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Matsuno Chifuyu, Baji Keisuke & Hanemiya Kazutora x female reader

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tw: noncon, yandere themes, character death, manga spoilers, minor blood and gore, violence, nsfw, smut, murder

Chifuyu remembers things he shouldn’t.

Events that never happened, fights, brawls, the death of his friends… his own demise, drugged and tied to a chair, the muzzle of Kisaki’s pistol, burning from the prior shot, pressed to his forehead in the split seconds before he pulled the trigger.

He remembers other things too. Futures that clash and diverge, timelines that can’t have existed, they play out in his head, over and over again.

“Who’s that chick talking with Emma?”

Chifuyu doesn’t have to follow Baji’s line of sight to know who he’s talking about. Inevitably though, he does, catching you giggle at something the blonde says, sipping absentmindedly at the glass of champagne clasped in your fingers.

His gaze slips to the dress you’re wearing, a satiny, floor-length floral and blush number, lingering on the slit at your mid thigh – the flash of skin he gets when you shift your weight.

His throat dries, and Chifuyu covers it with a cough, tearing his attention back to the table, his own drink in front of him, a bead of condensation slowly rolling down the glass. “A friend of Hina’s.” He shoots Baji a brief, pointed look, “And she’s got a boyfriend.”

Fuyu remembers him, too.

Baji’s canines glint in a toothy smirk. “Yeah? He here tonight?”

As if on cue, a familiar, handsome brunet appears at your side, leaning down to drop a kiss to your cheek, his arm winding loosely around your side. There’s nothing all that possessive about the gesture – it’s unthinking. Instinctual. It has you smiling, mid-way through whatever it is you’re saying to the youngest Sano.

His chest tightens.

That same man, not nearly so good looking with his face all smashed in, leaking brains and blood onto the concrete–

“Shame,” Kazutora, sitting on his other side, murmurs, his dark, honey eyes still drinking you in as he downs another mouthful of whiskey. The corner of his lip quirks up, “She’s cute.”

‘There. Problem solved.’

Chifuyu returns the grin, leaning back in the chair with an exaggerated sigh, “Do not get into a fight on Takemitchy’s wedding day.” He side-eyes Baji, “Either of you.”

“You scared of him?”

“No, I don’t want to be kicked out of the reception because you two idiots started an all out brawl,” he laughs, and prays that neither one of them notice that his hands are all clammy, gripping too tightly at his drink.

“What kinda wedding doesn’t have at least one good fight?” Baji scoffs, only half serious – enough of a concession that something loosens inside of him and his next breath comes easier.

Baji won’t start a fight, Kazutora won’t start a fight. It’ll be fine.

You’re close with Hina and Emma and friends with Takemichi by extension. But gone are the days of Toman, where they’d spend the better part of their time screwing around together. Their lives aren’t all tangled up like they used to be. Another few hours, and this’ll be over. You’ll be gone, taking your stupid, handsome boyfriend with you and Chifuyu won’t have to worry about seeing you again. He can go back to pretending that you don’t exist.

Anything else is…dangerous.

Moments later, they’re joined by Mitsuya and Hakkai, Yuzuha drifting to join the girls, and the conversation shifts to other, safer topics. Plates of canapes come by, and they eat and drink and talk stupid shit, most of it laughing and reminiscing over the dumb things they’d done with Takemichi as kids.

For a while, it feels like he can breathe. Relax, and enjoy this, because it didn’t come easy.

And you, you look happy enough with whatever his fucking name is. Chifuyu tells himself that that’s a good thing, too.

The night wears on, slow, romantic tunes drifting from the speakers. In small groups and pairs, their friends have begun to leave, either heading home to crash or to find somewhere more lively to keep the party going.

Amongst the few couples remaining, Hina and Takemichi cling to each other, swaying drunkenly on the dance floor, oblivious to anyone or anything but the other. It’s cute, in a disgustingly mushy sort of way. For his part, Chifuyu hangs by the open bar, nursing a glass of whiskey and doing his utmost to focus on anything but the space you occupy, dancing with your boyfriend.

“You’re staring again.”

“Fuck off,” the words come out more tired than anything else.

Kazutora drops into the empty seat beside him. “From the moment she walked in tonight, you’ve been all… weird about her. Why?”

‘Please, you’ve gotta help me get out of here, he– he’ll be back any minute.’

Chifuyu shrugs, “‘s nothing, really she just… reminds me of someone, that’s all.”

Kazutora hums, looking entirely unconvinced. For whatever reason, and much to his relief, he decides not to push it.

Bruised, split knuckles grip your chin tight, ‘You’re gonna be good for us tonight,’ Baji smirks. ‘‘Cause I’m really, really not in the fuckin’ mood, princess.’

“C’mon,” Chifuyu says, knocking back the last of his whiskey and slamming the glass down. “We should head out. Some of us have to open the store tomorrow.”

Kazutora snorts, but follows suit without complaint. The sooner they’re gone – the sooner you’re out of sight, out of mind – the better.

—

When Chifuyu shoots awake with a gasp, pulse racing, heavy beads of sweat rolling from the nape of his neck down his spine, it’s to the sound of his phone vibrating insistently.

Kazutora, he realises when bleary eyes adjust to the bright screen, and with a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach, he answers the call.

Wide, panicked eyes meeting his, hands grasping tightly at his arms. Two bodies lie on the floor; only one draws breath.

‘It was an accident, I swear to fucking god– you have to believe me. You believe me, right, Fuyu?’

The sheer relief that hits when the first words out of Kazutora’s mouth aren’t some combination of ‘I fucked up’, but ‘It’s Baji’ nearly knocks the breath right out of him.

Least ‘til they’re followed up with ‘accident’ and ‘ER’.

He’s never thrown clothes on quicker.

The stuff he remembers from before – the timelines that don’t exist – they’re not always clear. Sometimes it’s difficult for him to place certain events in the right order, in the right timeline. He doesn’t always remember the knock on effect.

Baji’s death isn’t like that.

You don’t forget that kind of pain. And yeah, maybe he got Kazutora out of it in the end, but fuck it almost destroyed him.

They saved him, though. They went back and they fixed it. He survived and Emma survived and Mikey and Draken and everyone – this is the future they’d fought tooth and nail for. This is their happily ever fucking after, and he can’t–

He won’t consider the possibility of another future without either one of his best friends in it.

Bursting through the doors of the ER, he feels all jumbled, heart beating out a frantic rhythm, breath coming ragged as though he’d physically run the five miles to get here. He scours the room… and spots Baji half propped up in a bed on the other side of the ward.

Awake, looking like he’d been dragged halfway to hell but–

Okay. He’s okay.

The tension – part of it at least – lifts itself from his shoulders with a shaky exhale.

Kazutora, sprawled across a chair beside him, notices him before Baji does. “You look like shit,” he comments, a wry grin tugging at his lips.

It earns him a smack to the back of his head as Chifuyu slides on past, grabbing another nearby seat and plonking himself down.

“What the fuck happened to you?” He tries to laugh it off, really he does. There’s a few bandages, what looks like a broken arm, some cuts and grazes on his face. They’ve all landed themselves in the ER in worse states than this and come out the other side perfectly fine, but he can’t–

He can’t stop seeing it play out in his head, over and over.

Baji dying. The sense of utter helplessness that swallowed him whole, clutching his dead body in his arms. The sound of his best friend’s last breath, that fucking smile–

‘I’d kill for some peyoung yakisoba right now.’

Baji scoffs, “Some asshole clipped me is what fucking happened.” Side-eyeing him, he adds, “Relax, dude, it’s nothing. I’m fine.”

He really needs to lighten the fuck up.

“We’re waiting on–”

“–go already?! You got me here, I don’t need your help anymore, go home.”

Chifuyu’s eyes – Baji’s and Kazutora’s too– shift instinctively to the source of the outburst. Wheeled in by a nurse, your boyfriend trailing behind you like a kicked puppy, Chifuyu’s heart leaps into his throat at the sight of you, tear stricken, pain etched over every inch of the scowl you wear, clutching an ice pack to your ankle.

‘Pick.’

Fearful eyes flicker between them, silently pleading for a reprieve. ‘But I-I haven’t done anything.’

He hums contentedly, and takes your hand in his, fingers entwining to bring it to his cheek, nuzzling against the soft skin. “Maybe not… but you were thinking about it. So pick one, or I’ll break them both.”

Something dark and unpleasant roils in his stomach.

“Babe, can we–” your boyfriend glances around the room, visibly cringing at unwanted attention the two of you have drawn. He lowers his voice to a hushed whisper, “Can we talk about this later? I get that you’re upset–”

Beside him, Kazutora’s head tilts, “Isn’t that…?”

“…Yeah.”

“Considering it’s your fault that I’m here in the first place, yeah, you could say I’m pretty pissed!” you snap.

The nurse, doing her absolute best to ignore the squabbling and maintain some air of professionalism, gives you a sympathetic look as she parks the wheelchair next to a bed opposite the three of them and helps you up. “The doctor won’t be long,” she says, patting your shoulder before she turns to depart.

… Not without a sharp, pointed glare towards your harried looking boyfriend.

That’s all background noise. Chifuyu’s too busy turning those words over and over in his head, waiting for them to click.

Your fault.

Your. Fault.

And his eyes shift back to the ice pack you’re holding to a swollen ankle, the sheen of tears on your face, and a sudden, violent urge claws its way to the surface. It takes every ounce of self control he possesses not to launch himself across the room and start beating the shit out of him right there and then.

If he touched you, if that asshole fucking hurt you–

“That’s not fair. I said I was sorry–”

“Oh, you’re sorry?! Go to hell, Ginji! Actually, no. On second thought why don’t you go back to Rin’s instead, sounded like her bed was real cold without you there to fucking warm it!”

While your voice quavers, the words are no less acidic. No less furious. You might be on the verge of shattering, but if looks could kill, your piece of shit boyfriend would be dead twice over.

Ginji stands there, mouth opening and closing soundlessly, floundering for words.

He goes to touch your shoulder only to second guess himself, his hand hovering awkwardly in the air for a moment, then dropping back down to his side – a good decision on his part, considering Chifuyu’s half tempted to march his way over there and break it.

Cheating? That piece of shit was cheating on you?

Huh. Maybe the universe does have a sense of humour after all, twisted as it is.

Your boyfriend at least has the decency to look ashamed of himself, cheeks flushing pink. Rather than meeting your accusatory stare, his eyes are downcast, the speckled linoleum suddenly infinitely more interesting to the man.

“It was a mistake,” he admits, choking the words out like they’re physically stuck in his throat. “I shouldn’t– I never meant to hurt you. I love you.”

Bitterly, you scoff, and Ginji flinches like you’ve struck him.

Good, Chifuyu thinks. Someone should hit the asshole.

He, Baji and Kazutora aren’t the only ones drawn in by your argument. The doctors and nurses that breeze past, slowing their pace ever so slightly to catch a few seconds more, the patients in the beds around you, subtly leaning in, hushing their friends and families to better hear the drama unfold.

If you were less worked up, all the attention you two have drawn would probably bother you a hell of a lot more than it currently is.

You weren’t the kind of girl who got off on causing a scene. The nosiness, complete strangers watching something deeply personal between you two unravel like it’s free entertainment, he almost feels bad for you.

Then again, he’s seen you in far more compromising, vulnerable positions than this, and enjoyed it, too.

Any guilt he might’ve felt – should have felt – was buried a long, long time ago. He’s not all that interested in digging it back up, and even if he wanted to, Chifuyu’s not so sure he could tear himself away.

“Just… go away,” you mutter. “Haven’t you done enough tonight?”

From your vantage point, staring misty eyed at your lap, you miss the way your boyfriend’s expression hardens. Chifuyu doesn’t.

He sighs, long suffering, “You’re being stubborn for the sake of it, you can’t get home on your own. You can barely walk, babe.”

“I’ll manage.” A curt dismissal.

“We can drive her home.”

Chifuyu’s soul ascends from his body, eyes incredulous – horrified – as he turns his head to find Kazutora staring straight at Ginji, eyes dark and glittering, a smile on his lips.

It isn’t a pleasant expression.

Your boyfriend rounds on the three of them, straightening his shoulders, shifting to hide you from view as though they’re some sort of a threat and he could in any way actually shield you from it.

(The first part is true, his subconscious reminds him. The second undoubtedly isn’t.)

“I’m sorry, who are you?” he sneers, shooting them a disdainful glower. “Mind your own damn business, we’re having a private conversation here.”

… A super private conversation with half the ER listening in. If he weren’t so on edge, Chifuyu might be tempted to laugh at that. As it is, his expression only tightens.

Baji, bruised, bloodied and bandaged, matches Kazutora’s grin from his position propped up on the bed. The idiot barely escaped becoming roadkill, yet still manages to look like he wants nothing more than to start beating the shit out of your boyfriend right in the middle of the ER.

This is dangerous territory. His fingers twitch and flex, glancing uneasily between you, your boyfriend and his friends, trying to think of the right words to say to diffuse this situation, to get their attention off of you, you away from that asshole, and–

‘I hate you.’

Chifuyu presses a kiss to your naked shoulder, drawing himself closer to steal your warmth. ‘I know.’

“Oh my god, would you stop, Gin!” you snap, taking all four of them by surprise. Quieter, you add, “They’re Michi’s friends, don’t be rude.”

That, it seems, is the breaking point for your boyfriend.

He spares you an incredulous look, and shakes his head with a scoff, “Yeah, whatever. Call me when you wanna act like an adult about this and we can talk.”

“Run along now,” Kazutora taunts, not quite quick enough to dodge the sharp elbow Chifuyu jabs into his ribs.

With one final huff, Ginji does exactly that.

The moment his figure disappears through the sliding double doors, you let out a shuddering gasp, crumbling in on yourself as a fresh wave of tears bursts forth. On sheer instinct alone, Chifuyu’s halfway out of his seat before his brain’s registered he’s moved at all – only to stop dead in his tracks when one of the ER docs materialises at your bedside, chart in hand, and introduces herself.

He swallows, forcing himself back into the uncomfortable plastic chair.

“Dude, you good?” Again, if he were in a better mood perhaps he’d appreciate the humour in Baji, laid up in a hospital bed, being the one to ask if he’s okay.

“Yeah.”

Nobody says much after that.

He’s distinctly aware of the curious, borderline concerned glances from his friends – not to mention the ones they share with each other – he’s hard pressed to care when his attention keeps getting pulled over to where you’re getting your exam, every wince and muffled cry of pain like knives under his skin, all too familiar.

You clutch at him with hands like claws, desperate, wailing, crying, a gross mix of snot and tears dribbling down your face as fingers poke and prod at your injured leg.

‘Stop being a dick, we need to set it or it won’t heal properly.’

Another twist of his wrist and you choke out another scream, burying your face in his chest to sob.

His hand now rubbing soothingly at your calf, Kazutora’s expression turns thoughtful, ‘…Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, would it?’ His eyes meet Chifuyu’s, ‘If it didn’t heal right, I mean.’

When they bring you back from getting an x-ray, rather than the bed you were in before, the one opposite them, the nurse wheels you over to the recently vacated bay next to Baji’s.

“So you can wait with your friends,” she says kindly, helping you up onto the bed.

He waits for you to tell her that they’re not really your friends, that this has all been blown way out of proportion and you barely know them – which is the truth.

You don’t, simply thanking her with a polite nod, and once she’s out of earshot you collapse back against the pillows with a sigh, “At least the pain meds are kicking in.” You turn your head to look at them, “Thanks, by the way. You don’t actually have to drive me home. You guys did enough getting him out of here.”

Baji opens his mouth–

“Did he do that to you?” Chifuyu cuts in before either of the others have a chance to reply, jerking his chin towards your swollen, most likely broken ankle. “You said…”

Your fault.

There’s zero moral high ground for him to stand on, he’s perfectly aware of that, but it’s been bugging him ever since those words slipped out. If Chifuyu finds out that asshole actually laid a fucking hand on you, he’s gonna lose it.

If anyone – anyone – hurts you this time around, promises or not, he’s going to return the favour without hesitation; eye for an eye, tooth for fucking tooth.

Nobody touches you.

For a second you frown at him, confused, and then something must click because you laugh, sad and more than a little sheepish, and shake your head. “No, no, not like that. We were fighting about the whole… sleeping with his ex thing.” His fingers curl into a fist. “I went to storm out of the apartment, he grabbed my wrist to stop me and I tripped. Pretty dumb, right?”

He doesn’t laugh with you. None of them do.

—

Chifuyu gets a text from Takemitchy the next day. Between all the emojis and the exclamation marks, it’s a thank you note. You’re practically a sister to Hina, and now that they’re married, a sister to him, too.

All he did was drive you home, and Takemichi’s acting like he stepped in front of a bullet.

Yeah, Chifuyu’s a real knight in shining armour.

… A masochist, maybe.

Ignoring the fresh wave of self disgust that settles inside of him, he sends a thumbs up in response.

What else is he supposed to say; yeah, no worries, it’s the least I could do after making her life a misery the past few goes ‘round?

They’ve all done bad things, he won’t deny that. Killed people. Hurt people. Kazutora stabbed Baji, Draken ended up on death row for murdering Kisaki, in multiple timelines Mikey was either directly or indirectly responsible for all of their deaths. Even Takemitchy lost his way once or twice before he caught up with himself.

And it’s not that he holds that against any of them. Takemitchy certainly doesn’t. Things were fucked up for a long time, and each of them became fucked up people trying to deal with that.

But in the same way he can’t be around Kisaki without wanting to throttle him, Chifuyu can’t look at you without seeing every awful, horrible act they put you through play out in his head like a movie that won’t turn off. Rewriting the timeline doesn’t erase that. It doesn’t absolve him of the guilt.

So he stays away. Keeps Baji and Kazutora away.

Or tries to, at least.

A few hours after Takemichi’s text, his phone lights up again, vibrating to announce a new message, this time from a number he doesn’t recognise.

Hey, I got your number from Michi! Hope you don’t mind–

There’s more, he doesn’t read the rest. Deletes the message, switches his phone to do not disturb and shoves it back into the pocket of his jeans, forcing himself to focus on the inventory lists in front of him and not the pounding in his chest.

Chifuyu’s trying, he’s trying so fucking hard. You’re not making this any easier.

—

A week and a half later, the weather outside is miserable and the store is quiet when, a little before closing, the bell above the door rings, announcing a customer.

Baji with his busted arm sits at the counter, Kazutora busy with restocking the shelves, so Chifuyu, out the back working through the month's expenses and wondering (not for the first time) why he hasn’t yet hired an accountant to do this for him, ignores it.

At least until he hears an all too familiar sound trickling through the door, one that sends a pang straight to his heart.

Your laugh.

Unmistakable, unforgettable, Chifuyu’s mind goes blank and like a dog with a scent he’s out, weaving his way to the front of the store, chasing after it. He finds you, moon boot and all, leaning up against the front counter, laughing at something Baji’s said.

The image of you, relaxed, perfectly at ease, happier than he’s seen you for a while – the wedding included – does a funny thing to his insides. And then you turn to face him, your countenance brightens and for a good few seconds he forgets how to breathe.

You’ve always been beautiful to him – smiling, though, it’s a gut punch. Palms sweaty, heart racing, he’s struck dumb.

“Chifuyu!”

‘Fuyu–Fuyu, please–N-ugh!’

‘Don’t know what you’re begging him for, princess. Chifuyu’s not gonna help you.’

Baji’s hand curls through your hair, dragging your torso up to meet his bare, sweat slicked chest. Dark eyes glint, his tongue drags along your neck, teeth nipping at your earlobe, causing you to whimper.

He laughs meanly, ‘He’s enjoying this too much.’

“You’re here,” he replies lamely, glancing to his left to find Kazutora watching him with thinly veiled amusement.

You take it in stride, “Well yeah, you never replied to my message, so I had to ask Hina for the address. You’re a difficult guy to get a hold of.”

The teasing lilt in your voice tells him you’re only joking, his cheeks flush anyway.

“How’s the ankle?” he asks instead.

“Better! Still a pain, but you know, it could’ve been worse. I can walk… kinda. More of a hobble, I guess.”

“Least you can take yours off when you’re showering,” Baji grumbles from behind the counter.

You laugh, “True.” To Chifuyu, you add, “I wanted some stuff for Bean, and since you never replied to my message, I thought I’d kill two birds with one stone and swing by.”

“Bean?” Kazutora asks, completely abandoning all pretence of working to draw closer and join in on the conversation.

“My kitten. She’s a little terror.”

… You used to play with the strays Kazutora brought home, he remembers that. Talked to them in that soft baby voice, coaxing them closer for pats and treats. Let them curl up and fall asleep on your lap when you were reading or watching tv.

It was almost definitely an act of petty defiance, showering the felines in love and affection all the while ignoring them as much as they’d allow. Hard to take it to heart, though, when watching you fawn over them was pretty much the cutest thing he’d ever seen.

“Anyway, there’s this new noodle bar that’s opened up down the road. You guys are almost finished up, right? Let me have a look around for a few things for Bean, you can close up and we’ll go. My treat.”

He arches an eyebrow, “Because we drove you home?”

“Because you didn’t have to drive me home, or stand up to Ginji, or keep me company in the first place,” you counter, still with that same open earnestness, that soft expression that has his insides all tied up in knots. “And because I want to. Are you really going to turn down a free meal?”

The universe is fucking with him. Punishing him, maybe.

And it’d be so, so easy to blame you for it – you’re like one of those sad, beaten down dogs that keeps returning to its master no matter how many times they’re kicked – except there’s no version of this where he’s the good guy, and you don’t remember anything different.

Chifuyu’s expression shifts into a paper thin smile. “Take your time looking around,” he tells you. “But dinner… It was just a lift, no need to make a big deal out of it. We’re good.”

“Oh, yeah– no, of course! I um, I won’t keep you guys long.”

It’s Kazutora, watching the exchange with that same considering look he’d worn back at the wedding, who cuts in, saving Chifuyu from responding. “No rush, take as long as you want.”

Your eyes flicker back to Chifuyu, hesitant now, unsure. Still, you paper over that disappointment, your expression not quite as bright as the one before, but genuine all the same. “Thanks, I mean it. And… if you change your mind about dinner,” you shrug easily, “the offer’s open.”

He only nods, turning sharply on his heel to leave before you can get another word in.

Before you can convince him that dinner is in any way a good idea.

You shouldn’t make him feel like this – not guilty. No, he’d take the guilt in heaping droves, he certainly deserves it. You make him feel all off kilter, like his heart’s beating out of sync, and his whole body’s wired wrong.

You stick in his head, refusing to budge. To give him a minute’s fucking peace.

And as he makes it back into the sanctuary of his office, firmly shutting the door behind him and falling back against it with an unsteady breath out, Chifuyu wonders if this isn’t your own brand personal of torture.

If it is, it’s sure as hell working.

—

Fingers wind into your hair, Chifuyu shudders, groaning appreciatively at the sight before him.

Your eyes are big, swimming with desperate, pretty tears as you choke and gag around the cock stuffing your face. For him it’s heaven – the plush, wet heat of your mouth, the tiny spasms of your throat closing around him when he pushes in deeper.

He curses, moaning louder, dragging your face to his pelvis and holding it there, rutting his hips faster, fucking your face as you beat and claw at his thighs, unable to breathe. That blistering thread of pleasure deep in his core pulls taut–

Chifuyu’s eyes snap open, heart pounding, and he gasps for air. In his boxers, his cock twitches insistently, half hard and aching, the phantom sensation of your lips wrapped around it too fresh to ignore.

If he had a shred of decency left in him, he’d go and take a cold shower. If he were more awake, if it weren’t the dead of the night, if his bed wasn’t so comfortable, and the memory of you swallowing him down any easier to banish.

His hand snakes down into his boxers, and as he bites down on his bottom lip to muffle any noise and takes himself in hand, rubbing the now throbbing length, he tries not to think about how disgusted you’d be if you could see him now.

—

You’re at Takemichi’s birthday, chatting animatedly with Pah’s girlfriend when he arrives. You brighten when you see him though, and wave. Half heartedly, he returns it, then spends the rest of the night doing his utmost to avoid you.

Which in no way deters the birthday boy himself from plopping down beside him, beer in hand, and awkwardly attempting to set you two up.

“She’s great! And y’know, she’s pretty and super nice. And um, she broke up with that Ginji guy so she’s single right now as well.”

He bites back an bitter laugh, and risks another glance your way.

A few days later, Chifuyu runs into said ex on his way home from a late night beer and snack run. The brunet doesn’t notice him, minding his own business up ahead on the sidewalk.

There’s nothing in particular that sets him off. He’s not even sure it was a conscious decision. One minute they’re walking, the next they’re down an alleyway out of sight and he’s on top of Ginji, beating the absolute shit out of him.

And he can’t stop.

His fists are slick with blood, knuckles split, and the wet thwacking of flesh hitting flesh drowns out the sound of his own haggard breath, the yelps that turn into grunts and groans, and then garbled nothings.

In his head, the images shift, coming one after the other, relentless–

You, flinching away from his touch, trying in vain to hide your tears.

Baji, panting, balls deep inside of you, forcing your lips together in a violent kiss.

The sick, soft delight playing in Kazutora’s eyes, his fingers tracing idle patterns into your shoulder as you sleep. ‘She’s perfect, isn’t she?’

He can’t stop.

—

“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Chifuyu blinks, jerking back to the present in time to realise that the shelf he’s been re-stocking is already full, and he’s been standing there mindlessly trying to shove extra products into a space they physically won’t fit for god only knows how long.

He shakes his head, clearing his throat and glances at Baji. “Nothing, it’s– I’m fine.”

From the disbelieving look on his face, the single raised eyebrow, he can tell Baji doesn’t buy it. Chifuyu can’t blame him, really – it’s been days of this, operating on some weird, malfunctioning autopilot, pretending that everything’s a-okay when he hasn’t slept and barely eats. He can’t close his eyes without seeing you.

He’d honestly be more surprised if his friends hadn’t noticed anything amiss.

“I’m good,” he repeats, forcing a tight smile.

Is this what it feels like to lose his mind?

—

When Takemichi calls him late one night a few days later, he’s expecting some sort of well intentioned – albeit clumsy and heavy-handed – attempt at an intervention.

‘We’re worried, you’ve been acting kinda… strange lately. You know you can always talk to us, right?’

He’d have to be blind to miss the shared looks between Baji and Kazutora at work. More than once he’d walked in on the two of them whispering between themselves, only for them to separate and act completely oblivious the second they noticed him.

Chifuyu wouldn’t put past either one of them to confide in Michi about it, either.

As it turns out, he’s wrong.

The day of your funeral, it rains all day. Not a light drizzle either; black skies and rumbling thunder, a deluge that won’t let up. It feels fitting.

Chifuyu puts on a suit, drives with Baji and Kazutora to join Takemichi and their friends at the shrine. Neither one of them ask why he’s adamant on going to the funeral of a girl he barely knew.

They don’t say much of anything at all.

An older couple is standing by the doors when they arrive, greeting the mourners as they enter. It takes him a second to realise that they must be your parents. Your mother cries quietly, your father shaking hands and thanking them in a stiff, thick voice for coming.

Once inside, he spots Hinata in her kimono first, crying her eyes out on a misty eyed Michi’s shoulder, Emma standing to her left, not faring much better. But the others are there too, dotted throughout the room; Draken, Mikey, Pah and Pe-yan. Mitsuya with his sisters, Hakkai with his.

Whether they’re here for you or in support of Hinata and Takemichi, he doesn’t know, nor can he muster the energy to care.

Chifuyu says little the entire time, jaw set, bloodshot eyes rimmed in red, and the only thing he can focus on throughout the service – the only thing keeping him together – is the deathly tight grip Baji keeps on his shoulder and Kazutora’s hand locked around his.

A mugging gone wrong. What kind of sick fucking joke is that?

They put you through hell, you suffered and suffered and suffered, and he fixed it. He did everything right this time; kept his distance and nearly drove himself insane, and for what?

You were supposed to have some kind of a future.

If you weren’t with them, then you were supposed to be happy.

Instead you’re gone, and Chifuyu can’t feel anything.

There’s just… nothing. A gaping, jagged hole in his chest, and he realises that he was wrong earlier. Losing his mind wasn’t forcing himself to give you up and stay away, losing his mind is staring at the coffin holding your dead body.

—

Takemitchy, tipsy and loose-lipped, told him once about how he’d gained the time leaping ability. How Shin had, before him.

—

A fist pounds at the door, “Oi, hurry up. We’re gonna be late!”

Chifuyu lets out a breathless laugh.

His shirt’s rumpled, tie askew, the waistcoat and jacket laid out on the bed in preparation for today carelessly shoved aside, and as for his pants – they’re unbuckled and hanging from his thighs.

His hips snap forward, drawing a sharp squeal from you, which he’s quick to soothe with another feverish kiss. “Shh, almost–” he pants, licking his lips, “almost there.”

And true to his word, he picks up the pace, moaning at the way your tight little pussy clenches reflexively around him, spasming under the relentless barrage of his cock stuffing you full, molding your insides to the shape of him.

You’re probably still sore and oversensitive from earlier. They hadn’t been gentle, Tora spreading your legs and shoving his face between your thighs before you’d even woken up, Baji quick to join in on the fun. You’d whined and sniffled and pleaded, tearfully begging for them to stop, but you always look so cute like that, shuddering and wrecked, cumming for them in a fucked out stupor over and over.

He knows they should treat you better, take a little more care with you – at least with stuff like this. Right now, though, it’s impossible to think of anything but chasing his own pleasure, fucking you deeper, faster, the sheer bliss of you milking every last drop of cum from his cock while he groans out your name.

He’ll make it up to you later.

Your nails rake down his back, harsh enough to draw blood if not for his shirt, and he hisses in pleasure. Your tears, the breathless pleas, even the weak struggles beneath him, none of it breaks through that haze, he’s wholly lost to the pleasure of your cunt. His grip on you tightens, drawing you closer, your naked, heaving tits pressed against his chest. He can feel your racing heart pounding.

His head tips back, mouth falling open. The rhythm of the onslaught gives way to urgency, hips faltering, punching himself deeper in short, rabbitting paps.

You hide your face in his shoulder, clinging to him, choking back a sob–

“Fuyu! For fuck’s sake, if you don’t hurry the hell up and finish, we’re going to miss the damn wedding!” Baji snarls through the door.

You tense, toes curling, and squeeze so tightly around his cock that Chifuyu loses control entirely, pleasure exploding like stars behind his eyes, ripping through him violently as spurts of hot, thick cum splatter your insides. His hips rock into you, and he murmurs your name in a contented sigh, riding out his orgasm with a few last, lazy thrusts.

When the wave eventually recedes and he catches his breath, he carefully eases his cock free, lowers you down to the bed – paying no mind to the cum that dribbles from your abused cunt onto the bedsheets below – and presses an affectionate kiss to your forehead.

“You’re so good to us,” he mumbles, collapsing down beside you.

You stiffen at the words. Fat, glistening tears well in your eyes and spill silently down your lashes. Gently, he thumbs them away, but you don’t say anything.

You rarely do these days, if you can help it.

If he weren’t in such a rush, he’d take the time to clean you up, get you some water. Instead, he has to make do with a quick kiss, forcing himself to get up and fix his appearance, tucking his spent cock back into his pants.

Takemitchy’ll almost definitely have a meltdown if they’re not at the venue soon.

Racing around the room, gathering up his clothes and throwing them on, he keeps a half an eye on you. You don’t move beyond a soft, shaking tremble, your quiet sobs tugging at his heartstrings.

This is better than the alternative, though.

You might not see that yet, but that doesn’t make it any less true. And they love you. He loves you. If it keeps you alive and safe and with them, he won’t apologise for it.

The simple truth of it is he, Baji and Kazutora – they can’t survive without you, and you can’t survive without them.

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokrev #yandere chifuyu x reader #yandere kazutora x reader #yandere baji x reader #yandere matsuno chifuyu #yandere baji keisuke #yandere hanemiya kazutora #tw: noncon #i no longer care if this is good or not #it is done #and that is all that matters #:))#help

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yanderederee · 8 days

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I saw the yandere alphabet i am just so excited! Can i please get Baji letter M? Thank you lovely ♡

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Pfft- Baji “I’ll punch someone in the face for looking at me wrong” Keisuke?

Baji’s aggressive demeanor is ever present in the way he always acts and protects you. He’s possessive and unashamed. You’re his baby, and everyone is well aware.

Baji’s true colors are always on full display. It’s just that no one takes them to heart when he acts in a toxic way, because “well, that’s just Baji for you.”

And you accept him for the way he is.

He’s even apparent in the way he’s more gentle with you than everyone else. He might snap at anyone in his usual abrasive tone, but subconsciously will humble his tone and volume when addressing you. It’s hilarious, and sweet. That’s why no one bats an eye when he almost beat a guy half to death when he bumped your shoulder in passing.

#yandere alphabet #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #Baji #baji keisuke #keisuke baji #baji x reader #yandere #yandere baji #yandere Baji x reader

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ghoularaki · 1 year

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Pls make a baji smut, he meets y/n tru mikey and he falling inlove with her and wanting to pursue, claim \mark her😏 we need a whole ass chase sis, hydrate our thirsty asses💦💦💦

bare your teeth for me

I GOTCHU, i do love me some primal play

tw yandere baji, aged up baji (27), dubcon/noncon, primal play, marking, forced submission, dacryphilia, size kink (6 foot baji ehehe), public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, hinted kidnapping

requests are OPEN

Childhood friends rarely last; this is what you learned as you grew older. Growing up in the same neighborhood as Mikey led to you two becoming close; not close enough to learn of his gang activity until misfortune fell upon you. Later learning that what once was simple delinquency morphed into something darker.

Naively, you wanted to stick by Mikey as you knew he was troubled. This led to meeting his less than savory friends—at best they ignored you, but at most they leered at your form. Malice dripped from their forked tongues, tempting as the snake to Eve. A nod and a simper was all you offered. You knew how men like them operated. Lacking in lascivious knowledge didn’t make you any less aware that the opposite sex came with fine print etched into the bottom of a contact.

That’s where you met Baji. A boisterous man with fanged teeth and a sharper smile. Sure—he was like those men with cruel intentions, seemingly born with bloodied knuckles, and yet he was gentle.

At least with you.

Baji knew how women like you functioned. Inquisitive at best and a smartass at worst. He was surprisingly shy around women, raised to treat them like royalty with his mother’s heavy hand. Never to fault the woman, he knew he was a lot and her scolding was out of love.

He never believed love at first sight until he saw your form attached to Mikey. Discomfort was apparent as you clung to him as an IV within a collapsing vein. This wasn’t the first time you have appeared at one of their meetings. For some reason, Mikey liked to show you off—a trophy or rather a matching accessory. One way or another, you two were connected simply from a strip of labeled concrete.

Mikey harbored no romantic feelings for you, this, Baji understood. Why else would Mikey never blink an eye to how he ate up your body? A hunger sat in his stomach. Worming around in his small intestine, begging to be devoured and digested. The lovely skin of your neck calling for his canines to sink into and never let go.

He practiced his patience well, but with you in his sights, all those years of being beaten into a gentleman vanished.

Across the round table of estranged men, Baji eyed you next to Mikey as usual. At this point, he stopped paying attention. Swirling around in his mind were the different ways he could take you. When he sunk inside of you, would you whimper or moan? Cry or mewl? How about if he bent you over the table in front of everyone? He could almost taste your cunny clenching around him from the shame and arousal.

He licked his teeth- like a wolf about to eat the rabbit. Oh my, what a pretty bunny you would be for him.

“Meeting adjourned.” Mikey’s voice called, breaking Baji from his thoughts.

Your shoulders sagged, relief written on your visage to finally be away from these gangsters.

If only you knew what Baji had in mind for you.

You got up, stretching your arms above your head, calling attention to your breasts. You must be doing it on purpose, Baji thought.

“Go to the car, I’ll be there in a minute.” Mikey spoke to you.

Quirking up an eyebrow, you were visibly confused.

“Okay?”

Not wanting to upset him, you moved to the double doors, locking eyes with Baji’s molten hues. Nodding your head in acknowledgment, exchanging quick pleasantries with the feral, yet gentle man.

Once you were out of earshot, Mikey waltzed over to the taller man.

“Don’t break her too bad.” He left in the air before moving through another set of doors in the opposite direction.

A vicious grin cracked upwards as Baji processed the notion. With Mikey’s permission there was nothing holding him back.

You should have known something was off the second Mikey commanded for you to leave on your own. The parking garage was eerie without another person with you. Luckily the lights didn’t flicker or else you would truly be in some horror movie fuck fest.

Being on the top floor of the ten story cement building was always an inconvenience- even more so now. It boggled your mind why Mikey thought it was a good idea to have the car parked so high up. You shivered as a breeze made its way through the gaping walls.

Sighing as your heeled feet clacked against the floor just wanting to get home faster. Your footsteps echoed. Echoed in the barren parking lot, a pair of feet copied yours.

You stop.

The mimicking steps stopped. A second late.

Whipping around in fear, you were met with silent, parked cars greeting you. A hitch caught in your breath, you trusted your instincts. Quickening your pace, searching frantically for Mikey’s car. You rounded the corner, despising how this place was like a maze.

There was Mikey’s ebony Cadillac among the other less expensive cars. It stuck out like a sore thumb, thankfully. Though As you advanced towards the Cadillac, a figure came out from the back. A very familiar figure.

Standing in all his six foot glory was Baji. His inky hair matching the Cadillac— glossy and deep in hue. A smug look struck on his winsome face, as if he knew something you didn’t.

“Baji, what are you doing here?” Your question hung empty in the air.

Instead of answering, Baji took a hair tie from his wrist, elegantly tying his thick hair back with nimble fingers.

You faltered at the movement.

Grinning, he dropped his hands to stuff into his slacks.

“You have thirty seconds to run.”

“W-what?”

“One, two, three, four—”

Not wanting to tempt fate, as you were bartering on borrowed time, you pivoted your foot and started to race down the corridors.

You quickly turned to the right to make it to the elevator, relying on the head start you were given. Slamming into the metal, you frantically hit the button.

The neon numbers stay stuck on the third floor.

“Fuck,” You seethed. Of course it wasn’t going to be that easy. You had no clue what Baji wanted from you, but it couldn’t be anything good. He was typically so gentle, even reclused with you, and yet here he was— initiating an impromptu game of tag.

This time the consequences will be more than childish disappointment.

Forgoing your original plan, you make your way to the exit of lot ten. You refused to use the stairs as it was a sure fire way to doom yourself. For now, you must get as far away as possible before you could be stealthy.

As silent as you could with high heels, you hustled through the sloped exit. Half of you prayed for a car to come whipping towards you. Maybe whoever operated the vehicle would save you, but it wasn’t likely. Everyone here carried some sort of cross.

Night poured in from the gaping walls of the garage. The only lights to guide you were the blaring, fluorescent lamps.

No one was going to help you. Suspense built in your chest, tightening around your throat as you ran further down the levels.

The paths were long and confusing. Trying your best to follow the signs to lead to the next lot, you were quickly overwhelmed. By now, thirty seconds have long since passed and you were only about two levels down from before. You slowed your pace to a jog, clinging to the wall not to expose yourself too much.

A pattern of lazy footfalls was not too far behind. He was having fun with it, tormenting you.

Crouching behind the cars that lined lot eight, you used it as coverage. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

His husky humming soon filled the barren concrete.

“*Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run*.”

Sweat collected at your hairline, dropping down the side of your face. Peering over the side of a navy blue car, you spied Baji strolling down the middle of the aisle, leisure in his stride. His confidence fueled your need to win whatever game he forced you into.

Doing away with your heels, you shift your weight, taking off one shoe— keeping your gaze on the hunter. Repeating the motion on your other foot.

Your nostrils flared as you let out a relieved sigh that no noise was made. Gone was the obstacle that would surely give away your position, the inevitable clicking surely would’ve been your demise. Eyes wondering to one heel, you formed a plan.

Baji was in the way. There was a door that led to the stairway, but you refused to go that way. You rather be exposed than confined. Shuffling to the other end of the car, you peer over the other end to see Baji's back. Taking one shoe you threw it over the pathway for the cars. A quick smile graces your lips at the good throw. With your minimal luck he will think you are at the other side of the lot. Instantly his head snapped towards the noise, a furrow in his thick brows. He soon followed.

His movement didn't lose any of its mellow stagger. Baji walked down two lanes of cars to spot the shoe you threw. By the time he made it to the heel, you crawled further down the line.

Throat bubbling, a guttural laugh bellowed among the concrete.

"Sneaky, sneaky girl." His tone mocked you as his head was leaned back with shut lids. He basked in how you were playing this game with him.

Ignoring how he was obviously getting aroused at this, you kept moving. Staying still certainly meant death. You had no clue his motive and you didn't want to find out.

Clutching the other shoe, you made a break for it. You couldn't wait in that port forever, it was still six stories up. There was no other way for you to escape and who knows how long it would take for him to move from the exit.

You bolted down the decline down to the next level. At this point you were descending down Dante's inferno rather than to your freedom. Every step was damning. Without the clicking heels, the sound was softened to just the padding of your feet. But every mouse-like noise echoed in this chamber.

Of course Baji heard and caught sight of your movement, giving chase. This was the most fun part, at least to him. His laugh continued as he darted to your form. Your heart stuttered in your chest at the sound of his heeled boots. Whipping around you spotted how he was mere feet away from you.

Your face contorted,

“Fuck."

Labored and aching inhales shattered your body. His hand grazed your back, almost catching your shirt. A scream peaked as you pumped your arms to go faster. You can only run in a straight line for so long before he eventually dug his claws in.

Swerving to the right, you kept the sloping exit in your line of sight. Baji had begged to differ. He jumped over the hood of a car to place himself in front of you. Eyes blown out in fear, you stumbled backwards. Pivoting to turn around, your legs carried you back into the lines of parked cars. It was near impossible to lose him now as he had his sights on you.

The further you ran, the more he led you away from your initial destination. The bastard was steering you to the stairwell. Swearing under your breath, there was no else for you to go. You slammed your body into the metal door. The blaring red of the exit sign mimicking the gates of hell.

Racing down the stairs, you were careful not to slip from your thin pantyhose. How inconvenient. The stairs were made from the same concrete but more polished. The ground was hard underneath your feet. At this point everything ached. Time slipped of how long you have been running but it felt like a millennia. Pain will always make seconds bleed into centuries.

A bang bellows within the thin corridor, glancing up you see Baji standing above you. He waved from the banister you were just at. You were at least three flights away from him. Flipping him off, you kept going.

He cackled at the gesture, your brattiness just made this all the more fun. Men like him never did like prey that rolled over on their back. It was all about the chase, the push and pull.

Even mice eventually bite back against the sly cat.

His fangs glisten against the flickering, fluorescent lights. The exit sign casted a rosy glow behind him. The devil was an angel.

Your feet and hands sweat in morbid apprehension. Licking the salt from the top of your lip, you chant in your head to not trip. As scary as the situation was, the embarrassment would trump it. At this point you couldn't be too far from the floor level. So lost in how your footsteps echo, you forgot how silent Baji was.

*Bam!*

Baji lands right in front of you. The crazy bastard jumped from at least six flights of stairs. You gasped and choked, flabbergasted at him.

"What the fuck!" you screeched. Your eyes bounced to where you could escape.

"Come on, rabbit, I think we have played long enough," despite his words, his dilated pupils say otherwise. He was enjoying this.

Turning around you got back up the stairs to get to the door labeled "2."

The gangster is quick to make haste to catch you. He gripped the back of your shirt again. The neckline cuts into your throat; an ugly gag forced from your throat. Pissed, you whipped around—heel still in hand—you smacked him square in the face with the toe end. Your aim was better than you predicted, hitting him square in the nose.

"Fuck!" he growled, letting you go.

Baji cradled his bleeding nose. Copper flowed into his mouth. The taste was foul and bitter, bitter as the fact you actually hit him. This game quickly stopped being fun and he was heated. The audacity. Who the fuck do you think you are?

While his eyes watered, you crawl up the stairs two at a time. The heel clutched in your hands, specks of blood dropped onto the concrete. The thirsty material drank all it could. The crevices now held pieces of the monster behind you.

You pulled the metal door open and kept your pace. Baji wouldn't be held down for long and you didn't want to find out how irate he was. Tears of confusion prickled your eyes. How much more wrong could this evening become?

By now, you would have been half way home, Mikey in the car with you. It would be silent and tense, but not awkward. As you two grew older, you accepted the fact Mikey hungered for darker things. You would never get your best friend back. This made apparent as he willingly served you to the beast hot on your tail. Pretty, silver platter and all.

All men are the same, you seethed

Metal hit concrete with a shattering boom. By now you were a floor away from the ground level. Gulping, you don't let the reverberating crack deter you. You knew you wouldn't hold him off for long. A naive part of you hoped when he realized you wouldn't go down without a fight, he would grow bored and leave you alone. Aforementioned, what an extremely naive thought.

Natural moonlight started to pour in from the entrance not too far from you. Likened to the gates of heaven, the soft light streamed into the dreary building. The change in lighting caused your eyes to squint. Almost laughing in repose, you spied a toll booth a few feet in front of you.

Wasting no time, you jogged over to the toll. Smiling, you opened your mouth to ask the security guard who was frequently here when you were present to call a car for you, only to see it was empty.

Dread washing over you, ice dropping heavy into your tummy. Racing into the booth, you notice the cameras left unattended. Hung on the display screen front and center was a daisy yellow sticky note.

"There's a ten second delay :)."

Moving your eyes from the note, there on the camera was the tail end of you coming inside said booth. Baji not too far behind.

By the time you register just what you saw, you were slammed into the window.

Attempting to twist your body to hit him again with the heel in your hand, only to be apprehended by his larger hand. clutching your puny wrist, he twists it behind your back. You yelped as you dropped your only weapon.

"Get the fuck off me!" you bit out.

In response he crowded you further against the window, his body warm against yours. as you squirm, he dug his crotch into your backside. You still at the feeling of his bulge. Of course the fucker was getting off at this.

Baji leaned down, his breath hot on your ear.

"Why don't you be a good bunny for me and keep still for me." His words brought a whimper from your chest. You squirmed in discomfort. this can't be happening.

Gently he used his free hand to pull the hair near your neck. Dragging his cold nose down the column, he laid a soft kiss on the supple skin.

"You don't understand how long I have waited for this.”

He nipped you in retaliation. you flinched at the sensation. completely ignoring your refusal, Baji kept mouthing at your neck. Sucking and tugging at the flesh that left it raw and bruised.

Pain shot up your spine as he dug his fangs in, breaking the layer until you bled. You amped up your wrestling to get away from him but he bit down harder likened to a wolf in heat.

Whining, you try to ignore how arousal seeped into your panties. Hating how weak he was making you, you lift your free elbow right into his ribs. He let out a grunt, loosening his grip on you.

You made it about three inches before he wrapped a hand around your hair and pulled you back towards him. You winced at the strain on the follicles. He surely ripped some hair out.

"Fucker!"

Using your hair as a leash, he steered you to the desk that faced the inside of the lot. The metal was ice against your thin dress shirt. his rough hand dragged up your spine to make sure you were stuck to the surface. He kicked your legs to spread them, your instinctively arched to accommodate the new position.

Sadly for you and fortunately for him, it left you more vulnerable. His hand in your hair drifted to the back of your neck, gripping it as one would to a misbehaving kitten.

"Will you knock it off? I'm getting real sick of your attitude."

"My attitude?" you twisted your head as best as you can to glare at him, "You were the one that chased me for who knows how long! For what, because you can't get anyone willingly?"

You seethed the remark hoping to get under his skin but he only grinned. Blood on his teeth.

"You aren't just anyone. I will take you, willingly or not. You're mine and have been since the day I saw you."

You huffed at his audacity. "I will fight you till you die."

"Then let’s hope I die a slow death then."

Done with the chit chat, his hand crept down to your pencil skirt. Fiddling with the hem by your thigh, the fabric had ridden up in your kerfuffle.

You clenched your eyes as the warmth of his palm seeped into your pantyhose. The ebony, stiff fabric followed—caught on his wrist. His thumb rubbed the line where your thigh and butt meet. You wiggled at the sweet spot being fondled.

He clicked his tongue to see both your pantyhose and pink panties in the way of what he desired most. A quaint eyebrow raised at the sigh of a dark spot forming.

He giggled,

"Wow you really are a slut. My slutty bunny."

"Shut the fuck up," you pouted, hating the humiliation.

He let the attitude slide- too excited to dig in. Using both hands, he gripped the pantyhole and pulled. Your panties quickly met the same fate. The ripping of fabric bellowed in the small compartment.

Cool air met your exposed pussy. You were completely vulnerable now and you despised it. How dare he do this to you. Despite the anger, you didn't have much fight left in you. What else could you do?

"There you go," Baji sighed out, coaxing to fall further into him.

Knowing you won't bite his head off, he dragged his fingers up the line of your pussy. He traced the circle of your asshole, laughing at how you flinched away.

"Please don't!" you don't think you could take it if he dared.

"I'm only teasing."

He continued his exploration, figuring out the innerworks of your pliant body. He dipped down to brush against your clit, barely giving any stimulation. Going back up to your hole, he barely breaches in before pulling out and repeating the same motion.

You know what he was doing and refused to beg. If he wanted you, he would have to take you with your lips clenched closed.

Getting sick of your silence, he popped two of fingers in without warning. You scream at the unexpected stretch. Your insides burned, it had been awhile since you had been fucked. Baji’s fingers were longer and thicker than yours by a long shot, hitting places you never could.

"Now the brat talks," he breathed into you.

He put his weight on your back, chest firm against the strained muscle.

He curled his fingers forward in a way that made your thighs shake. Baji was barely doing anything and you felt weak.

Not showing any mercy, he fucked his fingers into you. he wiggled the appendages around until he found the spot that gifted him a gentle, muffled moan.

Like a shark out for blood, he abused the spongy area. Not leaving you any room to process what was happening to your body, your mouth parted. Little moans polluted the booth.

The motion wasn't enough to make you cum but damn well near it. Fog started to cloud the glass from your moans. Reluctantly you were giving into the pleasure and all you wanted was your release. Damn it all if it was from the man above you forcing you to take what he gives, the end was approaching.

A meek, "please," broke the air.

Baji stopped his motions, not sure he heard you correctly.

"Want to repeat that for me, bunny?" his tone smug.

You attempt to turn away from his face that was crowding yours. He gripped your hair again, stopping you from moving.

Swallowing your pride, you speak a little louder. "Please."

"Done refusing me?"

whatever docility was in you was snuffed out. you scowled, "go die."

"Not before i fuck you," he laughed.

You sneered at the cheesy line, going back to trying to buck him off.

The playfulness left him. He could deal with a smart mouth but he hated how your tried your best to escape his embrace. He will make you love him one way or another.

Patience was a virtue after all, one baji knew well enough.

His cock was straining in his slacks. He was sure the tip was an angry red, begging to be deep within your walls. He shivered at the thought of breaching your cervix with the head.

Done fantasizing, he pulled his fingers from your hole. You whined at the sudden emptiness. He shushed you but not before plucking his fingers into his mouth. He groaned at the taste of you. The sound was lewd and more slick gushed out from you. He couldn't wait to taste from the source, but that was for another time.

He unzipped his pants and shimmied down the offending fabric along with his boxers.

His cock slapped against his stomach then to your bum. Precum smeared against your rolled up skirt. Wasting no time, he wrapped a hand around the base and guided the head to your cunny. Your hole still empty, winked at him, begging to be refilled.

Baji tapped said hole a few times before bullying his way in. His tip popped into your hole. You both moaned at how he filled you. Already lost in pleasure, baji drove his cock further into you. He stopped half way, pulling out and then slamming to the hilt.

You screamed for a second, scrambling to clutch onto something. Paper and utensils clattered onto the floor. Your hand tried to find purchase on the metal table.

Seeing your struggle, baji grabbed both your hands. He pinned you down, clutching onto your wrists. The body was swarming you. All you could breathe in was him. The weight of him crushed your lungs as his smell suffocated whatever amount of oxygen was left.

Your fists balled as he kept his pace. It was steady and hard. He wasn't jackhammering into you, but he sure was fucking you with purpose.

His cock was heavy within your walls, catching onto all the right places. Already denied an impending orgasm, your peak was creeping up faster than you would like. Of course he would be a good fuck.

"Hmm I knew you would feel like heaven." His voice was heavy and stuttered.

Leaning back down, he kissed the same place he bit. "All mine."

Lost in the rhythm of him positioning into you, you barely notice the sound of a car rolling its way down to the very open and public booth.

Reality crashed around you. You started to struggle again remembering where you were. Completely exposed to the public, you were scared of the repercussions of being caught.

Baji snickered as he saw you also hear the car approach. Even with you wriggling, you grew tighter at the fear.

"Poor bunny, you like being fucked for everyone to see?"

You rapidly shook your head no, "baji please let me go."

"Why would I do that when you are clenching down on me like you're scared I'm gonna leave."

"Keisuke please!" you cried out his first name. Hoping, praying the familiarity would bring him to his senses. It did not. The car had no intention of slowing down. You feared who would be inside. Weighing if it would be better or worse if it was a gang member.

The closer it gets the more you recognize Mikey's sleek Cadillac. Tears burst from your eyes knowing the compromising position he was going to see you in. Baji licked up the tears, growing harder at how pretty you look when you cry. It made your eyelashes darker and clump together in such a delicate way. He wanted to break you until all you had was him.

Baji stopped fucking into you, only grinding as Mikey rolled down his window.

The gang leader glanced down at your sniveling form. His face remained cement but his eyes swirled in cruel amusement.

"I thought I said don't break her."

"I barely call this broken," he emphasized his point with a sharp thrust. You gasped.

"Open the gate for me."

Baji leaned to the right to hit the button to open the gate to let him go home. Fuck him, you should be in car with him, not here. Anger seized you along with crushing betrayal. He did not care. You questioned if he ever did if he could sell you off so easily. You sunk at the broken promise that he wouldn't let anyone hurt you. Teen you never realized he was included in the matter.

Baji saluted him goodbye and Mikey rolled his window back up. You slumped against the desk, drained.

"Don't worry too much, bunny, I will take good care of you."

So tired from today, you stopped fighting as he started to get rougher with his thrusts. His climax was approaching and he wanted you to fall with him. Releasing one of your wrists, he reached around to your front to play with your neglected clit.

He found it with ease, your dazed brain thankful for it. You wanted—needed this to come to a close. He swirled the nub with firm softness, contrasting his frantic thrusts.

"Cum for me, y/n, be a good girl for me," his voice almost pitched at the borderline plea.

Broken down, he abused your g-spot a few more times before white took over your vision.

Gasping high pitched whimpers, your clenching walls triggered his climax as well. Thick and hot cum flooded your cunny. You whined at being filled to the brim. Baji shivered at how wet you were with his cum deep in your cunt. He almost got hard again at the thought of fucking you until you couldn't take anymore of his cum.

He pulled out and watched as the white load drooled out of your swollen cunny. He was attempted to fuck it back into you with his finger, but you had enough for tonight.

You tried to catch your breath at the intensity, coming down from the constant adrenaline rush. Baji pulled you up from where you were slumped against the desk. He wrapped an arm around your waist and threw you over his shoulder. At this point you had nothing left in you. He carried you to his car. Popping the trunk of his just as fancy car, he placed you in.

"Can't let anyone know I have you, bunny," Baji answered without you asking why. "Don't worry, nothing will hurt you now."

What bullshit.

#yandere baji #yandere baji x reader #baji x reader #yandere tokrev #yandere #yandere x reader #baji x you #tw yandere #yandere tokyo revengers

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kissesforsatoru · 11 months

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Your Yandere Baji x Socially Anxious Darlin’ is single-handedly the best shit ever. I’m curious tho, what do you think a Yandere Mikey would be like with a socially anxious darling? Would he be the same menace as Baji and just as clingy, or would he be worse? I’d love to see your headcanons for him.

😩 Any clingy Mikey content is peak.

pairing : mikey x gn!reader, baji x gn!reader, wakasa x gn!reader

summary : mikey, baji, and waka with a socially anxious darling

⤷ cw : general yandere themes, manipulative waka

notes : thank you anon <33 i’m glad you like that little mini series!!

mikey : honestly i think mikey is worse than baji—not much worse, but still definitely worse. he's a huge baby that will throw a tantrum if he doesn't get what he wants, and that includes his beloved's attention. i also don't think he realizes that you're socially anxious at first the same as baji. he would take your refusal to talk to him and your avoidance as rejection. that combined with his entitled attitude will give you one hell of a pissy mikey, a pissy mikey that you have to deal with.

he wouldn’t leave you alone, he refuses to. any time he sees you he's dropping whatever it is he's doing, ignoring whoever he may be having a conversation with, to go talk to you instead. you can shy away from him or run away from him as much as you want, you can even try to tell him to leave you alone outright, but mikey will still get all up in your space. he’ll talk to you, pester you to answer him and get super whiney and pouty if you don’t, he’ll follow you around and cling to you.

but mikey isn't a patient person at all, and he can only take so much of things not going his way. if you keep ignoring him even after so long of him being around, then he’ll just resort to cornering you and forcing you tell him why the hell you're being like this. why won't you just fucking talk to him. he knows you're not just busy or too tired, he wants the real reason, and you better give it to him or else he'll flip. honestly, he's so pushy about it that it might cause you to have a little break down wherever he corners you. you'll sob and tell him through hiccups that he just scares you, you're scared to talk to people in general, but him most of all 'cause he's loud and attracts a lot of attention everywhere he goes, which you don't like in the least bit. you don’t like attention and you don’t like loud things. you just want to be left alone.

that still doesn't stop him from bothering you though, but he will change his approach because he does care about your comfort. he quiets down for you, talks in a gentle voice that's soothing enough for you to ease up at least a little bit whenever he's around. he also always tries to be with you alone, tells his friends and pretty much everyone else not to fuck with you or else he's gonna have a fucking problem with them, and he's not afraid to start a fight with anyone that doesn't listen to him for fuck whatever reason. he goes so far as to get in your classmates face even if they're just asking for help on the hw or for a pencil. mikey will not let anyone talk to you. he gets so riled up about you that can’t help but beat the shit out of anyone that gets too close, for both the reason that you're socially anxious and because he likes having you all to himself. mikey loves having you to himself.

mikey doesn't think that your discomfort applies with him, he doesn't get that it's not just the attention that he gets that makes you feel overwhelmed, it's the attention he gives you too. and he he gives you a shit ton of attention. he doesn't shy away from calling you cute nicknames, he doesn't shy away from telling you how fucking cute he thinks you are, doesn't gonna shy away from sprawling himself all over you, wrapping his arms around you, putting his chin on your shoulder, lay down in your lap, being as touchy with you as you'll allow him to be without breaking down. mikey might even steal a few kisses from you here and there. he can't keep his hands to himself, and he just has to be touching you, even if you tell him that you don't want to be touched at the moment.

so yeah! mikey is clingy as fuck regardless of if his darling is socially anxious or not.

baji : we all know baji won't leave you alone, and we know he also won't get it right away that you're socially anxious, but he does get it faster than mikey does. baji though, unlike mikey, doesn't mind that you don't want to talk to him. as long as he gets to be near you, he's fine. he would like to at least touch you too, sp he might get a little grumpy if you're having one of those day where you just don't wanna talk and don't wanna be touched either, but he won't be like mikey and throw a fit about it.

baji will always wanna be around you. he'll follow you everywhere, pick you up and walks you to school, walk you to your classes and sometimes he'll sit in your class with you if he's feeling particularly attached to you, he'll eat lunch with you and stays with you during your clubs (if you have any), then he'll walk you home. sometimes he even invites himself in and stays over too just cause he loves being around you, and he loves getting to cuddle with you while you sleep. if you have plans on the weekend and baji finds out, he wants to go too. he calls you and facetimes you, texts you, everything. baji just will not let you breathe even for a second, he has to know what you're doing and where you are at all times because he likes knowing if you're okay. and if you're not, then he already knows what's up and he can get there to take care of it for you.

he gets super super protective of you once he realizes you have social anxiety, i mean he was before, but he just becomes so intune with you and what you need that you won't even have to tell him. he knows when something is wrong with you, and he immediately takes care of it. a person is getting too close to you? baji is all up in their space growling at them to back the fuck off or else he'll start throwing fists (if he has the patience for that, which most of the time he won't). you're getting tired and your social batter is draining? baji will just hold you in his arms and do everything for you, or he'll just take you home so you can rest. he always orders for you at restaurants and does all the talking around new, unfamiliar people. he's just- he knows you so well because your comfort is his priority, and he has to know all the things you don't like and all of your little ques so he can get to work on making you comfortable again.

honestly with how protective of you he is, you can probably use him as a scary dog because he keeps people away from you, even when you don't outright ask him to. he growls and glares, wraps his arms around you and keeps you in a protective hold so people don't just drag you away from him and into a situation you don't wanna be in. baji can honestly get scary for other people when you are involved, and you don't wanna be. he really does take your social anxiety seriously and he will learn quickly exactly how to comfort you on your really bad days.

wakasa : of the three of them, waka is the only one that understands you have social anxiety right way, and he at least tries to approach you comfortably from the start, give you some space to not overwhelm you so much, talk with you in a way that doesn't make you feel trapped by a conversation, that stuff. but the thing about waka is that he makes it clear that he's not going anywhere even when he's not physically there with you.

not for a second will he let you think that he'll leave you alone after a while because that's never gonna happen babes. part of the reason he does this is because he just wants to speed up how comfortable you are with him by familiarizing you with his presence, but the other reason is because he doesn't want you to think he's only here to mess around with you. he is a playboy, so he knows that it would be too easy for you to think he just wants to fuck and then be done with it, but that's not the case so he's gonna make sure you know he's gonna stay with you even if he does get you in his bed (which he will eventually, trust).

waka will text you at all hours of the day to check in with you, ask how you are and if you need him to come pick you up because you're having bad anxiety or for whatever other reason. he'll come over to where you live and hang out, then when he leaves, he'll make sure to tell you he'll be back either later that night or in the next few days. he'll ask you on dates all the time or to come over to his place just to spend time with you, and he won't make any moves on you, aside from maybe kissing you and calling you little nicknames like angel, baby, sweetheart (but he does that anyway so). waka just makes sure you understand he wants you for mor than sex and that he's not going anywhere.

once you're comfortable with him he starts to get a bit more invasive to your space. he'll give you kisses more often, pull you into him, hold your hand in public, all that good stuff. but waka will also be very reassuring with you and make sure that you're comfortable, and if you aren't, then he's gonna fix that. if you wanna go home, he'll take you home, if you don't wanna talk, then he won't make you, nor will he let anyone else make you. waka will wrap a protective arm around you and nuzzle you into his shoulder while growling and telling someone to fuck off if they bother you. he just gets very attentive and protective of you.

buttt, i think that waka would use your social anxiety to make you more dependant on him. he'll encourage you, tell you that you only need to talk to him, only stay close to him, nobody eles matters if he's already here for you. and honestly, you're easily swayed because you think he's helping you with your anxiety when really, he's just enforcing it and making you depend on him because of it. waka will make it so you can’t function around other people without him, maybe even take it so far that you freak out if he’s not with you whenever other people are around, and only will you be calmed if you can get to him, which he’ll let you cling to him, and he will absolutely bask in the way you need him so desperately. he loves it when his cute little darling depends on him.

waka is honestly again just a sneaky manipulative bastard 😭

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no-saints-around-here · 1 year

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Me, thinking of ceo baji fucking his secretary darling in his office, sitting in his big office chair and bouncing his pretty darling on his length, enjoying her moans and mewls of his name. He’s slightly scared someone would walk in and see his darling in his lap but it’s hard to focus on that worry when he’s enjoying the bliss of being in his darling sweet cunt, he never admits it, but he’s absolutely addicted to it, and his darling pulling the fistful of hair in her hand as she rides him is making his dick harder then possible, it’s hard for him to not immediately cum when she yanks on his hair.

been a while since I've written Baji!

Recommended Reading: BFF Yan CEO Baji and Secretary Reader Hcs

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tw: mentions of violence, nsfw

Yes, yes and hell yes??!

Everyone from the janitor to the second-in-line in the company knows that Baji thinks the world of you, his little secretary, and that the boss heavily favours, if not outright worships, you; it's basically an open secret at this point that no one should even think to approach you and ask for you to do your job, let alone a favour, on the threat of losing their job or worse. And any outsider looking in would think that the power dynamics of this relationship would swing heavily in Baji’s favour, but it couldn't be further from the truth. He's a cocky dude at work, utmost confidence in his ability and too good at what he does; people look up to him and rivals are frightened of him. Yet there was no doubt that you were the one in the driver seat of this relationship, mostly because Baji is still too baby to dare to touch you - to defile you - without you initiating.

You're usually so meek, so patient, so kind, and with everything that his mother had drilled into him about respecting women, this CEO is just so flustered and shy when it comes to his little light. His reason for living. Yandere Baji does not play around when it comes to you, because if he makes one wrong move and you get mad at him, he doesn't know what he is going to do besides cry and grovel. But luckily for him, you not only like him enough to generously grant him your time of day, but your arousal is high enough that you don't need him to initiate.

You always have to be the one to make the first move on your boss. It doesn't matter when it is or what he is doing, you know that you and your needs will always come first - and Baji would not hesitate to stop the world from spinning just so that he can feast his eyes on you pulling your skirt off ever so teasingly, grinding your already dripping, panties covered pussy against his tented pants, your pouty lips mumbling his name as you throw your arms dramatically over his neck. All he can do his gulp and stare.

Don't get him wrong, you coming on to him is his favourite part of any day. It's what he dreams of at night if he is forced to sleep alone, your flushed face and partially open mouth panting and whining his name painted on the back of his eyelids. Loves the feeling of you softly running your hand through his hair one instant, only to yank it to its roots in the next when you grunt in pain at his dick being too big to fit in you in one go. Loves it to the point that he will cum if you do it, but also enough that if you're sitting on his lap and not running your fingers through his silky soft hair, Baji would assume he did something wrong and that you're mad at him. Cue whining and whimpering and anything besides directly asking you to please gently scrap his scalp with your nails.

He's scared of someone coming up, walking out of the lift, and seeing you bouncing on his cock and moaning his name; not because its unprofessional. Baji would argue with a straight face that its more unprofessional to dare pop by his office, the CEO's office mind you, without making a prior appointment (which is almost impossible to do so, given he doesn't allow anyone to talk to you) compared to having his lover fucking her own brains out on his dick. No, he's worried that someone else other than him gets to see you naked. Seeing you nude is his and only his privilege to enjoy - Baji would never share that with anyone else. No one else deserves you.

Doesn't matter if you want him raw or covered, Baji is just happy to be able to bury his cock in your warm walls amidst everything he has to offer you - the view of the city skyline from his penthouse office with floor to ceiling windows, his big office chair and massive walnut table that represents his value to the company and the stacks that he is paid, and the littering of expensive gifts and trinkets that he loves to shower you in. There's no pretence of being professional between the two of you; Baji protects his little secretary like a dog guarding its territory, and has no qualms taking meetings with his subordinates with you perched on the arm of his chair or in his lap. Would even wear a collar with yours and his name etched on it, but only if you do the same - this man wants everyone want to know who he belongs to, and a promise of how they would lose their limbs if they tried to make a move on you.

Don't get this man wrong though, he lets you hold the reins in the relationship because he wants to - he wants nothing more than for you be happy, and he likes what you are doing to him. But the moment you step out of line, try to resign, try to leave the company, try to leave him, Baji will pull every last string he has to keep you by his side. He likes you to be happy but he doesn't need you to be happy; as long as you were by his side. As long as you belonged to him, and only to him. Baji's a very powerful man, and no one is going to stand in the way of him getting what he wants. People tend to...disappear if they dare shoot an ugly look your way in his face, and there's no corner of the earth you can run to to hide from him.

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cheesus-doodles · 2 years

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Thinking of when ceo bff baji has his first kiss with bff darling (if he ever gets over his fear of cooties, you know that be a while) he gets quickly addicted to kissing her, now he don’t want kisses on the head, he wants them on his lips.

haven't written bff Baji in a hot minute, this is so cute asdsdasd! have something sweet to usher in the weekends!

Link to CEO Baji HCs; Yan SugarBFF Baji; Bonten Thoughts

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Knowing just how hesitant this baby boy is around you to make any moves, too afraid of scaring you away or (heavens forbid) you breaking into pieces at the slightest touch, much to the annoyance of his esteemed underworld colleagues and his impatient mum, Baji's first kiss would probably be by complete accident. Could be something as innocuous as accidentally sitting up when you were trying to peck a kiss to his forehead after cuddles, or you turning around at just the wrong (or right) moment when someone called you while you were cooking - only for Baji to walk straight smack into a kiss with you.

You probably just laughed and apologised before getting back to whatever it was you were doing previously, but your bff Baji on the other hand - instant internal meltdown. If he's not already over the fear of catching 'cooties', well it only makes the panic worse. You don't suspect anything when this baby boy stammers out something about sudden work and then makes a dash for the door - just a little worried that your bestfriend always seemed so busy all the time. But Baji is making a dash not for any work-related emergency, instead rushing out to shake some answers out of Chifuyu who happened to be working down at the pet store for the day.

The blond-haired boy's probably just a little started when Baji bursts through the door already in tears, blabbering about how you hated him and you were going to leave him now for sure, and maybe how he was going to die because he caught the cooties. Swears up and down it was an accident as he's shaking the living daylight out of his other bestfriend, only to switch targets when Kazutora comes waltzing out the employees' staff door. Takes a good whack to the back of his head for the two of them to calm Baji down enough to tell them exactly what happened, only to let out a simultaneous groan when he finally admits that he accidentally kissed you on the lips. And he liked it.

So not the end of the world again - just another overreaction when it came to anything that had to do with you as always. Chifuyu had to slap one hand over Kazutora's mouth before he could say something that would send Baji spiralling, only to very evenly inform Baji that you weren't that sort of person, and that the two of you had been bestfriends for years by now - you probably didn't even realize what happened and wrote it off as an accident.

But the problem was that Baji couldn't stop thinking about that kiss - your lips were soft and sweet, like nothing else he had ever felt before, which he can't help but spill about to his two captive audience. Almost as if the two of you were in love, or married, which Kazutora helpfully teased once he managed to pry Chifuyu's hand off. Had to shake those thoughts out of his head before his face self-combusted with just how red it was turning. But end of the day, Baji loved them kisses, and he wanted more. He wanted them more than he wanted forehead kisses even.

Still a shy baby boy inside honestly, and it took a lot of persuading and threatening to get Baji to even dare suggest it to you. Unsurprisingly, you were happy to simply oblige without a question more, much to Baji's surprise and no one else's.

Every time he asks for kisses still flushes like the middle-school aged boy he is. Denies everything when anyone else asks him about it, threatens to fight everyone else who teases him about falling in love with his bestfriend, and of course, never admits it to you. So you just continuing on living in blissful ignorance, thinking that its probably just some bestfriend thing that Baji was always fighting about, happy to peck a kiss on his lips instead of his forehead and continuing to go about your day as usual.

Never gets his mum off his back when she hears about what happened - the nagging at him about hopping on marrying you already will just intensify from now on.

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milaisreading · 2 years

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Pairing: Yandere!Baji Keisuke x Reader

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️: Yandere behavior, mentions of killing, guns and cursing. The usual Ig.

Had to re-upload since it didn't save the whole story. Anyways, thank u for the request @crystalrose36-blog :)

"Takemichi,what is all this noise about? Can you keep it down- What the heck?!" (Y/n) yelled out as she noticed a familiar blonde, with bandages all over his face, sitting in her brother's room. Takemichi stood frozen in his place, hoping their parents weren't home to see or hear all of this.

"Chifuyu, the hell happened to you?! Did you guys get into another brawl? Is Keisuke ok?" (Y/n) yelled in concerne as she inspected the vice-captain's wounds, noting how stiff both he and Takemichi became.

"A-about that...uhmm..." Chifuyu looked over at Takemichi, unsure what to tell the other twin.

Growing curious, (Y/n) looked over at the faux blonde, who gulped and looked away, the stare his sister was sending him was burning holes through his body.

"What happened? Where is Keisuke? It's not like him to leave one of the members while they are injured, let alone his friend." The girl asked again. A part of her was afraid to hear the answer, but she had to know.

"(Y/n), Baji-san was the one to do this to me." Chifuyu finally spoke up, pointing at his face injuries.

The girl's body grew stiff, and she slowly looked at Chifuyu before looking at Takemichi again, who nodded his head.

"It's true, Baji... he was the one to injure Chifuyu. He was the one to beat me up a few nights ago."

The words caused (Y/n)'s body to shake a little, rage slowly taking over. But there was a part of her that couldn't believe he would do that. Sure Baji had his aggressive side, that she learned to accept and love over time, but above all he would never betray people close to him like this.

"W-why? Aren't you guys in the same gang and friends? Why would he-"

"He left Toman. Baji-san... He joined Valhalla. Beating me up was like a initiation process."

The vice-captain finally spoke up, the little bit of doubt and hope she had that this was a lie was completely gone.

"I see... Chifuyu, you know where their meeting spot is? Of that Valhalla gang?"

(Y/n) turned to look at the said boy, who slowly nodded his head.

"Yeah, it's in a scatchy part of Tokyo. But why are you asking?" Takemichi said instead of Chifuyu, shivering a little as (Y/n) looked over at him, her eyes cold and emotionless.

"I need talk to him."

"Are you crazy?! Look what he did to me! Also, as much as I know that Baji-san won't harm you, I don't trust the rest of that gang. Especially Hanma and Kazutora." The blonde argued, but was met with nothing but a glare and (Y/n) pulling him by his collar.

"Listen up, you either bring me there now or I will ask the Kawata twins and go alone. Which one is it?!" She yelled, causing Takemichi to flinch and nod his head.

"A-alright...we will bring you there. When shall we go-"

"Now."

'She can be really scary at times... Now I understand why Baji-san was always scared when I joked that (Y/n) will get mad at him for something.'

Chifuyu gulped as (Y/n) pulled him and Takemichi out of the house, a glare decorating her face.

Timeskip...

"So this is their hideout?" (Y/n) questioned as she looked around the abandoned arcade. Shuddering at the thought of how the inside must look if the outside was this bad.

"Yeah,but we have to warn you. Valhalla doesn't go easy on girls, if they must, they will beat you up more than they did with Chifuyu. Just stay behind one of us-"

"Takemichi, I understand that you are worried, but I think I can handle myself. Let's just go and get this over with."

(Y/n) winked at her twin and walked towards the entrance, the two boys following after her.

"You sister sure is headstrong." Chifuyu commented silently and Takemichi nodded his head in agreement.

"Well, I can't argue with that."

'Wonder how her and Baji-san even work out. Both are so stubborn.'

The trio walked inside, the smell of sweat and cigarettes overwhelming them and they tried to cringe.

"Hey hey, what are you Toman freaks doing here? Want another beating? And who is the girl even?"

They turned around to see a boy twice their size walking over to them, a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

"Uhm we-"

"We are looking for Keisuke Baji. Where is he?" (Y/n) quickly cut her brother off and looked at the older boy in annoyance.

"Now now doll, you can't just walk in here and throw questions around. And besides, I have no obligations to tell you-"

The boy cut himself off as he felt a sharp pain between his legs and fell in the ground, (Y/n) towering over him.

"Listen up, you better tell me where that bastard is or I will cause you more pain."

The girl warned as she stepped on his shoulder, the two blonds looking at the scene in shock along with a few Valhalla members who were nearby.

"O-over there... he is in the back with Hanma...and Ka-Kazutora." The boy said as he pointed at the direction, groaning in pain as (Y/n) removed her foot and walked off, her brother and the vice-captain following after her.

"Who was that?"

"I don't know, but the cutie sure is feisty."

"Sure my type of girl. What's her name?"

"You all...isn't that Baji-san's girl tho... I'd recommend to stay away."

The trio ignored the whispers, well more like (Y/n) didn't care about them at the moment and was sending warning glares towards Chifuyu and Takemichi.

"We are here for Keisuke, I don't care about these fuckers now."

She warned and the two gulped, nodding their heads.

Soon they saw the familiar mob of black hair and (Y/n) felt her heart clench in pain and anger.

Sighing, she walked closer, fists clenched as she tried to hold herself back from punching the taller.

"Keisuke! You little shit, what's the meaning of this?!" (Y/n) yelled at the boy, who, along with Hanma and Kazutora, tensed up at the harsh sound of her voice and slowly turned to look at her.

"Oh great..." Baji mumbled, but his smirk quickly returned and he walked over to her, the other two Valhalla members watching the scene play out.

"Should we...like do something?" Chifuyu asked, but Takemichi just shook his head.

"No, trust me that would piss her off even more."

"Well princess,I see you saw my handiwork over there. Though I can't say it was hard since Chifuyu has always been a easy punching bag."

(Y/n)'s eyes grew wide and narrowed again as Baji sent her another one of his grins.

"Listen up, I don't know what sort of stunt you are pulling here, but this is stupid. You left Toman AND hurt your best friend to look capable in front of these dumbasses?! Are you out of your mind?!"

Seeing Kazutora slowly approach the couple, Chifuyu quickly ran over to them, blocking the dual colored boy's path.

"You want another beating I see." Kazutora warned, but Chifuyu said nothing as he sent him a indifferent look.

"Listen here (Y/n), there are things you wouldn't understand. So you better leave this place and forget any of this happened. And as for Toman, I want nothing to do with those losers. Simple as that."

Baji said, his grin slowly fading as he saw the look of betrayal in (Y/n)'s eyes.

"Are you really... Keisuke, this isn't like you at all. And you didn't even talk this out with me-"

"Oh ho, does Baji Keisuke need his lady's approval to do something?! This is quite out of character for you!" Hanma laughed and approached the duo as well.

Baji growled a little and hid (Y/n) behind him as Takemichi tried to pull her away.

"Don't be ridiculous. She is just some random chick, nobody important."

(Y/n) felt her heart shatter at those words, he said them so casually, as if he thought and said that all the time.

Chifuyu looked at Baji with wide eyes, disbelief clouding them as he never heard him say that. If anything, he was always like a lovesick puppy when talking about (Y/n)

'Baji-san...what the hell?'

Takemichi himself felt anger boil up in him, as he knew how much Baji meant to (Y/n), and hearing those words must habe been a huge hit. But before he could do or say anything, his sister fred herself our of his grasp and walked over to Baji again.

"A-ahh...ok. So that was all I ever meant to you?"

Baji flinched at the hurt tone in (Y/n)'s voice and turned around, nodding his head as he tried to avoid her looking at him.

"Yeah, I mean you didn't really think someone like me me would want to be with you."

There was a small pause before a slap was heard through the building, catching the attention of the rest of the gang.

Baji touched his now red and soar cheek as (Y/n) glared up at him, tears threatening to fall any moment.

Chifuyu felt his heart clench at the sight of his friends fighting, but there wasn't really anything he could do or say.

"You are really a heartless monster..." The words made Baji's heart clench in pain again, but he had to keep his act up.

"But you don't have to worry anymore, this 'random chick' will be gone from your life. Have fun playing the though guy, I am not staying for that act any longer."

With that, (Y/n) took Takemichi's hand into hers and walked away from the scene, Chifuyu following them soon after, giving Baji one last disappointed look.

Once the trio were outside and far away from the arcade building, (Y/n) hugged Takemichi and started sobbing. The said boy only hugging her back and not saying anything, there wasn't really anything he could say.

A simple 'everything will be alright' was heard from Chifuyu, but it was clear that he himself wasn't so sure of that.

'I have to figure something out... But what could I possibly do? Baji-san doesn't want to leave Valhalla, but I can't let him die either. I have to protect (Y/n) from her own death after all.' Takemichi thought as he hugged the sobbing girl tighter.

Timeskip to the Halloween incident...

"Hmm this one look cute!" Hinata cheered as she showed (Y/n) the skirt she picked for her to wear.

The two were planing to go on a shopping trip later, but the younger Hanagaki by now didn't pick what to wear yet.

"Hmm? It looks cute! I think I have a shirt that goes with it!" (Y/n) put the magazine she was reading down and went to her closet to look for it.

"You know, you don't have to go out if you don't want to."

"Why wouldn't I want to? We haven't gone out together in months!" (Y/n) smiled over at Hinata, but it quickly fell when she noticed the frown on the girl's face.

"You break up with Baji just happened, and I can understand that you want to be alone. Please don't feel forced to go out if-"

Hinata's words were cut of by (Y/n) shaking her head.

"I want to. I don't want to stay in between my four walls and mourn a one sided relationship. He said I was of no importance to him, so why should he be to me."

Hinata nodded her head, deciding to stay silent as she didn't know the whole story of the break up, but she still had a hard time believing Baji would treat (Y/n) like that.

From the little encounters she had with him, he seemed a lot more clingy.

Always picking (Y/n) up from school, messaging her during every break, heck they had to cancel their plans because Baji wanted to hang out with (Y/n).

It was almost creepy how he would glare any boy down that was close to (Y/n) at the moment or question where she was at times.

"Alright! I think it looks good!"

(Y/n) asked as she showed the (f/c) skirt and (2ndf/c) shirt she put on, Hinata smiling and nodding her head.

"It looks great! We should get going-"

"(Y/n) are you here?!" Chifuyu's voice rang through the hallway and (Y/n) quickly went to open the door of her bedroom, only to find Chifuyu outside, panting and covered in bruises.

"What the- Oh, wasn't today the fight with Valhalla?"

The younger Hanagaki asked and the faux blonde nodded his head quickly.

'How are you so calm about it?!' Hinata wondered as she walked over to the duo.

"Is Takemichi back,too?" She asked and Chifuyu nodded his head, pointing at his bedroom.

"He want to search for the 1st aid kit." He explained and Hinata nodded her head, walking off to help him.

Pulling Chifuyu inside,(Y/n) sat the faux blonde down and started inspecting his face and hands.

"Surprisingly you didn't take too much demage, I will look for the bandages I keep in here. Wait."

The blonde nodded his head and watched as the girl went thru her drawers.

"(Y/n)...I have to tell you something. It's about Baji-san."

Chifuyu watched as her form stiffened, but soon relaxed and she nodded her head.

"What is it?"

"Well, Toman won, but Baji-san... he was arrested along with Kazutora."

"A-arrested?! Why?! What sort of stunt did he pull now?!"

She abandoned one of her drawers and walked over to Chifuyu, who backed away a little.

"He...uhmm... he stabbed Kisaki, the new captain in Toman. Thankfully for Baji-san, he didn't kill him, so he won't suffer for long in jail."

Chifuyu felt his heart break at the way (Y/n) started crying and pulled her into a hug, feeling guilty as well for what happened.

"I feel like an idiot for still caring... B-but I really can't help it. He is and idiot, an asshole, but I still live him..."

"Shh just let it all out. Don't hold back anything." Chifuyu whispered and hugged the girl tightly.

2 years later...

It's been 2 years since the whole Valhalla incident and things seemed...ok, in a sense.

It took (Y/n) around a year to move on from Baji and what he did, but she finally got over everything and went on with her life.

Takemichi admitted to her and the rest of his friends that he traveled back from the future in order to save Hinata and her.

While she was skeptical at the beginning, the honesty behind his words and actions was there, so she helped her brother and Chifuyu as much as she could.

Sadly in the process a few people did die, one of them being Emma and Izana, one of Mikey's older brothers. Kisaki's death was pretty much meaningless to her as he was the one to cause them all this pain to begin with.

As for Toman, (Y/n) heard from Takemichi that Mikey disbanded everyone and disappointed shortly after.

As for (Y/n), she had a fairly peacful and normal teenage life. She was now in high school and started playing volleyball to distract herself from everything going on.

(Y/n) didn't visit Baji in jail since he got convicted, she did receive letters from him once or twice a week, but she just couldn't bring herself to read or open them.

"(Y/n)! Let's go! I am excited to ride the roller-coaster!" Smiling, she looked up from her phone and waved at Chifuyu, running up to him and giving the boy a hug.

He grinned widely and hugged (Y/n) back, lifting her off of the ground a little.

"What took you so long?! I was worried you forgot." (Y/N) joked as Chifuyu took her hand into his and started to lead the way towards the amusement park.

"Never! I just had to finish off something at the pet shop! So now we can just focus on ourselves and the date!"

(Y/n) smiled softly and gave Chifuyu's hand a light squeeze before they continued their walk in silence, not noticing a figure following them close behind.

'That bastard... and I really used to call him a friend...' Baji thought from the shadows as he glared at Chifuyu's figure.

Neither of them knew he was out of prison earlier and he wanted it to stay that way.

Over the past 2 years, Baji has only been counting till he gets out, and his first plan was to see (Y/n) and apologize for everything he did and get back together with her.

He wanted and needed her. (Y/n) was his light and the only good thing that ever happened to him was that relationship they had for a few months. And he wanted that back. He wanted to feel the warmth he felt when he was with her, and there was no way he would let Chifuyu or anyone else ruin that.

'Shouldn't have expected anything else. With the way he was always looking at her. But anyways, time to teach them both a lesson.' Baji smirked and continued to follow the two for the rest of the evening.

While the couple were having fun, eating and drinking, they never noticed Baji's ever so jealous figure behind them.

He couldn't stand it. Seeing his (Y/n) happy with someone else, a weakling like Chifuyu at that. He was just waiting for an opportunity where he could get rid of the former vice-captain.

And that finally came as he followed the two into a park, where Chifuyu just so happened to need to use the restroom.

Smirking, Baji watched the blonde boy leave (Y/n) to enjoy the scenery and he quickly followed after him.

The black haired teen walked into the restroom and locked it, now only waiting for Chifuyu to walk out of one of the stalls.

Baji heard the stall door unlock and watched as Chifuyu came out, said boy stopping in his tracks as he noticed the taller boy.

"B-Baji-san... Yo-you are not in prison?" The blonde shivered as the black haired gave him a smirk, walking closer to him.

"I got out earlier, good behavior and what not. But imagine my shock when I finally walk out, only to find out that my friend, the person I trust, is going out with my girl. Don't you think... it's scummy?"

Chifuyu backed away a little and shook his head.

"You two broke up... Baji-san, I really didn't mean for it to happen and...and you two broke up anyways!"

"So? (Y/n) is still mine. It's just that a little pest like thought je could get in the way. I can't imagine what sort of dirty tricks you used on her."

Chifuyu stared at the taller in disbelief, wondering what sort of delusions he was going through.

"Tricks?! (Y/n) started dating me after we got to know each other better! I didn't do anything aside from offering hery genuine feelings. Baji-san... (Y/n) doesn't love you anymore, not like that. You should really move on."

There was a short silence in the restroom, thinking he finally convinced Baji to leave them both alone, Chifuyu started to walk towards the door.

But just as he was about to reach them, the blonde felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and he fell down on the ground.

Yelping, Chifuyu grabbed his shoulder, only to find blood on his hand and he looked over at Baji again, who was holding a gun.

"Where...the gun?"

"Mikey gave it to me. He said I might need it, and he sire didn't lie about that."

"M-Mikey?! You know where he is?!"

Baji laughed at the question and walked closer to Chifuyu, now aiming it at his forehead.

"Of course I do. He was the one to pick me up from prison. To keep it short, he formed a new gang now, one more criminally involved than Toman ever was. And do you know another interesting part?"

Chifuyu slowly shook his head, eyes only focusing on the weapon.

"It makes it so much more easier to get rid of people." Baji smirked and shot his old friend in the forehead. He watched as the body fell down, Chifuyu now laying in the pool of his own blood.

Sighing, Baji walked over to the door and opened it again, letting in a few of the Kanto gang members.

"Make sure to not leave a trace of him." He commanded and walked back to where (Y/n) was left alone.

"Where is he? It's been over 10 minutes..."

(Y/n) bit her lip as she looked down at her screen, thinking if she should just call Chifuyu to see if he was alright, or straight up walk into the restroom.

"Fuck it! I will just call him!" She started dialing his phone number, completely oblivious to the approaching figure behind her.

"He won't answer you princess~ Your beloved Chifuyu is sleeping nice and tight~"

The voice started the girl and she slowly turned around, eyes widening in horror as she saw Baji standing behind her, gun in one hand.

"Wh-what are you doing here? And how do you know where Chifuyu is?" (Y/n) asked as she stared at the gun, hoping that her gut feeling was wrong. Baji chuckled as he walked up to the girl and showed the gun into her face.

"Well I made a little visit to him first, and let's just say he is gone for good now."

"D-dead? But why would you do that? You two were friends,Baji-"

"Don't call me that! I told you to call me Keisuke! Keisuke! So call me like that! And to answer simply, he took you away from me while I was gone. Though I blame myself for that a little. I was dumb enough to believe he won't try anything, even after I saw all the extra attention and looks he gave you. Chifuyu stopped being my friend the moment he took you from me."

Baji smiled as he patted the girl's head, but that smile disappeared as soon as (Y/n) shook his hand away.

"Are you insane?! Why would I want you after all that shit you pulled back then?! And now...now you...killed someone... Baji, I don't want you back in my life. I made that clear with you. Leave me alone and go play gangster with Mikey. I could care less-"

"Oh, so you want to be responsible for more people dying then?" Baji smirked as (Y/n) looked up at him.

"What are you talking about?"

"I mean non of this would have happened if you just stayed with me, like a good girlfriend does. First Chifuyu died because of how stupid you were, who is next? Maybe that crybaby brother of yours? Or his little girlfriend?"

Baji mused, noting the way her eyes widened at the mention of the two and she started shaking her head.

"You wouldn't! No no, they have nothing to do with any of this!" (Y/n) glared at Baji, who smiled down at her.

"Oh but they do, Takemichi was the sole reason my plan failed back then, and that Tachibana girl always tried to come in between our dates. They are just as guilty to me as Chifuyu is. So you decide, come peacefully with me, with your true love. Or I will make a visit to the two,I think I have just enough ammunition for them." Baji mused, pretending to inspect the gun, already confident he won this chase.

He knew how his (Y/n) is, she would never let her friends take the fall for her mistakes.

'5...4...3...2...1...'

"Fine..." (Y/n) finally spoke up and Baji looked over at her again, masking his excitement as good as he could.

"Fine what?"

"I will be your girlfriend again. Just leave them alone!" She said, tensing up as the taller enveloped her into a hug, kissing her head softly.

"That's the right answer. You will love being with me again. Everything will be like it used to be. Even better, now that I can finally focus my time on you! Isn't that great?!" Baji smiled down at her, receiving a nod in return.

"Yes...yes it is."

With that, Baji pulled the girl into a kiss, hugging her closer to himself.

'I should have never gone to the temple with Takemichi...' (Y/n) thought as a few tears slipped out of her eyes.

'I am sorry, Chifuyu!"Takemichi,what is all this noise about? Can you keep it down- What the heck?!" (Y/n) yelled out as she noticed a familiar blonde, with bandages all over his face, sitting in her brother's room. Takemichi stood frozen in his place, hoping their parents weren't home to see or hear all of this.

"Chifuyu, the hell happened to you?! Did you guys get into another brawl? Is Baji ok?" (Y/n) yelled in concerne as she inspected the vice-captain's wounds, noting how stiff both he and Takemichi became.

"A-about that...uhmm..." Chifuyu looked over at Takemichi, unsure what to tell the other twin.

Growing curious, (Y/n) looked over at the faux blonde, who gulped and looked away, the stare his sister was sending him was burning holes through his body.

"What happened? Where is Baji? It's not like him to leave one of the members while they are injured, let alone his friend." The girl asked again. A part of her was afraid to hear the answer, but she had to know.