synopsis: how he reacts when you ask the chat to watch him for you.
warnings: the haitanis are kinda short
note/s: i’m back on my writing shit… i think, anw, please enjoy these short drabbles while i force away the rust in my writing, glad to be back 🩷 (i also plan to write a wbk version of this so heads up for that one!)
mikey:
“can you babysit my boyfriend for me?” you say to your camera as you propped it up in front of your boyfriend who paused midchew.
“babysit?” mikey asked, mouth filled with dorayaki, his dark eyes looked like a confused puppy as he looked at you, who walked away without giving him a response.
mikey swallows the sweet treat before he stares back at the camera with a confused expression. he mentally counts the seconds being recorded, confusion still etched onto his face before he brushes away the blonde strands that were framing his face.
“wanna see a cool trick?” mikey asks no one in particular before he grins and picks up the phone and props it onto a higher place.
“okay so… this is called a high kick.” mikey says as he demonstrates it, flashing a grin to the camera. the next few minutes were spent with him showing the camera all the kicks and moves he knows from the dojo.
“and finally… this is my special nuclear kick, as kazutora would like to call it– wait! let’s get a better view.” he says before he lowers the camera. “there.”
“in three… two… one…—oh oops!”
your boyfriend accidentally kicked the camera off the table.
the impact caused the tempered glass to shatter and the noise caused you to run back inside.
“what happened?!” you asked as you assessed the situation, mikey only gave you a sheepish yet guilty smile. “they couldn’t handle me…”
commenter: it started well until he knocked me tf out ⅖ will not babysit again, the kicks were cool tho.
commenter: bro struggled with placing us on a higher place but he’s a cutie patootie so i’ll give him that.
chifuyu:
“i’m gonna take a walk, watch my boyfriend for me.” you say to the camera before placing it in front of chifuyu who was combing peke j’s fur.
“baby? where are you—” “i’ll see you in a bit, baby! be nice.” you cut him off, closing the door shut.
“uh…” chifuyu didn’t know what to do. is this a new tiktok trend? are you messing with him? is the camera even— yep, it was recording.
“hi so uh.” chifuyu coughs. “my name is chifuyu, i’m (y/n)’s boyfriend.” he awkwardly introduces himself, green eyes fluttering back to the front door, silently hoping for you to walk back in.
after a few seconds and no sign of you, he refocuses back to the camera and raises peke j in view. “this is my cat.”
“his name is peke j.” he grabs one of peke j’s paws and waved it to the camera, making a small meowing sound as he does so. “he’s saying hi too!” chifuyu grins before he laughs at his cringe.
“what the hell am i even doing.” he says before petting peke j’s head and running over his scar. an idea suddenly coming to his head.
“so… my mom didn’t want peke j at first. i had to hide him in my hoodie when i was 12 just so i could keep him…”
you came back to chifuyu talking animatedly to the camera, a big smile on his face as he pets his cat.
“oh, baby! you’re here.” chifuyu notices you immediately before he pats the space beside him. “i was just telling them how peke j was the reason how you and i met!”
the two of you talked to the camera until your phone notified that there was no more storage. you should really clean up your gallery, stop procrastinating.
commenter: HE’S SO ORANGE CAT CODED
commenter: his lil cat adoption story was so sweet pls make a part 2!!
rindou:
your boyfriend was in his homemade gym room doing his sets when you placed the phone on the tripod that you set up in the room. rindou sets down his dumbbells as he looks at you with a raised brow.
you say nothing to him before you start recording, “make sure my boyfriend doesn’t hurt himself, thanks!” you say to the camera before you bolted out the room before rindou could say a word in.
rindou sighs as he gets up from his bench press, all sweaty and gross as he approaches the camera. he rolls his eyes once he realizes that the camera was recording. nevertheless, he returns back to his sets, grunting heavily every time he finishes parts of his routine.
you came back to see your boyfriend doing push-ups, a circular weight on his back and his biceps flexing everytime he pushes down.
“really?” you asked and rindou pauses mid push-up to look at you with a confused gaze.
“you’re being all slutty and sweaty for my camera?” you cross your arms, a deadpan expression on your face, rindou kneels from his position and gives you a look of disbelief.
“you’re the one who started recording! i’m just doing my normal routine.” you scoff.
“then why’d you have to look like a whore doing it!”
“excuse me?”
commenter: bro groans like a good boy
commenter: excuse me sir that groan? what happened to hi and hello?
(rindou had to make a follow up video explaining that he was taken AND he does NOT take it like a good boy.)
baji:
“i’m going to get the food outside, can you watch him for me?” you say, shoving the phone to baji’s face before running away. the action causes baji to jolt up from the couch and gripping the phone to stop it from falling in his grasp.
“oi, what the—” “oh, and no swearing, keisuke! we don’t want to get flagged.” you say before running out the door.
“huh?” it was only then baji realized that the phone was on a livestream and there are dozens of comments squealing over him.
“i’m so fu–darn hungry, (y/n)’s taking so long” he groans
“what am i supposed to do with this?” baji asks the chat and one comment in particular caught his eye.
“that’s a great idea, kazutora” he smiles ominously.
the next thing you knew was chifuyu calling baji’s phone. you picked it up and before you could even get a word in, you can hear chifuyu’s panicked voice.
“(y/n)! baji’s about to commit arson in your backyard!”
“he’s about to what?!”
commenter: 2/10 will not babysit again, he looks like he bites
commenter: 1/10. he scares me
kazutora:
“hey, babysit my boyfriend for me? thanks!” that was said with no context as kazutora finds himself facing the front camera of your phone. he stiffens up, not used to looking at himself much.
he awkwardly reaches for his bowl of cereal, eyes hyper focused on the camera as he scoops the spoon into the bowl.
“uh… hi.” he waves awkwardly, trying to watch the series that was on tv but he still couldn’t feel comfortable with the camera pointed at him so he turns the tv off.
“so uh… i’m eating a bowl of cocoa puffs.” kazutora says, showing the camera his meal, “they’re really good. it tastes like cocoa… i mean obviously– anyway!”
kazutora coughs. a blush forming on his cheeks on how awkward the entire situation is.
“so uhm. cats are cool.” he starts. “did you know that the calico cats were brought in japanese voyages because sailors thought they brought good luck?”
“it’s uhm. a pretty cool fact if i do say so myself.” silence.
“uh a cat was also mayor in an alaskan town for 20 years so there’s that.”
“oh! also, did you know that isaac newton invented the cat door?”
commenter: 5/5 he’s a lil awkward but his cat facts are so cute
commenter: 4/5 did not know about these cat facts and ill change my rating to 5/5 if we get more cat facts
sanzu:
“watch haru for me, thanks. he’s your problem now.” you say as you plop the phone in front of sanzu’s desktop.
“babe, what the hell?”
“careful, chat, he bites.” with that, you turned on your heel and left.
sanzu looks at the livestream and realizes that everyone was either thirsting for him or asking when your next shared content will come out.
“i’m in the middle of editing the video when that headache forced you to babysit me” sanzu said, shaking his head. “i do have one with senju coming out tomorrow, we tried 1 star hair products.”
he reads a comment and shakes his head. “of course not on my hair. (y/n) loves running her fingers on it and i’d be damned if i ruined it." he says before reading more comments
“what are your hair recommendations for someone with dry hair? well first, go condition that shit…”
“your curly hair is getting frizzy? souya said to not comb it while dry but i don’t know, if you fuck it up, blame the twins. my hair is pin straight so i wouldn’t know”
“skin care? i don’t know. whatever (y/n) puts on my face— don’t you dare take me out of context.”
commenter: was expecting to babysit this babygirl but got great skincare and haircare advice
commenter: apparently i was using the wrong toner, thanks for the help 5/5 will babysit again.
ran (bonus):
did not need any babysitting, was just asleep.
commenter: bro’s snoring
commenter: hes meditating guys
commenter: he’s died
note/s: if there is a tiktok trend u best believe i WILL write about it, i also hope u get the meme reference for ran.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ thinking about him, the man who doesn't verbally express his love. you'll never catch him whispering I love you. never see him running to with arms wide and ready to hug you. never see them stating how much he missed you. but you know he loves you, not from his words but from his actions.
it's the way he always gets you your favorite snack without asking when he goes to the store. the way he scolds you if you haven't drank enough water or eaten much during the day. the way he lets you stain his shirt with your tears as he awkwardly wraps his arms around you because he doesn't know how to calm you down and is panicking on the inside.
he switches drinks with you if you don't like yours. regardless of whether he really likes his own drink. he carries you to bed if you fall asleep on the couch waiting for him. he'll let you know how pissed he is the next morning but you know deep down he doesn't really mind.
he does all these things and more in private, only where you can see. you're friends are confused, claiming you can 'do better', but they'll never know what it's really like to be with him. to be loved by him.
sure he may never tell you how much he loves you, never express how much he's been missing you, but you know deep down he does and you wouldn't have it any other way.
tokyo revengers ⇢ TIME IS NOT ON OUR SIDE ft. keisuke baji
you fall in love with a certain gang member in his timeline and you promise to find each other in yours—ten years later.
wc: 1.7k
about: reader is a time leaper and the trigger is a kiss on the lips <3
warnings: just some mild angst in the beginning. nothing heart wrenching. also not proofread lololol
note: this has been in my notes since 2022 and i’m soooo fawking glad it’s finally done and posted. i feel free
from the sidelines, you quietly watch as toman wraps up their last meeting—rather the last meeting you’ll be in attendance as they’ve unanimously decided that the safest course of action for you at the moment is to travel back to the future—your present.
you knew how important this assembly was going to be. you didn’t mean to tune out at least half of it but at one point, the gang was in the middle of bidding you a proper farewell and your gaze had landed on baji where he was stood with his division. as though he could sense your eyes on him, he’d met them with his own and neither of you had been able to look away since.
many months ago, you wouldn’t have had a single clue what was going through baji’s mind. if there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s masking his true feelings behind piercing eyes and cunning smiles—but maybe that’s the very thing that drew you to him in the first place. you crave his unpredictability and the thrill that emanates from him feels endless.
but like all good things, this, too, has come to an end.
inaudible chatters start to buzz through the air as toman members disperse into smaller groups but baji makes a beeline for you.
“hey, captain,” you say with as much mirth as you can muster but he only gives you a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“10 years is a long time…” his tone is sullen, so unlike him that you utter your next words without giving it much thought.
“what if i stay?”
it’s only then you realize how selfish it is of you to even consider it an option.
you’re not oblivious to the fact that the gang’s second division captain has a completely different standpoint from the man you’ve grown fond of. you’re also certain that he will always pick loyalty over self-interest.
ultimately, baji is toman’s before he is yours.
“i’m the one doing the waiting so don’t worry about it,” he tells you, though the reassurance sounds more directed at himself.
as your time together gradually runs out, the clearer it becomes in your mind how you two never truly had a chance.
despite his free spirit, baji’s been apprehensive of getting you involved with him because the last thing he needs is word about you going around and in turn, rival gangs using you to get to him. so your feelings stay as is—just feelings.
as you make the most of these last few minutes before you jump back to your present, you can’t find it in yourself to tie him down. not ever but especially not now.
“kei, promise me something.”
“anything.”
“promise me that if you meet someone–”
“it’ll still be you,” he cuts you off. he’s not about to hear you give him away before he’s even had the chance to be yours so he leans closer until there’s barely a millimeter between your lips. then he repeats himself with conviction, “it will still be you.”
before you can protest, baji closes the distance between the two of you in a searing kiss, triggering your 10-year time leap.
one second, it’s as if you’re surrounded by complete darkness then you’re suffering from a splitting headache the next. you suppose that’s a sign your time leap worked.
it takes you some time to regain your lucidity but just as the pain in your head is beginning to subside, you’re brought back to your senses by the shrill ringing from your phone.
still on the edge of your disoriented state, you fail to register the caller id. you simply take the call. “hello?”
“hi. i wanna see you.” your heart jumps at the voice and any sense of confusion in your system leaves your body. “are you home?”
baji.
your breath hitches but you quickly compose yourself before baji can detect any hint of hesitation from you. “uh… yeah, i’m home.”
“alright. see you soon.”
as soon as he hangs up, you pace around your apartment, letting various scenarios play out in your head so you don’t overlook any possible way this can go. sure, you always planned to find baji in this timeline. you just didn’t expect you’d get thrown into this situation immediately. however, you find it odd that baji doesn’t seem fazed at the very least. it’s almost as if no time has passed at all.
you start to doubt if you’ve truly arrived in your timeline but you don’t get to dwell on it any further because the doorbell soon rings throughout your home. when you swing the door open, you’re met with the immediate grin on baji’s face at the sight of you.
“hi there.” he holds up a small bag of takeout, leaning against the doorframe in a posture so lax which is an absolute contradiction to your frantic state. “i got you your favorite.”
“oh. you, uh…” not a single coherent thought is going through your mind right now. you don’t know what to ask. you don’t even know what to say at all. “you didn’t have to.”
“of course i did,” he counters, sauntering over to your dining room to set the tubs of food on the table. you don’t say anything else after that but you must’ve been quiet for a beat too long because baji unexpectedly looks at you with an inquisitive glint in his eye as he begins to examine your tense demeanor. you suppose he still has a knack for reading people. “you okay?”
“mhm,” you reply with a quick nod, a little too immediate for it to be a natural response.
baji doesn’t seem convinced. he walks over to you, putting a hand over your forehead before gently cupping your face to study your expression. “you seemed out of it on the phone. are you sure you’re okay?”
unfortunately for him, his question fails to earn an answer.
but fortunately for you, you finally find an opportunity to ogle and get a closer look at him.
he’s lost the baby fat in his cheeks—his jawline and cheekbones are now a bit more defined, making his face look more sculpted than it already was before. other than that, he still has the same long hair up in a ponytail, the shorter raven locks messily framing his features. same piercing eyes. same swoony smile.
god, was time incredibly kind to him.
“you look…” gorgeous, you want to tell him. instead, you say, “…the same? kind of. i mean, your face is… sharper?”
you want to kick yourself for your inability to think up some adjectives. despite being a decade older, you’re definitely not a year wiser.
it only takes baji a brief moment to catch on before a shit-eating grin is stretching across his face so brazenly that it makes you suspicious.
“kei?”
“so you’re back,” he drawls.
there’s the confirmation you needed—the time leap did work. but why is baji so chill about it?
“keisuke,” you say more sternly which elicits a deep chuckle from him. “what happened in ten years?”
“you know…” he begins with a cadence that makes you weak in the knees—you have to quickly remind yourself about the bigger matter at hand. “you usually call me babe.”
huh?
with your lack of response, baji takes it as his cue to continue, “do you wanna know what happened after we kissed? or should i just skip to our first date?”
our first-
“what?!” you shriek.
the utter shock in your face makes baji cackle.
“did you really think i was just gonna sit around and do nothing? turns out ten years is more than enough time to win you over,” he begins to explain, occasionally interrupted by his own laughter. “in my defense, i tried to wait. keep my distance and all, but you—” he emphasizes with an accusatory point of his index finger in your direction, “—couldn’t. apparently, you and other you have one thing in common. i’m your type.”
you’ve always deemed baji as the loyal one but right now, you might just give him a run for his money.
“i asked you out?”
“what?” baji sounds offended, almost competitive even, as if the very idea of it was ridiculous. “i asked you out. you just liked me back. what kind of man do you think i am?”
in that instant, you catch a glimpse of the younger baji. considering that the memory of your goodbyes is still clear and fresh in your mind, it almost makes you laugh—perhaps the boy you had to leave behind ten years ago is still somewhere inside the man standing before you now.
and deep down, you know you would’ve asked him out then if the circumstances were any different. for a brief moment, you let yourself wonder if he would’ve been just as offended.
“so… we’re dating?” the words feel weird on your tongue. not that you’re complaining.
“yup.”
“for how long?”
“a little over two years.”
you swear you feel your eyes bulge out of your skull at the revelation. “wow… okay.”
“you don’t look happy,” he teases.
“i am!” your rebuttal comes out a bit too defensively, prompting you to take a sharp inhale and reverting your voice to its neutral inflection. “i am,” you repeat. “it’s just… a lot to process.”
“take your time.”
baji presses a soft kiss on your forehead and that’s when it hits you.
“have we kissed…? since… you know…”
“not on the lips. i had to make up some no-kiss rule just in case—which other you hated, by the way—but now that you mention it…” he steps even closer, forcing you to walk backwards until you’re backed up against the kitchen counter and caged in his arms. “i’m gonna need you to refresh my memories.”
“what if i go back to the past?”
“i’ll kiss you there too,” he speaks with so much certainty it makes your heart flutter.
“then we’d just keep going back and forth,” you joke.
“then so be it.” with his face just merely inches away from yours, his voice dips in volume. just enough for you to still catch his words when he says, “i waited a long time. i think i deserve it.”
you roll your eyes but you don’t bother to fight the smile tugging at your lips. “it’s not waiting if we’re already together… babe.”
the playfulness in baji’s eyes gradually dies as his gaze on you softens into something more sincere—exactly how it always did ten years ago each time he looked at you. “i promised it’d still be you, didn’t i?”
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.
Hey so I saw your reqs are open!! So I've noticed a lot in the past of how people portray baji as super aggressive and violent in a relationship when I think he'd be pretty soft and always put his s/o's needs first. Please give me super cute sfw and nsfw hcs that you can think of baji x fem reader! Thank you!!
࣪˖ ִֶָ ೀ 𝑺𝑬𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑻 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻𝑰𝑬𝑺
summary :: tough looking guys that are actually softies towards their s/o!!
warnings :: aged up characters!! nsfw content, smut, possibly ooc, protected sex!, pet names, tit play, mommy kink, not proofread, mentions of rough sex, mentions of multiple positions (doggy, missionary, cowgirl etc), mommy kink, just me being biased, might contain spoilers ig(?), may contain grammar mistakes (either bc eng isn't my first language or bc I'm typing too quickly 🤷🏻♀️)
a/n :: YESS!! I've been thinking about this for so long and I'm glad I'm not the only one 🥹 I actually have a draft explaining this but for izana so I decided to make this a multi character drabble, hope u don't mind ㅠㅠ
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࣪˖ ִֶָ ೀ 𝑲𝑬𝑰𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑬 𝑩𝑨𝑱𝑰
— SFW ::
you were most likely baji's first girlfriend, so he probably has no idea what he's supposed to do in a relationship (and I will die on this hill). he's nervous, get flustered at the sight of you, at the thought of holding hands with you or anything similar to that.
now, we all know that baji can be a bit... vile. burning cars when he's hungry, brutally beating people he believes he needs to.. yeah. but!! that's not the only reason he is believed to be super aggressive with his gf and all, it's also because he tries to act pretty nonchalant and cool, like his usual self around you because he's embarrassed of how flustered you make him! (ᗒᗩᗕ)
at first, he's actually really good at keeping this cool guy nonchalant persona (atleast in public), but.. it's also super obvious he has a soft spot for you. he'd do cute things like fixing your hair, holding your hand, even being pretty clingy in private. it surprises you at first, but you grow used to it after some time.
he's so gentle with you :(( would literally never yell at you, even when he comes back from school/a gang meeting/a fight completely stressed, he would just pout and pull you into a hug because it calms him down<33 also gets super super mad if anyone else tries to yell at you. like, if you came to him crying because some guy was bullying you and everyone was just brushing it off bc "he probably likes you!" (why are we romanticizing abuse •n•), the next day your bully is coincidentally found passed out in some alleyway; if you had a fight with your parents, every time he comes over or sees your parents, he not-so secretly glares at them and makes sure to purposely mention something you were fighting about in a subtle way (example, if they were commenting about your weight or smt, he would make sure to voice a little too loudly how much he loves the way your body looks).
I could go on and on about him but I think I'll end it here cuz I have two more characters to work on!!
— NSFW :: honestly, baji gives me the type of guy who doesn't think of sex as something that's 100% necessary in your relationship and would be completely fine with waiting until marriage, but once you're his, you're his. he does not like the thought of sleeping around and even finds the thought of it a little weird, the thought of being intimate someone just for the fun of it didn't sound appealing to him.
most likely, he loses his virginity to you, and if you are a virgin as well, he's so gentle with you. he has you laying down on the white sheets under him, since it's both of y'all's first time, he figures that missionary is the safest position to start with (although he wouldn't mind experimenting with other positions in the future).
spends half the time just preparing you with foreplay, kissing your neck, sucking ur tits, thighs, licking up your stomach >< he'll eat you out so softly, so gently, slowly making out with your cunt, asking you "is this okay?" "am I making you feel good?" he just needs reassurance :(( it's his first time too!
once he was finally sure you're 100% ready for him, he first grinds his cock against your core, coating it properly (he probably heard of vaginal bleeding if there wasn't enough lubricant and the thought of hurting you scared him), he would 100% use a condom, atleast until both of you are comfortable to fuck without it.
after, once again, making sure everything was perfect and you were ready, he pushes in, slowly, painfully slowly in order to make sure it doesn't hurt, and if you show any sign of pain with your facial expressions or body language, he freezes until he makes sure it's okay for him to keep going.
once he's finally in, he waits for a full minute for you to adjust to his size before beginning to move his hips, once again, slowly at first. he groans, and despite wanting to be gentle with his pretty girl, he can't help but bite your neck (baji has a biting kink and I'll die on that hill), and he ends up accidentally doing it harder than he intends to, but not enough for it to bleed!
I always see people saying that he calls his s/o really degrading names, but I actually see him mostly calling often calling you like "pretty girl" (≧~≦) I also think he's also good at edging himself, so even if he's so close it's painful, he wouldn't let himself cum until he's made you cum at least once.
when you're finally done, I feel like aftercare with him would be a bit awkward lmao. he would probably be too lazy to shower so he just cleans both of you up with a towel, helps you put your pjs on and falls asleep right then and there with you trapped in his arms. all in all 10/10 he's so sweet <3
࣪˖ ִֶָ ೀ 𝑰𝒁𝑨𝑵𝑨 𝑲𝑼𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑨𝑾𝑨
— SFW ::
(gosh I love him sm ><)
we all know about Izana's past, which naturally causes a lot of trust issues, so I genuinely believe he would not get with just anyone, he needs to build trust with you as a friend before he first off accepts he likes you beyond friendship and then actually starts dating you.
once you finally move onto the next stage, he would still have a hard time fully trusting you. although he wouldn't be too distrusting, he would be the type of boyfriend constantly calling you when you're not home and asking those "where are you at?" "who are you with?" "when are you coming home?" etc etc.
I saw this drabble on tumblr where the creator compared izana to an untrusting cat and I love this theory!! at first (the first few months of your relationship), he would he a bit distant, not talking to you nor showing a lot of love to you for awhile (mostly because he didn't know how to do so, but also because he wasn't sure if you were 100% trustworthy), but every once or twice a month, he would come to you out of nowhere and become super clingy and needy towards you, like a cat. it confused you, but you decided to stay with him because you genuinely loved him and believed he would change.
and he did.
after those few months of being an untrusting cat, he realized that even though he was a horrible boyfriend to you, you still stayed, you still let him in every one of those vulnerable nights, always took care of him, always showed that you truly loved him. and he realized that he genuinely loved you too..
after that day, he started putting more effort into your relationship. he would take care of you in the form of beating up anyone who even looked at you wrong, made sure you were never in any danger, making sure you always got what you wanted, basically treated you like his little princess.
since I believe that izana is fluent in tagalog, I fully believe he would call you names like "mahal" (love), "prinsesa" (princess), "maganda" (beautiful) etc etc. (I used a translator for this so if anyone knows tagalog correct me if the translations are wrong).
he would be so worried about you being scared of him because of his reputation in tenjiku, so he would never want you to be present during his meetings/fights with tenjiku :(( also, although he did trust you, he didn't trust almost anyone else. the only person he would trust with you was kakucho, but other than him, he didn't want to see you with any other man. he was shamelessly possessive, but if it ever came to a misunderstanding (if he misunderstood you meeting with a cousin or smt like that) he would be so apologetic to both you and the cousin bc he genuinely wants to be on your family's good side :(
— NSFW ::
now, as I said earlier, izana does not trust just anyone, so I doubt he would ever be the type of person to sleep around. he sees lovemaking as the most vulnerable moment that a couple can go through and despises hookup culture. why would he sleep with someone just for the "fun" of it?
I also see him as someone who doesn't mind waiting for marriage, but I don't think he would last ㅠㅠ (although I fully believe he would not sleep with someone he's been with for like a year or so- as I said, he sees lovemaking as vulnerable and wants to create a strong relationship bond with strong trust with someone before engaging in such a vulnerable act).
he gives me the vibes of someone who is pretty 50-50 when it comes to if he likes it gentle or rough. sure, he does likes to come home after a stressful day (either after losing a fight with tenjiku or fighting with one of his gang members in the tenjiku timeline, or after a stressful day at work in the final timeline) and quite literally fuck the stress out with you. in those situations, he does like a good doggy style, just seeing your ass bouncing as he thrusts into you like a madman gets him seeing stars.
another thing I wanna mention is that I genuinely believe he would prefer wearing a condom, just because he doesn't want to risk you getting pregnant when neither of you are ready to be parents, also because he has a sensitive dick and he would probably cum in seconds from the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him so snuggly ><
as I said, yes, he does like rough sex, but you wanna know what he loves? lovemaking. soft, loving, gentle lovemaking. he loves to scoop you into his arms and lay you down on the bed, whisper sweet nothings into your ear while slowly undressing you, gently kiss and bite at the skin of your earlobe, down to your neck, shoulders and collarbone before finally reaching your soft breasts, immediately taking one of your nipples into his mouth.
while distracting you with his mouth on your chest, he slowly pushes his throbbing cock inside of your tight hole, whining around your peak and giving both of you a moment to adjust before beginning to slowly move his hips.
izana has a mommy kink argue with the wall. as he's fucking you so slowly and lovingly, he's whining in your ear cuz, like I said, he has a sensitive cock, just repeating the sweet nothings while also calling you mommy over and over again and your eyes are just rolling back in bliss bc of how good it feels !! ><
he'll speed up his thrusts if you ask him to, bringing both of you equal amount of pleasure until you're cumming all over his rubber-covered dick and he follows right away, filling the condom up with his white cream.
aftercare with him is basically the two of you just laying there, wrapped around in each other's bodies and staring at each other lovingly in the comfortable silence until you two eventually fall asleep together (with him laying on your pretty chest)
࣪˖ ִֶָ ೀ 𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑰
— SFW ::
now.
I have a lot to say about this man right here.
but I also don't know how to word it.
I genuinely believe he's the type of guy who would act all tough and nonchalant but is the biggest loser when it comes to his s/o. (ughhh >﹏<)
he would try to put up this fake persona in public (especially around ran bc he knew he would tease him), but the second the two of them were alone, he would become the clingiest guy ever. he would love to cuddle with you, sleep on your chest, just straight up hold you. (I love him sm wthhhh)
he would love kissing u sm :(( on the lips, the cheek, on the forehead, nose, hand, neck, whereverrr. like every time the two of you would see each other, the first thing he does is grab your hand and kiss the back of it before doing anything else.
he would be super overprotective of you, not in a toxic way, he just doesn't want you to get hurt in any way :( he only has you other than ran and he can't bare the thought of you getting in any danger.
it's also a canonical fact is that rindou has a drinking problem, but he would genuinely try to at least get it under control or even completely stop drinking just for you :(( he would come to you and flex how long he's been sober, expecting praise from you (which you always give him because it gives him motivation to keep going).
he would love to take you out absolutely anywhere !! from shopping sprees and fancy dinners, to wholesome café dates and movie nights. he just loves to spoil you so much because he feels like you deserve it for sticking with him through the thick and thin <33
— NSFW ::
maybe I'm biased but I also believe rindou wouldn't mind waiting until marriage if you really wanted to, but if you were okay with premarital sex, you would probably do it within maybe a year and a half.
he also doesn't mind using a condom, but he would also want to experiment without one aswell.
yes, I do believe rindou would enjoy positions like doggy or cowgirl, but would also love slow and sensual lovemaking in positions like missionary. he would love to see your face as he rutted his hips into yours, you're just so pretty and he can't stop himself from staring at you with a shit-eating smirk on his face (＠_＠;)
I feel like he would be the type who prefers rough sex, he just loves pounding his pretty girl until he's fucked you dumb >< buuut, every now and then, he would love gentle lovemaking aswell!
he would love it when you ride him he gently, slowly moving up and down his dick while he held you by the hips, helping you lift yourself up and down his long, veiny cock. he wouldn't be as loud as izana, but he would let out soft grunts and groans, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder as he cums either inside of you or the condom.
aftercare with him is soft and gentle. he'll give you water and food if you wanted it, would bring you to the bath and help you clean up (also might fuck you one more time just to make sure ><). after that, he would dress you up and would go to sleep while holding you tightly in his arms. <3
includes : ken ryuguji and baji keisuke. they are in their late teens/early 20s.
note : UR WELCOME TO THE FOURTEEN REQS IN MY INBOX BEGGING FOR BAJI CONTENT! i was gonna write mitsuya and mikey but i got tired lol
ken ryuguji as your boyfriend.
he loves taking you out on his bike. he likes how you hold him so tightly, and he likes the feeling of your cheek pressed against his back. when you first asked him, he was a little wary at first because he was kind of scared you might get hurt, but who was he to say no to his girl?
the girls at the brothel fucking love you. you exchange makeup tips and self care remedies, they pinch your cheek and tell you how cute you are. "hi love, what are you doing here looking so pretty!? ain't she pretty, kenny? yeahh he thinks so, look at him, he's blushing" "'course i think she's pretty, i'm the one dating her" oh and they love to give you life advice too; men, money, independance, all of it. draken is embarassed by how they act, but you think it's sweet.
he hates being posted to your socials. he's cool with it if his face isn't in the picture, but he values his privacy. his own social media presence is practically nonexistent, other than one highlight with one story from your birthday of you holding flowers he got you. the song he posted to you is my girl by the temptations.
though he likes his privacy, he does like pda. not intense pda, it's not like y'all have your tongues down each other's throats in public or anything, but he likes a lil kiss here n there. his arm around your waist, or your fingers intertwined with his. a kiss on your shoulder, and always one on your lips before you part. and while he doesn’t typically like to make a scene, when he misses you its a whole different story. he loves when you run to him when you see him after being away from each other for far too long, throwing your arms around his shoulders and his wrap around your waist to spin you around, peppering the side of your face with kisses as you tell him how much you missed him through giggles. "missed you too, angel," a kiss on your jaw. "i'm sorry i've been so busy lately," a kiss on your cheek "'m gonna make it up to you though, i promise." a kiss on your lips. yeah, it's that kind of pda.
he will call you so many pet names, it's not even funny. they're out of his mouth before he even realizes it. it's not like he hides his loving side exactly, it's just that with you, he gets to be a whole other type of gushy. his friends make fun of him whenever they get a glimpse of his softer side when he speaks to you, but he does not care!!! he'll never stop calling you his pretty princess or kissing your cheek or holding all your bags when you go shopping just because his friends think he's whipped. he would happily admit that they're right!!
baji keisuke as your boyfriend.
he may come across as cold, but make no mistake, physical touch is his love language. he always finds himself gravitating to touching you, even in public. whether he's holding your hand or resting his head on your shoulder or tracing hearts and stars into the skin of your thigh, he just wants to touch you!!! in private, it is so much more egregious. he'll be on top of you, attacking you with kisses, hands roaming over your skin. he loves when you sleep over because then he can extend his time to cuddle with you. he likes little spoon and big spoon equally, he just wants SOMEONE to be held!!!
he has and will fight someone for you, absolutely no question. he doesn't exactly get jealous, you express how much you love him enough for him to have interalized it, but he does let a threat or two slip out when a man's flirting with you right in front of him. when someone is being creepy to you, yes, he has been known to throw a couple punches. he'll stop when you ask!! its not like he's batshit!!!! when he's finished, you tend to his wounds. muttering about how stupid he is but giving him a kiss to his temple.
he knows how obsessed you are with his hair. he watches you from the corner of his eye, staring lip tucked between your teeth as he puts it up. he complains, but he secretly loves it. "man you treat me like some slut" "true i'm just using you for your hair. one day you'll wake up bald and i'll be half way across the country with a ziploc bag full of your beautiful hair" "i hate you" he loves lying on top of you, cheek pressed against your chest as you run your fingers through your hair. he always ends up mumbling how much he loves you when your fingers find their way into his hair. he also lets you play around with different hairstyles too! his favourite will always be a half up half down moment :p
he calls you bro more than actual pet names tbh. generally, he doesn't use a lot of pet names because he'd rather call you by your name, but when he's being extra sweet or when he's tired, he'll use them. you love how cute he is when he's about to fall asleep, he starts going on and on about how much he loves his pretty girl. "soo sweet to me, love you soo much... my lovely girl... my love" he'll whisper into your neck, not even knowing exactly what he's saying himself as his eyes slowly flutter shut. when he's in a good mood he'll greet you with a lil "hey baby" or "hello perfect beautiful girlfriend" bc he's annoying like that 😞
he can ALWAYS tell when something is wrong. a clench of your jaw or a slight falter in your eyes, he immediately knows. he'll ask about it as soon as he picks up on it. he's surprisingly very good at comforting. he'll listen as long as you need him to, he'll give you a temple kiss, a gesture that quickly became a sign of love and understanding in your relationship. he'll kiss you on one, then the other, and add "to ease your mind." and you laugh because it's corny, and he rolls his eyes and claims he's never doing a nice thing for you again, but he grabs your hand to take you out to eat because he knows food is the best comfort.
just thinkin' bout when baji keisuke finally kisses u and it feels like ‘snakelike (the stars collide) – whatsaheart’ [i have put timestamps so u know what part of the song i imagine this to hehe]
summary: fem!reader x final timeline!baji, friends-to-lovers, lil yearning sprinkled with fluff
character mentions: baji's mum ryoko!!!!!, hina and takemichi, emma, mikey, yuzuha, senju, draken and chifuyu
⚠︎ content: kissing (duh - sfw tho), cussing (reader says cunt), alcohol consumption (nothing bad), speeding mentioned near the ending. this is also my first time doing this so if i missed anything pls let me know ♡
word count: 5.5k
pt 2: here
You knew having multiple small messages from Keisuke Baji could mean one of two things: something pissed him off or someone pissed him off.
Baji’s past coping mechanisms also weren’t stranger to you, realising that after his eighteenth birthday that he may not get off so easily. So, instead of punching a stranger in the face or setting cars on fire, he opted for small time texting rants – a habit he picked up from you.
But for some odd reason, whether it was the entertainment from his micro-rage or simply that he thought something you did was helpful and not ‘that TikTok shit’, you couldn’t help but feel a little special that the Keisuke Baji would always break his ever-so-tough exterior around you. You must’ve been oblivious to your connection as your friends started to notice it more, and like a timed notification, Baji’s Wednesday evening rant lit up your phone hinting the same, repeated prelude titled ‘the idiot professor”.
keisuke: [y/n] [20:38]
keisuke: This professor [20:38]
keisuke: Wouldn’t be able to tell a fuckin dog or cat apart [20:39]
keisuke: He’s as dense as Takemichi [20:44]
keisuke: I don’t even know why I keep doing this shit [20:45]
“Is that Baji again, [y/n]?” Takemichi snickered, tapping his chopsticks at you, completely unaware Baji had just smoked him.
“Mhm. And, apparently, his teacher is as dense as you, Takemichi” you said proudly, wiggling your eyebrows.
“Hey!” Takemichi awkwardly retorted. A blush of embarrassment slowly crept up his face as you and Hina couldn’t help but laugh at his deflation. She offered a chuckled “aw, Takemichi!” as she kissed his cheek and listed all the things he wasn’t ‘dense’ at. Seeing Hina and Takemichi together was cute and from observation, Hina knew all the right things to say or do for Takemichi to feel reassured about his new label. You couldn’t help but smile at the two of them, wondering about the feeling of having someone who knew you that well. The type of someone who knew exactly what to say or do give you reassurance in your time of insecurity, no matter how big or small it was.
You were mid swig of your drink when what you would consider your most deranged thought stormed your mind, and you could have sworn the same embarrassment flushed your face as Takemichi’s — is this how Baji felt when you’d console him during his texting rants?
Your cozy, little fantasy was interrupted when a sudden drop in temperature jolted you back to reality. You shook your head, hoping the diabolical thoughts that just plagued your mind were metaphorically flying out of you. Thankfully, Hina and Takemichi’s attention were still on each other, otherwise you wouldn’t have heard the last of it – especially if Mikey found out the reason why. Mikey theoretically finding out overthrew your thoughts, now being cruelly reminded of the reason you were with Hina and Takemichi in the first place – the reason for your own texting rants – stupid fucking boys. You were honestly convinced you had ‘fuck me over, please 😍’ written on your forehead due to your track record.
Although Baji was usually host to your failed situationship rants, Hina was the first one you messaged this time, mostly because you were not in the mood for Baji’s predictable response. From the amount of times you had heard it, you could recite the messages word-by-word like the finale of your favourite tv show.
keisuke: Like I always say
keisuke: It’s your fault you go for dumbasses
keisuke: You give too much
keisuke: Stop letting people take advantage of that. Your too good for it
You could have scolded Baji each time for the improper use of ‘you’re’ and ‘your’ but the sincerity that came from his way of words always stopped you from doing so. Your body felt warm again, unsure if it was because of the alcohol or because you recalled the one rare time Baji followed up his ‘I told you so’ tale:
keisuke: Funny you also think I’d actually let you end up with someone like that
keisuke: I’d kick his ass
keisuke: Idiot
You learnt early on in your friendship that Baji’s ultimate term of endearment was an insult. He usually never led or followed his bluntness with reasoning but always made a conscious effort to soften his approach with you. It was this side of Keisuke Baji that you couldn’t shake out of your head, even if you tried to convince yourself you already did.
“Don’t worry about him, [y/n]! Takemichi should know he can never win against us” she giggled with her signature closed-eye smile.
The rest of your third-wheel dinner was filled with topics of old memories and upcoming events, and mid-sentence discussing the couple’s wedding plans, Takemichi started hiccupping which was an indicator that it was time to call it a night. You walked outside after Hina sneakily paid your bill as a treat for your recent misfortune, and although the weather was warming up again, the coolness in the air made you feel sober. You bid the pair farewell, only to see poor Hina holding Takemichi upright so he could attempt to walk in a straight line. You pulled out your phone to take a quick photo, knowing you would send to her later.
The time lit up your lock screen. Shit. It was later than you thought, and you weren’t keen on succumbing to Baji for a ride home considering the state your imagination was in. You reached for your phone again after the sound of buzzing fillied the atmosphere, only to realise that it wasn’t your phone making the noise. The rumbling got louder, knowing that whatever was coming your way was getting closer and just like a manifestation, Baji’s bike rounded the street corner.
He pulled up directly in front of you, flashing his signature smirk accompanied by the canines he inherited from his mother. You could have sworn the amount of heat waves Baji caused for you tonight were going to make your feel sick, not helping that he dawned his signature oversized-black-tee-baggy-jeans look with a few chains – aka your favourite look of his that was completely inappropriate for someone who rode a motorbike.
“Are you serious…” you looked at him confused.
“Checked your location. Knew you’d need a ride. Get on” Baji was still smirking, looking down at his feet.
“The intonation makes it out of the text messages, huh?” you snickered as he handed you the helmet he should’ve been wearing, surprised that Baji hadn’t asked you the definition of intonation which meant he must have been paying attention in class. The weight of the helmet caused your shoulder to dip. You had ridden with Baji before but never remembered his stupid helmet being this heavy. Why was everything feeling so exaggerated right now?
“Why is this so heavy? And why is your head so big? I’m being swallowed in this thing” you went to tighten the strap, but Baji beat you to it.
“If I tell you it’s ‘giving cute biker girl’, will you shut up?” he looked you in the eyes and tapped the helmet.
Oh boy. You really had to try and convince yourself you weren’t taken-aback by Baji’s choice of words, thankful you could hide inside his helmet so he wouldn’t be audience to the same flushed look you spawned not too long ago, alongside the butterflies that began to stir in your stomach.
“Gotta stop by my place before I take you home, that okay?”
“Your place is the complete opposite way. that’s just wasting—”
“You can just say you don’t want a ride home” he teased, raising his eyebrows. You huffed in response, knowing you couldn’t argue your way out.
The streetlamps looked like neon strobe lights because of how fast Baji was going but the illumination defined the most striking angles on his face. Every time Baji rode his bike, you noticed his eyes glistened brighter than any light you had seen but his face was always juxtaposed by waves of deep concentration. Baji felt your stare exuding from his helmet, making sure not to say or do anything that would shock you out of the way you were holding onto him. He pulled into his apartment complex, only for both of you to see Ryoko peeking out the window, meaning she must’ve recognised the sound of his bike too.
“Come up. Ma hasn’t seen you in a while” he said while taking the helmet off your head, laughing at the sudden helmet hair left behind. Realising the root of his laughter, you panicked looking into the small mirror affixed to the bike.
“But I’ve been drinking and probably look a mess!”
“Shut up, idiot. You look fine” Baji reassured you as he started smoothing your hair down. You weren’t sure if Ryoko was still watching from the window but right now all you could focus on was Baji. He stared back at you with the same glisten in his eyes when he rode, holding the tips of your hair in his hands, only for you to pull back when you realised what was happening.
“I-I hope you know I also only agreed because that little, sweet, angel cat might be here”
“Oh, yeah? What makes you think he wants to meet you anyway?”
“Because you bought a ‘cute biker girl’ home” Baji laughed loudly and shook his head, and you swore you heard the exact same reaction come from the upstairs window.
You both shuffled through the stairwell only to be hit with a wave of nostalgia from the marks on the door. You could recount the story behind each one – the slightly bowed hinge from when he locked himself out and had to break in, the massive scratch from when you carried each other drunkenly up the stairs and fell into the corner, the paint chips on the right side from throwing your phone at Baji and hitting the door instead because he reminded you your anime crush “isn’t even real”. He watched you intently as he turned the keys in the lock.
“This one’s my favourite” Baji pointed at the dinted door number, the memory of you begging him not to take his anger out on the last asshole that broke your heart, opting to punch the door instead. You chuckled at the recollection, remembering Baji threatening that he could set just one more car on fire. Before you could respond, Ryoko swung the door open.
“Well, if it isn’t, [y/n]” pulling you into a small embrace while Baji mumbled some profanity, squeezing through the door behind you.
“Ryoko-san! It’s so good to see you!”
“I hope my son has been treating you well” Ryoko cheekily smiled at you, backhanding Baji for his little outbursrt.
“Uhhh, h-he has!” you stood up straight, the words getting caught in your throat.
“Oh my god, Ma. Stop being weird!”
There was no telling that Baji was Ryoko’s son as the two began arguing back and forth in the exact same manor, strangely making you feel at home. Feelings of familiarity seeped through your body, causing it to flush warm again while you examined the living room and identical to the restaurant, you were shocked back to reality once you saw it – a framed picture of you and Baji from your high school graduation, situated right in the middle of Ryoko’s family photos. Your eyes widened and the words in the room became less like tv static.
“Okay. Yes. Sorry. You’re the boss” Baji paused between every single-syllable word, walking to his room like a dog with a tail between their legs. You were left alone with Ryoko and her post-argument muttering while she took a sip of her drink, wanting to pick up a conversation with her but based on the potential of her seeing you and her son outside earlier you were not sure of what to say.
“Alright, Ma, we’re going. Be back soon” Baji appeared back in the living room, saving you from what could have been the most awkward conversation of your life.
“Uh-huh. Bye [y/n]!” she sing-songed as you waved her goodbye.
The ride between Baji’s and your place was silent. A comfortable silent. The type of silent recognisable between a long-term couple. You felt guilty knowing Baji had to go halfway across town, but you couldn’t help the desire of wanting your time together to last longer than it needed to. Baji pulled up in-front of your apartment block and sadly, for the final time tonight, your body’s heatwave was interrupted by a now still night.
“Thanks, Keisuke” you jumped off the back of his bike, handing the helmet back.
“It’s nothing. Rather take you home myself and know you’re safe” he looked down, kicking the ground. You were a little stunned by his comment, standing with your hands in your pockets, wide-eyed like you had just been reprimanded. Baji cringed at himself, knowing what he said must have sounded a little sappy, but when he looked up all he could see was the way your eyes glittered at him.
“Here” he reached into his pocket and handed you a small sheet of painkillers and nausea tablets. You were now one hundred percent certain that it wasn’t the alcohol making you feel dizzy.
“Now get inside before you catch a cold... idiot” Baji pinched your nose, softly smiling.
You found it hard to walk away this time, your body wanting to push the boundaries of your friendship, but your mind was reminding you of the consequences if he didn’t feel the same way. You walked away as Baji kept watch until you walked inside. It was nearing midnight and knew you should have been responsible and in bed an hour ago. You dragged yourself into the shower, knowing you’d thank yourself in the morning.
The smell of your body wash wafted beyond your shower, melting comfort into your sweat shorts and baggy tee to match the mood, soon realising the shirt you chose was actually one you stole from Baji weeks ago. The thought of you sleeping in his shirt besotted you, catching yourself smiling only because of the texts that suddenly popped up on your phone.
keisuke: Make sure you take those before you go to sleep [23:57]
keisuke: And drink water when you wake up [23:57]
keisuke: I’m not bringing you anything else tomorrow [23:59]
By the time it took you to get ready for bed, Baji had arrived home hoping that his mother was dead asleep so he wouldn’t have to deal with any of her slightly intoxicated nonsense. He entered the apartment and like you, smiled from the texts on his phone only to realise his reaction when Ryoko snickered from the living room.
“Tch. Why’re you even still up?” he asked annoyedly, kicking off his boots.
“What? A mother can’t wait up for her son?” Ryoko took a sip of the drink she poured. Baji was now convinced his mother’s eyebrows stayed in one position from the number of times he’d seen them that way tonight. He rolled his eyes, b-lining towards the shower before she could say anything else but, unlucky for him, she was too quick.
“I’ve always liked her. Bring her here more” she kept her eyes on the television.
“I can’t just force—”
“I didn’t say force” she paused. “I think you’d be surprised how easy it would be if you just asked”
“Yeah, yeah. Night Ma” Baji blushed hard at his mother’s suggestion.
“Hey. I just want the best for you, okay?” Ryoko trailed off, hanging over the back of the lounge, now facing her son.
“I know” he stood still looking away from her, knowing exactly what she was referring to.
——————
The remainder of your week was rather busy. Between work meetings and seeing the girls in your friendship circle, you barely had time to keep in touch with Baji, except for the occasional pictures of Peke J he would send to you – your favourite one being Peke J cuddled up next to him in his hoodie while playing the game.
Whether it was seeing Yuzuha after her recent trip to Europe with Hakkai, helping Emma shop for her baby or joining Senju for an early workout, each one caught you smiling at your phone. They all questioned you similarly to Takemichi, but you were quick enough to use your date for the weekend as an excuse for your behaviour. Your Saturday date night came around and as you were getting ready, you found yourself sprawled out on your bed nearing 8pm in a last-minute panic spam FaceTime-ing Baji.
“Hey, once sec. I’m just finishing this last game” he spat between ranting to whoever he was playing with on the mic.
“Keisuke, please. I’m stressed. My hair is ugly; my makeup sucks and I hate my outfit–”
“Okay, okay, okay. Stop” the spamming of his controller stopped as he turned off the game to put his full attention on you. You were caught off guard by how good Baji looked right now, hair pulled back into a loose bun and muscles slightly bulging from the workout his fingers must have endured. You knew you were burning eyes through his head right now, or arms for that matter, hoping that you had become a better liar over the years in case he asked if your connection was bad or worse – if you were in love with him.
“Oi, idiot, you there? Just remember, you called me” his voice sounded slightly grumbly.
“Yes, yes, I’m here. Sorry! I’m just feeling a little overwhelmed…” you said shyly, sitting up on your bed, affixing your sticky phone case to the mirror.
“You’ll be fine. You just tend to overthink. And, when you overthink, you overshare. Trust me, I know” he should have known he would have to deliver his famous pep talk.
“Okay, you’re not helping here! And don’t give me that bullshit ‘just be yourself’ line” you started pacing.
“Even if it’s true, wasn’t planning on it. Just don’t give away everything. I know you’re trusting and all but there’s a part of you that’s eventually going to be special only for one person” the latter of the sentence sounding like a whisper, like he was nervous to say it.
Uh oh. There was that warm feeling in your stomach again. For someone who occasionally matched Takemichi’s alleged density, Baji’s emotional intelligence was incomparable. You knew you had to come up with something sassy immediately before your mind got carried away again.
“Aw, Keisuke! You’re so nice! You must really care about me!” you said in a sarcastic tone, poking your tongue out.
“I don’t. Also, your jeans don’t go with that sweater. Put that skirt on” he pointed to the skirt thrown onto the corner of your bed. You picked it up and moved from camera view, completely unaware that Baji specifically chose your outfit combination because it was his favourite on you. You walked back into view and Baji couldn’t help but stare down the barrel of the camera, watching your face concentrate on the way your skirt flared around your thighs and how the bunching of your sweater fit perfectly on top of it.
He swore his heart was going to jump out of his chest, pretending that you were sporting this exact outfit for him. Baji wanted to tell you were beautiful and that no one else deserved to have you put this much effort into how you look. He wanted to be the one to show you how perfect you were, whether it be this outfit or your stupid helmet hair.
“Okay, you were definitely right. Skirt it is. You should be my personal stylist from now on” you pouted in the mirror, posing all angles of your outfit because you actually felt pretty. Baji gave you the same soft smile from a few nights ago, seeing you completely comfortable before him, really considering sabotaging your date by telling you to go out with him instead.
“I’m always right. Get going before you’re late” he eyed to your favourite bag, the one that went with everything with little hanging charms attached.
“Thankyouthankyouthankyou! I don’t know what I’d do without you” you waved him goodbye and hung up the phone. You couldn’t shake the weird feeling in your mind going to meet your date. You felt guilty; like you were betraying Baji by doing this but why did it also make you feel so hypocritical knowing that you were absolutely devastated that he didn’t even try to tell you not to go?
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Baji sat at home, playing solo rounds with no success, trying not to kick himself at the fact he let you go on another date with some asshole who didn’t deserve you. After losing another round, he angrily threw his headset off and ran his hands over his face. He groaned into the back of his chair before his phone began flashing, jumping up as soon your ringtone contrasted the dullness of his room not even an hour into your date, letting it ring three times before answering.
“Hey, you o–?”
“Keisuke. Can you come and get me, please?” you were sobbing hard into the phone.
“I don’t want to talk about it right now. I just–”
“Stop. Just stay where you are, okay?”
“Okay…” you said quietly, although it sounded more like defeat.
You sat outside at a bus stop, still crying from what had occurred in the last hour and thirty minutes, hoping that the familiar rumble would aerate your eardrums soon. You swore you were like those videos with no hashtags that appeared on your feed, the recognisable sound approaching, only to look up at Baji suddenly pulling up next to you.
“Hi” you sniffled, wiping your nose on your sweater.
Baji bounded over, basically pushing his bike away and pulled you into him. His inner voice convinced him to hold you tightly for reassurance but as soon as you fell into him, you became the most soft and delicate flower who would lose their petals if handled too roughly.
“Heyheyhey… what happened, huh?” he asked softly, one hand on your shoulder and the other picking your chin up.
“I don’t know. Just another cunt, I guess” you scowled. Baji could tell you were entering the anger phase by your choice of insult, almost proud at the fact he had finally rubbed off on you one way or another.
“Okay. Let’s go. I’ll take you for a treat and we’ll go for a walk, yeah?” he kept the soft tone, pulling you up by your hands.
“Yes, please”
For the second time that week, found yourself on the back of Baji’s bike, encouraging you to get all your anger out by holding onto him as tight as you could due to the lack of helmets, making you smile at his attempt to fix the shitty situation you were left in.
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“Held up my end of the deal, now what happened?” Baji asked, his signature raspy voice replacing the former softness.
“Do I have to?” you groaned. Baji nodded in response, disposing his empty cup and popping the worn wooden spoon in his mouth. You started moving your spoon around the small cup in your hands, trying your best to stall the conversation. Right on queue, Baji noticed your nervousness and sat you down, making sure you felt comfortable to continue.
“Well… let’s just say he didn’t really want to know me, y’know? I don’t even know if that makes sense. It’s just… he didn’t even try to care about anything I said but always had something to say about it” Baji’s body language visibly tensed, fist closing and jaw clenching, instantly regretting not telling you what he wanted on the phone.
“Even when we found something in common, he would patronise and interrogate me to see if I was a ‘fake fan’ or whatever. Made assumptions about me based on my friends and my job. Oh, and don’t even get me started when he tried to ask why I was still single; he already came up with 5 different reasons why before I could even think.”
The tenseness in Baji’s body language lessened as he kept listening to you, intently taking in everything coming out of your mouth, not wanting you to waste any more feelings on this guy. Baji might have been irrational and brash, but his emotional intelligence was unmatched. You quietened down once you noticed Baji’s demeanour, taking note of the care he held for you radiating through his eyes. It relaxed you, and you could feel yourself being magnetised towards him.
“Wanna know what the worst part was? He tried to tell me that my skirt didn’t go with my sweater” you both laughed a little, realising Baji’s intention was to help you see how stupid this guy was.
“Still… I’m just a little mad that I let anyone, let alone a man, speak to me like that. I just don’t understand how some people can just be like that…” you paused before you continued.
“Y’know… It would just be easier if everyone was like you” you said cautiously, both of you completely oblivious to the fact that Baji had edged closer between your legs.
“Me?”
“Yeah, you. Who else am I talking to?” you turned your head away knowing you couldn’t dare look up at him right now. He paused, hesitated almost, eyes trailing to your lips knowing you were about to sigh, reading you easily like quoting his favourite movie.
“You just…” you tilted your head down. “You just... get me”
Your last encounter with similar words flooded your head, now recounting every time it was Baji that said or did that one thing to shift your mood. You always thought that you might’ve played that role for him but the someone you wanted to know you that well was playing his part the entire time. You immediately felt stupid to not have seen it so clearly, now wishing you had actually believed Draken when he said you were the one who softened Keisuke Baji years ago. You were snapped out of the familiar fantasy by the drop in semitone of Baji’s voice, and like a murder confession only to be heard by you, he broke the silence.
“Yeah? Well... let me make it easier for you then” and this time, he didn’t hesitate.
[0:46] All in one motion, Baji gripped the back of your neck pulling you in, fingers glazing your hairline while the other was glued to your hip. He kissed you, and it wasn’t an innocent first kiss shared by a new couple – it was desperate and loaded with years of yearning. You relaxed into him, scrunching the oversized white tee in front of you, indulging in whatever addicting sensation trickled from Baji’s touch. You were caught by surprise as his tongue swiped your bottom lip, causing you to open your mouth, allowing him to intensify his desire.
[0:57] Baji could barely breathe before your fingers tangled through his hair, desperately pulling him back in. Both his hands moved to the back of your neck, mirroring the desire of holding you closer, intensifying your kiss. Being so close to Baji radiated heat from sensory points you didn’t even know existed, becoming overwhelmingly romantic, like heavy rain overflowing in a small puddle. Instinctively, you pulled Baji’s bottom lip through your teeth, finally separating from each other.
[1:07] You created the perfect space for Baji to slide his hands to your face, finding solace on your cheeks. The roughness of his fingertips made your head spin because of how contradictory his gaze was. He pulled you back in, placing two of the most tender pecks on your lips, tilting your head up to give you the third as his thumbs stroked the apples of your cheeks.
[1:18] Baji finally pulled away and you missed how close he was, snaking your hands on top of his to relieve the feeling. He intertwined your fingers, regaining some of his warmth as he rewarded the little gesture by peppering your knuckles with kisses. You observed every single movement he made until it led you to his eyes, realising that the look he was giving you was full of love albeit being one you were very familiar to. The moment felt raw, blissful that you finally didn’t have something to hide behind, breaking down the last bit of vulnerability between you and Baji.
He took his hands from yours and ran his thumb over your lips. You felt that comfortable silence once again, knowing exactly what Baji was saying just by his expression. You were entranced by him, now understanding why you always seemed to prefer brown eyes over any other. The outside world kept moving around you but only you and him existed in a moment that felt like an eternity and if this wasn’t proof of your connection, then you were convinced that the world was lying to you.
“I need you to know… I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time”
“Me too” you whispered, caging him from escaping the spot between your legs. Baji’s hand reached for your face again, familiarly caressing your cheek while he placed a kiss on the other. For someone who didn’t often dwell in relationships, you began to wonder if he had been reading some of Chifuyu’s shoujos by how romantic he actually was. Your phone lit up in from your bag, drawing Baji’s attention to the time.
“C’mon, it’s time I took you home”
You pouted at him, and you saw his heart shatter into a million pieces from your reaction.
“Don’t give me that. We’ve got plenty of time to do this all again, yeah?” he pinched your cheek, physically feeling the smile appear on your face again while you nodded.
You both savoured the slow walk back to his bike, casually sparing each other love-struck glances like a couple in their honeymoon phase. The ride to your place was weirdly comforting, supposing it was from the way holding onto Baji felt now, realising you would have to remind yourself that after tonight the dynamic between you would blossom into something you had always dreamed of. Baji pulled up in front of your place, waiting quietly while you hopped off his back seat. As soon as you hit the pavement, he grabbed your hand, swiping his thumb across your knuckles and locked eyes with you, dragging you in for another kiss.
“Go inside. No catching colds, remember?” he flickered between your eyes and lips.
“Already itching to get rid of me, huh?”
“Never. Not in a million years” usually he would cringe at himself for saying something like that out loud but after your reaction, he would repeat it again and again like your favourite song. You hummed contently, indulging in Baji’s presence, holding you closely before giving you one last kiss.
“Let me know when you get home, okay?” you held his face in your palm before walking away.
“Of course,” he stayed put, making sure you were inside before he left. The adrenaline ran through Baji’s body from finally sharing his most cherished moment with you, making his ride home feel as if he was excessively speeding. He spared no time reaching for his phone to message you once he arrived home, slowly trudging up the staircase as he watched the screen for the three bubbles on the other side.
keisuke: Just got home [00:09]
keisuke: You better be asleep [00:09]
you: kinda hard [00:10]
you: mind racing [00:10]
you: heart beating fast [00:11]
you: lol [00:11]
keisuke: Cute [00:11]
keisuke: Me too [00:12]
keisuke: Now go to bed [00:12]
keisuke: Idiot [00:12]
you: hehe [00:13]
you: night 🖤 [00:13]
Baji walked through the door, gushing at the messages he received, similarly to the scene that unfolded earlier in the week. Ryoko looked up, surprised why he hadn’t greeted her upon walking inside until she saw the look on her son’s face, immediately putting two-and-two together.
“Why’s your face like that?” she asked slyly, brows in the same position as the other night.
Shit. Baji knew exactly what she was referring to, trying not to turn his head too quickly in case he gave himself whiplash – although it could’ve sold his lie a little better.
“Wind was cold on the way back. Makes my face red” he turned away from her, taking off his boots, completely flustered at how she picked up his awkwardness.
“Uh-huh, because there’s soooo much wind right now” she pointed to the open window with no one’s surprise – zero wind.
Baji rolled his eyes, “Whatever. I’m goin’ to sleep”
“You think I’m an idiot, Keisuke? I know when something is going on with you. And don’t think I didn’t know who you ran out of the house for within a minute of taking that phone call! I birthed you, idiot. I know you better than anyone else” she stressed, the scowl on her face more scary than usual, being paired with a cheeky glint in her eye.
Baji huffed before closing the door behind him.
“Anyone else, huh?”
a/n: shout out to @neeeooon for checking my work + being my number 1 hype woman, ur the best!
first header photo cred: @ooooniginigi (on twitter)
I'm not even gonna lie, after i saw this panel, I COULD NOT STOP THINKING ABOUT BAJI, BRO LOOKKKK
HE PICKED THAT THANG UPPP, w one hand is crazyyy.
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"Remind me why we're here again, Kei?" you asked, stifling a yawn in mid-sentence.
Baji rolled his eyes for what seemed like the billionth time. "I already told you, Y/N, Mom wanted me to run out and get some groceries."
"Ah, I remember now. But, last time I checked, that sounded like a YOU problem," you retorted, causing him to frown.
"You know, you should really stop being an ass," he commented, picking up some fresh vegetables and placing them in the shopping basket.
"Huh, you literally dragged me out of bed in the middle of the day to come with you! I was sleeping! You're the ass," you whispered, trying to keep your voice down as a few shoppers glanced your way.
"Tch, whatever. I didn't want to come here on my own. It's more fun with you," he pouted, his tone softening.
Feeling a pang of guilt almost instantly, you wrapped your hands around his arm. "Aww, look at you being adorable," you teased, your voice laced with affection.
His face flushed a light pink, and he mumbled, "You're so corny." Despite his words, he pulled you closer to him, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
As you both continued through the aisles, you noticed how he carefully selected each item, making sure to get exactly what his mom needed. There was something endearing about his dedication, even if it was just for a simple grocery run.
Eventually, you made your way to the checkout counter. The cashier scanned the items while you and Baji exchanged playful glances and whispered jokes. When everything was bagged up and paid for, the two of you headed towards the exit, arms full of grocery bags.
Stepping outside, you both breathed in the fresh air. "Finally," you sighed, feeling the warmth of the sun on your face.
As you walked, you suddenly noticed that Baji was still carrying the shopping basket. "Uh, Kei, we still have the basket."
He looked down and groaned. "Fuck me. I'll take it back. You wait here."
You nodded, watching as he turned back towards the store. Leaning against a building, you pulled out your phone to pass the time. Moments later, a group of kids your age approached, their eyes lighting up with recognition.
"Hey, isn't that Baji's girlfriend?" one of them sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.
Before you could respond, they started crowding around you, their taunts growing bolder. "What's it like dating a thug?" one asked, while another added, "Bet he drags you into all kinds of trouble."
"Fuck off," you snapped, trying to keep your voice steady. "You don't know anything about us."
"Oh, feisty," one of them laughed, stepping closer. "Let's see how you are without your boyfriend around."
Just as you were about to defend yourself, Baji was back, his eyes blazing with fury. In an instant, he was on them, fists flying with brutal precision. They didn't stand a chance. They were on the ground, groaning in pain, before they even knew what hit them.
Breathing heavily, Baji finally stepped back, his knuckles bloodied. He turned to you, his expression a mix of rage and regret. "Let's go," he said, his voice tight.
The walk back to his house was silent. You could feel the tension radiating off him, his usually confident stride stiff with anger. When you arrived, he handed the groceries to his mom without a word and headed straight to his room. You followed, closing the door behind you.
Inside, Baji sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his hands. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "I shouldn't have let that happen."
"It's not your fault," you said softly, sitting next to him. "They were out of line."
He shook his head, his jaw clenched. "I dragged you out there. I should've protected you."
You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "I'm not hurt, Kei. I'm right here."
Baji pulled you closer, almost onto his lap, his eyes dark with a mix of emotions. Without another word, he captured your lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. His anger from earlier seemed to fuel the intensity, his lips pressing hard against yours as his hands threaded into your hair, pulling you even closer. You could feel the tension in his body, the way his fingers tugged at your hair, sending shivers down your spine.
You moaned into the kiss, your hands clutching at his shirt as you tried to keep up with his fervor. His hands roamed your body, one sliding down to your waist while the other moved to grope your chest, making you gasp. The sound seemed to encourage him, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with possessive fervor.
Finally, he broke the kiss, both of you panting for breath. His dark eyes locked onto yours, his voice low and husky as he spoke. "I'm going to mark you, Y/N. So everyone knows you belong to me."
Before you could respond, he leaned in and sank his teeth into your neck, the sharp sensation making you yelp. He soothed the sting with his tongue, trailing kisses along your neck and shoulder, leaving a trail of love marks in his wake. You bit your lip, trying to stifle your moans, knowing his mom was just downstairs.
"Kei," you whispered, your voice trembling with both pleasure and concern. "Your mom..."
"Shh," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and heavy. "Just try to be quiet."
His lips moved from your neck to your collarbone, his breath hot against your skin. "Y/N," he murmured, his voice rough with desire, "I can't get enough of you."
You shifted slightly on his lap, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the movement only made you more aware of how hard he was. A soft moan escaped your lips before you could stop it, causing Baji to pause and look up at you, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"What's wrong?" he teased, his hands sliding under your shirt to caress your bare skin. "Does it feel good?"
You nodded, closing your eyes, surrendering to the sensations. Baji's hands slid lower, tracing the waistband of your jeans before slipping inside, his fingers brushing against your wet folds, before finally pushing them inside your tight cunt. You gasped, your hips bucking involuntarily, and he took that as encouragement, his fingers moving with deliberate, torturous slowness.
"Kei," you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please…"
He groaned softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "I love hearing you beg," he murmured, his fingers picking up speed, his thumb circling your clit with just the right amount of pressure. "You're so beautiful when you're desperate for me."
--ALRIGHT THATS ENOUGH, I'll probably make a part 2 and continue this bcs I like where this went ngl, let me know if yall liked it --
