turn tighter, quieter, almost protective, like he is shielding you from the whole world. More than anything, Baji hugs you like letting go is the hardest part.
|= I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Keisuke Baji does not say “I love you” fast - not because he is unsure, but because those words mean something permanent coming from him. With you, he would show it first in a hundred reckless, unpolished ways: walking you home without asking, putting himself between you and trouble on instinct, remembering the tiny things you mention, and getting weirdly irritated when you do not take care of yourself. Baji is not smooth, and he is definitely not the kind of guy to sit you down for some perfect confession early on; he would need time to trust the softness of what he feels, especially because loving someone makes him vulnerable in a way fighting never does. So when he finally says it, it is probably after you have already realized it yourself blurting out a rough, low “I love you, dumbass” in the middle of a raw, honest moment, like after an argument, after patching him up, or when he is hit with the terrifying realization that losing you would ruin him. Once he says it, though, he means it with his whole chest, and from then on, you never have to doubt it again.
J= Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)
Baji gets jealous fast, but not in a quiet, subtle way. With him, it’s immediate, sharp, and impossible to miss. The second he notices someone getting too comfortable with you, his whole mood changes - his jaw tightens, his eyes narrow, and that usual reckless grin turns into something far more dangerous. He is not the type to calmly sit back and “see what happens.” Even if he trusts you, that doesn’t stop the surge of protectiveness and irritation that hits him hard when someone else thinks they can have your attention. Baji’s jealousy is intense because he loves intensely; when he cares about you, he cares with his whole chest, and the idea of somebody trying to flirt with you or make a move puts him in a foul, territorial mood almost instantly.
When Baji’s jealous, he gets closer instead of pulling away. He’ll sling an arm over your shoulders, stand way too close, or cut into the conversation with a rough, “What’re you doing?” like he already knows he doesn’t like the answer. If the other person keeps pushing, Baji’s the kind to glare them down until they back off, and if they still don’t, he absolutely will start something. Later, when it’s just the two of you, he gets a little sulky under all that aggression - grumbling, asking why that person was talking to you so much, pretending he doesn’t care while very obviously caring a lot. He’d never admit he was jealous right away, but you’d know from the way he keeps you tucked close to his side, like he’s silently reminding the world that you’re his.
K= Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Baji’s kisses are never neat or carefully planned; they happen the same way he does everything else, all heat and instinct and sudden intensity. One second he is smirking at you with that sharp, reckless grin, and the next he is pulling you in by the waist or the back of your neck like he cannot stand being even a few inches away anymore. His kisses usually start rough, almost challenging, like he wants to overwhelm you a little just to see your reaction, but they always melt into something warmer once he realizes you are kissing him back just as hard. He likes kissing you on the mouth most because it feels direct and honest, but when he is softer than usual, he goes for your forehead, your temple, or the corner of your lips when he thinks you are being cute. If he is in a clingy mood, he presses quick kisses to your cheek and jaw between words, like he has too much feeling in him to keep it contained.
Baji likes to kiss places that make you react, so your neck is one of his favorites, especially when he can hear the way your breathing changes because of him. He also likes kissing your knuckles or the inside of your wrist in rare quiet moments, though he would act like he was not being sweet if you pointed it out. As for where he likes being kissed, Baji secretly loves it when you kiss his face in ways that catch him off guard, like his cheek, the bridge of his nose, or right beside his mouth when he is pretending not to want attention. He especially likes when you kiss his hairline or run your fingers through his hair and kiss his forehead after a fight, because it makes him go quiet in that rare way that means he feels safe with you. And of course, he loves being kissed on his lips, hard and sure, because with you he does not want hesitation; he wants to feel chosen.
L= Little ones (How are they around children?)
Baji is the kind of person who looks like he’d scare every kid in the room, but the second a little one waddles up to him, he goes weirdly soft without even realizing it; you notice how he crouches down to their level, lets them tug on his hair or poke at his sharp canines while he acts all offended, and somehow ends up becoming their personal jungle gym by accident. He’s not polished or naturally “gentle” in the usual way, but he’s fiercely attentive, always keeping one eye on them, catching them before they trip, scaring off anyone who makes them cry, and pretending he’s only helping because “they’re annoying.” Around children, Baji is loud, playful, and a little chaotic, teaching them silly games, letting them climb all over him, and grinning when they laugh, and you can tell he’d be absurdly protective if anyone upset them because underneath all that rough, reckless energy, he has a huge heart for anyone small, vulnerable, and trusting enough to love him.
M= Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Mornings with Baji are never neat or quiet; they start with tangled sheets, his long black hair all over the place, and his arm thrown heavily over your waist like even half-asleep he’s making sure you’re still there. He grumbles when you try to get up too early, pulling you back against his chest with a sleepy frown and a rough, “Five more minutes,” even though it usually turns into twenty. If he’s awake first, he acts like he’s not being affectionate, but he’ll wordlessly shove a drink or some convenience-store breakfast into your hands, sit too close beside you, and complain about the morning while making sure you’ve eaten. Sometimes he’s restless, already itching for movement, pacing around while tying his hair back and throwing you lazy grins with those sharp canines showing, but around you his chaos softens; the mornings feel warm, low-energy, and oddly intimate, full of half-mumbled teasing, sleepy touches, and the quiet kind of care Baji would never say out loud but shows in every little thing he does for you.
N= Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Nights with Baji are never quiet in the normal sense, but they always feel strangely safe, because even when he drags you onto his bike for some impulsive late-night ride or pulls you along to sit on a rooftop with convenience store snacks and a stupid grin on his face, there is this steady kind of warmth in the way he keeps you close; he is the type to act wild all day and then, once it is just the two of you, lean against you like he has been carrying too much for too long, grumbling about nonsense, picking playful fights just to hear you argue back, and wordlessly throwing his jacket over your shoulders when the air gets cold, all sharp teeth and rough edges until you reach for his hand and he goes quiet, thumb brushing over your knuckles like he is reminding himself you are really there, and by the end of the night you always realize that with Baji, love is never said gently, but it is shown in every protective glance, every reckless little adventure, and every moment he refuses to let you walk home alone.
O= Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Baji would not tell you everything about himself all at once. At first, getting close to him would feel like trying to catch hold of smoke he is there, loud and reckless and constantly in your space, but the real parts of him stay tucked behind sharp grins and stupid jokes. He would start revealing things only after he decides you are steady enough to stay, usually after you have seen him at his worst and did not flinch away. It would begin with small, almost careless scraps: a random story from when he was a kid, a complaint about school, an offhand mention of Mikey or Chifuyu, the kind of detail he pretends means nothing even though he is secretly watching your reaction. With Baji, trust is not built through soft speeches or neat confessions. It is built when you sit beside him in the quiet after a fight, when you patch up his knuckles without nagging, when you understand that sometimes his silence is not rejection it is him deciding whether it is safe to hand you something real.
Once Baji starts letting you in, it still would not come out in one clean confession. He is too guarded for that, and too used to carrying things alone. Instead, he would reveal himself in pieces over time, usually when he is tired, worked up, or caught off guard by how much he wants you to understand him. One night he might admit he hates people seeing him as stupid. Another time he might talk about Toman with a kind of fierce, aching loyalty that makes it obvious how much of his heart is tied up in protecting the people he loves. The heavier things his guilt, his fears, the way he takes on pain like it is his job - would take the longest, because those are the parts he thinks might make you look at him differently. If Baji ever told you something deeply personal, it would be blunt, low-voiced, and almost frustratingly casual, like he is tossing you a piece of his heart and daring you to make a big deal out of it. He opens slowly, but once he does, every truth he gives you feels important because you know he did not say it lightly.
P= Patience (How easily angered are they?)
You figure out pretty quickly that Baji is dangerously easy to provoke, but only in certain ways he’s not the type to snap over every little inconvenience, but disrespect, fake bravado, underhanded behavior, or anyone messing with the people he cares about will set him off almost instantly. He has this restless, explosive energy where his anger burns hot and fast, like he’s acting before the thought fully settles, so if someone mouths off to you, insults Toman, or tries to pull something sneaky, he’s already halfway to throwing the first punch with that wild grin on his face. But with you, it’s a little different; he’ll grumble, glare, and act annoyed if you tease him or tell him to calm down, yet he has more patience for you than he does for almost anyone else, mostly because deep down he likes that you’re one of the few people who can get away with pushing his buttons and still make him cool off before things go too far.
Q= Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Baji is the kind of person who acts like he forgets half of what you say, but that is honestly just because he looks so chaotic on the outside. You’ll mention something small in passing - your favorite drink, the name of a stray cat you like, the fact that you hate crowded trains and weeks later he’ll remember it at the weirdest, most unexpected moment. He is not the type to sit there nodding politely and asking a million soft questions, but he listens far more closely than people give him credit for. If it matters to you, it sticks with him. He might forget obvious things like dates or what time you said to meet him, but the emotional details, the things tied to your habits, your comfort, your likes and dislikes? Those stay. Baji is deeply observant beneath all that reckless energy, so he remembers you in a way that feels almost startling, like he has been paying attention the whole time even while acting distracted.
What makes it even more intense is that Baji would not bring up those details in a sweet, obvious way he would just use them. You’d be cold and suddenly he is shoving his jacket at you without a word because he remembered you always forget to dress for the weather. You’d stare at some dessert too long and he would grumble before buying it, already knowing it is your favorite because you mentioned it once three months ago. He probably does forget random surface-level stuff sometimes, especially if he is busy, injured, or caught up in Toman problems, but he does not forget you. Not really. Baji remembers the things that build a person, the little pieces that make you you, and because he cares so fiercely, those details become permanent in his mind even if he pretends they are not.
R= Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Baji’s favorite moment in your relationship is always the quiet aftermath of his chaos those late evenings when he shows up at your place bruised, grinning like he didn’t just nearly get himself killed, and you make him sit still while you clean the cuts on his face and hands; he acts annoyed, complains that you fuss too much, and tries to joke his way out of it, but secretly he lives for the way your hands are gentle with him, the way your voice softens when you tell him to stop moving, and the way you look at him like he’s more than the violence everyone else sees. For someone as reckless and wild as Baji, being cared for by you in those small, quiet moments means everything, because that’s when he feels it most clearly that no matter how hard he fights, where he goes, or what role he has to play, he can always come back to you and be wanted, understood, and safe.
S= Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Keisuke Baji is intensely protective of you, but not in a soft, subtle way; with him, it is immediate, physical, and impossible to miss. The second he senses a threat, he steps in front of you like it is instinct, shoulders squared, grin sharp, already ready for a fight before you can even ask him not to. He is the type to walk on the street side, keep an eye on who is watching you, and remember the faces of anyone who made you uncomfortable. Baji would protect you by taking the danger onto himself first, even if it means getting hurt, because in his mind your safety comes before his pride, his comfort, and sometimes even his own common sense. He would also be surprisingly perceptive about quieter dangers too; if somebody was lying to you, manipulating you, or trying to corner you emotionally, Baji would catch on faster than people expect and shut it down in his own blunt, aggressive way.
At the same time, Baji would not want you to protect him by trying to fight his battles for him or throwing yourself into danger beside him, because that would scare him more than anything. The way he likes to be protected is gentler and more personal: patching him up without making a big deal of it, grabbing his sleeve and making him stop when he is too reckless, reminding him that he does not always have to bleed to prove he cares. He would act annoyed if you fussed over him, maybe grumble and tell you he is fine, but secretly he would love knowing you are someone who stays, someone who notices when he is exhausted, angry, or carrying too much alone. More than brute strength, Baji wants loyalty, honesty, and that stubborn kind of care that keeps choosing him even when he is difficult, because deep down, being protected to him means being understood and not abandoned.
T= Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Baji would put in a messy, intense, very him kind of effort he’s not the type to plan polished, picture-perfect dates with reservations and matching outfits, but if it’s for you, he’s showing up early, dragging you somewhere fun, loud, or meaningful, and making sure nobody ruins your time together. Anniversaries would matter more to him than he’d ever admit; he might forget the “proper” way to celebrate, but he’d remember the exact day, get weirdly serious about it, and give you something rough around the edges but deeply personal, like a charm, food he knows you love, or some dumb little object that reminded him of you and never left his pocket. His gifts wouldn’t always be expensive or elegant, but they’d be heartfelt and chosen with sharp, surprising attention, because Baji notices more than people think. In everyday tasks, he’d be inconsistent in a chaotic way sometimes lazy, sometimes reckless, sometimes acting like chores are beneath him but the second you need help, he’s there without hesitation, carrying your things, walking you home, fixing problems before you can ask, and doing all the small protective boyfriend things like it’s instinct. Loving you wouldn’t make him softer exactly, but it would make him effortful, and with Baji, that means giving you every piece of loyalty, time, and care he has, even if he wraps it up in teasing, stubbornness, and that wild grin of his.
U= Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Baji’s worst habits would wear on you fast if you were close to him he has a reckless streak that makes him act first and think never, so you’d constantly be dragged into the aftermath of fights, impulsive decisions, and half-baked plans he swears he can handle alone. He’s terrible at communicating when something actually matters, brushing off your concern with a grin or a dumb joke, and when he’s upset, he has a habit of shutting you out completely instead of admitting he’s struggling. He can also be stubborn to the point of selfishness, deciding what’s “best” for you without asking, especially if he thinks keeping secrets or pushing you away will protect you. Add in how messy, disorganized, and careless he can be in everyday life, plus how quick his temper is when someone gets under his skin, and loving Baji would sometimes mean loving someone who makes things harder before he ever makes them better.
V= Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Baji isn’t the type to stand in front of a mirror for an hour or obsess over every little detail, but he absolutely cares about how he looks just not in a polished, neat way. With you, it’s obvious his appearance matters to him because he likes looking intimidating, wild, and strong; he wants that sharp grin, messy black hair, and rough-around-the-edges image to hit exactly the way it should. He’ll act like he doesn’t care if his uniform is half-buttoned or his hair is in his face, but if you casually fix a strand for him or tell him he looks good, he gets quietly smug about it for the rest of the day. He’s more concerned with having presence than being “pretty,” so while he won’t fuss over fashion or grooming like it’s a serious routine, he still takes care of the things that make him feel like himself and if you’re the one noticing, he cares even more than he lets on.
W= Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Baji would never say “I need you” out loud because that kind of honesty would make him feel way too exposed, but yes, he’d absolutely feel incomplete without you in a way that would haunt him when you’re gone; not because he’s weak, but because you become one of the only people who see past the violence, the recklessness, and the savage grin to the loyal, self-sacrificing heart underneath. You’d be the person who makes him slow down for a second, the one he looks for in every crowd, the one he instinctively wants to protect even when you’re strong enough to stand on your own, and over time your presence would sink so deeply into his life that everything would feel slightly off without you there—meals would taste blander, fights would feel emptier, victories would matter less. He’d still be Baji, still wild, still charging headfirst into danger, but with you gone there’d be this restless edge to him, like a part of him is missing and he doesn’t know how to name it; so no, he wouldn’t fall apart completely, but he would feel your absence like a missing piece in his chest, because once Baji loves you, he loves you in a way that becomes part of who he is.
X= Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Random headcanon: Baji secretly feeds stray cats after school, and even though he swears he doesn’t care about them, they always come running the second they hear his voice.
Y= Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)
Baji wouldn’t be able to stand anything fake about you, from fake kindness to fake loyalty and fake tears - all of it would piss him off fast, because more than anything, he values honesty and knowing where someone truly stands. He wouldn’t like clinginess that turns controlling, either; if you tried to box him in, monitor every move he made, or guilt him for being fiercely devoted to his friends, he’d pull away hard. Cowardice, cruelty toward weaker people, and underhanded behavior would disgust him too, especially if you were the type to smile to someone’s face and talk behind their back later. In general, Baji wouldn’t have patience for people who are shallow, overly polished, or obsessed with appearances, and in a partner, he’d hate someone who treated his loyalty like a game, disrespected the people he loves, or expected him to become calmer, softer, or easier to handle just to make them comfortable you’d need to accept that he’s wild, intense, and rough around the edges, not try to tame him into someone he’s not.
Z= Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Baji sleeps like he does everything else messy, intense, and without much warning. When you stay with him, you notice he fights sleep at first, acting like he is not tired even when his eyes are heavy, but the second he finally crashes, he is out cold. He sprawls across the bed like it is his territory, one arm usually thrown over your waist or tugging you close without even waking up, like some stubborn instinct to keep you near. He tosses around a lot, kicks blankets off, and mumbles half-formed nonsense in his sleep, sometimes with a faint frown like he is still ready to swing at somebody even in dreams. On rough nights, though, when old guilt or stress sits too heavy on him, he sleeps lighter and clings to you more, forehead pressed into your shoulder, calmer only when he can feel you there. He would never admit it out loud, but your presence is one of the few things that actually helps him rest.
baji x reader
description: maybe baji doesn't like the idea of anyone else making you laugh.
the afternoon sun hung low over the toman meeting spot, casting long shadows across the empty parking lot. most of the members has already left, their motorcycles echoing into the distance.
you stayed behind, leaning against the metal railing while laughing at something one of the toman members said.
"seriously, you should've seen his face!" he continued, grinning.
you covered your mouth, laughing. "no way. baji actually did that?"
"hey."
a sharp voice cut through the conversation.
your laughter immediately faded.
standing a few feet away was baji, dark hair messy as always, his uniform jacket hanging loosely over his shoulders. his sharp eyes were fixed on the guy standing next to you.
the other member awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.
"uh... i should probably go."
before you could respond, he quickly walked off, leaving you alone with baji.
you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow.
"what was that about?"
baji scoffed, looking away. "nothing."
"you literally scared him off."
"i didn't scare him."
"you absolutely did."
he shoved his hands into his pockets, kicking a small rock across pavement. for someone known for picking fights without hesitation, he suddenly looked... irritated.
and maybe a little embarrassed.
"you seemed like you were having fun," he muttered.
"i was just talking."
"with him."
you blinked.
"...yeah?"
baji's jaw tightened.
"you were laughing a lot."
you stared at him for a moment before realization hit you.
"...wait."
a slow grin spread across your face.
"are you jealous?"
"what?" baji snapped immediately. "no."
"you are."
"i'm not."
"you totally are."
baji groaned, dragging a hand down his face.
"why would i be jealous of that idiot?"
you stepped closer, tilting your head.
"because maybe you like me."
silence.
for a second, baji looked completely frozen.
then his ears turned slightly red.
"tch."
he looked away again.
"...you're annoying."
"that's not a denial."
before you could tease him further, baji suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer. you stumbled slightly, landing in front of him.
his grip was firm but careful.
"you wanna know why i didn't like it?" he said quietly.
your heart skipped.
"why?"
baji leaned down slightly, his voice low.
"because i don't like seeing someone else make you laugh like that."
your face warmed instantly.
"baji..."
he sighed, clearly frustrated with himself.
"look, i'm not good at this kind of stuff," he muttered. "but if some guy thinks he can flirt with you right in front of me—"
you cut him off by laughing softly.
baji blinked.
"...why are you laughing?"
"because you're jealous."
"i just said i wasn't"
"you basically admitted it."
he groaned again.
"you're impossible."
you gently took his hand, squeezing it.
"if it makes you feel better," you said, smiling, "i only laugh like that around you."
baji froze again.
"...huh?"
"you're the one i like, idiot."
for once, first division captain looked completely speechless.
a second later, he turned away, trying to hide the smile tugging at his lips.
"...you better not say that to anyone else."
"why?"
"because," baji muttered, squeezing your hand tighter, "that's my job."
