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[glitching-time-bomb]

How would the UF, HT(if you right for both of them), and US Bro's deal with an s/o who's really touched starved anc tends to follow them around like a lost puppy/duckling?

UF, US, and HT Brothers' with a Touch Starved S/O

Underfell:

Edge:

Please be patient with him... Edge isn't exactly someone who's accustomed to physical touch being seen as a positive thing

In his underground, the most "affection" given out was typically some kind of fight or something similar as to avoid being seen as weak

But as soon as you're able to convince him that touch doesn't have to be violent, that it doesn't make him weak for accepting and giving it, he makes it his number one goal to give you every bit of affection you want

You want to hold hands? He'll do it. You want to cuddle with him? He'll scoop you up and carry you around with him as he goes about his day, because we all know he isn't the type to sit still for long

While he may be a tad bit reluctant to do anything in public (again, everything in the underground taught him it was a good way to make both of you seem like an easy target) he'll still try to slowly warm up to the idea of holding your hand while out on your daily errands

Red:

Just like every other monster who was raised in the underground, Red is reasonably wary about touch

He's easier to convince than his brother, and as soon as it clicks in his mind that it means he gets to be close to you, he's never going to leave you be

It isn't uncommon for him to hug you from behind while you're going about your day, whether it be chores or otherwise, and you can feel the way he sags against you

Most people wouldn't expect skeletons to weigh all that much, but oh boy is he heavy when he does that. It's usually enough to make you have to stop what you're doing to pry him off of you

Red will usually snag you by the wrist or something to pull you onto the couch while he's lazing about for cuddles - even if he says he's doing it for you more than for him

Out of all of the boys on this list, he's the most smug when it comes to PDA and will show you off to anyone he can

Underswap

Blue:

This poor skeleton never, and I mean never, sits down for more than a few minutes at a time during the day, so good luck convincing him to stay for cuddles

That said, he is all for giving you the affection you're clearly starved for. It doesn't matter if he's busy or if you're both out and about doing things together

He's the type to give you little skeleton kisses all throughout the day, any time and any place

As for you following him around like a lost puppy, Blue would probably think it's the most endearing thing in the world

Even if he's doing things for the royal guard after the monsters have been freed from the underground, he'll always find a way to involve you somehow so you don't feel so awkward just kinda... standing about

After all, the more time he gets to spend with you, the better

Stretch:

Oh boy are you in for a ride, because he's in the exact same boat

While he might be a little too lazy to actually follow you around everywhere you go, he's one of the most affectionate skeles yet

He likes to drag you to the most random places for the two of you to cuddle and nap at, it doesn't matter where

More often than not, he'll be touching you in some way - whether it be by holding hands, linking arms, or even one of his hands on your knee while the two of you sit together

Stretch can and will throw himself on top of you to cuddle if he ever sees you laying down on the couch or bed on the rare chance that he isn't there first

Horrortale

Skull:

Don't get me wrong, Skull is another one of the skeles who would be thrilled to give you all of the affection you could ever wish for and more

It's just that he's afraid of hurting you in some way. He's always seen humans as fragile, no matter how true or not that might be, and ever since his head was messed up, he has a hard time gauging just how much strength he's using

It's because of that that he'd most likely have you be the one to initiate cuddling or affection. He'll say that he doesn't care when or why, and if he isn't up to it at any time, he'll let you know

It takes him a long while to trust himself to ever initiate anything without the fear of accidentally breaking you, but when he does, you'd better bet he's hooked for life

As for you following him around while he goes about his day, he might be a little bit worried that something he's doing is making you anxious, and that will make him anxious in turn

He'll more than likely turn around to look at you every few minutes to check in and make sure that everything is okay

Sweets:

Like most of other monsters who managed to survive the famine, Sweets's body is kind of twisted. He knows that he tends to tower over basically every human he's met, he knows that his bones are just a little bit more pointy than they once used to be, and he's afraid of hurting you just like Skull is

Of course, that doesn't change the fact that he would do anything and everything to keep you happy

He'll get used to just... scooping you up and carrying you around with him. It doesn't matter if he's in the middle of doing something like gardening or cooking, though it isn't uncommon for him to set you down on the counter or something similar so he can have both of his hands free

Even if he has a hard time sitting still or relaxing, it's easy to calm both of you down when he lets you sit in his lap while he plays with your hair/gives you a scalp massage

He might even joke about getting a wig, saying that he's always wanted hair

[mbruben-stein]

Tokyo Revengers SFW Alphabet: Keisuke Baji.

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.

[morozyakw]

No flirting with the Radio Demon

Disclaimer: This is a tickle fic! Ignore it if you don't like that sort of thing.

Summary: Angel Dust overdoes it with alcohol and Alastor becomes the object of his flirtations. Only the consequences are... unfavorable.

TW: Mildly intense tickling, mentions of cannibalism, alcohol, maybe bad english

Enjoy reading!

A dark night fell upon the restless streets of Hell.

The only source of light in the lobby was a small candle, illuminating the figure of a certain cat. Husk was enjoying the silence, his eyes slightly closed. The bartender was quite tired after the long day, so all he wanted was a good sleep. The former Overlord took a swig of alcohol straight from the bottle, grimaced in displeasure (the taste turned out to be rather weak), and slammed it onto the counter with a loud clank. The hotel was dead silent, save for the sound of rain outside. It seemed like nothing could disturb this peace...

BANG!

Poor Husk nearly jumped out of his skin but calmed down when he saw Angel, who had slammed the front door behind him. The porn star looked utterly exhausted—his shoulders slightly slumped, weariness in his eyes, and a fresh bruise on his face. Still, the spider had learned to trust Husk, so he didn’t bother hiding his true emotions around the bartender.

"Pour me the strongest shit you got, Whiskers," - Angel muttered, clumsily dropping onto a barstool. - "I wanna get shitfaced."

Husk slid a glass toward him with a grim expression, his face betraying restrained concern.

"Trouble at work?" - he asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Valentino… That bastard was extra cruel today." - Angel dramatically leaned back in his chair and downed the whiskey in one go.

A comfortable silence settled between them.

"Good evening, my friends!"

A voice distorted by radio static echoed from the dark corner, making both sinners jump in surprise. Angel was the first to snap out of it.

"The fuck, Smiles? You tryin’ to give me a heart attack?!" - the spider spat as Alastor stepped out of the shadows and casually took a seat at the bar.

"Husk, a glass of water, if you’d be so kind," - the Overlord requested, cheerfully ignoring Angel’s remark.

"Just water? The hell, seriously?" - Husk grumbled but poured the water anyway, sliding it toward the cannibal. He knew damn well the Radio Demon was only here for his own amusement.

Angel, oblivious to the tension between them, kept drowning himself in whiskey. And we all know how alcohol affects people—even if those people are technically dead and trapped in Hell... His tongue loosened, his actions grew reckless.So reckless, in fact, that the spider found it hilarious to start flirting with one of Hell’s most dangerous Overlords. Guess that’s what years under Valentino’s "care" did to him—flirting with damn near anything that moved.

"Oh, Al~, lookin' so damn hot tonight... Wanna sneak off to my room?" - Angel leaned into Alastor's space, batting his eyelashes with exaggerated flair.

"I think I'll refuse, my effeminate friend," -Alastor replied in a singsong voice—though his smile grew strained, eyes flashing with quiet annoyance. Naturally, this only egged the spider on. Where others saw danger, Angel saw a game.

"C'mon, Smiles, don't play hard to get~"

He reached toward the Radio Demon, essentially signing his own death warrant. But before he could make contact, the deer demon melted into the shadows, reappearing behind him in an instant.

"I'd advise you to measure your words carefully, Angel."

The Overlord's voice crackled with static for half a heartbeat. Husk frantically gestured at the spider to shut the hell up— he knew very well that the master of his soul certainly did not possess mercy.

"What's wrong, Bambi? Could it be you're actuall—Ack!"

Whatever he wanted to say was cut off by the tentacles that grabbed the actor and held him in place. Alastor's patience had reached its limit.

"B-Boss, Angel was just joking... There's no need to do anything drastic." - the bartender muttered in a slightly frightened tone, trying to calm the cannibal down. Angel was struggling in the tentacles' grip, looking panicked.

"Hmm, drastic? Oh no, I'm not going to hurt our dear spider. Unless I want to teach him a lesson..." Alastor's grin widened, and a sadistic gleam appeared in his eyes.

"A-are you not going to let me in on your plans?" - Angel asked, a little stuttering.

"I'll be happy to do so, mon cher. Even more, you will feel it."

At these words, one of the tentacles squeezed the spider's side for a test.

"Ouch! A-al, what the hehehell are you doing?" Angel looked at his "torturer" in surprise, a high-pitched squeak escaped his lips. The touch didn't hurt, no... It tickled. By the way, the porn star was very ticklish.

"I think I've already told you. I'm going to teach you a lesson, my effeminate friend," - Alastor sang, twirling his cane.

Husk was watching the scene in amazement. The old cat was starting to relax a little, realizing that the Radio Demon wasn't going to dismember Angel or anything like that. The tentacle began to gently and painfully tickle the spider's sides.

"You... Yohohou're fucking tickling mehehe!" - Angel squealed, biting his lip and trying to suppress a giggle.

"Bingo! You're absolutely right." Alastor chuckled and sipped his water with a straight face.

"Well, I think I'll go. Just don't destroy the bar..." - The bartender muttered, grabbing the nearest bottle of alcohol and heading up the stairs to his room.

"Hask, fuhuhuck! Mpfh...T-the traitor! Don't... haha! Don't leavehehe me with this sahadist!" - spider pleaded, barely able to contain his laughter.

"I can only wish you good luck."

The former Overlord grinned into his mustache and left. Angel's attention was once again drawn to the cannibal. "Mh....A...Al, let's come to an ahahagreement? It's nohohot worth it...Aah!" - Angel clenched his lip even tighter as the tentacle switched to light scratching.

"Shh, shh, shh, Angel. It's night now, and many people are asleep. You don't want to wake anyone up, do you?" Alastor smirked, finally getting up from his chair and walking over to his victim. He ran his claw thoughtfully over the sinner's furry belly.

"D-dohohon't!" - Spider said with bated breath.

"A bad place, my dear? You know that saying "don't" just makes me use this place even more?" A sharp claw traced smooth circles on Angel's body. Oh, how the spider regretted wearing a crop top! When Alastor began to move all his fingers across his stomach, he broke down

"Ahaaahhaa! No, nohohoho! Don't do ihihihit!"

"Oh, but I haven't done much! Is it really that ticklish for you?" - the Radio Demon asked mockingly, continuing to scratch Angel's stomach. By the way, the touches were quite light. For now.

"Hehehe! Thihihis....Ahahahah! Stohohop it!" The Overlord ignored his words, bringing his other hand to the spider's side and starting to squeeze it quickly. The hand on his stomach continued to slowly poke and scratch. This dual sensation made the actor laugh loudly, shaking his head from side to side.

"You will never be fully dressed without a smile, my friend." - the radio host teased

"Mf...Ahahahahaha! Fuhuhuck off! Ouch! Nohohot there!" - Angel screamed, trying to fight off the restraining tentacles.

"What terrible manners! Ah, I can't leave it like that."

For a second, the cannibal's hands left his torso...But only to drill into his thighs. The claws pinched, scratched, and poked in a random pattern. Angel let out a loud squeak, his laughter rose an octave, and his eyes squeezed shut.

"ALAHAHASTOHOHOR!!!" - the porn actor shouted in laughter.

"Yes, my effeminate friend?" - the Overlord asked mockingly, making an innocent face.

"STOHOHOHOP!"

But despite his pleas, the Radio Demon didn't stop. He was a sadist, after all.

"By the way, you know, I'm an excellent pianist," - the deer said with a mysterious smile, tilting its head.

"Whahahat? AHAHAH!" - Angel exclaimed in surprise, laughing. What was the Radio Demon getting at? Instead of an answer, Alastor's fingers dug into the actor's ribs, massaging the space between them as if playing the piano. Oh, if Angel had been in control before, he was now completely out of control. Those relentless fingers dug into his ribs, varying the pressure and sending a whole new hell through his nerves. "PLEHEHEASE! NOHOHO! OAHAHAHAHAH! I... I CAHAHAN'T! AHAHA!" - Angel shouted through his laughter. Tears of amusement began to gather in the corners of his eyes, his face was flushed, his body was struggling in an attempt to escape from this torture. Although, to tell the truth, all this tickling didn't bring too much discomfort. On the contrary, it wasn't much...Is it pleasant? Angel couldn't even remember laughing so heartily.

"Your laughter is music to my ears. Maybe I should broadcast your screams? Oh, this is going to be such a good topic for my broadcast!" - Alastor murmured with a satisfied grin. This threat made the spider blush so much that his face looked like a ripe tomato. It didn't help that Alastor was completely unperturbed. Worse, he decided to torment his "abuser" to the fullest. Poor Angel literally screamed when he felt the tentacles scratching his knees from behind. They traced intricate patterns, tickling the poor man endlessly. Angel no longer begged for mercy; he simply laughed helplessly. Finally, Alastor pulled away and looked at the unfortunate man with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Ugh... A-are you done?... T-thank you." Angel began to thank him, but the radio host interrupted him.

"It's too early to thank me. Well, well, well, I have a theory. You have two pairs of arms. I suppose, for the sake of fairness, your armpits should be ticklish?" - Alastor asked in a mock-pensive tone, tapping his chin with his finger.

"W-wait! A-Alastor, don't! I... I'm sorry!" - the spider spoke nervously, hoping to soften the radio host's heart.

"I don't know the word 'mercy.' You're facing a powerful and cruel overlord, mon cher. So your fate is to endure your punishment." With that, Alastor ran a finger across the actor's exposed armpit, eliciting a delightful gasp. It wasn't exactly the way he usually tortured his victims, but... he couldn't simply rip out the actor's organs, could he? After all, the cold and cruel radio demon had developed a slight attachment to the hotel's residents. Just a little bit.

Angel's hysterics brought he out of his thoughts.

"Is this a particularly bad place? What a delightful weakness." - The Overlord cooed, moving his fingers under the porn actor's hands. Soon, his shadow joined him, torturing the second pair. The touch of this eerie shadow was surprisingly light, like feathers. However, its master was more rough, scratching and pinching the vulnerable spot. It tickled them to the point of madness. Angel threw his head back and laughed wildly, incoherently begging Alastor to stop.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! PLEAHAHA! HAH!" Alastor stepped away from the poor demon and calmly examined his cane. The spider's chest was heaving as it desperately gulped down precious oxygen.

"I don't think you'll be surprised to learn that I'm a cannibal. And I see such a tasty morsel before me, my friend..." His voice became slightly menacing, and his eyes darted towards the radios for a moment. Angel's heart sank as fear began to consume him. Was the radio demon joking? The actor calmed down a little when he saw the mischievous look in the master's eyes, but his body remained tense.

"What do you mean, Smiles? You're not going to...uh...eat me, are you? Or whatever it is that cannibals do..." - the spider asked with a gasp.

"Don't worry, your blood won't be spilled today. So, I was planning to snack on your ribs..."

Alastor wrapped his arms around Angel's waist and began nibbling on his ribs, teasing the delicate skin beneath the fur. The spider squealed so loudly that it could have woken up the entire hotel. The sensations were definitely driving him crazy. After a few moments, his giggles turned into desperate laughter.

That's when the overlord decided that enough was enough. The tentacles unceremoniously lowered him to the floor, and Angel immediately curled up into a ball.

"I hope you understand now that you can't get away with messing with me," - Alastor muttered, straightening his bow tie as if nothing had happened.

"You...Y-you...sadist!" - the actor breathed out, but there was a silly smile on his face

"Cruelty and sadism are part of my existence, my effeminate friend." - Alastor grinned, flicking his fingers to make a glass of water appear next to Angel.

"Fuck...You're really a strawberry pimp!" - the spider chuckled with a slight tease, sipping his water

"Angel." - said the radio host in a warning tone

"All right, I get it, I get it. I'll probably go to my room. Good night, if you sleep at all" - muttered Angel as he left the living room.

His depressed mood improved significantly after this confrontation. He also realized an important thing. It was better not to flirt with the Radio Demon.

[esmore]

Jealous| Kyoka Yamamoto x fem!reader

Summary: While the leader group was filming a dance video, Kyoka came to visit her gf under the pretense of checking in on her own leader, but when she saw Marlee from Motiv talking and flirting with Rin, she couldn’t hold back her jealousy.

Warnings: angst+fluff

A/N: I had a request, but for some reason I couldn't post it because the tumblr was crashing. I really don't know what's wrong with the app, but I hope you, the person who requested it, is reading this and OH MY GOD I’m really nervous about whether you’ll like this or not, or if I managed to deliver what was requested, but either way I’m happy with how this fic turned out. Also, if you want, I can make an NSFW part two 😉😉 Also, I originally wrote this entire fic in my native language and only translated it into English afterward, so if there are any mistakes, I apologize in advance! 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻 This fic will be published on my Wattpad: yavahyi

PART TWO:

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Kyoka POV – Behind the scenes of the Leader Class video

The venue buzzed with noise. Light bounced off mirrored panels, and somewhere in the distance, a group of leaders moved in sync. The usual chaos. But Kyoka’s gaze was sharp—focused. She hadn’t come to watch or support just anyone.

She was here for one person.

Rin.

Kyoka walked calmly, with her usual poise—back straight, steps deliberate. A cap hid her face, sunglasses shielded her eyes, as if she were just casually dropping by to check on the leaders. A quick hello, a supportive nod, and she’d leave. That’s what she told herself that morning, nervously adjusting her clothes in the mirror.

But the second she turned the corner—everything fell apart.

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Far across the space, by the drink table, stood Rin. Her voice rang out like clinking glasses. Her movements were light, carefree. She was… flirting?

With Marlee.

Rin leaned in, whispered something in her ear—Marlee clutched her chest theatrically, and both burst into laughter. Marlee’s hand lingered on Rin’s shoulder a bit too long to be casual. Rin demonstrated a waacking move—classic, dramatic—mocking someone, probably. They laughed again, like nothing else in the world existed.

Kyoka froze.

The noise around her faded. No dancing, no voices, no music.

“Stay calm.” she told herself, fists tightening under her sleeves.

“You know Rin. She’s just… open. Playful. She charms everyone. It means nothing.”

But Marlee knew exactly what she was doing.

And this? This wasn’t just harmless teasing.

Kyoka took a step forward. Then another. Slow, measured, as if everything was fine. Her eyes, hidden behind her shades, sharp like a blade on glass.

Rin noticed her first. Surprise flickered, then warmth. She smiled brightly and waved.

— “Kyo! You came?!”

Kyoka paused for a heartbeat. Then gave a short nod.

— “Here to support my leader. Why not.”

Her voice was calm, almost sweet. Like a kettle about to boil.

Marlee turned with a slight nod.

— “Kyoka. What a pleasure. Though I think your timing’s a bit off—we were just talking about a collab. WACKD x Motiv, you know.”

Kyoka looked at her, blank and unbothered.

— “Of course. Rin rarely says no—if you’re persuasive enough.”

Marlee smirked. Rin giggled, seemingly unaware of the tension crackling in the air. Or pretending not to notice. And Kyoka kept watching. Marlee. Rin. The hand still resting on her girlfriend’s shoulder.

That’s when the first crack split her composure.

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Rin POV

— “Kyo! You came?!”

My voice slipped out before I could stop it. I felt my face flush. I was just talking to Marlee.

But the second Kyoka removed her sunglasses and looked at me—I felt it in my stomach.

That wasn’t how she usually looked at me with love.

That look? It went through me. As if I were air. Or worse—an inconvenience.

— “Here to support my leader. Why not,” she said. Calm. No smile. No spark.

I barely registered what Marlee was saying—something flirty, no doubt—but everything was buzzing in my ears. Like when the music cuts during a battle. Panic and silence. I didn’t know what to do.

Should I reach out? Laugh it off? Touch her fingers? Or just… apologize?

But then came another voice—confident, direct:

— “Kyoka, can I steal you for a sec?”

I turned. Ibuki. Right before Kyoka could walk away, I took a step toward her.

— “Kyo…”

But she didn’t even look at me.

She turned silently and walked off with Ibuki, like nothing here was worth staying for.

The silence hit like a slap.

Marlee cleared her throat awkwardly, trying to cut the tension:

— “Uhhh… wanna join the others? They’re dancing with Rie now.”

I exhaled too sharply.

I knew what that look meant. That silence. That storm in her walk.

Tonight wouldn’t end quietly.

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Third-person POV – Later that evening

The apartment felt stuffy. Rin had just walked in. Hadn’t even taken off her shoes when she heard it:

— “Seems like you had a fun time with Marlee.”

Kyoka’s voice—sharp, cold, cutting clean through the air. No greeting. No warmth. Just ice and control. Too calm to be normal.

Rin froze.

— “What are you talking about?”

Kyoka turned to her suddenly, like a switch had flipped. Her eyes burned.

— “What am I talking about? Really, Rin? You were laughing with her like you were in love, then looked at me like I was a stranger.”

Rin stepped closer, cautiously.

— “I just didn’t want people to get suspicious. You said it yourself—”

— “Don’t lie.” Kyoka stepped in, fast. — “I saw the way Marlee looked at you. And you didn’t seem to mind it.”

Rin swallowed hard.

— “You know that’s not true.”

— “Do I?” Kyoka’s voice sharpened. — “Then why was I standing there like a fucking idiot while you flirted with someone who clearly wants to fuck with you?”

It hit like a slap. Rin couldn’t respond. Just stared. Felt something inside her crack.

Kyoka stepped even closer.

— “I’m not your part-time girlfriend, Rin. I’m not some plush toy you come back to after you’ve soaked up enough attention from everyone else.”

A pause. Then:

— “Or just say it—are you ashamed of being with me? Scared people will find out and your perfect little image will crumble?”

Rin clenched her jaw.

— “Enough,” she whispered. — “Be mad, be jealous, fine. But don’t you dare say I’m ashamed of you. I’ve carried us through every close call. I’ve risked everything to keep us safe. Don’t you dare turn that into shame. I don’t owe you an apology for being careful.”

Silence.

Both of them stood on the edge.

Then Kyoka looked away. Her voice dropped to a murmur:

— “I just… I saw you laughing with her, and for a second, I thought—what if you’re happier without me?”

Rin stepped in gently. Touched her hand, hesitantly.

— “I can laugh with anyone. But happy? I’m only that with you.”

Kyoka didn’t answer. She pulled Rin into a kiss, arms locking around her waist. The kiss deepened quickly—hot, desperate, charged with everything unsaid. Anger. Fear. Longing.

— “I almost lost my mind seeing you two,” Kyoka breathed.

— “Kyo, you know I’m all yours,” Rin whispered.

And that—

That shattered the last of Kyoka’s restraint.

A/N: I'm sorry again for the language, English is not my native language at all, I wrote all the text in my own language and then translated it. I hope you enjoy this fic.

[sharp-silver-fanfic]

A little collection of all the named Chao in my fanfic!

Art by the very wonderful: Sammym332

[ssivinee]

✧Forever Yours✧

BEBE! Bada Lee x Dancer! F Reader: You and Bada were quite a well-known duo within the dance world. You two grew up together and have been inseparable ever since, but as you drifted apart, you met again on Street Woman Fighter 2.

Word Count: 4.8k

Note: Bada has been a simp for you since you were kids. You both have the same energy and vibe. (you mainly dom Bada tho🤭)

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For your entire life, dance was all you knew, and growing up with Bada helped you realize what your passion was at a young age. You two met at the age of 4 during one of Bada's first dance classes, and you two instantly became friends once the dance teacher pointed out how much you two looked alike despite not being related.

"Lee Bada, Kim Y/n, are you two cousins?" The teacher asks, looking at her clipboard, then looking back and forth between the two of you.

As the both of you shook your head no, the teacher pouts, "But you two look so much alike?"

Bada then glances at you, standing in front of the class, looking very prideful with a grin. You wore an oversized light blue graphic tee, grey joggers, white sneakers, and a white beanie. In Bada's eyes, you were the coolest in the class, AND she was compared to you?

Now that was a huge ego booster.

Your eyes meet hers, and before Bada can even try to avoid eye contact, you give a wave so she returns a shy smile.

"For the dance today, we will be working in partners, so please find someone to work with," the dance teacher says. Bada's eyes began to wander, worried that she might not even find a partner, but she felt a tap on her shoulder. She was shocked to see you, "Bada, right? I'm Y/n. Would you wanna be my partner today?"

Bada's eyes widen in excitement as she nods. It was the best choice on your end because you two were at the top of your dance class that day. During your next dance class together, you decided to stand next to Bada rather than go to your usual front spot. Throughout each class, the both of you realized you had so much in common and had similar interests.

From then on, you two did everything together. You two, ironically, went to the same schools, which encouraged the time you spent with each other. All the events in your life, like dance club, projects, homework, studying, group hangouts, and dance classes, were all spent with Bada by your side.

Things took a turn in your friendship during high school. You began to be attracted to girls, which confused Bada then. Sexuality became a prevalent talk amongst people your age. This caused you to experiment, so while Bada stuck to crushing on boys, you were already dating and got your first kiss at the end of your first year.

You then went on a vacation to the States for the entire summer that year and struggled. This was the first time you were away from your best friend for so long, making you anxious.

To cope with this, you took various dance classes with different dance genres, and making the gym apart of your stress relievers. After 3 months passed, you were finally coming home, and Bada would get to see you on your first day as a second-year student.

So, on the first day, the tall girl rushes to school to find you talking to an unfamiliar student.

"The new girl is so pretty."

"I heard she's half Japanese."

"I'm pretty sure she's rich. I saw her getting dropped off by a Rolls-Royce today."

"She's bold for talking to Y/n. By the way, didn't she get hotter? What's in the air in the US?"

Though Bada wasn't paying too much attention to the other students, she did get an answer to her thoughts, 'new girl?'

She observes the interaction, mainly you. Your hair got longer, you seemed to have grown an inch or two, and your physique was leaner, with your muscles more prominent. You changed, and Bada couldn't deny how much she liked it, even though you two FaceTimed regularly during your vacation.

Bada also can't help but admire your outfit, like she always does. Somehow, you looked ten hotter in her eyes at the moment, and she always thought you looked good. As she watched, the new girl's movements became quite flirtatious.

Her fingers would drag up and down your arms, and as she laughed, she would lean into you, trying to balance herself by pressing on your abs.

Your one-man audience began to feel irritated.

That's when Bada comes to a realization when she sees you, for the first time in months, befriending the new girl in school.

She was jealous.

After the conversation, you see Bada and immediately go up and hug her with a smile, leaning your head on top of hers and rocking your bodies back and forth.

"I missed you so much," you whispered to her, and her cheeks flushed lightly as she felt butterflies in her stomach.

"I missed you too."

During your second year, Bada's feelings grew for you, and she didn't know what to do. She didn't want to ruin her friendship with you, and she wasn't exactly sure if she liked girls. So, to ease her mind, Bada began finding little ways to see if what she felt was real.

Exhibit A. Bada 'confessed' to you about her slight crush on Hyunjae, aka your school's biggest jerk.

"Bada you can't be serious right now."

"What? He's sweet, always nice, and brings me coffee some mornings? What's so bad about him?"

"You know better than anyone here that the dude wants the privilege of sleeping with you and will be boasting about it to the entire school."

Bada acts hurt at your comments and once realizing how harsh it may have sounded on your end, you expressed, "Dude your one of the most wanted girls in the school, any boy would kill to be in Hyunjae's position right now. But there are so many other boys worth your heart, just not him."

She chuckles at your joking tone in the end. "Hey, if bringing you coffee occasionally makes you happy, I'll do that for you." Bada thought that was another joke, but you brought her an iced americano the next day.

"A coffee for the best girl in the world," you say as you hand her the cup. She blushes and thanks you with a hug. The following week and the week after, you kept bringing her coffee until it became a sacred thing you did for her every week of your friendship.

Exhibit B. It was Valentine's Day, and you and Bada were getting gifts from many people. Bada got letters, sweets, drinks, and stuffed animals from multiple guys. You had the same dilemma with numerous girls handing you multiple letters, confession notes, and anonymous ones in your locker.

At the end of the school day, both of you threw out all the gifts while hanging out in a dance studio near your school. Bada had something prepared for you though, she had bought you a new hoodie in your favorite color and a tulip she bought, last minute, on her way to the studio.

Once you come in, she hands you a bag, "Happy Valentine's Day." Your heart felt warm at the gift, and you began to get excited, "Wait here for a second," was all you said as you walked out.

'Did she not like my gift?' Bada worried, and as you came in, she was about to apologize if you didn't like it but was shocked to see you holding a heart-shaped balloon, a small box, and a bag. You smiled and gave her the items, "Happy Valentine's Day to my number one."

You somehow knew how to make her heart pump furiously. She opened your gift with a card, a bag of her favorite candy, snacks, and a new hat. She began to read the card but was shocked to see how short it was, somewhat feeling a bit let down.

You wrote: "Dear Bada,

We've been best friends for 12 years, and I can proudly say those were the best years of my life. You make me want to be a better person, and you will be my ride or die forever. I love you so much and hope our friendship lasts a lifetime."

She was about to finish reading, but you interrupted her as she closed the card, "Read the back." Bada looks at you confused but reads, 'Open the blue box.'

She stares at the box, then looks at you with eyes of suspicion, "Oh, come on, open it!" you say with pure excitement in your voice.

Bada opens the surprise to find a small note on top of it.

'Thank you for being the moon to my sun,' Under it was a bracelet with a moon charm and her name. She looks at you in complete shock while you raise your arm, pulling down your sleeve to show her the matching one with your name on it and the sun.

Bada feels a rush of emotions and hugs you, tearing up at the heartfelt gift.

Exhibit C. Bada wanted to test the waters, so when hanging out at your house on the last few weeks of school, she confesses what's been on her mind for a while.

"Y/n?" You were doing some studying but put your full attention on her after hearing your name, "yes?"

"How did you know you liked girls?"

You pondered her question, "I guess, when it came to many guys I had crushes on, I didn't feel a strong connection. To me, girls felt comforting, understanding, and overall beautiful. Then I met Yoonji, and it confirmed my thoughts." Bada's face goes into disgust upon hearing your ex's name, but as you laugh at her reaction, you begin to wonder.

"Why?"

"Well, I've been thinking. Every time I had a crush on a guy, yes, I've had a connection with some, but as soon as I can make it even as far as a kiss, I begin to shut down the idea."

Now that was news to you, "You're telling me the Lee Bada hasn't had her first kiss yet?" She shyly shakes her head no. "Well, no need to be embarrassed. Maybe you just haven't found the right person yet."

"I just feel like I'm lagging behind, you know?"

"I get it, but if you're saving it, that's also okay."

"I don't think I am. If anything, I wanna get it over with."

"That can also be arranged," now that statement piqued Bada's interest. "What do you mean?"

"If you wanna get it over with, you can kiss me. I mean, you trust me, right?" Of course, she did, causing her to nod and like your idea.

At first, her plan was to only find out if she liked girls, but she never thought she'd get this far. Her hands begin to sweat at the idea of the kiss.

"You do have experience, so I guess it would make my life easy," she mumbles. You sit down beside her on your bed, staring at her attentively. "You sure about this?" She nods again.

You delicately rest your hand under her chin, and Bada closes her eyes. Pulling her in slowly, she felt your lips on hers and melted. Your lips were sweet like the cherry chapstick you used. They were soft and warm. Your other hand rests on her waist, pulling her body closer to yours as you caress her face.

After kissing for about 2 minutes, you break apart and Bada looked at you with a slight shocked face.

"Was it good?" You asked concerned. 'It was more than good.'

"Yeah, of course it was." She hugs you, "Thanks for that."

While hugging you, all Bada can think of was, 'I'm so fucked...I'm so in love with you.'

Due to much anxiety, nervousness, and terrifying thoughts, Bada couldn't act on her feelings at all.

After two years, you two had developed a somewhat flirty friendship, and now you were in your first college years. You were both preparing all of your senior year to head into university and majoring in dance.

The process was definitely stressful, but you got through it together. As a celebratory 'we survived high school,' you two decided to get tattoos. Bada has a wave on her right forearm and a moon on her right wrist, while you have an orange and yellow colored sun on your left forearm and a small koi fish on your right wrist.

University was the biggest rollercoaster of your life. You didn't know if you could call it some of the best moments of your life or the most heartbreaking. You two got into the same school, and even dorming together was terrific.

The issue was the rift that was happening in your relationship. You two were doing your own things, meeting new groups of friends, and having drastically different schedules. It got to the point where it felt like you didn't have a roommate.

Well, you barely saw her anyway.

You two became part of a dance crew and garnered many opportunities in the dancing scene. This was the only time you ever saw her around.

While in school, you two auditioned for many background dancing positions, and your journey in the dance world began to sail from there.

After graduation, Bada started teaching classes, and by the end of university, she had many projects lined up for her. She then joined JustJerk, and that's when she began to flourish as a choreographer as SM reached out to her.

You, on the other hand, had begun as a freelance dancer in Korea while making several videos of your own choreography and uploading them on YouTube. As you gained massive popularity, you were getting projects from friends in the States, which caused you to go back and forth from Korea.

You and Bada spent less time together, but you two tried your hardest to hang out and chat occasionally. That was until you started making it big in the States and had offers coming your way left and right. So, you made the most difficult decision to move to the US to focus on your career.

As you worked in the West and Bada worked in the East, your connection began to fizzle until it was no longer a thing. No one was to blame. Your careers were now your priorities, which was understandable.

While Bada gained popularity for her Kpop choreography, she did many lessons and projects and learned from some big-name dancers. Then, 2018 came around, and Kpop grew a massive fan base in the States. You also began to get offers for projects in Korea, mainly from HYBE Entertainment or Bighit, at the time. That's when it hit you: You made it big into the dance scene.

The more projects you did, the more opportunities came. An example of one of your most outstanding achievements was signing with Jam Republic and working with some of the biggest stars, BTS, and the trendy New Jeans. You were on a role, to say the least.

You were working with several Jam Republic artists and got an offer. It was to join the team for their representation on Street Woman Fighter. So, after staying in the States for about 5 years, you decided to move back to Korea so you could comfortably work on Street Woman Fighter with your girls.

You had the liberty of picking them up and hanging out with them 3 weeks before the show's filming. The crew ate dinner together, drank some alcohol from time to time, and even taught dances while they stayed.

The day finally came when they filmed the first part of the episode, where Mnet introduced every team and their members. You got excited seeing big names and saw the most familiar one, Bada. "Oh, she's on the show too?"

"You know Bada?" Audrey asks you innocently, and you smile at the thought. "Of course I do, she's my best friend."

The girls looked at you with wide eyes, and you giggled, "What? After I went to the States, we barely talked, so it never came up." As you continued, all of you had to pick the worst dancers and talk more about the dance styles of each crew.

You chose someone you felt could challenge you out of respect for the dancer's skills.

The other teams had to do the same thing as Jam Republic, and as soon as Kristen popped up on their screen, almost no one could believe it.

"No way!"

"She's on the show?"

"For real?"

As they continued to introduce JR, you were the last member revealed. Everyone gasps in shock, seeing your face and resume in dance.

"A Korean on their team?"

"She's worked with HYBE? Now that's how you know she's good."

"Run BTS? She did that one? It was a sick choreography."

"Wait she looks kinda familiar."

"She kinda looks like Bada-nim."

When it was Bebe's turn to react, Bada went extremely pale but did well in hiding it. She had kept up with some of your videos and releases during your time away, being happy for you, but she didn't realize that this show was the reason for you to see each other again.

That's when the two of you were starting to become nervous about the next shoots to come.

It was time for all the crews to meet, and as you guys entered your hideout, you were met with a bright pink room.

When it was Jam Republic's turn to enter the fight zone, everyone was surprised by the scale of the show. Coming down the stairs, you found the other dancers staring either in awe or trying to intimidate you guys, which wasn't gonna work.

You were the last down, and everyone couldn't help but notice your height, plus yours and Audrey's beauty. Many girls describe Audrey as looking like a doll or a baby, while people believe you have a "cat" attractiveness.

Your height was another factor. You stood tall at 5'10 and noticeably towered over your members. Bada couldn't help but keep eye contact with your figure, which worked in her favor since that's what she was known for.

She took in your presence after 5 years and felt as if all the air was sucked out of her body.

While Bada stared, her members began to notice something. Lusher nudges her, "Unnie... do you two know each other?" Bada looks confusingly at her.

"Where did you get that?"

"You two have matching tattoos," Tatter butts in, whispering. Bada's eyes widen a little, then scan your tattoo. She forgot that they were matching couple-looking tattoos. "We were really close till she left for the States."

The two girls move back, stunned at the new information. "How close were you two?"

"We were best friends for 24 years of our lives."

"HUHHHHHH?" They announced a little too loudly that Bada had to shush them. You focused on the video and concluded that Audrey had the most votes as the worst dancer, making you scoff.

"They definitely don't know who they picked," Your arm rested on Audrey's shoulders as you whispered to her. Bada sees this, and her hands begin to squeeze into a fist.

Well, now she knew that those feelings were still there, to say the least.

Many battles went on and soon, it was your turn to head up. "Next opponent is Kim Y/n!" Kang Daniel announced and you decided to walk around the fight zone. You slow down near Bebe and give Bada a teasing stare down before walking walking away with a smirk that she gladly returns.

"Tsubakill, Yumeri-san, please come out."

Everyone cheers, and as the stage gets rowdy, you hold the mic in your hands.

"Y/n, why did you pick Yumeri as the worst dancer?"

"I honestly didn't think she was bad at all. It's quite the opposite." You turned to her. "Yumeri-san, I know you can give me a good challenge, so let's see how good we are as dancers," You bowed to her, and everyone was surprised at your statement AND that you spoke in Japanese.

Yumeri smiles before saying, "It's an honor to dance with you."

As the music began, Yumeri went first and showed off fierce movements which you couldn't help but hype up.

"She's really humble, huh?" Tatter questions Bada, and she nods. You always respected people no matter what. Bada knew exactly why you chose Yumeri.

Yumeri is a hip-hop-based dancer who knew her body, which results in powerful movements. Bada knew you picked the woman to show off an entertaining battle, not a one-sided one. When the music switched, you grooved a little until the base dropped and you pulled out some krumping and locking.

Everyone is shocked, as none of the dancers necessarily excelled in that area of dance, well, other than you. You then contorted your body and twisted as you lay on the floor, and everyone went wild.

In the corner, Bada's jaw dropped. Sure, she kept up with your videos, but she never imagined that this was how good you got over the years.

Once your battle ended, it was time for the judges to vote. All of them pulled out the Jam Republic card, and you bowed. Monika picks up her mic with much evident excitement.

"KIM Y/N! Whaaaaaaa~ You truly are a different talent. This battle was one of the best ones I've seen by far. We have many gifted dancers here, but you showed us something unique today." You and Yumeri bowed at the high remark and hugged each other to conclude your battle.

After a few matches, it was time to have a break. You had to use the bathroom and decided to freshen up there and as you were about to return to the fight zone, you see a familiar face heading out her hideout.

"Well isn't it the famous Bada lee."

She turns her neck fast due to the shock and sighs once she sees you. You hug her while rocking side to side.

"Don't you feel some deja vu?" You joked, and she smacked your arm lightly. "I missed you," Bada confesses as she holds your hand.

"I missed you too," you stared at her with caring eyes. As she looked at you, she began to tear up, and before a tear fell, you wiped it away with your thumb. "I regret not keeping in touch."

"I also didn't put in the most effort Bada, you aren't the only one to blame."

"God," Bada whines and you smile. "How about after this we hang out? If you give me my number I'll text you my address?"

"I'd be honored 'Mother of HYBE,' she teased. You chuckled and exchanged phone numbers, immediately texting her your address.

When all the groups were about to leave, you peep Bebe, getting ready to go. "Hold up a minute. I'll meet you guys at the van."

You begin to hear "ooooohhhhhh~~~" as they see you making your way over to Bada and you roll your eyes. "Bada-nim!"

Bebe looks over and begins giggling at your interaction like cute school girls watching a drama. "I'll see you later?"

"Yeah, of course," you give another hug that caresses her waist and wave off. Bada then gets teased by her younger members.

"Yahhhhhh~ did you see her hand movement."

"Unnie! You're literally the best. Find me a woman like that too."

"Whaaaaa~ that's our leader."

"Dude, I don't know if I wanna be her or be you."

Bada's face turns bright red and her members burst in laughter once again.

Once you made it home, you decided to shower and prepare a bit. You decided to wear some checkered pajamas and a cropped tank, then began to cook some food.

As you weren't really expecting a guest so early on, your fridge didn't have too much food due to your busy schedule, but you were able to make some shrimp alfredo pasta and took out some soju bottles you had from the JR girls.

You finished up, heard the doorbell ring, and saw Bada wearing a matching set consisting of a cropped sweater vest, a crop top underneath, a navy blue tennis skirt, and some black timberlands.

"Wow~ you look good. Now I feel underdressed," you joke but realize she was wearing the hat and bracelet you gifted her in high school. You let her enter and point it out.

"You still have these?" You asked as you lightly flicked it down then grabbed her wrist, and all she could do was smile. "I cherish them too much to throw it out."

"Don't you still have yours?"

"Yeah but I rarely wear it nowadays."

"Why?" Bada was hurt, but she pouts when you say, "I didn't wanna lose it when I moved to the States, so I kept it in the box. It's in my room right now. Hold up." After a few minutes, you go into your room and come out with the bracelet on your wrist, "See?"

Bada's move was instantly uplifted again, but her attention shifted to food because she was hungry for so long.

"Holy shit, did you make this?" She asks, settling down at your dining table. She takes off the jacket and hat, showing off her two-toned hair. "Of course, try it first before you compliment me too much."

She digs in and moans at the taste. "Good?"

"Good? This is amazing."

You two talked ate and chatted a bit about work, but after a while, you guys moved to the couch and started drinking.

"I can't help but ask, how's your love life?"

"I did some dating here and there in the States, but they never got too serious," you say as you take a shot. "What about you? No one special in your life?"

"My special person left me for the States," Bada joked with a pout, and you giggled. "In all seriousness though, I dated a bit, and my last one was a bit serious, but we didn't work out. She got a bit crazy on me nearing the end."

"Damn crazy?"

...

"Wait, did you say she?" You looked at her in dismay. "Yeah, I may have figured out I liked both guys and girls while you were gone."

"Well, definitely earlier than that, but we don't talk about it," Bada added.

"No, no, we are going to talk about it. Who was the special person that made you realize?"

Bada bit her lip and thought if she should tell you. Impulsively she thinks, 'it's now or never.'

"It was you."

You sat there with a shot of soju in hand and stared at Bada as a wave of emotions flooded you.

"Since when?" That was all you can say.

"Since high school," She mumbles, but you hear her loud and clear. Well, your first thought, you smack her arm, and she gives you an offended look. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I was scared okay? We were friends for so long, and I didn't want to lose you. As long as you were happy, I was happy, and that was enough for me."

Your gazed softened, "Bada, you idiot."

"I liked you too."

Those were the words she never thought she would hear, and she felt a heaviness lift off her chest. "You think I would just suggest kissing you for shits and giggles?"

Now Bada wanted to punch herself in the face, "but you were dating other people?"

"Bada, I did that to push aside my feelings because everyone thought you were straight, and you never ever told me about crushing on a girl."

She thinks back and realizes you were right. She only ever talked about the guys she was crushing on. "Now I feel stupid. I've liked you for so long, and seeing you dating other people hurt my heart. When I saw you kissing other girls, I wanted to cry sometimes. Then I saw you again and realized that I still love you, and your relationship with Audrey often made me jealous. And-"

Before she could rant even more, you pulled her into a kiss to shut her up. Her shocked face turned soft, and she kissed you back.

To her, it felt the same as the first time you kissed her, but to you, it felt like the thing you've been missing for so long.

You wrap your arm around her waist, pulling her onto your lap, wanting to feel her warmth and touch.

She felt the kiss's intensity and couldn't help but grind on your lap. Out of breath, you two pulled away, breathing heavily. "I love you too dummy."

Bada's face grins widely, and she leans her head back as your arm balances her from falling. She goes all shy and hides her face into your neck as you lightly run your fingers up and down her waist, giving her the chills.

"You don't understand how long I've waited for that."

"Well, no need to wait anymore," You pull her into another kiss, which turns into a heated make-out session. Her fingers tangled into your hair as your tongues played around. Your kisses move to her neck, and you chuckle, "Be ready for a long night. I have a couple years to make up for."

A/n: Fun fact guys, this was the first Bada fic out of all the ones if written so far, i just pushed back posting it for so long😭

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