#baji comfort

[softxsuki]

Hi I have an urgent request if you don’t mind.

Could I request head cannons for Baji with a reader who self harms but in a more violent way. Like she’s already really skilled at fighting but to train she goes out and kicks and punches trees sometimes to the point of breaking her bones. And sometimes if she’s just having a rough day she will go out and hit the trees to let off steam. In addition to all of this she also has large scars on her shins, feet, and knuckles and sometimes the scars will open up when she fights. I hurt lol 🥲

Baji with Reader Who Punches Trees After A Bad Day

Pairing: Baji x Fem!Reader (though I think it could be read as Gn?)

Warnings: Mentions of blood, form of self harm (punching trees), re-opened wounds, crying

Genre: Hurt Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 610

Summary: In which Baji comes over one day and finds you hitting the trees in your yard

[A/N: So very sorry for the wait. It's been a rough few weeks for me. I'm also sorry that this isn't my best work. I honestly couldn't think of much and I'm having the same problem with my other two urgent requests atm. I'll need a little while to get back into a writing rhythm. or just continue to force myself to write until it gets better. I hope this at least provides you with a tiny bit of comfort. Hope you're doing okay <3] (excuse the horrendous title. Idk what to name this 😅)

Baji:

It was just like any other day for Baji; sneaking over to your place, and hopping the fence into your background like he usually did when your parents weren’t home, since you always left the back door unlocked

But he didn’t expect to hear grunts and the sound of something being hit

So when he jumps over the fence and sees you beating this tree down--he’s stunned

Sirens ring in his head though as soon as he sees the blood dripping from your knuckles, along with your pants soaked in the red liquid as well

“Oi, knock it off,” he yells, running towards you and stopping you from assaulting the tree any further

Though he could care less about the tree and more about you hurting yourself

His heart breaks though when you cry out in frustration, tears running down your face

Every punch and kick felt better than living in your own emotions, you wanted to feel anything other than what you felt deep down inside, so the stinging of your knuckles and throbbing in your leg was welcomed

He had to hold you down for a little until you felt better

“At least punch me! Get it out of your system,” he screams at you, finally letting you go, but his words make you pause

“I don’t want to hurt you…”

“Exactly, I don’t want you to be hurt either, so please just settle down, let's talk it out.”

And so you did

You sat side by side in your yard just crying and letting out all your pent up emotions and Baji listened to every word, glancing down at your bleeding wounds every now and then

After getting everything off your chest you both  sat in silence. It was now dark out, the stars were shining and the moon illuminated off you both. A chill in the air ran over you, making you feel truly alive as the goosebumps raised on your skin

“I’m sorry you’ve been feeling this way. Emotions suck sometimes, trust me, I would know. I’m not exactly known for acting properly whenever I feel them either, but let’s try and cope through them better…together. Okay? I hate to see you like this,” he address your bloody appearance

You take his words in. It never felt to great the next few days as your wounds were healing, and sometimes you’d regret going overboard on your attacks, knowing you’d have to deal with the pain for days to come, so you agree–you’d at least try

Satisfied with your answer, Baji suggests for you both to head inside so you can clean up

He waits for you in your room as you shower and change clothes, then he gets to work in treating your wounds, along with your leg wound that had opened up again, proof that this wasn’t your first time doing something like this

He bites his tongue though, he doesn’t want to lecture you or annoy you in any way, so he just continues to take care of you

Next time you try something like this though, he’s just fully throwing himself in between you and whatever you’re hitting

Hitting him would definitely do you less damage, and he was willing to be your punching bag if you needed it

Probably schedules those destroy rooms for you, or invites you to his place so you can punch his punching bag with the proper protection so you don’t hurt yourself, but you’ll still be able to blow off some steam

He has moments of rage and definitely can come up with safer ways for you to express those pent up emotions, so give those a chance

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 4/2/2023

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[ryuseibutgayer]

Amazing cosplays pt two,

Not mine, obtained off of Pinterest.

BAJI KEISUKE AND CHIFUYU MATSUNO ft Pete j

I really like the peke j cosplay here it just captures his energy so well

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[dr4kenlvr]

"you don't have to talk about it, just let me make the pain go away" + baji, if you'd be so kind? i need some good ol hurt/comfort for my heart <3 (I just found your blog and your fics are uugdhfhhfhfjsdjsk so good ohmgod)

prompt: “you don’t have to talk about it, just let me make the pain go away.” + baji keisuke

nana’s note: thank you sososososo much! you are so kind, please enjoy also srry this took so long pls forgive me loveu + this post contains slight spoilers to valhalla arc !

baji felt his eyes begin to sting—god, he couldn’t believe he was going to fucking lose it in front of you. he can feel you next to him, sitting down on his couch. your hands reach out for his, but baji finds himself frozen in fear. his mind’s been working against him recently—vivid thoughts of the downfall of his friends and toman invading him like a thick, deadly smoke. his jaw clenches at the thought of kisaki tetta, that fucker.

suddenly, the warmth of your palm is felt against baji’s cheek, and he finally turns to look at you. you look worried; your eyes are blown wide in concern, your bottom lip is caught under your teeth as you chewed on it slightly. but you’re so close, baji can feel himself heating up under your gaze. 

“keisuke?” you voice out quietly, troubled as to how he hasn’t uttered a single word yet. “are you okay?”

baji realizes he’s been silent, so he nod—hesitantly. he can tell immediately that that wasn’t enough to convince you, if the sudden look of determination in your eyes couldn’t reason that well enough. you sigh, knowing that he’s becoming increasingly stressed these days, although he wouldn’t tell you why. always claimed it was “for your safety.”

you shift closer to him, holding him tighter against you. “keisuke, you don’t have to talk about it, just let me make the pain go away.” you peer up to him, holding his face closer to your’s. “let me make you feel better.”

and baji confides in your words, he tells himself that with you, everything will be okay. so, leaning closer into your touch, baji nods. he nods confidently, because with you—his mind was at peace.

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[one-more-fangirl]

baji keisuke — comfort stranger

baji isn’t one to usually stop by to check up on anyone that isn’t his friend or an animal. truth be told, when he heard the faint sniffles he thought it was an injured puppy.

but it wasn’t.

so there he stands now, awkwardly shifting in his place in front of this crying person that has definitely spotted his grayed worn out boots by now. meaning he can’t just make a run for it now. well he could, but then his conscience would nag at him and that’s a real pain. because it’s one thing to walk away from a blazing car with not an ounce of guilt, laughter cascading from his throat carelessly—to the point where he sounds almost like a maniac—, but this is a person. shaking and breathing erratically.

the blazing car is much preferred.

“oi,” he calls, not very in tune with his comforting side, “you uh- you good?”

his words come out so rough his own lips twitch with scrunched eyes and nose in a wince, hand practically begging to punch himself. what was that? “you good”? of course they’re not! they’re weeping, for fuck’s sake! stupidstupidstupidst-

“yeah, yeah, i’m sorry,” a couple hiccups interrupt the sentence, that already comes out in a raspy and croaky tone, from the bottom of their throat, “i didn’t think anyone would hear me here. uhm, you can leave, i’m good.”

they’re good. they said so themselves, so baji can leave now. he’s done his decent-human-being-duties. he’s leaving. they don’t want company; they are obviously embarrassed someone has found them crying. i mean look at those blushy cheeks, not to mention the eyes. chifuyu gets like that when i find his mangas. right, he isn’t any good at comforting anyone anyways. words get caught up in his throat, or the stammer comes out, and he can’t just hit this person in the back and laugh at whatever has them crying.

nothing he can do for them. a stranger. no relation to them whatsoever, even less of a debt or commitment.

so why the hell is he going back?

before he knows it, his feet have led him to the store, he’s gotten some dorayakis—those make mikey feel good, so they should work—and his dirty boots are in front of the bushes again. to his luck (or not, he doesn’t even know what he’s doing), they’re still there. their cries are quieter, almost a silent whine, but their chest still heaves up and down.

“hi,” he greets, albeit grudgingly. an amused smirk forms in his lips when they jump and look at him like a deer in the headlights, fangs on full display, “i don’t know why i’m back, don’t ask,” he groans, taking a seat criss crossed in front of them, “but i bought food. a friend of mine really likes these, they can get him from 0 to 100 with one bite. and food solves all problems.”

their eyes watch him, curiosity swirling inside. this stranger just saw them crying and brought them food. maybe there is hope for humanity.

bro, you chose the wrong person to think that about, but anyways.

a dorayaki later, silence is still engulfing them, but neither seem to mind, both in their own little world.

“so why were you crying?” he’s nosey, okay? emma hasn’t had tea to spill fora while, so he’s looking for his own.

“it’s pathetic,” they brush off, their voice now much clearer. baji enjoys it, it’s almost like a ray of sunshine sneaking from behind rainy clouds—a shy, dim one, but one, nonetheless.

“come on, i got you these fishies. you gotta tell me all your secrets now,” he teases, and there’s something about his scrunched nose and a raspy voice that elicits a small laugh from them.

“you promise not to laugh?” they arch a brow, “i will kill you if you do,” it’s baji’s turn to laugh heartily at the empty threat.

“delinquent’s honor,” he grins, displaying his canines again with a hand over his left chest.

“i finished my book and the ending made me cry,” they scoff a silent laugh at themselves, “it wasn’t even sad.”

“a book. why would you cry over a book?”

simple minded fool, never in tune with his emotions, of course he doesn’t understand. but that’s okay. they don’t mind, ‘cause they’ve found this dummy interesting, even if he doesn’t understand the power words hold, the pleasure a good book gives someone as they immerse into the story, a journey of emotions as you read on.

baji is glad they find him interesting enough to get him pop tarts another day, shying away from his smug stare while they wait for him to get to the bottom of his apartment building’s stairs. he finds them curious. a weird little creature he wants to study, search for answers to the questions he has about them. none of them have answers yet, but he doesn’t seem to mind. it’s entertaining to seek for them.

he's glad he didn’t make a run for it. turns out, the blazing car wasn’t preferred after all.

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[yanderederee]

SocialCues

a/n: Been feeling a little down lately.. very self-comfort, but I hope anyone else who has deep rooted anxiety and poor social skills can appreciate this…

cw: depictions of bullying and self-degradation/anxiety. Angst/Comfort

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Why did this always happen? How, even?

You seriously couldn’t wrap your head around how you always found yourself in these damned situations…

After being left alone at your desk, you quietly listened as the classmate who had just walked away whispered to themselves.

“What a freak…”

What did you even do? A freak? You were rightfully polite and pleasant, just as you always have been.

Did you say something wrong? Something weird? All you did was ask your classmate about their dog. Out of all the subjects you were taught to bring up in conversation, pets and hobbies were a universal win. (Strictly of the other person, because if you started going on a rant about your own pet or hobbies, you would make the person feel awkward and at a loss for words.)

How is it you always had a way of making everyone you talk to feel so awkward and bored?

But it was so lonely being forced into submissive quietness. You may have hated that more than the quiet glares of others. So still, you try to do your best and talk to people.

But only after a month of trying, it was evident that others were beginning to avoid you. To avoid talking to you. Avoiding eye contact.

You repeated what you’ve been told over and over again.

Saying less is more.

Use considerate language; words and phrasings.

Don’t make the conversation about yourself.

Avoid too specific points of conversation.

Read their facial expressions.

If they look desperate to leave, end the conversation quickly as to not bother them further.

Maybe being too conscious of what you said was your downfall?

But seriously, what else could you do? If you tried being casual, you make it awkward. If you tried too hard, you make it awkward. And if you don’t try at all, you force yourself into isolation.

Once lunch time rolled around, you started your way to the bathrooms to wash your hands before eating. How could you eat when your hands were covered in eraser shavings and lead stains? However, just at the threshold of the bathroom entrance, you could hear a conversation.

“L/n just doesn’t know when to shut up, does she?”

“Seriously! I can’t even get in a word with her!”

“Really? I just felt like she wasn’t even there when I tried talking to her! Like, she was waiting for me to ask her questions or something.”

“She asks way too many questions, like, why are you so obsessed with me?”

“She doesn’t really have much of a personality, I can’t stand people like that!”

“I dunno, I just can’t stand her.”

Honestly, they were pretty loud. People around the bathroom could definitely hear whoever it was talking.

You honestly didn’t even know how to react.

Maybe this was a good thing? At least this way you knew what you were doing wrong. Unfiltered criticism on how you could do better. So silently, you stood and listened.

It really hurt, hearing people talk about you like this. But it was your fault in the first place. Suck it up. Do better. Be better.

Holding back your tears, you fidgeted with your fingers. It was no good. You were bound to burst out in tears at any second.

“Oi.” Out came a sudden call. Startled, your heart leapt out of your chest. Looking up, you saw your classmate, Baji Keisuke, holding three filing boxes of what you assumed to be pre-graded tests and other miscellaneous paperwork. “Lend me a hand, would ya? Teach wants these taken to the teachers lounge before lunch’s over.”

It took you a few seconds to properly register that he was actually talking to you. Though it was hard to tell, given his huge thick rimmed glasses. Once it finally clicked that he was actually talking to you, a wave of embarrassment hit you hard.

“Me? Oh, uhh… o-okay.” You agreed slowly, looking at your dirty hands. You guessed it would be more suitable to wait to wash your hands after carrying a dusty box. Somewhat relieved, you nodded and walked over to your black haired classmate, gingerly shifting the top most box out of his face, into your grip. “Just this one is fine, or should I grab another..?”

You began to ask, until you were met with awkward silence.

SHIT. YOU DID IT AGAIN? Already? Embarrassed to the point of tears, you started down. “S-sorry, dumb question.”

Your classmate seemed disgruntled at your comment. Self pity never looked good. You were just digging yourself into a more massive hole. Just shut up and take the boxes.

Lift your fair share.

Almost forgot that rule.

Just as you went to shuffle the second box out from his grasp, your class mate stepped back. “I got these, just the one is fine.” He said.

“Just the one?” You asked.

“Yeah.. I mean, not to sound like an ass— I mean, um…” he clicked his tongue, trying to think of a better way to rephrase his comment.

“You can say ass, I don’t care.” You giggled quietly. You were faking it a little, what with how shot your confidence was already. But it was cute watching Baji flounder for the right words.

“Right. What I mean is, I’m probably stronger than you are, carrying these isn’t any issue. I just needed help with the third one since it was blocking my view.”

That made sense. He was damn near a foot taller than you after all. And he didn’t seem to struggle with the load in strength. Your silence made your classmate a little on edge.

“I ain’t trying to call you weak or anything. Shit. Just.. lets go.” He huffed before starting his way to the stair case.

Following close behind, you were scrambling your head with how to reply. Do you need to reply? But he sounded a little unsure of his own phrasing, sometimes validation was good for these kinds of situations.

‘It’s okay, I didn’t think you were calling me weak.’

Simulating the conversation in your head, you give up, rationalizing that your comment would more than likely go unanswered anyway.

Lost in these thoughts, you trailed behind Baji silently.

That’s right.

When it doubt, just be quiet. Just. Be quiet.

And it seemed your classmate was content with this as well.

Just as you were rounding the stairs, you were suddenly overwhelmed by a group of boys roughhousing with one another, laughing and unbothered. Before you even had the chance to move out of their way, a boy had rammed into your side hard. This caused for a series of unfortunate events.

Being as you were just making your way down the stairs, this rash shove caused you to lose your balance, trip over your feet, and topple forward. It wasn’t pretty. You definitely did at least one summersault on your crash down, the box of papers you held flying everywhere. What would have made it worse was if you had crashed into Baji on your way down, but luckily for both of you, he had walked at a much quicker pace, and had already reached the bottom of the staircase before your topple.

It was dead silent. Luckily, there weren’t too many students around, but there were enough. The boys looked back to one another, contemplating if they could just run off before you realized who they were, stay and help, or even apologize. You were the weirdo of their class after all, it’s not like these kinds of things didn’t just… happen.

“The hells your guys’ problem, huh?!” Baji yelled. It was really loud, louder than you’d ever heard him before. “Got a death wish or somethin’? Help pick this shit up, now!”

Hell with his reputation, this shit pissed him off way more than his tempter would allow him to suppress.

“R-right!” The boys who’d bumped into you nodded and scrambled to pick up all the scattered papers. “And apologize!” Baji yelled a second time, furious that they hadn’t even considered to do that first.

“We’re really sorry!! We weren’t looking, it was an accident!! We’re sorry!” They groveled low to the ground as they cleaned up the mess of their own making.

Baji huffed, but seeing as they were doing exactly as he told, he let it be for now. He sat his own boxes down gently, squatting over to help you up. “Hey, you okay?” He asked.

“No—“ you snapped in a sarcastic tone, but it was only out of bubbling up frustration and humiliation. Clearing out your throat, before he would reply, you started to pick up the papers scattered at your bruised knees. “Yeah, sorry. I’m okay; just didn’t expect it.. sorry I dropped the box. Sorry.” You repeated quietly, head hung low.

You only ever made trouble. If you’d just moved out of the way faster, you wouldn’t have messed up so harshly. Even if they were clearly in the wrong, if you’d just caught your footing instead of tripping, none of this would have happened.

“Come on, these bastards can take the rest from here.” Baji glared while his glasses slipped past his nose, leaving each boy trembling in fear. “W-we’ve got it from here..” One nodded in defeat.

Baji grabbed your shoulders, you rushed you to your feet. “Don’t worry about this, ‘going to the nurse.” He had an aura of order around him while helping you down the remaining stairs. “It’s okay, you don’t have to walk me..” you mumbled, not even sure it was worth going to the nurse for anyway. All you did was fall.

“You’ve got a few knots, and a lot of bruising. You should really be put on ice.” Baji looked you over as the two of you walked. “It had to of hurt. Seriously, those guys should have been looking where they were going. Don’t worry about it though, I’ll make sure they properly apologize again later.”

You chuckled humorlessly, and waved him off, eyes still glued downcast. “It’s not that big of a deal. It was an accident.”

“Accident or not, they’re gonna pay.” He muttered. “Sorry to trouble you, you’d probably have been better off if I just took the boxes all myself.”

“No worries, I wanted to help.”

Once you reached the nurse, Baji stopped you before going in. “You’re L/n, right?”

“Y-yeah, Y/n L/n… I sit in the front, a few rows to the right of where you sit.”

“Right. Sorry bout that again, I’ll let the teacher know you’ll be back a little later than lunch, so don’t sweat hurrying back. Just take your time.”

When was the first the anyone was this considerate of your wellbeing? Sure, it was a common courtesy, but it was still out of the norm. He gave a final look over of you, he seemed to narrow his brows further. “Well … I’m off. Seriously, take it easy.” He waved, and stepped back, waiting for you to enter.

“Right… thank you, Baji.” You have a slight bow before escaping into the nurses office.

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You were so tired. Maybe it would be best to let it go. Just accept you weren’t able to make friends. Finally accept something was actually wrong with you, and just stop trying.

Murmurs about your little fall were the talk of the class after lunch. Apparently the guys who bumped into you were actually pretty popular. Spreading misinformation about what happened, and making you out to be the bad guy. Seriously, what did you ever do to them? It wasn’t fair.

Overwhelmed, the end of the day came, and it was becoming impossible to tune out all 20 different conversations happening simultaneously as students filed out of the classroom. You bit your tongue and waited. The room would become empty before too long.

One by one, everyone left. And you were finally left alone. Finally. The weight of the day finally began to settle in the newfound quietness.

You quietly laid your head down on your desk, and held your arm sleeves tightly. Just breath. Why is it no matter what, you always make things worse? It was so suffocating, you didn’t even realize how harsh your breathing had become. Tears burned your eyes, and suddenly you couldn’t hold it back anymore. Openly sobbing into your sleeves, you huddled in upon yourself closer.

This sucked! What the hell! You didn’t do anything wrong! So why…

It didn’t do any good to think about it further than that. All thinking did was make it worse. Stop thinking. Just pretend like it didn’t happen. Pretend like you don’t hear anyone when they talk behind your back anymore. Pretend like your knees don’t hurt, like your feelings weren’t crushed. No one cared anyway. Suck it up.

Do better. Be better. Stop crying. Stop—

“Hey…” you heard a soft voice call out beside you. Your breath hitched. Was the classroom not empty? Did you seriously start crying in front of someone like that? This had to be the worst day.

You felt something cold touch your shoulder, and what you can only assume to be a juice box plopped down on your desk.

You didn’t lift your head. Soon to follow, the slight screech in a chair pulled out beside you, and the shifting of clothes. “Leave me alone…” you said softly; hoarsely.

“I thought about it… but it kinda seems like you could use a friend.” Wait, you recognized that voice. Ever so slightly, you turned your head to the side, and peeked past your hair to see Baji sitting slouched and wide legged beside you.

Still, you couldn’t let him see you like this. Rubbing your eyes against the material of your sleeve, you mumbled again. “It’s okay. You really don’t have to do all that.”

He was quiet. You were hopeful that he wouldn’t push the pity treatment further. The juice box was enough. It was thoughtful, and sweet. He was trying. But it was unnecessary. You’d forget about today soon enough.

Baji wasn’t sure what he should do. Maybe he should just leave you alone. He wasn’t really that good at comforting people, and you really didn’t seem in the mood to talk.

He’d never talked to you before today anyway.

Yet he couldn’t find it in himself to do it.

Anytime your name was brought to mention, it was always some bullshit gossip he never cared to listen to. You kept a low profile and seemed to always have a cheery aura about you. Those rumors were just that, rumors. It kind of reminded himself of when people would mumble about him behind his back when he first got held back. Sure, everything that everyone said about him was true, about being a delinquent, or being dumb. But it didn’t seem that way with you.

“People are assholes and just say shit to make you feel bad about yourself. I’m friends with a bunch of weirdos— some real freaks, so I can confidently say you aren’t as weird as people make you out to be.”

Well, it was a nice thought, if anything else. You giggled, sniffling a last few times before turning away from Baji, and wiping your face clean. You faced forward, a guilty smile decorating your features.

Baji Keisuke wasn’t ever really one to notice a person’s appearance, not for girls anyway. Yet he couldn’t help but admire you. Maybe it was the puffiness of your eyes and lashes, all clumped up together in wet mattes. Or maybe it was the gentle smile of giving up that twisted his heart into feeling like he should help you. To get closer to you.

“H-here.” Baji stuttered, and held out his glasses to you. “I don’t actually need them, they’re just for show. You were trying to hide you were crying, right?”

You blinked suspiciously at him, who was a little red faced and shifting of his own gaze. Was he trying to be considerate? Either way, it made you laugh. “Why do you wear them if you don’t need them?” You took the bait, and reached out for the plastic glasses.

“Well, I’ve been told I can look, intimidating, kinda. Like I’m always glarin’ or something. S-so, I guess that’s why?” He couldn’t exactly tell you he didn’t want to be recognized for being Tokyo Manji Gang’s first division captain.

“That so?” You played along, putting the glasses on in playful banter. “Huh, you’re right. They’re fake.” You smiled, and looked back over at Baji. Immediately, Baji broke out into a fit of laughter.

“Bwaaahaha! What the hell! You look so dorky!” He toppled onto himself, holding his side. You immediately followed his fit of laughter, kicking the chair below him. “I look dorky? Speak for yourself poindexter! You’re the one who looks goofy on the daily!”

Normally, those comments would cause Baji to roll his eyes, but with how lighthearted the air was, it only managed to make him laugh harder.

It felt good, laughing so hard with someone. A stranger even. “Alright, come on’, I’ll treat you to some ramen. You had to skip out on eating lunch since I asked you to help me right? You gatta be starving.” Baji offered, hoisting himself up and out of his chair, pushing it in.

“Well…” you thought about it. You’d hate to put him out and cause anymore unnecessary trouble. Yet, for once, you felt like you understood the social cues going on around you. Being able to relax, smile and laugh with someone, and they offer to take you out for food? Would it really be a bad thing to accept?

“Sure…”

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[skelliko]

★-Tokyo revengers

-how'd they comfort you when you're crying,

๑-featuring: kazutora, chifuyu, Baji

°- Kazutora hanemiya

• he wouldn't know what to do at first, he'd stand/sit there staring at you with a neutral expression for a good minute, on the outside it'd seem like he was silently judging you- which he was for a brief moment thinking your weak before it actually clicked into him that your upset and that he's being a major dick rn

• him trying to comfort other people made him uncomfortable more than he first thought it would, boy hardly ever got that sort of comfy treatment so having to comfort you when he doesn't even know what comfort feels like. it's like putting a cold blooded reptile in the cold and expecting it to survive

• but after a short while he seemed to get the hang of it after he'd ask you stuff like "what happened/ what's wrong?" to then "who made you cry?" if you didn't give a direct response

• would give slight touch like pat's or rubs on the head or arm and would hesitate in hugging you, though if you hug him first he'd give in and hold you tight and close to him like your the last pillow in the entire world and that's when he starts to act more protective of you

• if the reason is because of another person kazutora would hold in on the hug for a minute longer before getting up without a word to look for his ass. he won't even say anything about it but it was clear as to what he was gonna do, you could try and make his stop but he wouldn't care, he'd do his own thing in what he feels to be the right solution

• despite knowing what kazutora was gonna do you'd find out the results on your own by seeing 'that person' in school or in public and their face is all bruised, and if anything else probably in a cast too.

• kazutora definitely took his anger out on the person when he first heard that they were the cause for your tears

• the next day/days he wouldn't bring it up, and if you tried to he would quickly shut it down and say not to bring it up or avoid it by bringing up a previous conversation but doesn't add anything new to the subject and just repeats things he's already said

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• if the reason is cause of a bad mood, mental health or anything of the sort that is out of his range then he'd just stay with you keeping you close by and play with your hair while softly ranting about his day trying to calm you down to stop you crying

• he'd move positions so that the side of your back would be slightly resting against his chest and kept you physically close, the side of his head resting against yours and at the corner of your eye you could occasionally see him staring at you, its hard to tell what he was thinking but he had good intentions

• he'd whisper sweet things about you in hopes of possibly helping you but he'd be a little hesitant in the first place of that idea since he's not the sappy type.

• he'd mention a few off things about himself and his own bad moods in hopes of giving you that sense of understatement. maybe just being able to relate to each other will give that comfort.

• despite his earlier hesitation in hugging you he would never give up a perfect opportunity to kiss you, whether its on the cheek, forehead or directly on the lips, in his mind something like that is smaller than a full on body to body hug,

• he'd hesitate in leaving you alone but after he does he doesn't bring the situation up at all and pretends like it never happened, though it is secretly stored at the back of my mind for a next time

°- chifuyu matsuno

• he'd freeze for a split second before immediately walking close up to you with a concerned expression on his face

• he's quietly repeat "it's okay, it's okay" while resting his hand on the side of your upper arms, though that was mainly to assure himself that your okay (since the boy was panicking a lot on the inside) before he'd ask if you're okay and if you're hurt or anything whilst bringing you into a hug and rub the back of your head to try and soothe you and your emotions

• his mind would be racing with all sorts of possibilities and reasons, his own overthinking made him worried and anxious and even angry at the thought that another person had made you upset enough to cause tears

• he'd talk in a soft voice at first but then he'd get a little lower if you haven't given an answer yet to his previous questions "I need to know what happened" almost protective but also a little impatient so that his own emotions don't swallow him

• if someone was the cause of your tears he wouldn't know what to do, not in a way that he was clueless but he didn't know if he should go after the person or stay with you, he wanted to do both at the same time

• but soon enough he knew your emotions were important to deal with than hunt down some guy

• he'd try to cheer you up by saying dumb little jokes or stories to you that he made up in hope of you getting to smile or laugh even if it'd be for a short moment, however it's his smile that usually works but he doesn't know that and always assumes his humour did the trick

• he'd compliment you in any way he could but not shower you in compliments, just something small like "your hair's really pretty by the way"

• once you've calmed down and grown slightly apart from the hug, before leaving he'd double make sure you're okay and give a quick and gentle kiss on the cheek before parting away

• the second he's away from you he's ringing his friends up to find any other information about he person but did the beating up himself, he wouldn't go gentle on the person at all, chifuyu would make sure to leave him sorry

• after the beating he wouldn't say anything about it but he would hint it by 'accidentally' showing his slightly bruised knuckles to you making you ask what happened even after knowing he gets into many fights and from there on he'd subtly mentioned that he went after the guy that hurt you

• he wants to be appreciated and show off in a positive way 'like look I gave him what he deserved' and sure enough, he very much is appreciated, though he was ever so slightly nervous to think that you wouldn't have approved of it which was why he was kind of subtle about it

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• if the reason for your tears is cause of a bad mood, mental health or anything out of his grasp he'd stay with you for as long as you needed him to with no complaints or second thoughts

• he'd do the same thing as he did with the jokes and stories in hopes of seeing you smile and even raise your cheeks up to slightly force you to smile and it usually would work since it would cause small laughing fits

• he would say he needed to leave and would do a whole parting act but would come back after 5 minutes with your favourite snacks in his hands as a small suprise for you and would end up staying until he actually needed to leave which was a good few hours later

°- baji keisuke

• he'd think carefully on how to go by the situation, though the first thought he had was that someone made you cry, the boy will always find any sort of excuse to punch someone

• he'd calmly walk up to you with open arms and wrap them around you keeping you close to his chest and speak lowly and quiet but due to him being so close to your ear it was loud and clear, "who do I have to beat up?"

• would gently rock you side by side when hugging you

• if the reason for why you're crying is because of someone else then his hug will tighten a little but not enough to hurt you, anger will rise up immediately and it'd be quite obvious since he doesn't exactly try to hide it, he'd do a little, angry yet 'i understand' hum listening to you talk about the shitty person

• though he doesn't leave straight away to beat the person up as he'd wish he could, he'd make sure to stay with you for a good few more minutes or even a few hours, as long as you needed him to stay he would

• before leaving he'd give a small and quick kiss on the temple

• we all know Baji can knock someone unconscious with just one punch, however he'd make sure that wouldn't happen as he'd want to make the person suffer a little (a lot) for causing you any sort of harm, making them unconscious wouldn't be enough and it'd give them an easy way out since their just a sleep and the only downside they'd have is waking up to a purple face and a skull cracking headache, they need to be awake through it all not a sleep like a baby.

• after Baji beat the person up he took an hour to himself to calm down from it and wash up his bloody hands before coming back to you with a sly grin, "he's all delt with sweetheart" as if he's proud of it (he is)

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• thought if the reason is cause of a bad mood, mental health or anything of the sort that is out of his range he'd make sure it'd be in his range in a positive way by helping you

• he'd calm you down first with his words and actions, keeping you close and whisper sweet words that could also make you both flustered and laugh

• once you're calmed down a little from the tears he'd take you out on his motorbike for a calming ride to let your mind wander away from the negativity and instead focus on Baji and the surroundings

• bit less than half way through the motorbike ride he'd speed up but not in a way that could put you in danger but enough to feel the wind hit you through your clothes and be faster than most cars around you. he does motorbike rides when he himself is upset so he knows exactly how to calm you down by doing the same.

• he loves the feeling of your arms around his torso to keep you in place on the bike, part of the reason why he took you out.

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[pinkienoobie]

● WHEN THEY SEE YOU CRYING ● TOKYO REVENGERS BOYS ●

Characters: Manjiro Sano/Mikey, Hanma Shuji, Keisuke Baji

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Author note: I have made a part-2 of this scenario so please check that out too.

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Manjiro Sano

You were curled up in your blanket when he saw you. "Y/N..." he said softly as he sit beside you. His eyes widened when he heard your sobs. He didn't said anything because he understands that you need space. After some time he hugged you. "If there is anything bothering you you can tell me Y/N". He asks if you want to go out. If you say yes then he will buy you snacks and take you on a date to comfort you. If you said no then he'll try to make your favourite food at home, watch movies with you and cuddle as he comfort you.

Hanma Shuji

"Babe are you crying?" he said hugging your curled up figure. "Hey babe you know I hate it when you're sad so please stop crying". You came out of the blanket and hugged him tightly. He rubbed your back and whispered sweet things in your ears. Once you finally stopped crying took you for a walk outside and hold your hands.

Keisuke Baji

When he hears you sob he will panic. He had not comforted someone before but he will try his best. Says things like "Whoever has made you cry is going to get his bones broken" or "Should I call my gang to beat up your bully". Is going to shower you in kisses and cuddle you. "Hey Y/N want to eat some Yakisoba?". He will feed you with his hands and will playfully tease you.

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[h3yl4dies]

Harsh Apologies 🦋

Summary : you were in a poly relationship with Baji and Chifuyu, but recently Baji died from the latest fight toman had, the day after bajis funeral, you saw Chifuyu sitting outside alone crying as you tried to comfort him but he let out his anger instead.

Warnings ⚠ : cussing, mentions of deaths, harsh words and arguments!!!

Type : Summary Writing

Pairing : Toman!Chifuyu x f!reader

It was the day after Baji's funeral, you were frustrated about 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. You didn't knew how to keep up with your emotions and your work after your boyfriend recently died because of his shitty gangs involving him. The rain was heavy, raindrops streaming everywhere as you glared out of the window trying to get things off your mind, the thunderstorms were loud and heavy, you deeply 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 him. 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘺.

For a while you zoned out suddenly you heard someone open the entrance of the door of your house, snapping your thoughts away as you turned your attention to the sound of the door opening, you changed your glares as you walked downstairs to see who it was. It was Chifuyu.

"m-matsuno! Are you okay? Where had you been?" You said as Chifuyu grabbed a small towel to wipe all the rain that had gotten him wet, "yeah, I am fine" Chifuyu said as he still wasn't looking at you, continuing wiping the rain that gotten all over his jacket.

"Let me clean you up" you said as you walked towards him, "no, just go do your thing" Chifuyu said as he finally glared at you, there was something weird you felt when you saw his eyes, it didn't looked happy at all.

"W-why not chifuyu? Look.. I know its hard since baj-" before you could finish your sentence, chifuyu shot you with a glare he had never gave you before. "I am sorry y/n but please stop mentioning about him, I do. Not feel good at all, please" chifuyu said as he lowered his hand with the small towel

"But matsuno!! I know you aren't feeling well so let me help you!! " you yelled as he walked away slowly, "fuck off y/n. Please I need some time alone. " he said as he took a cup and filled it with water, still glaring at you as you lowered your head. "Fine. I am going out" you said as you grabbed your purse

"Where the fuck do you think your going? " chifuyu said as he let go of the cup he we'd holding, "somewhere" you said as his eyes widened, "your not going anywhere, it's raining and it's dangerous, you didn't even mentioned anything about going anywhere today. " chifuyu strictly said as he glared at you.

"You didn't say when you were going out either.. Chifuyu.. " you said as tears formed in your eyes "where the hell were you at?.. Did you know how fucking concerned I was for you..? " you said another sentence as tears streamed down your cheeks as Chifuyu trembled a bit. "I am sorry baby, I just felt so stressed when we lost baji, I can't afford losing you again y'know? Your 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦. " Chifuyu said as he slowly walked towards you spreading his arms and hugging you tightly as you continued to cry.

Maybe, you couldn't blame him either, 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦-𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳.

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[hcdragonwrites]

Home (a jttw fanfic- @journey-to-the-au )

Inspired by @journey-to-the-au artwork. Here is the art -

This is a POV thats gender neutral and meant to let you slide into the comfort of found family. So. Enjoy!

The sun was just settling down for the night. It cast its scarlet hues across the earth, through the trees and over the sky. It painted in water colors a twilight so full of hues to rival any master artist in the capitals of the Empire left behind so far back.

The road had been long today, the rocky mountains pass full of dust that Ba Longma tossed with his hooves and the rest of the pilgrims stirred. The mountain dust covered you, the sun had baked you, and you felt like a steamed bun. Since joining the little group of travelers you had seen fantastical things: fruit in the shape of babes, demons who could shape change, gods who could cast helpful or harmful hands.

You had been part of schemes, of fights, of plots, and of mediations between the pilgrims. It had been a long several years of hardship and laughter, of sorrow and joys. You had earned your place among the pilgrims. The respect of Tripataka who appreciated having another level head among them. The sibling like rivalry between Bajie and Wukong and their antics of pranks, trickery and teasing. Wujie and you had respect and kindness grown from the shared love of silent peace and tea. He was more of an uncle, this ex general, than anything you had experienced before.

And Ba Longma? The dragon horse may not say much but he loves to take a bit of clothing and chew contentedly on you. He would try and swish flies from your face and, if you came back with a bit of fruit or a sweet, he always had his ears forward and was wickering in excitement. The pilgrims held affection for you. Some as a elder sibling would to a younger, others as a father or grandpa to a relative.

“Let’s rest here for the night.”Tripataka relented and you practically fell onto the nearest rock. Your feet aches your legs cramped, and you felt dusty as if you had been rolled in flour.

You played your part. You set up the bed rolls along with Wujie. You gathered water with Wukong, who would not let you carry a thing- he just wanted to have someone to chatter to about the day. Ba Longma was brushed down and settled with oats and an apple that Wukong had begged off of the last villagers. As Bajie cooked the rice you sat with Tripataka, learning as much as you could of the scriptures he so adored and read over. They were worn with use and love.

Full bellies around a fire as the breeze of spring still ran chill in the air. The fire cast shadows dancing up the little alcove of rock and grasses that made up the clearing of the camp. You stretched and yawned.

First watch was yours this night- and if you didn’t prop yourself up against the rough looking stone and get into the most uncomfortable position, you would fall asleep. Warm food and good camaraderie always were a balm to the soul. It wasn’t this peaceful. Sometimes Wukongs pranks would go to far. Some nights Bajie have into his earthly hungers and wanted to cling to missing meats and the comfort of women. Tripataka may be disquieted on the prospect of the journey or Ba Longma may have taken to irritableness at the length of the day.

You were all people- having come together for one common purpose, from a multitude of backgrounds. It was bound to happen that harsh words were said, tempers flared, and feelings were hurt.

The pilgrims were a family in a sense. The strangest family perhaps, but still a family.

You yawned again, feeling the fires warmth at your back growing distant with each step. You muttered something- something along the lines of tired, of longing for sleep- and you did not realize the mistake.

For Wukong, ever vigilant to all things, had heard your mumbling and had perked. His ears twitched, his tail swayed and his smile became sly.

“Tired you say?” The Sages voice was light and lilting, playful in tones that you knew meant mischief was afoot. You turned to see the monkey come up behind you.

“Wukong…” you half asked, half stated his name. He held his arms open like he was offering a hug.

“Bajie.” The sage asked his brother, who blinked bakc to waking. “Don’t you think our little Sibling deserves some rest ?”

The pig demon looked between you and Wukong and sensed a game was to be played. Sometimes the other disciple was in direct opposition. Other times he was just as wily as the old stone monkey. Tonight it seemed he was of the former.

“I saw our fellow Sibling stumble much on the trail. In fact,” Bajie held up a hand, counting on his fingers, “I saw them stumbled a total of twelve times.”

“Brother Wujie…” Wukong turned his eye on the other disciple. The River demon huffed.

“They should not be the one to take the first watch.” Wujie tapped the side of his teacup, holding it out to blow the steam away. “For there steps today have been weighed down with many a rough and sleepless night.”

“It is settled then—“ Wukong held his arms out, stepping closer. “Come give your Elder a hug.”

You turned to Trip, entreating the monk. Whatever game Wukong was playing, you did not want a part in. You had first watch. It had been decided the day before. It was non negotiable.

Tripataka opened an eye, looking at his disciples and the advancing elder on the youngest of the group. He simply closed his eye.

“I cannot have the younger wearing themselves out.” Was that the faintest hint of a smile ? Wukong stepped closer and you stepped back. You knew the monkey wouldn’t hurt you. But — he was planning something. Ba Longma snorted at your look, flashing his teeth in a horsey grin as if saying I agree !

Of course - even though it was foolish- you turned to run. A playful run because there was no threat of danger- just of capture. Bajie chortled as Wukong leapt. Of course he chased you around the camp. As you played a musical game of keep away the others smiled. You dodged behind the monk, danced a ring around the fire, tired to throw Bajie at the impish monkey.

Wukong was toying with you- enjoying the play. These games reminded him of home- you reminded him of home. The willingness to cause mischief but remain firm when it went too far- the want to tell jokes and tease and taunt along with him- it all reminded him of that beautiful mountain covered in the scents of ripening fruits and soft flowery fields. So of course he played chase, letting you slip and wear yourself out.

Wukong knew how to tend to children of all ages and he saw you as one of his own- one of his own family. He had knowledge of wearing littles out. He was a grandfather after all.

Then one stumble of your legs and he had grown larger then a bear and swooped. Suddenly you were rolled in fur and laughter as the Monkey king caught you up and settled. He held you like a babe, arms crossed over your middle and his eyes sleepily peaking from beneath lids. You pushed to get out, wiggled and wormed for a bit of give. There was none to be had.

Wukong blew air into your hair, tussled you and rolled, setting you and he within the ring of firelight.

“I think our little sibling should go to bed now don’t you brothers ?” An uproarious agreement from all- Even Trip who had been smiling at the antics- was heard. You argued that you were needed to take first watch.

Wujie rose. “I will take it.”

You tried to say you weren’t pulling your weight. To your surprise it was Longma who broke his horse silence with words.

“You pull more weight, carry more burdens, and lighten our days. Rest is what little we can give back for companionship.”

You flustered, faltered, and fell silent. Wukong simply poked your side and elicited more laughter.

“You won’t let me go even if I begged ?” You asked. The great monkey opened one large red eye, the golden iris like the flash of golden rings on a lady’s hand.

“No.” He mumbled then pulled you closer in, curling and blocking the world. The warmth of the fur was welcome- the spring still held winters teeth and tonight they sought to bite and drive frost across the ground. The great orange fur was soft, the heartbeat like the roar of an ocean calling you home. And, though you were grumpy to have your decision taken from you, you soon found that sleep was a greater enemy.

It won in the end, as your hands curled into the fur, pulled into the warm and beating safety that Wukong offered. Nowhere in the world was as peaceful or as full of gentle warmth as here. Among the pilgrims, on this strange and desolate mountaintop, you felt more at home and full of love then in any city, village, or palace you had crossed.

#hcwrites #writing stuff #hcfanfics #jttw au #jttw tag #sun wukong #jttw fanfic #THIS ONES PURE COMFORT #THANKS TO JOURNEY TO THE AU FOR THE INSPIRATION #I LOVE WRITING FLUFF #Tender care #friends treating others as family? YES PLS #Happy love ? #playful care ? yes #this is simple I legit wrote it up in like a hour or so #because that’s how fast brain fire goes man #jttw sun wukong #zhu bajie #Wujie #sha Wujie #did i make his name Wujie ? yeah #pftttt i didnt realize Till later PFTT #found family #comfort #yes it is comfy #this kinda stuff ? yes. love it #THANK YOU FLUFFS FOR THE INPIRSTIONS #tripitaka #ba Longma #journey to the au

[stxrmylxve]

Comforting Times

Notes:

GN!reader

everyone is aged up

use of pet names (vague)

tramatic event with izana’s

mentions of blood in kazutora’s

lots of crying-

𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓇𝑜 “𝓂𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓎” 𝓈𝒶𝓃𝑜

“What’s wrong (y/n)?” he asked as he opened his eyes to stare up at you from your lap where his head rested.

Your bottom lip trembled before replying with a quiet “nothing.”

Though the lip would go unnoticed by most, mikey has a keen sense of observation and he noticed it almost immediately. He didn’t say anything, words had never done anything for him in the past, he instead weaved his arms around your waist and sat there, face smushed against your stomach as you began to shed tears.

They were quiet, still full of pain, but quiet. You had been known to be a crybaby, but these weren’t the normal pained cries; they were comforted.

“Mikey, y-you don’t have to do this. I..I’m just a crybaby.” you choked out, but his hug only tightened around you, showing you that he cared no matter if you were a crybaby or not.

He sat there with you, you bawling while he just hummed your favorite song, allowing you time to let it all out. He knew what pain was, he was in it everyday almost, but his heart ached even more to hear your sobs as you babbled about the hardships.

if it had to do with someone, they were delt with

𝓇𝓎𝓊𝑔𝓊𝒿𝒾 “𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃” 𝓀𝑒𝓃

A blank expression camped your face as you watched a movie with draken. There was no emotion, dispite this being a movie that was your favorite to cry during. He knew something was wrong with you, but how did he ask about it?

He cleared his throat awkwardly, “baby?”

“Hmmm?” you hummed back as you sniffed, a stray tear falling as you side-eye him.

“S’mthin’ up at all or am I delusional?” he asks.

“Uhm.. no. I’m fine!” you played it off, laughing at your own stupidity as more tears began to fall.

“Woah woah hey, you alright?” he asks as he brings you closer to him, letting you rest your head on his chest as he rubbed circles on your back.

“Come on, talk to me. Please?” he asks, not pushing the matter too much, but still wanting you to be free of your emotions and a little more open with your feelings as a whole with him.

“later.” you wail out as rivers flow from your eyes, silent sobs erupting from his chest as he leans down and leaves a peck on your forehead.

“alright then.” he says with a sad smile as he pauses the movie and rubs your back comfortingly.

𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔬 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔶𝔲

“Peke J, sweetie, I’m back!” he calls as he closes the door, slides off his shoes at the door, and walks towards the kitchen to set down the bags in his hand from the convenience store.

There he found you, leaned over the counter crying, a pool of salty tears below you with Peke J beside you laying against your shoulder.

“Sweetie what’s wrong?!” he yells as he quickly puts the bags on the opposite counter and rushes over to you. this poor boy

“M-My.. phone.. look at i-it” you babble out between sobs as he reads over the texts, baffled and angered at the things said.

“Hun, you know those aren’t true. You know I mean it when I say you’re perfect. Especially for me and Peke J, right?” he says with a laugh as he rubs the cat’s head, then pats yours with a smile.

“Come on, don’t let them get to your head. They don’t know you like I do. Plus I got (favorite food) when I saw it at the store, it would be a shame if it went to waste..” he says with a sly grin as you wipe your tears and begin to straighten yourself for the food he had gotten.

“It won’t go to waste!” you say, laughing with him as you both unbag all of the food.

𝔰𝔥𝔲𝔧𝔦 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔪𝔞

Shuji walks into the door, wiping some blood of another onto his dark suit to not worry you. It was early morning, around 12:35am, but you knew he had business and as long as he woke up next to you the next morning, that is all you could ask for.

He checked on the couch to see if you were there, then the kitchen, then the bed.

“(y/n)? Where are you?” he yells through the house, but it remained idle and eerily quiet.

“shit. did that stupid gang get to them? I’ll beat their asses until-”

You came up behind him, hugging him from behind as you both stood there quietly. The tears stained his expensive suit, but he didn’t care. He turned around and places his hand on your back, moving his right hand which read “sin” up to pet your hair as you both swayed back and forth.

“What happened love?” he asks softly, almost a whisper, when your sobs began to quiet down.

“O-on the way home.. a gang. Said they knew you. I-I didn’t know what to do but they chased me all the way home. Kisaki is in the other room c-‘cause he had to help me home after they hit me.” you babbled out as his grip tightened on you for a second, anger pooling in his stomach.

“Did you get a description on them? or anyone?” he asks with a smile as he continues to pet your head, kisaki emerging from the balcony with a sigh.

“You know as good as I do that it is never smart to ask someone about a tramatic time right after it happens” kisaki deadpans with a scowl as he came up to pat you on the back before walking past you both.

“Do anything to them and I will get the gang on you.” kisaki muttered under his breath as he walks out, making hanma break out into a shit-eating grin.

“of course I won’t, no flying fuck will ever hurt them. ♡”

𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔫𝔞 𝔨𝔲𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔞𝔴𝔞

(this one is more intense and longer bc.. plot 😃)

“Ran, I swear to god. Put down your baton and stop beating that guy up. He’s already finished, stop beating a dead horse and come on before we get caught.” Izana yelled as Ran sighs and folds his baton up, shoving it in his pocket before jogging to join the gang to look at the aftermath.

“Theres a few still up. Who are they fighting though? Never seen them before..” Rindou thinks out loud as he taps his heels against the cargo container as Izana reverts his attention to the fight.

There were two men ganged up on you, and you had the upper hand as they had already been beaten by others, but you could only fight for so long before even the best could tire out.

“Leave me alone! I just want to talk to him!” you yell as you get knocked down, your back faced to Izana’s gang as the two men inched up on you.

“You interviened with our fight, let our opponent get away, and you want to get away? Not happening sweetheart.” the men said as one of them grabbed you by the neck, lifting you up above their heads to where you were dangling at their mercy. Tears started to fall as your hands battled their strong ones, but their grip only tightened around your neck.

“is that (y/n)?” Rindou asks, but Izana had already jumped down and was running full force towards the two men, Ran right behind him to take out the other one with his baton.

“LET THEM GO!” Izana yelled as he landed a punch deadset on the man’s temple, knocking you out of his grip as you fell down and held your throat, gasping for sweet air you had been without.

You curled up as you listened to Izana and Ran beat up the two men, groans filling the air as they were beaten with the baton. Something was feral about the two, maybe because of what the other gang had done to you, but they cared about you a lot.

“(y/n)? c’mon, lets go. You don’t need to see this.” Ran said as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. As you looked up, you could see Izana perched over the man that had held you, bashing his face in even more than it had been before. mikey stan??

Later on he arrived home, later than both of you would have liked, but he arrived in one piece and with the strength you had felt from those two from your small brawl, you were overjoyed he was home.

“Hey.” he said simply as he put his shoes up and sat next to you on the couch, tilting your head up to examine your neck for marks or bruising so far.

“I’m fine now. I was just.. coming to see you. And when I saw you guys, I didn’t see them. I just.. wanted to see you. Not get you into a fight. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten involved, I’m so stupid.” you ramble about as you tucked your head into your hands, ashamed of yourself more than anything along the lines of being sad or hurt.

“Oh come on, we both know you aren’t stupid. I’m stupid, I should have quit the gang when I became involved with you. I knew it would catch up to us. If any of them ever come after you again, I’ll bash their heads in-”

“Izana.”

“Sorry sorry, I just hate seeing you hurt because of me and my dealings. But if they touch you again-”

“Izana!”

𝔨𝔞𝔷𝔲𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔶𝔞

After mikey had beaten him up, he stumbled home by himself, hurt both physically and emocionally by the audacity and the emotionless beat from mikey.

As soon as he walked in, you went from your normal hug to rushing to get the medical kit for him. You were beyond worried, to the point you were scared of his besten state.

“Kazutora! What happened?!” you exclaim as he sits down on the couch, blood dripping from his nose onto his already stained pants.

“Mikey. He uh.. well we got in a fight.” he says after a while of being silent, which was due to the excruciating pain from the alcohol seeping into his skin as you cleaned up his face and body.

“I can tell that you idiot!” you exclaim as small tears form. There was no reason you were crying, but seeing him, well, anyone, like this was heartbreaking for you, especially when they were so special like he was to you.

“Woah, why are you crying? I should be more than you.” he questions as you rest your head on his shoulder to stabilize yourself.

“You’re just.. you don’t care that you’re like this. Doesn’t it hurt? To be like this? Bleeding and stumbling home?” you mumble as tears paint streaks down his shirt sleeve.

“Well yeah, of course it hurts,” he deadpans “but at least you’re the one bandaging me up instead of the medic at juvy. And even if I might not express it, I appreciate your hugs when I get home and I haven’t gotten mine yet.” he says with a dry laugh.

𝔟𝔞𝔧𝔦 𝔨𝔢𝔦𝔰𝔲𝔨𝔢

“What the hell happened?!” baji yells as he bursts into the bedroom, startling chifuyu and only making you cry harder than you had been.

“They uh..” chifuyu cleared his throat awkwardly “got a taste of a gang.”

Baji walked infront of you to get the full view of your temple with an ice pack on it while there were cuts and bruises littered on your skin throughout the rest of your body.

“The hell? Which gang chifuyu?” baji asks as he kneels down to place his hands on your knees in a sort of way to comfort your pain away.

“Valhalla. Met hanma, and you know how sadistic he is with people.” chifuyu says as he puts away his things into his bag and wraps up the first aid kit.

“Fucking hell. Thanks for bandaging them up for me, chifuyu. I’ll stop by your shop later.” baji says as he ducks his head, laying there on your thighs to ponder all the things he could do to Hanma.

“baji.. just don’t kill him, okay?” you say weakly with a strained smile as he sighs and smiles himself

“No promises, love.”

𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔦 𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔶𝔞

Mitsuya was expecting you to be at a party, but when his little sisters said you were in your shared room asleep, he couldn’t help but worry why.

“When did they get home?” he asks the girls.

Luna and Mana glanced at each other before shrugging and saying “dunno an hour ago?”

He sighed and went to his studio, placing down the bag of supplies there before walking to your room.

Opening the door, and there you were asleep, the outfit he had made for you laying on the floor ripped and stained with red. Your breaths were shallow, deep in slumber as he examined the outfit and then your sleeping figure.

“What trouble did you get into..?” he asks himself as he rubbed circles on your shoulder.

“I didn’t, they found me.” you replied groggily, taking mitsuya by surprise.

“Who exactly is ‘they’?” he asks as he looks back at the apparel on the floor next to the bed.

“mmm… what was the name..? said they were.. Moebius.” you said as you rubbed your eyes.

“Moebius? We delt with them a long time ago..” mitsuya says to himself as he looks back to you.

“Did they hurt you? What is the red?” he asks, motioning to the outfit’s evident coloring.

“No, they didn’t hurt me, just threw wine bottles at me. You can see one of them hit me in the gut.”

“I can tell. They won’t hurt you again, okay? Not on my watch they won’t. I’ll go after them a second time myself if I have to.”

𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔞𝔨𝔦 𝔱𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔞

“Hanma leave me alone. I’m going in here, I didn’t invite you. Why did you even walk me home?” he asks as he leans against the doorway.

“Well, I’m your assistant. It’s nice talking with you on the way home ♡”

“You know I’m fine without that so called ‘assistant’ to walk home, right?” kisaki deadpans.

“I didn’t want you getting hurt. Better to have protection.” hanma says with a grin as he towers over kisaki at the doorway.

”Disgusting.” kisaki says before slamming the door in hanma’s face, rubbing his temple as he walks towards the bathroom to freshen up.

“What is wrong with him..?” kisaki mutters to himself as he takes his glasses off and sets them on the counter before heading to the bathroom and splashing cold water on his face.

“How was work?” you ask, scaring the shit out of him as he meets eyes with you through the mirror.

“You saw me and hanma, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did. Kisa, is he more than you claim him to be as?” you ask with a quiver to your lip.

A long silence hangs in the air before a sigh is heard

“Why would I ever date that stupid giant, (y/n?)”

“Well he is always around, and not to be rude, but he loves up on you like he is personal with you. You barely allow me to be that close, and your assistant is up on you?” you exclaim, shocking kisaki with the sudden emotion eruption from you.

“I allow you be that close-”

“No you don’t, Kisaki.”

Now that was messed up. Kisaki? You hadn’t ever called him his real name since you started dating him a few years back.

“Just.. I don’t care anymore. Why can’t I do the things he does..? Hug you, pratically cuddle you, lean on your shoulder?” you ask quietly as your lip quivers even more. You held back tears, barely, but you did. You didn’t want him to see how jealous you were over a simple interaction, but it got to you.

His eyebrow arches somehow more than the mountains they already are as he turns to you fully as he wipes his hands off with a towel.

“You’ve been allowed to do that all this time, what made you think you couldn’t?”

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Hi! I kinda didn’t know what to do for a few tbh, but I powered through and got.. this? Should I make a part two??

Talk to me if you have a request! <3

(and yes, the dividers for each character are mine.)

I hope this doesn’t happen but please don’t reuse my works/translate them to other platforms! They’re mine and mine only, but you can use them for inspiration and credit me!!

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[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Crying rn, Baji was really just sitting there waiting for a chance to see Kazutora just so he could try and comfort him as much as possible. He's such a good friend

#HE JUST WANTS TO COMFORT HIS FRIEND #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #keisuke baji #kazutora hanemiya #tokyo revengers spoilers #spinoff spoilers

[softxsuki]

Hello, I’m.. new to this. But reading your works have comforted me … I know you have a lot on your plate, and I hope all is going well for you!! If you,,have the chance,, I’ve kind of.. not been doing well. At all. Haha,, I’ve been extremely suicidal.. for at least the past year. Everything has since fell apart. I’m not sure if this counts, but..it feels urgent, to me..?

My grandmother died, I lost my job due to my health declining so rapidly I physically could not manage. I’ve since applied to so many jobs.. absolutely no luck and.. I even lost my home. Im living with someone else’s parents, and I’m a child scared to leave their room all over again. I can’t eat unless food is in front of me, none of my friends are… good, at comforting, to say the least… I have well over 1K due for medical bills, and no one will even take me for an interview, so I can’t even pay off little by little. Lol..I pretty much moved out at 17 and have been surviving by myself for 6 years now.

Im so tired of surviving.

If.. if you don’t mind.. honestly I don’t even know what kind of scenario this would count as…. Baji has been my biggest comfort character as of late, and I.. well, would you mind,, possibly writing a scenario.. of reader who’s spiraled so far into these thoughts, and in the midst of a panic attack, attempts to.. stop surviving, if you catch my drift..

I know this is very personal, and I’m sorry to dump on you.. if you’re unable, all is well! Thank u for taking time to read my pity story haha.. <3

Baji Helps Suicidal Reader

****Please proceed with caution if mentions of suicide will be more harmful to you than beneficial.*****

Pairing: Baji x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of hopelessness, suicide attempt, crying, not being able to find a job, losing your home

Genre: Hurt Comfort

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: In which Baji shows up as soon as you attempt to take your own life.

[A/N: Hi darling, I'm so glad you found my blog and for feeling comfortable enough to bring your urgent request to me! I'm so sorry to hear what you've been through. I can't begin to imagine how you must be feeling. Though I've felt similarly about the the whole job thing. Places these days won't even give people a chance to show what they could do. I graduated from College and couldn't find work immediately. I'm still struggling to find a job in my field even now. I have a job at a bookstore atm, but it took a long time for me to get it. I think when they timing is right though, things will work out for us. We really just need to wait for things to happen and keep working for them! But you're also going through a lot of other situations as well, so my words probably aren't that helpful, so I'll leave that to Baji. I'm here if you ever need anyone to talk to though. I've been through moments of hopelessness and feeling like leaving this world was my only option, but I'm proof that things will change. There will always be times when we fall, but we can always get back up again! Anyway, I'll shut up now and let you read. I hope it provides you with even just a tiny bit of comfort <3 i love you, hopefully we can talk again soon, you sound very sweet!

Side note: I wasn’t sure if you wanted something platonic or if you wanted to be Baji’s s/o so I left that kinda ambiguous. You could read it either way!

Baji impatiently taps his foot, sitting on his bike outside your place. Where were you?

You had texted him earlier asking him to pick you up since the people you were living with weren’t home and you just needed to get out for a while. He came rushing over as soon as he had a chance and texted you upon arriving, but you weren’t answering his texts–you weren’t even reading them. 

He knew all about your situation in life and had tried his best to be by your side and show you the support that you deserved to have. He wasn’t perfect though, at times it was hard for Baji to truly put himself in your shoes and understand what you were going through.

Now though, he was worried. Why had you texted so desperately that you needed to get out of the house? Why weren’t you answering his texts now?

He turns his engine off and hops off the bike, walking briskly to your front door.

“Y/N! I’m here,” He bangs on the door, hoping you were just distracted and forgot to check your phone to see his texts.

But he’s met with silence. 

“Y/N!” He tries again, panic settling in the pit of his stomach and he bangs harder on the door–something wasn’t right.

He brings his ear to the door hoping to hear any sign of life and that’s when he hears it, the running of water and sobs from the other side. Gathering whatever adrenaline had been building up in him, he rams into the door, which luckily flies open from the impact. The sound of your sobs grows louder the closer he gets to you. You were in the bathroom.

The door is only a crack open, but he races toward the noise, slamming the door fully open and takes in your state; puffy eyes as tears run from them not that he could distinguish your tears from the hot water that was pouring on you from the shower-head. You were sitting in the tub, soaking wet with a bottle of pills in your hands.

Your breathing was erratic as you struggled to open the bottle, but Baji is quick to act. He’s in the shower with you in a second, the burning water scalding his body even through his jacket, but he doesn’t care since it’s now not hitting you anymore. He snatches the pills from your hands, throwing them out the bathroom door and into the hallway where you can’t see them. In your state of panic, you start to flail around, seeing that bottle as your only escape from the mental pain you were experiencing. He finally turns the water off and hoists you up, your attempts to push him away and hit him futile. His adrenaline is still high as he lifts you from the tub with ease and onto the bathroom floor where he plops down next to you, out of breath.

You can’t seem to calm your breathing down as you clutch your chest, searching all around you with wild eyes, looking for a way out. Anything to end your suffering–anything. But then you feel strong arms wrap around you in a hug. You beat down on his back, trying your best to shake him off you. Let go of me, you think to yourself. Maybe you meant it in a different way, Let me go. Let me be free from this pain. But deep down, you wanted him to continue to hold you in place.

“Y/N please-” His voice cracks, making you go still in his arms. What were you doing?

“Please, I’m here. You’re not alone, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere,” he cries, “So don’t leave me.”

The man who had nerves of steel was breaking right in front of you.

He held you tight, as if he was scared you’d just vanish between his fingers. 

What feels like hours passes by with you both still soaking wet on the floor, clinging to each other, but you slowly manage to calm your breathing and sobs thanks to Baji’s help. 

He had been silent the whole time, focusing on just making sure you wouldn’t try anything else while he was around.

“I’m sorry…” you finally say, resting your head on his shoulder, “I’m sorry you had to see me like this.”

He finally loosens his grip on you, but continues to hold you close, caressing your still damp hair, “Why?”

That was a great question. One you couldn’t answer in only a few minutes. Baji knew the basics of what you’d been through, but he didn’t know the turmoil of what you were going through internally–only externally.

“I’m just…tired. Tired of surviving, tired of suffering. I’m barely scraping by. Is this what life’s supposed to be like? I look around at all the happy faces. Everyone seems to be living the ideal life and I’m just here, so why should I bother to exist if I don’t matter.”

He takes in your words, thinking them over, probably repeating them over and over in his head.

“You matter,” he decides to say, “You matter so much. Even if you only matter to one person, isn’t that enough to keep trying? One person can eventually grow into two, and three, and so on.”

“Baji…you don’t know what it’s like. I’ve already tried for so long. It’s been six long years. I’ve tried to see the good in my situation for six years, and yet I only keep getting pushed farther and farther past my limit. I can’t find a job, and because I can’t find a job, I can’t pay off my debt. I’m living in a house that isn’t mine with people who aren’t my family. I’m alone,” you cry out.

By now you had freed yourself from Baji’s arms, but he reaches over and grabs your hand, squeezing it reassuringly, scared that you’d run away from him.

“But if you leave now how do you know that tomorrow won’t be the day that things change?” He asks you, “Look, I know I can’t ever fully understand what goes on through your mind or what you’ve been through up till this point, but you can’t know what your life will be like a few months from now–hell, not even a few days from now. Everything can change in a second, you just need to be around to experience it.”

He brings your hands to his lips, peppering tiny kisses to your knuckles.

“I love you, a lot Y/N. Too much to just let you leave like this. Let’s try focusing on today. Each day has its own troubles, so why should we think about the future and worry ourselves even more for problems we haven’t reached yet? We’ll cross those valleys when we get to them. Right now, I just want you to focus on yourself, getting back on your feet and in a better state of mind,” he tries to console you.

His words definitely reached you. Truth be told, you knew things could maybe change, but it was hard to move forward with such uncertainty. Why couldn’t you know what would happen with your life five years from now? 

“But what if things don’t change. I don’t want to live like this forever. I don’t want to suffer anymore,” you confess, hot tears running down your face.

Baji turns to face you, gently wiping your tears away.

“But what if they do? Don’t you want to stick around to find that out for yourself?” He asks.

You stop and think it over for a moment; a life where things finally turned around–you finally getting called in for an interview and getting a job, receiving an income and finally getting to pay your debts off. Having your own place where you felt comfortable and maybe starting a family of your own…yeah, that did sound nice. As impossible as that future sounded, it was something you craved.

“I guess I do,” you sigh, “Though I wish it could happen now.”

“I know. I wish it could happen now for you as well. I hate to see you suffer so much, but you’re not alone in this. I have your back. So let’s keep fighting okay? Together, let’s see it through till the end when things finally turn around for you.”

“Baji, you know I can’t just feel better overnight. I think I’ll be okay for today, but who’s to tell when I’ll spiral like this again.”

“Then I’ll be here to get you through it again.”

A wave of gratitude flew through you. You don’t know why Baji arrived on time when you were fully ready to leave this world a few minutes ago, but now you were thankful that he had stopped you. You didn’t want to hurt him or leave him alone, but you found a little ball of hope appearing in your heart. Though tiny, it was still present and you hoped it would continue to grow and become reality one day.

“I’ll try.”

“Good. Then shall we go? You said you wanted out of here for the day, right?” He goes right back to treating you like he usually would–something you were grateful for. You didn’t want him to walk on eggshells around you after witnessing you at your lowest moment.

“But we’re still wet,” you point-out, looking at his clothes that were still clinging to his body.

“The wind will dry us,” he heaves himself off the floor and holds a hand out to you, “Let’s go.”

You give him your hand as he helps you off the floor. What did you have to lose? At this point you didn’t care, you just needed to get your mind off everything.

Baji leads you out of the house, grabbing the bottle of pills on his way out and throwing them in his jacket pocket, making a mental note to discard them later. You walk past the open door with a lock that was now busted off the wall. You’d have to explain that to the people you lived with, but you’d face that problem when you got to it–just like Baji said. 

You hop on behind him on his motorbike as he passes you his helmet, making sure it’s securely on your head before he drives off. 

For just a moment, the wind seems to blow all the worries from your mind. With your arms wrapped tightly around Baji’s torso, you close your eyes and think of those better days he had spoken about.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to see if they could really happen…

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 2/15/2023

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[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

Look at how my tears ricochet.

(or the unoverse fic)

(part 1)

(subtle MuSan that could see as platonic since the plot is focus on the angst and not on the romance at all)

(link to ao3, in case someone prefers to read it there)

Introduction here! Read it before for this to make sense!

Warnings: Well, here we are with the first chapter! (the previous was just an intro) This is mostly angst and hurt/no comfort. Canon compilant until Valhalla arc (almost, I change some "small" detail for this to make sense). I'm so sorry because Sanzu it's so broken here, but I promise that hope came to me last night and I found a way to ending this fic in a bittersweet way instead of just pain, yey!

MANGA SPOILERS! (Sanzu's mind it's a big manga spoiler)

Notes: This one it's from Sanzu's POV, I make him suffer a little bit because I needed him to be unhinged enough for what I'm planning later (technically, Baji's death it's on Wakui tbh).

'This are his intrusive thoughts' and 'This are his regular thoughts'! I was trying to show how broken his mind already is and this seemed like the best way in my head of showing it, I hope it makes sense :)

Also, I did some game with the names because why not. I used "Haruchiyo" when he feels more vulnerable, more emotional. And "Sanzu" when he's trying to hide this vulnerability or more close to the edge, to becoming that deranged Sanzu that we saw in Kanto Manji and Bonten.

(I only used "Mucho" instead of "Muto" once too, kudos to whoever sees why)

(English is not my first language, so be nice please 🙈)

Haruchiyo doesn't want to be here, he wasn't going to come (he already buried a friend, he doesn't need to do it again). But his captain said he should go, that all Toman's captains and vice-captains were going. He wanted to scream, to throw something at Muto's face for trying to force him. But he couldn't, because the older boy looked at him with a soft smile and worried eyes. A big hand on his shoulder, the silent promise that he wouldn't be alone.

So now he's here, at Baji's wake. The words sound surreal in his head, it seems like a cruel joke, that keeps repeating itself. 'Is everyone going to die except for you? Shouldn't you be the one dying for once?' 'Shut up, I don't care, this is not Baji.' He shakes his head, trying to keep his own thoughts under control, earning another worried look from his captain.

Haruchiyo knows that he needs to get a grip, focus on the present. One step, then the other. Just like this, looking at his own feet, walking slowly next to Muto's calm presence. That will help, he's sure of it.

And it does, the sound of his own steps is keeping him grounded while he enters at the funeral hall. He sees Benkei from the corner of his eyes and even if he knows better (he should know better), he looks at him. Obviously, Senju is sitting next, with Wakasa at her other side. Both men trying to comfort her, even if Wakasa looks dead inside (that's not new, the white leopard has been like this since Shinichiro die, but Sanzu can't think in this right now, he can't).

Clenching his fits, Haruchiyo keeps walking. Resisting the urge to hug his little sister, pretending to not know her. 'But you do, you know her, look at her face, she looks so broken. Are you really not going to do anything? You're always a bad brother, aren't you?' 'I'm an only child, I don't care. Besides, she has them by her side. She's better off without me.'

“Sanzu?”

His captain concerned tone makes him go back to reality, still feeling disoriented. It probably shows on his face, because suddenly there is a supportive hand on his shoulder. Gently pushing him to keep walking.

He feels exposed without his mask, an open book for everyone there to read. He hates it, he just wants this to be over. But once more, time is not on his side, each second feels like ages 'Why is freaking time playing with my mind again?'

One step, then the other. Again. And again. Until they're almost in front of that (because that isn't Baji, it can't be). He's in some kind of trance, only his feet and Mucho's warm hand seem real. But he can do it, as long as he keeps focusing on this, as long as he doesn't think (as he doesn't remember) he can do it.

“Haruchiyo?”

A weak voice call him when he's about to pay his respects to that. Sanzu turns instinctively to that sound, only for wishing he didn't.

Ryoko's eyes, so similar to his son, are looking at him with tears. It's so weird, the woman that is thanking him for being there used to be like a mother for him in a past that she doesn't remember. Of course she doesn't, it never happened for her.

But suddenly, Haruchiyo is seeing all the times that he ran away from his own home, staying with Baji. How Ryoko always had a spare futon ready for him, how she always called Takeomi for letting that bastard know that his little brother was safe and more than welcome to stay there as long as both of them needed it.

He always ran towards Baji, didn't he?

Of course he did. Baji was the other half of Haruchiyo's pain. They shared the same trauma, they needed each other. In a twisted way, they were each other lifeline. Baji always understood without words, even if he was complaining or calling him “batshit crazy”, the other boy never turned his back on him (Baji would never turn his back on any of his friends).

Baji was the only one he had, the one that didn't die. Now, he's alone again. 'When weren't you alone?'

Haruchiyo is completely froze, the incense bar on his hand breaks. But he can't move. He can't. He's thirteen again and he doesn't understand what is happening. A weird feeling on his guts that he's seen this film before. 'But it can't be, right? It can't be.'

That warm hand squeezes his shoulder, aquamarine eyes looking at him, urging him to place the incense on the burner and go out of the line. But Haruchiyo doesn't react to that, he's too caught up in his memories (his nightmares) to even recognize the owner of those eyes. He just looks through him, unable to focus on reality anymore.

Because this can't be real. It just can't. If this was real, Baji should be next to him. So this can't be real. 'Look at him, he's in a coffin, you're only friend is in a coffin.' 'No, he's not, this is not real, this is not happening.'

If this was real, they should be holding hands tightly until it was painful, the pain grounding them. They should be crying together in silence. If this was real...

'It's real, look at him. Do it.' 'No, Baji isn't supposed to be death, this can't be.' But he does it, he looks at him and he feels like all the air has been stolen from his lungs.

'No, no, this can't be. Why is Baji the one in a coffin?' 'This is your fault, you couldn't save him either. You're useless.'

'What the fuck? Fuck, fuck, fuck!' He can't breathe, he can't move, he can't do anything else besides staring at that. Yes, exactly, Sanzu tries to remind to himself. That is not Baji. Not his Baji. This person never shared the same memories, the same pain.

He tries to breathe again. This Baji forgot about him, made new friends. 'Better friends'. Yes, he was having a better life without Sanzu on it. 'He didn't want me as a part of that life, right? This is not my Baji.'

Haruchiyo is trying to focus, to go back to the present. Whispers that only makes it worse. He feels sick. 'That isn't him, that isn't him.'

But... This Baji died protecting Toman, protecting his friends. 'Protecting Mikey. How dare you to pretend his not your friend when he died for Mikey?'

In that exact moment, he breaks. The first tears rolling down his cheeks. They sting. They sting so badly but he's unable to control it.

Because that's the same person that Haruchiyo used to know. That's Baji, his Baji.

Suddenly, someone holds his hand with too much strength.

“Baji?”

Haruchiyo whispers, turning around, too lost in his memories for understanding what's happening. He tries to focus on the person next to him. Blond hair. Dark eyes.

Mikey.

Mikey is there, holding his hand. He's not crying, hiding his own pain like always. Always being the strong one for his friends (even when he's broken). But the grip on Haruchiyo's hand says everything he needs to known. The void in his dark eyes screaming louder than any tear.

Sanzu squeezes the blonde's hand, going back to reality. Mikey needs him.

The irony that this time they are the ones holding hands too tightly, exactly like he did with Baji in a funeral that never happened, doesn't escape his mind.

Mikey takes him outside, allowing him to breathe, to cry, without so many eyes staring at him. Allowing him to break.

Is there, weeping in Mikey's arms, where his already twisted mind seals his own fate. Not that he cares (at all).

Mikey is his king and he's going to protect him. He'll follow him, no matter where. But this time, is not a promise to Shinichiro.

It's a promise to Baji, a promise to himself.

And Sanzu will gladly pay the consequences if it means keeping his promise.

Later that night, Haruchiyo is unable to sleep. He keeps staring at the ceiling, a loop of the last talk he had with Baji playing in his mind. Wishing he had say a lot more.

“Are you really leaving Toman?”

Baji almost jumped when he heard Sanzu's voice, not expecting to find the other hiding in the shadows. Waiting for him.

“Yes.”

“I see. I will miss you. I just want to ask you one last question.”

“I’m not going to tell you anything about Valhalla.”

The pinkette just shrugged off that comment, his face emotionless as usual.

“What hair treatment do you use?”

“What?”

“I always wondered what cream you use for your hair.”

Baji looked at him like he just grown a second head (nothing new).

“You're a weirdo... It's just soap...”

He answered, a sly smile plastered on his face (Sanzu should've know better seeing that smile, of course his hair was going to be stiff and tangled after trying freaking soap on it).

“Well, thanks, Baji.”

He turned around, already having all the information he wanted from the brunette. He never needed to ask Baji if he was a traitor, he knew better. He knew Baji.

“Hey, wait! Haruchiyo!”

He stopped, looking at the other boy, surprised that he was using his first name. Baji looked... hesitant?

“Kisaki is the enemy.”

“What?”

“Just that. Kisaki is the enemy, don't forget it, okay?”

Just like that, their last conversation was over. None of them knew it yet. Or maybe Baji did, maybe his warning was because he suspected how bad things could go.

Sanzu can't sleep, his mind it's too busy starting to plot. Baji's last words hanging in the air, he can't forget them. He can't.

For Baji.

For Mikey.

“Kisaki is the enemy.”

#me writing🌻 #unoverse fic #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers spoilers #tokyo revengers fic #sanzu haruchiyo #baji keisuke #muto yasuhiro #sano manjiro #kisaki tetta #canon compilant until valhalla #canon complicit #even if it's not all canon compilant the pain comes from the canon believe me #musan #i made myself cry #i broke my own heart #angst #hurt/no comfort #original timeline spoilers #i didn't like killing baji #no wonder wakui decided to do a happy ending bc of baji

[makethiscanon]

The Bathhouse: Baji x Fem!Reader x Kazutora [Part 2]

Word Count: 3.6k Rating: Mature (16+) Chapter Tags: Domestic fluff with a stranger(?), acts of service, crude pet-names, slow-burn, strangers/enemies to lovers, canon-divergent [Bloody Halloween didn’t happen], aged-up/future setting, Baji being Baji. Warnings: Nudity [non-smut], vulgar language, crude humour.

Please be aware this is a mature story with some suggestive themes because of the setting, but there is no smut.

Read Part 1: [HERE]

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“M-mnh…?”

You woke sometime later, feeling dazed and disorientated. You were indoors. You didn’t know where you were at first – it was a room bathed in nothing but moonlight – but when you spotted a mark on the ceiling that you recognised, you realised you were lying on the canteen table in the staffroom.

Your mind worked slowly, putting two and two together, jarring itself as it attempted to recreate the path that had led you here. Your throat was dry. Your eyes were sore. Your hair felt matted and messy. Then you heard a noise, like glasses clinking together, and it pulled your attention. 

Then you saw the missing piece of the puzzle. 

The guy from the patio was on the other side of the room, searching through the staff cupboards in nothing but a pair of ugly harem-pants that you knew all too well from the Lost and Found box.

“What are you doing?” You asked, then coughed to clear your croaky voice. You were too weak to sit up, so had no other option but to watch him rummaging through your co-workers belongings like a feral animal. But your words caught his attention. He stopped what he was up to. 

Without acknowledging you, he wandered over to the fridge then retrieved something from it, before coming to stand beside you. He had your bottle of milk. He hovered it over you. You reached out, but he pulled it back, telling you,

“Say it with me and you can have the drink: I’m a fucking idiot.”

He looked at you expectantly. You frowned. 

That wasn’t enough of a response to make him change his mind.

“I’m… a fucking idiot.” You grumbled, willing to swallow any scraps left of your pride if it meant he would hand over the bottle.

“Yes, you fucking are,” he agreed.

You frowned harder as you tried to sit up but struggled, then felt his hand slip beneath your back to help when you tried again. Once you were upright, he kept the hand there for support then handed over the drink.

“Thank you,” you said before downing the contents, and now that you realised he had no intention of harming you, you meant it. Whoever he was, he was going out of his way to look out for you. Although he had invaded the bathhouse with his horrifying gang mates, you supposed after this you could call it even.

As you lifted your arm to pour the last of the milk into your mouth, you felt something slip from around your middle. The guy grunted agitatedly.

“I swear to god, if I see your tits one more time tonight…”

You choked on your drink, realising that the thing around your middle was a towel that had just slipped off you. Equally as alarming, you noticed that the guy didn’t miss a beat before hoisting it back around you before tucking it in to stop it dropping again. 

You coughed and spluttered, not sure which was worse: the sudden realisation that he had seen you very, very naked after rescuing you from the baths, or that he was completely unfazed by your chest. You knew now wasn’t the time, nor should you care, but you wanted to know if your boobs were too small for his liking, as a matter of pride.

But you let it drop. He was, once again, helping you.

“Thank you,” you said, feeling flustered and aware that you couldn’t hide your reddened face even in this darkness. “I’ll stop causing problems for you now. You’re welcome to go. Thank you again for rescuing me, but I can look after myself from here.”

You might have been convincing were it not for the flapping in your voice that said you were only pushing him away out of embarrassment.

He shrugged, backing off with a nonchalant look on his face. It was a far cry from the anger you had seen before.

“Alright, Tits. I’m sticking around for my friend to show up, but you do your thing. Don’t let me stop you.”

He gestured to the door. Your embarrassment faded when you realised you were the only one making a big deal of it, then frowned instead. Talk about making himself at home.

“Don’t call me that.” You said as you shimmied yourself off the table. “And you can’t stay here. Go wait out front.”

He cocked an eyebrow.

“You always this ungrateful to your saviours?”

“Only the ones who save me from the messes they cause.”

He clicked his tongue.

“Touché.”

You passed him a smug look before hopping off the table, though your legs weren’t ready to take the weight. With an ungraceful crash you hit the deck then wondered why a certain someone had simply watched the spectacle with his arms crossed.

“Don’t look at me like that, missus. You said you could look after yourself. Or are you going to stop being a prideful bitch now and accept my help?”

You pouted. In the darkness, you almost thought you saw him smile. He offered you his hand. You looked at it. There were calluses and scars etched into his skin. He was a danger different from anyone you had met.

But he was offering you his help so you took it.

In one swift movement, he pulled you up and into his chest to stop you wobbling anywhere, then wrapped an arm across your shoulders to hold you still. You squeaked. He was so unbelievably warm, like his body could induce another bout of hyperthermia on you, but you did not try to pull away. There was something oddly delightful about pressing against him, something you couldn’t quite explain. He was dangerous and unknown, yet in his strong embrace as he took your weight, you felt protected.

“Now what?” He asked gruffly, and his breath fanned across your skin. You held in a shiver. He was so close. You couldn’t think. You tried to construct a plan to distract yourself:

As far as the rest of the night went, you needed to rinse off, get back into your normal clothes, clean up whatever mess the thugs had made of the men’s changing rooms, then get yourself home. And never speak of this again.

“Fine. Okay.” He grumbled. “Where were you going before you fell over?”

“The changing rooms.” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“Got it.”

His inability to be fazed by things that made you flustered was shocking. Shifting so that he had a tighter grip on you, he took a step forwards and expected you to keep up. But you didn’t move. “Y’know. You don’t need to be a constant pain in the ass when I’m trying to help. Do you want to go or not?”

“You can’t come in with me.” You tried to demand, though clung to his neck like a lifeline when you stepped forwards only for your legs to say no. He clicked his tongue.

“You can’t seriously be assed about me seeing your tits at this point, right? We’re past that. The sooner you get out of here the better, so stop being a baby. Come on.”

He said it casually enough, but you caught a hint of urgency in the way he tried to pull you along.

“You make it sound like I’m still in danger. I’m… safe? Right?”

You weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer.

“With me, yes. If anyone from Valhalla comes back, probably not. If Kazutora shows up, who the fuck knows. So move.”

In a flash, he had bent over and scooped you up in his arms, lifting you up like his bride. You squeaked and clung harder to his neck, not having to worry that the towel would slip when he was pressing you so close to his body that the garment was squashed flat into place. He was done waiting for you.

As he carried you through to the changing rooms, you took a moment to realise that everything was totally dark. The lights were set to automatically switch on whenever there was movement.

“Did you do something to the lights?” You asked, wondering if you would have to pay for any busted lightbulbs.

“Too fucking right I did.” He nudged his head towards the entrance-doors as you passed through the reception. “Didn’t want anyone else thinking this place is open. The door’s still unlocked so Kazutora can get in.”

You pursed your lips, thinking it would be much easier and safer just to lock the door and keep the lights on. You knew the bathhouse well enough, but the tiled floors were still wet. One misstep and both you and your new acquaintance could be on your backs, and it certainly wouldn’t be a soft landing.

That, and your acquaintance had just admitted you might not be totally safe if Kazutora returned. Locking him out sounded like a wonderful idea to you, and if not him, certainly any stray gang members who wanted another shot in the baths.

“So, umm…” you began, distracting yourself by looking at the defined line of the guy’s jaw and the fang that poked out over his under-bite. “Valhalla. That’s the name of your gang, right? Heaven for the strongest and bravest warriors. Does that mean you’ve been in many fights?”

He chuckled. The sound was deep and smooth, and it sent butterflies to your stomach.

“I live and breathe to fight.”

“Yup, I believe you.” You said, catching the twinkle in his eye as he thought of violence. He twisted his head to look at you, cocking a curious eyebrow.

“Oh?”

“I thought I was going to die when you called me out before. You’ve got this… big boss energy. I wouldn’t want to get on your bad side, let’s put it that way.”

He puffed out his chest.

“Then be glad I took pity on you. Not many people get to say they had Baji Keisuke looking out for them. Take it as an honour.”

You chuckled.

“Thank you, oh lord and saviour Baji.”

“Say that as many times as you want, Tits. Sounds good.”

You elected to ignore his pet-name, adding, to knock him down a peg, “though if anyone asks, I’m going to tell them the great Baji is a secret big ol’ softie who can’t say no to a damsel in distress.”

He clenched his jaw, side eyeing you.

“Oh, you think that’s a fucking insult? Maybe to Valhalla but I think that’s pretty cool. Say it all you want, bitch.”

He looked at you with a grin that dared you to bring it. You couldn’t help but laugh at his challenge to call him a nice guy. Perhaps he didn’t get that often, but if he thought kind guys were cool then he might actually be one himself. His niceness just happened to be heavily buried under a layer of aggression, violence and one heck of an intimidating first impression.

Baji took you into the women’s changing rooms but didn’t stop to put you down when you pointed at your locker. Instead, he carried you straight through to the washroom and set you down on the cold, stone tiles, then began untying the cord on his pants. Much to your protest.

“You can’t be serious?”

“What?”

You gestured to his still-loosening pants, shielding your eyes when you realised he had no intention of stopping.

“You can’t do that in here.”

“Hah? Oh, cute. You’ve never seen a dick before?” You could hear his amusement. You scowled. Whether you had or not was irrelevant. This night was taking some very peculiar turns.

“If you want to rinse off, go to the guys’ washroom.”

He tutted.

“Oh right, and then get accused of GBH because I left you unattended, you fell over, cracked your skull and went into a coma. Thanks but no.”

You dropped your hand just so you could land him with an expression that asked if he was an idiot.

“That’s some imagination you have.”

“Call it what you want. Now, tell me where you’ve stashed your cleaning crap and I’ll get it.”

He didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving you alone. You sighed. The sooner the two of you were out of here, the better. You both wanted the same thing so you decided to go along with it.

“Over there.” You said, pointing to a wooden bowl tucked in by one of the shower stations.

As he went to collect it, you shuffled across the tiles on your rear, deciding not to tempt fate by standing up, then hopped up onto the closest stool to rinse off. Normally you wouldn’t do this, as the bath waters were full of healthy and invigorating minerals, but considering how long you had been in the pool, you felt rather oversaturated with goodness and needed to wash it off. That, and you had clearly face-planted the water after falling unconscious. You hair needed a good rinse.

You began to peel the towel off your body, chanting in your head that you had no need to be nervous. Baji had already seen everything. He wasn’t bothered. You could wash faster if you were naked. Plus, you didn’t have to worry about drying a sodden towel afterwards.

You bit your lip as you threw the towel aside, then put your hands over your eyes to hide your embarrassment.

“I might have to name them at this point.” You heard Baji say as he came to stand beside you, sounding disinterested. You peaked past your fingers to see him holding a bottle of shampoo down towards you, and realised from where his eyes were looking that he was referring to your breasts.

“For someone who doesn’t give a rat’s ass about my chest, you can’t seem to stop talking about it.”

With a dark blush on your cheeks, you swiped the bottle from him then folded your arms and hunched over to cover yourself, which also kept you from staring at his naked form as he stood beside you. Certain things were at eye level.

“Who says I’m not interested?” He said it matter-of-factly, forcing you to bury your head in your knees as your whole head went hot with embarrassment.

In the time it took you to get over yourself, Baji reached past you for the shower-nozzle and turned on the stream of water. You popped your head up to see what he was doing.

“Get your own. That’s mine.” You grumbled, wondering if he was choosing to stick around purely to torment you.

Without so much as a warning, he turned the stream against your back. You yelped and lurched forwards, almost coming straight off the stool before Baji clamped a hand on your waist to stop you falling. Your brain stopped dead and your survival instinct took over, yanking his hand off you just as he redirected the shower-head onto your hair.

“Sit still.” He growled, as if you were the one in the wrong here. Your hand was still clamped around his much larger one, holding it away from your body so he could not touch you inappropriately.

“You’re being too touchy-feely.”

“Am I fuck. I’m being careful.” He said indignantly, swiping his hand away from you so he could replace it onto your head to rub the water through your hair. You wanted to tell him you could do all of this yourself and he needed to back off, but he started scrubbing, and it was all you could do to hold your head still so you didn’t get dizzy.

“Be gentle.” You whined, once more feeling like a child with a strict parent as he ignored your complaints and continued to wash your hair. It was a relief when he finally stopped.

“Here.” He said, handing you the shower-head. “Stay warm.”

He thrust the device into your hand with water still pouring from the head, then reached for the bottle of shampoo. Turning the stream onto yourself, you realised that arguing with Baji was pointless. He was stubborn, and since you couldn’t guarantee you could make it back into the changing rooms and into your clothes without tripping or collapsing by yourself, you begrudgingly handed yourself over to Baji’s rough hair washing.

“Fine, you win. Shampoo me.”

The words were barely out of your mouth before the cold, unmistakable goo dripped onto your head in great globules.

“Too much. That’s too much,” you hissed, feeling it trickling down your forehead and over the tops of your ears.

“Do you ever stop complaining?” Baji asked, tossing the bottle aside once the entire top of your head was covered in sweetly-scented gelatinous goo.

You braced yourself for another round of scrubbing, but surprisingly, when he touched your head this time around, now that he was using both hands, his fingers were gentle. He scooped the runaway shampoo from your forehead then lathered it atop your scalp, massaging your head until it was covered in a thick layer of bubbles, then did the same with the length of your hair. He stayed quiet the whole time, and having been thrust into such a weirdly intimate and calm moment yourself, you didn’t want to break the silence in case it invited ol’ scrubby-rough-hands back.

Once your hair was suitably covered in soap, Baji reached over you to take the shower-head. You bit your lip to hold in a squeak as his naked chest pressed against your back. Since he had no qualms rubbing up against a complete stranger, you didn’t want to give him any more reasons to assume you were an inexperienced virgin, because the taunts were getting annoying.

Time passed by in silence.

You actually let yourself enjoy the feeling of Baji running his fingers over your scalp. You were sorely lacking in the intimacy- or even romance-department. You were in your twenties; if you had to get the experience from a bad-but-not-that-bad bad-guy yakuza member, then so be it. Beggars couldn’t be choosers.

Your eyes closed as his hand trailed down the back of your neck, his fingers dancing gently over your skin as he washed away the bubbles. You shivered whenever he touched your bare skin, his fingers slipping through the gaps in your hair.

But just as you got used to his inadvertent caresses, he stopped, and took the stream of warm water with him. You waited a second in case he planned to come back, but pushed the wet hair from your face and turned to look when he did not.

He was sat with his back to you. His head was bowed low with the shower head turned on himself while he washed his hair. The water droplets cascaded down his body, drawing your eyes to the muscles in his back when they used the crevice between his shoulder-blades like a valley. He had so many scars; his skin was a tapestry that told the struggles and triumphs of a lifetime. You could only wonder, as your gaze trailed over the contours of his back, if he could recall where each and every one came from. Some looked painful. Some seemed so old. But they were almost beautiful, like badges of honour.

“You done staring yet, Tits? You’re giving me fucking goosebumps.”

Baji side-eyed you as he dowsed his hair with water. It didn’t help when you realised your mouth was limp from gawking.

Perhaps it was in your delirious state from fainting, or perhaps it was a misguided attempt to change the subject, but you caught yourself asking too late,

“Want me to wash your hair for you?”

You cursed when Baji grinned, like he knew you hadn’t meant to say that, and when he told you to grab the shampoo bottle you almost wanted to die.

“I mean, I don’t have to—don’t feel obliged—”

“Calm down, Tits. It’s only hair. Stop acting like you asked to suck my dick.”

Heat soared to your face. You snatched the shampoo bottle, indignantly ignoring Baji’s cocky smirk -- like he was revelling in your embarrassment and finding any way to torment you – then dumped the contents onto his head before he was ready.

“Payback,” you said, but when it actually came to lathering the soap, you were gentle. And he didn’t resist. He sat patiently, straightening his back like one of those old samurai knights. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling how soft it was even after matting in the outdoor bath. You almost told him so, but decided against it when it was sure to be met with more taunts.

You rinsed his hair next, feeling strangely relaxed in the quiet. Without Baji running his mouth, you could appreciate the moment. It was perhaps the closest thing to a sensual encounter you’d ever had. Okay, not all the circumstances were perfect, but it was certainly something you were going to remember in your late, spinster years.

“Done.” You said after a moment, backing off and taking the shower head with you. You sat down as quickly as you could, huddled your knees to your chest before Baji had time to turn around. But he noticed your recklessness.

Then he picked up your towel and handed it over.

“I swear to god, Tits. If you fall over again I’m leaving you there.”

For some reason, you couldn't help but smile.

You kept your gaze to the floor as Baji stood up and began drying off, wondering your chances should you try to reach for your towel, some ten feet away.

Better not risk it, you supposed.

But once Baji was dry, he slipped on those same, ugly harem pants from before then shut off the water.

“Let’s go.”

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[Part 3]: Coming soon.

[WRITING MASTERLIST]

#Baji #Keisuke #x Reader #Tokyo Revengers #Tokyo Rev #fanfiction #bathhouse #recovery #comfort #fluff #x you #x yn

[ifonlyitwasmidnight]

“I was only using you.”

CW: Straight hurt no comfort, descriptions of feelings like they’re drugs. I didn’t proofread this. At all.

He knew it was wrong.

He never should have let you get this close in the first place and that was his fault.

He should have tried harder to keep you at a distance, but you were addictive. Every smile was a high only you could provide. Every hug was like a trip he had never been on. Every time your lips touched, it was like feeling the first wave of ecstasy as it hits the tongue.

He would drown in you. Kill for you.

Die for you. By anyone’s hands, including his own.

He also knew being near you meant putting you in danger.

He knew you would eventually wind up here, standing in the living room with tears streaming down your face, staring at him like he was your worst nightmare.

And maybe he should be. He needed to be your villain, not your safety.

The bruise of a hand mark wrapped around your arm. The cuts that peppered your flesh he loved to caress proved that. It all reminded him that you didn’t belong in his world. It showed him you deserved a life where you weren’t looking over your shoulder, waiting for someone to hurt you.

“Say something!” You screamed, voice cracking. Your shoulders shook from the force of your sobs.

He crossed his arms over his chest, face unchanged. He could feel his heart shatter with each tear that rolled down your face. Each shuttering breath you took in tested his resolve. His fists shook under his arms with the restraint he had to maintain.

He wanted to run to you. To hold you in his arms and apologize for everything.

“I was only using you.”

You sucked in a deep breath and held it.

“You’re nothing more than a silly little plaything I should have left on the street a long time ago,” his said viciously. Each word a spitting snarl that cut deeper than the last.

Your shoulders stopped shaking. Your fists relaxed. He watched as the fire in your eyes he loved to see sparkle at the silliest things, faded to a dull ember and extinguished.

“I’ll give you a few days to get your shit out.” His footsteps were loud in the silence that hung between you both. A distance that grew miles with each step until there was an ocean between you that he would drown in for the rest of his mortal life and beyond.

He heard your knees his the ground as he pulled the front door closed, separating himself from the only person he had ever and would ever love.

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x Mikey, Draken, Baji, Katsuki, Deku, Todoroki, Hawks, Cloud Strife, Itachi, Kakashi, Ichigo.

#tokyo rev headcanons #tokrev #draken headcanons #tokrev mikey #manjiro headcanons #mha headcanons #deku headcanons #bakugou headcanons #hawks headcanons #cloud strife #cloud strife headcanons #itachi naruto #itachi headcanons #Kakashi #kakashi headcanons #bleach headcanons #hurt/no comfort #ichigo kurosaki #todoroki headcanons #baji headcanons

[yanderederee]

BikeRide

May15th, 2004

tw;mentions of child abuse

before! › here! › after!

-just after the events of DoubleDate…-

Baji has drove down practically every road he knew existed. He loved his bike deeply, and made sure to take good care of it to keep it spotless and loud.

Driving down the road, he almost forgot he should be keeping a slower pace. It wasn’t like he was going fast, contrary to unanimous belief, Baji Mostly followed the law of the road. The only times he really said fuck the speed limit was during the night hours, when his bike roared its loudest, and the streets were at their clearest.

After being caught at a red light, Baji was careful pulling the breaks. “So, how is it? Need me to slow down?” He yelled over his shoulder.

“It’s fine! Just gatta get used to how loud it is!” You yelled back, giggling a little. He smirked. “Anywhere you’re lookin’ to go?” He asked.

A few seconds of deliberation, and you shook your head, smiling. “Surprise me.”

You could barely make out the road over his shoulder, your chin resting against his right back muscle. The street was going by in a way you’d never experienced. Neither of you did much talking. He was too focused on both driving, and how your arms would loosley remain looped around him even when you were leaning back a tad, the air whipping whatever hair peeking out from your helmet.

Being on a bike felt so exhilarating. It felt good. Emotional, you smiled, and rested your forehead against Baji’s back.

“You good?” He yelled out, slowing the motor just a bit so lesson the sound to hear you back.

But your reply wasn’t verbal. Instead, you hugged him from behind, and nodded your head, and he could tell what with your face rubbing against the back of his shirt.

Baji smiled.

“Hang tight, got ‘bout a half hour drive. You ready?” He asked, another red right, and a turn signal indicating he would be traveling Highway.

You grinned, doing your best to look at him, as he was looking back for you.

Through the helmet’s visor, you both caught each others stare, and each others heart skipped a beat. “Ready for anything.”

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯✦

28 Minutes later, and you noticed the ocean coming into view.

Guess he took your statement to surprise you pretty seriously. Because surprised you were, as you gasped with glee.

How cute.

Once he parked, you could see the sign for Rainbow Bridge. “Figure you haven’t been around this way.”

“I thought you said you were driving me around Shibuya.” you said back, the helmet popping off your head like a doll accessory.

“Eh, plans change.” He chuckled, and helped ease you off the bike. Walking down, you saw a few people line the sand, but no crowding.

“You like taiyaki?” Baji asked you. You rose an eyebrow. “Don’t think I know anyone who doesn’t, why?” You asked back.

“There’s a place on the way back Mikey likes. Thought I’d stop by to grab him some before the meet up tonight.”

You nodded. “I’d like that…” you said, looking out to the waves. He was right, somehow. You hadn’t seen the ocean in a really long time. You tried not to wander the thought, but somehow a churning in your chest wrinkled your eyebrows forward.

Baji noticed this. He stayed quiet for a while, but the feeling Chifuyu left him with made him think he should say something.

Chifuyu was making strides in learning things about you. Your interests and insecurities. Baji didn’t have the nerve to bring it up. He knew there was something there. Your parents, the way you divert attention and remove everyone from your life to avoid… something.

He wanted to know more about you.

“Did you used to come to the beach?” He asked.

You blinked. “Uh, not really.” you said softly, looking out deeper. “Maybe once or twice. Not often.”

You weren’t lying. He could tell. But there was still something there, circling around that head of yours.

Baji Keisuke wasn’t smart. He didn’t know what was the right thing to do sometimes, but he always stood by what he believed in. He had to reach.

“What’re you thinking about?”

he asked, plainly. You snapped your head over to him, eye brows still wrinkled in frustration.

His own gaze stayed out at sea, the quiet leaving room for the waves to help you think.

Slowly, you looked back to the sea too.

“Nothing particular.”

It was quiet once again. Baji couldn’t think of what to say.

He wasn’t sure how asking you up front about your issues would help, or backing you into a corner. You could very well shut him out then and there.

He had an idea of what you had going on. He glanced at you. You did not reciprocate.

Baji looked back out to sea.

“I have this friend,” he started. “Kazutora.”

“He was a insecure little brat who didn’t realize his friends were using him for his money. He only had money cause of his shitty dad. But Kazutora was a good kid. He stood up for his friends, shitty as they were to him.”

Baji looked down, a pinch of hurt making through the cracks. “We both… made a mistake.” He confessed. You looked over at Baji, whose hurt expression only stayed stagnant.

“We both fucked up. We bare the same sin. But he’s the one who swung the damn wrench.”

Baji clenched his fists tight.

“He couldn’t handle what he’d done. The shock of it all scared him shitless.” He looked down at your thoughtful expression. Probably trying to figure out why he was telling you this in the first place.

“His dad was… well, he was a shitty and harsh guy, t’say the least. Kazutora never told me much about him, I just saw some of the aftermath, at first.”

“But that night, I think I saw how bad his dad had fucked him up. The way he was talking, devoid of blame… to protect himself. Inside, he’s a fragile guy. Accepting the reality of what he did would have shattered him, yaknow..” he swallowed hard.

“So he… made up all kinds of shit in his head. Things that didn’t even make sense. And yaknow what?” Baji chuckled humorlessly. “I blame that son of a bitch sometimes. His dad.”

“I had a lot of time to think about it. I didn’t get the shit he was saying back then. But I get it a little better now.” He looked down at his feet. “Kazutora‘s family messed him up. And after he killed Shin… I think that’s why he’s became how he is.”

You looked up at Baji’s angry face, a little confused. “And… how is he now?” You asked.

Baji sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. “Completely batshit delusional.”

“You don’t want the specifics,” you did. “But he isn’t in a good state of mind. Literally can’t accept responsibility. I think if he did, he’d… he’d probably hurt himself, like how he hurt Shin.”

Baji looked back at you, the story bringing each other’s vulnerability to the surface.

“But you remind me of him sometimes.”

You gapped at him in surprise, but didn’t say anything. He chuckled.

“Like I said, not a Bad way. “ he ruffled your hair.

“Can’t think of anything specific right now, but… you act like him sometimes, about your parents. The way you avoid talking about them..” turning his body so that he was facing toward you, looking serious and sentimental.

“I couldn’t protect Kazutora. Can’t go back in time, but I can at least do the shit I think is right now. Right?” He shook his head.

“You’re worried that eventually, something will happen, and change me into someone... else.” You said softly, straightening your posture and avoiding his set stare at you.

“You worry so much. It’s cute.” You chuckled, “but you don’t have worry about me. I’m very self-sufficient. And I’m smart, right? Nothing’s wrong-“ you tried to once again, deflect his topic. “I don’t think so.” He admitted, eyes still on yours.

“I just want you to be honest. I want to know more about you… and I can’t when you shut me out.”

You clinched unto yourself a little. As uncomfortable as the idea of opening up to someone felt… It was Baji. No one to feel scared around.

You let out a shaky smile. “It’s not important.” You said, almost sadly.

“Guess you wouldn’t mind if I asked, then hm?”

“Asked what?”

“What’s got you so shift eyed? I get that your dad’s strict, but there’s more to it. ‘Sup with your weird ass curfew? Your mom too?” He asked carefully.

“Dad…” you sighed, as though thinking about where to begin. “He…”

“He’s harsh. He works too hard at everything, and can’t handle anymore stress. He has a very strict routine, and expects nothing less of me. He proudly raised me, he reminds me often.”

“Mom’s always just been quiet and judgmental.” You rolled your eyes. “She doesn’t talk. I know what she expects of me. She doesn’t need to waste the effort.”

“They work off schedules, and I only see them both one night of the week. Dad refuses that I leave the house. And mom could literally not care less, long as I mind my respects.”

“It’s not bad.” You tried to divert, but the single tear that ran down your face gave you away.

“… you sure about that?” Baji asked softly. You knew he wasn’t trying to be pushy, but he knew more than you suspected.

The bruises from all the inconsiderate shoving or grab for attention. A back handed slap for a backhanded comment.

You couldn’t answer him. Not verbally.

Your face tore into a guilty expression. Yet you remained composed. Biting your bottom lip and trying to blink back the tears that the memories surfaced.

“This,” Baji said softly, and gently reached out, tapping his index and middle finger onto your covered wrist.

“Did he do that?”

You sighed, wrapping your other arm around to avoid his almost touch.

“It’s not important. I handle myself just fine. Once I’m old enough I’ll move out and it’ll be in the past.”

“Just cause you pretend it isn’t happening doesn’t mean that shit doesn’t affect you.”

“I’m not affected,” you tried diverting, but he was right, and it was becoming overwhelming.

“That why you’re crying?” He asked, making you hiss in betrayal.

“I don’t understand what you’re trying to do here Keisuke.” You roughed out.

“I want you to get angry,” he started, in an argumentative tone.

“Why? I’ve accepted that it’s just the way things are. How he will be until I get out.”

“Shouldn’t accept that shit.”

“Well too bad!” You yelled, heat eating up your neck. “I’m tired of crying about it! Getting upset about it only hurts, it’s easier to just ignore it.

“Nothing I do is ever good enough; There’s always something I did wrong, or somehow I should have known better!

“I’m tired of trying to get his approval, it doesn’t mean anything! He only cares about how I represent the family. All I’m good for is— I.. I’m just a waste of fucking space. I don’t care anymore.” You got out, frustrated. You went into hiding then, crouching into the fetal position, hiding your face in your knees.

“I don’t care anymore.” You said softly, small sobs racking you unwillingly.

Baji sat there quietly. He did it, he guessed. Made you mad. Made you cry. Shit. Maybe he didn’t know what he was doing.

“… it’s normal to care about these things, yaknow.” He comforted. “Holding that shit in all the time is going to back you into a corner. I feel like you’ve pushed past a few breaking points already, haven’t you?”

You sniffled, rubbing the unnecessary emotion from your face. “It doesn’t matte-” you tried biting back, really not in the mood for this conversation. But Baji was a persistent mother fucker.

“‘Does fucking matter,” Baji was losing his patience. Baji Keisuke was hot headed and brash, thoughtful, and stupid. “I don’t care how strong you think you are, I’m serious. This feeling’s gonna eat you alive. You’re the most capable person I know. You’re responsible and resourceful, always handling yourself even when nothing is going right. You are not a waste of space. I-“

Baji paused, chocked up.

“Don’t take that shit,”

He was getting tired of your avoiding gaze, latching his left hand out to pull your cheek to look his way.

Your eyes were wide and red, glassy with tears built up from his harsh words. “You don’t take shit from anyone anymore, got that?” Eyes glued to yours, he practically ordered this. “He ever hits you again, don’t take it. You might not be able to hit back, but I sure as hell can,”

You laughed, genuine amusement whipping your face clean for a few moments, before coming back to scene. Baji smiled at you. “You can always crash at my place if you don’t feel safe, got it?” He regained your attention when you tried to release his hold on your cheek and avoid his hot gaze.

Your cheeks burned with how bold he suddenly became.

“I-I can’t just run away from my problems, yaknow..” you huffed, but tried relaxing in his presence. He did make you feel safe, even if you didn’t know how to talk about this.

“Then fight back.” He smirked. “I’ll tell him off right now if y’want.”

“Tell him off?” You chuckled. “What would you even say?”

“Y/n ain’t you’re fucking stress relief, damn prick! Show some respect, ‘f you don’t want me to knock you a tooth loose! Scum! Asshole!!”

You laughed pretty hard at that. Baji’s exaggerated display of delinquent rebellion speech was just too cute. “I love when you talk like that, seriously!” You couldn’t stop laughing, his cute smile pairing at the angelic sound of your joy.

“There you are,” Baji felt himself lightening up from the harsh mood before, happy to see you smiling again. “There’s my girl.”

You stopped at this, eyes widening at his bold name. This surprised him even more. Immediately catching himself, he slaps his hand over his mouth, face drenched in Red. “Not what I meant! I meant! Wait! D-don’t get any weird ideas!” He lied, spinning and spinning in words and excuses.

“I meant! I-I meant, you look more like yourself, now…” he tried calming his palpitating heart. “You’ve been really gloomy this last week… it’s just nice seeing you smile again.”

Your heart caught in your throat, holding back fresh tears.

What do you mean gloomy? He wasn’t wrong, you were having difficulties managing everything coming up, and the added stress of school and family was only dragging you further. “Guess I’m not that good at hiding things, huh?” You chucked without humor.

“Don’t hide it anymore,” he said. As though that was the moment he was waiting for. “Come to me about it. About everything,” he paused. “Anything,” he looked back into your eyes. “I like the real you. I want to be there for you when you struggle. When you feel like crying, or screaming. Tell me about anything that ticks you off, the things you can’t stand.” He rambled on, pouring his heart out.

He couldn’t help how vulnerable he was, letting you see all the shameless feelings. “I’ll treat you to cake at the cafe when you get a high test score, ‘n tell that bitch Futaba to fuck off next time she tries pawning her cleaning duties to you again.”

“T-that’s enough,” you whined and Baji’s heartfeltness. “I get it, I’ll… try not to worry you so much.”

“Ah-!” He hacked, how gross. “Got it mixed up again, honestly. For someone so smart, you just don’t get it!” He ruffled your hair dramatically, thumping his forehead against yours gently. “I worry bout you cause I want to, you just gatta let me, first. Let me be someone who can help you, even if you don’t need it. Not everything’s gatta be on only your shoulders.”

The tension was heavy; the slip of a confession so close on his tongue. Yet even with his passion reaching new heights, he still found himself tongue tied in what he should say next.

“…Gee, you sure know how to cheer a girl up….” You chuckled to yourself, a genuine smile finally breaking through.

And even though there was still so much to say, Baji felt himself cave back inwards, that smile of yours being enough to satiate his yearning heart.

“Thank you…”

“Don’t thank me … “

“Still. Thank you.”

“… Anytime.”

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