Recs : Baji - Tumblr Posts

my girl.

synopsis: in which baji rejects you then comes to regret it.

pairings: baji x f!reader 

warnings: baji punches someone, he's emotionally constipated, he threatens people a lot. average baji behavior

genre: fluff, semi-angst

wc: 3.1k

baji’s dark eyes stared at your bowed figure, your shaky hands holding up the letter that you were trying to give him. 

“huh?” baji asks, glasses glinting at the sunlight as he raises a thick brow. 

“please consider my feelings, baji-san.” you squeaked out, feeling a bit shy now that it was just you and baji. 

the wind breezes by your hair and every passing second felt like literal torture as baji stays quiet. you bit your lip subtly, heart beating louder as you felt his fingers brush against yours gently. 

your head raises as you look at the ravenette, slowly standing up to your height, baji takes the envelope, looks at it once then looks at your awaiting face before he clicks his tongue and looks away. 

“tsk, i’ll read it later, you go back to class, it’s not like a goody-two shoes as yourself to be late.” his deep voice lulls you to a state of hypnosis as you mindlessly nod and walk away. you looked at him as you were at a good distance before smiling once more. 

“see you, baji.” 

the waiting time for his response was excruciating, three days have passed since you confessed to the delinquent who somehow stole your heart, and you haven’t heard a reply back. 

“i don’t think you should push your luck, (n/n).” your friend says as she places a spoonful of parfait to her mouth. “what good would a delinquent be for you anyway?” 

you glared at her. “you don’t understand, kira.” you say as you play with your food. 

“baji… baji’s just different, i know he is.” you sigh dejectedly. “what did you like about him anyway?” kira asks as she takes the cherry off your parfait. you hum, trying to recall all the things baji has done for you. 

maybe it was because baji beat up the gang that preyed on you when you were on the way home. maybe it was the way that ever since that day, he ensured your safety by walking you to your house everyday, even if he skips school. 

maybe it was the way he’d ask you to tutor him in the subjects that he was bad at but would end up dozing halfway, but you didn’t find it in your heart to wake him up as you brush the long strands of hair that was covering his pretty face. 

or maybe it was the way baji would wipe off the crumbs on your face when you treat him to a street food “date” because you were rambling too much about your favorite anime.

there were too many maybes, too many reasons. too many situations where you wanted to ask him “what are we?” and you didn’t know how many hours– days, even, it would take for you to cover why you find yourself falling for him. 

“hello? earth to (n/n)?” kira snaps her hand in front of you and you find yourself going back to reality. 

“sorry, what?” ”i said your parfait is melting.” you look back at the tall glass, letting out an “oh‘ as you see the melted ice cream intermingle with the fruits inside. 

“i’m full anyway, i’m gonna go ahead.” you say, as you took your backpack and bid her a goodbye. 

“does this mean i can have your parfait?” you laughed at her question, nodding as you left the cafe. 

the walk home was normal, your earphones were on and you were blasting some pop song that was on shuffle as you trudged the path home. you were barely paying attention to your surroundings as your feet were on autopilot. 

you were startled as a hand came to tap you on your shoulder. you turn back to see baji looking at you and you gave him a short greeting. 

“didn’t i say that i’d walk you home?” baji asked as soon as you removed your earphones. you gave him a look of realization. 

“ah, sorry. i haven’t seen you in three days and i was out with a friend, i didn’t think you’d pick me up today.” you explain and baji just clicks his tongue before he grabs your bag out of your hold and throws it over his shoulder. 

“let’s go.” “o-okay.”

it was silent between the two of you but you found yourself not wanting to engage in conversation, the thought of asking him if he’s read the letter plaguing your mind, your curiosity wanting to get the best of you as you watched his broad back walking ahead of you. 

“u-uh… baji–” “we’re almost at your house, but before you go, i need to tell you something.” baji cuts you off, sparing you a glance before stopping in his tracks, it was a street before your house. he looks at you with a conflicted expression before he sighs. 

“i’ve read the letter.”

your breath hitched at his statement, not knowing what to say, you stayed quiet as you waited for him to elaborate further. 

“,,,i mean i made chifuyu read the letter out loud– but that isn’t the point here.” baji shakes his head, an embarrassed blush on his face and you couldn’t help but bite back a smile. 

“the point here is.” baji takes a deep breath and you find yourself holding yours back. 

“i’m not interested in a relationship.” oh. you didn’t realize that you said your thoughts out loud. 

“it’s not because of you, i swear.” baji reassures you. “i’m really just not looking for a relationship. i’d rather stay the way we are, (y/n)” you swallowed thickly, feeling your chest sag heavier prior to the conversation. 

“it’s fine, baji-san.” you gave him a halfhearted smile, not wanting to let him see that he was unintentionally breaking your heart even more. “i understand.” baji looks at you as if to ask if you were sure, you gave him a nod, smile intact as you confirm his silent question. 

“okay good, i was hoping you wouldn’t cry. i don’t know what i’d do if you cried.” baji laughs awkwardly. to tell the truth, baji expected the worst, he expected for you to yell at him to never go near him again. or to slap him and call him the vilest of names, or even tell him off to his mom– yeah, he’s been reading a lot of chifuyu’s mangas, but could you blame him? it’s a good reading exercise. 

so to see you react in a nonchalant way was refreshing to say the least. 

“okay, uh. i’ll take you home–” “no need, baji-san” you say as you take your backpack from his hands. “it’s only a street away, no hoodlum will be there.” before baji can say another word in, you ran the opposite direction, turning your head for a second to smile and wave at him. 

“bye, baji!” baji raises his hand in goodbye as a response as he watches you run home. unbeknownst to the tears that started to silently stream down your face. 

it took you two weeks of wallowing in self-pity and avoiding baji before you finally spilled the beans to kira. 

she slams down her hands on the table as her jaw drops, “eh?! baji rejected you?!” you were suddenly hyper aware of the people she managed to grab the attention of due to the volume of her voice. 

“keep it down, kira!” you hissed at her, making her sit down as you pulled her wrist. “i respect his decision, kira. he’s not required to like me back.” kira glares at you. 

“how can he reject you? you’re probably the best he’s going to get.” kira huffs and you had half a mind to defend baji but you kept your mouth shut as you let her rant. 

“i mean! you two are basically attached to the hip and i actually thought you’d end up with him, even if i don’t like him i would’ve stayed supportive until i was eating cake at your wedding!” you coughed, not expecting kira to have thought so far ahead. 

it was only a few minutes of silence before kira gave you an evil grin, a grin you knew all too well that wouldn’t end up good.

“so, you’re moving on, right?“ she asks. you nod awkwardly, “i kind of have no choice, kira.”

kira clasps her hands together before giving you a smile. “well then, let me set you up with someone, okay?”

“e-eh?” “i’ll set you up on a blind date! come on, what’s the worst that can happen. i know what your type is so you’ll have a boyfriend in no time!” kira was enthusiastic as she explained how she has a list of guys that she thinks will suit you. 

you were given no time to respond as kira grabs her things and leaves, “kira–” “i’ll text you the details, okay? you better show up!” 

you sigh as she leaves you alone. “fine.” you say to yourself as you shut your eyes. “let’s give this a shot.”

“i’m telling you, this chapter is nuts, baji-san!” chifuyu squeals as he turns the page of the shoujo manga he was reading. 

receiving no response, the blonde looked at his captain with a questioning look on his face. “baji-san?”  

“huh? what was that, chifuyu?” chifuyu shakes his head as he closes the book in hand. “nevermind that, what’s up with you, baji-san?”

baji tries to escape the conversation by brushing off chifuyu’s question by changing the subject but it seemed like it was for naught as he sighs at the end. 

“i know you won’t know the answer to this, chifuyu.” “try me, baji-san.” chifuyu challenges and baji almost wants to scoff at his subordinate’s behavior. 

“have you heard from (y/n) lately?” baji asks, not expecting anything as a response. 

“oh? (l/n)(y/n)? the person who wrote the letter you made me read?” baji nods. chifuyu hums in thought. 

“the last thing i heard, (y/n) was going out with issei.” baji’s eyes widened, threatening to bulge out as his fists tightened. “what?”

“(y/n) from class-a, right?” baji nods in confirmation. “as far as i’ve heard, i think kira pushed the both of them on a blind date, they’ve been hanging out after school. which is weird because i thought that (y/n) likes you.” chifuyu continues and baji wants nothing but for chifuyu to shut the fuck up. 

“it’s such a shame though, (y/n)’s letter was real sweet to–” “i rejected (y/n), chifuyu.”

“HA?!” 

baji groans as he slumps over his bed, arm covering his eyes. 

“i told her i wasn’t looking for a relationship.” baji recalls, chifuyu hums in acknowledgement, not really knowing what to say in response. 

“then why are you reacting this way?” chifuyu asks, baji stays silent as his thoughts are overcrowding his mind. 

chifuyu was right. why was he thinking about this? it wasn’t as if someone threatened him to not accept your confession, he really just wasn’t interested in labeling things, but the simple thought of you laughing with another guy that isn’t him...

or hanging out with him after class… or having that guy wipe your cheek and get a closer look of your pretty face… then… maybe, just maybe lean for a kiss and have you close your eyes as you lean into that guy’s touch. 

“fucking hell.” baji yells as he throws the pillow he was clutching right onto chifuyu’s face. the blonde, the impact of the pillow making chifuyu’s desk chair’s wheels stagger a bit as he clutches the thrown plush.  

“baji-san…” chifuyu starts, and baji dreads to hear the next sentence that comes out of his mouth. “do you like (y/n)?” 

the silence was deafening, baji knows he should reply. he knows he should. but he couldn’t. 

because baji doesn’t want to acknowledge his actions, he’d rather take on fifty men on his own than admit he felt the same way about you. it was pathetic. he felt pathetic. 

“so… that’s it?” chifuyu breaks the silence. baji opens one of his piercing eyes to look at the blonde. 

“(y/n) likes you, and you like her. but you’re just going to let her go on a date with whoever?” baji grits his teeth, not liking the tone chifuyu is using. 

“piss off, chifuyu.” 

“clearly you don’t like (y/n) enough that you’d let her go off with anyone who asks her out on a date.” “chifuyu, this is my last warning–” 

“baji-san, if in the next twelve years you receive an invitation in the mail, don’t be surprised if it’s (y/n) and issei’s we–” “i said, shut the fuck up, chifuyu!” baji was now standing, brows furrowed in an angry way. 

baji knew what chifuyu was doing. he knew that the blonde was trying to provoke him to act on his feelings. 

baji hates that it’s working. 

“i had a really nice time today, issei.” you say politely as the two of you walk home. issei smiles, his hand brushing against yours but you cringed slightly as you pull away. 

issei, seeming to not notice– or not pay attention, only continued walking alongside with you. 

“uh. (l/n)-san?” issei asks as he stops the two of you in your tracks. “hm?”

“i think i’m in love with you.” “...huh?” 

you unconsciously took a step back, as he tries to step closer to you. 

“issei, i’ve only known you for a few weeks, that’s not enough time–” “love has no time!” issei insists and you’re fighting the urge to suckerpunch him in the face. 

“i don’t feel the same wa–” “you don’t have to! you can learn how to, i swear you’ll be the happiest person if you give me a chance.” issei was now stepping forward and you felt very uncomfortable, he was slowly overstepping your boundaries and he seemed as if he had no problem doing so. and worst of all, this was only the first date! 

“(y/n), i promise you. i can love you the way you want to be lo–” “didn’t the lady say that she doesn’t like you? piss off.” a rough voice cuts him off and you almost let out a sigh of relief out loud. 

“ha? don’t go barging in people’s love confessions, prick.” issei stands to the side and you can now see an unamused baji looking at him dead in the eye.

your heart picked up its pace as you realized that you haven’t seen baji since the day he rejected you, but damn did he look more handsome than the day you ran away from him. 

“i won’t go barging in on your dumb confessions if it isn’t my girl you’re confessing to.” baji rolls his eyes before he steps in the middle of you, shielding you from issei who obviously couldn’t get the hint. 

“look man, when i’m done with her you ca–” issei couldn’t even finish his sentence before he gets interrupted with a suckerpunch to the jaw. you gasp, not expecting the violence but baji couldn’t just stand there and listen to issei yap about what he plans to do with you. 

hell. baji would rather die than have someone else do the things he knows he can do with you. 

fuck labels, fuck statuses, if that’s what it takes for you to never look at another man the way you look at him, then so be it. 

issei was on the ground, holding his jaw, on the brink of unconsciousness. 

“let’s go.” you looked at baji, then at issei, then back at baji, who has his hand out, awaiting for you to intermingle yours with. 

you effortlessly do so, he coughs once as he flicks his head to the side, clicking his tongue and pulling you away from your date who was on the ground. 

it was silent between the two of you. neither of you wanted to start a conversation, and you didn’t know whether you felt comfortable or not. 

baji’s thoughts were clouded by the feeling of your hand holding his, meanwhile your heart was beating uncomfortably fast because he called you his girl. and your hand was tightly gripped against his. 

you try taking your hand away, but his head whips back at you and you see a glare on his face, and the subtle redness of a blush, but you don’t tell him that. 

“b-baji…?” you decided to break the silence and baji huffs out a “what?” in response. 

“back there… you uh… you called me your girl.” baji froze at your words, his feet stopping in his tracks as he looks back at you with a hard expression on his face. 

“so?” 

“do you like me?” baji breathes in, before he exhales an “obviously.” under his breath. 

you furrowed your brows before you pulled away from his hold, and baji couldn’t help but already the feeling of your soft hands in his. 

“i’m gonna need a straight answer, baji keisuke. i’m not in the mood for this back and forth conversation.” you say, eyes squinting to a glare, something that baji found very cute. 

“i like you.” okay, maybe not that straightforward because your eyes widened and you stuttered all over your words. 

“t-then why… why did you–” “i said i wasn’t interested in a relationship because i didn’t know that it would feel this shitty thinking of a man who takes care of you that isn’t me.” baji cuts you off, anger in his tone. but not at you, at himself. 

“i didn’t think that not having you around would feel so… so empty that i almost wanted to punch myself for rejecting you when the opportunity for you to be mine was right there.” baji finishes with a groan, he hates showing his true feelings and vulnerability, but for you, he’d show it any day. just ask. 

“baji…” baji clicks his tongue once more as he looks away. 

“i accept your confession, just be my girlfriend already.” baji mutters as he holds your hand and urges you to walk. 

“baji–” “i’m your boyfriend, call me by my name.” you bit your lip, trying to stop the smile on your face as you felt your stomach flutter. “keisuke.” his breath hitches. 

“give me a warning, next time.” you laughed. “keisuke, you’re so confusing!” 

“ha?” baji glares at you but his expression falters as he stares at the cute smile on your face. 

“tsk. whatever, let’s go.” 

“where?” 

“i’m taking you on a better date than that damn itchy did.” “did you mean issei?” 

“stop saying his name.” you smiled playfully as you grip his hand a bit tighter.

“okay, keisuke.” 

“i said, give me a warning!” 

notes: the essential baji tag for u @kakujis. anw, this is the first non-series i've written for baji (everyone cheer) this was so fun to write because apparently, i like writing about emotional constipation. also, you didn't agree to be baji's girlfriend, he just decided it. he's your problem now,