Baji's Anger Management [Tokyo Revengers]
Pairing: Keisuke Baji X OC/Reader.
Genre: Romance, Fluff.
Trope: Childhood best friends turned lovers.
Note: A snippet from my Tokyo Revengers fanfic called "A Condition Called Love". And this takes place during the final newest timeline where Baji's alive (although Baji never died in the previous timeline in my fanfic...). Also Baji didn't get held back in school again in the newest timeline, so he's actually a senpai/senior to Chifuyu and Takemichi at school now.
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Nana’s POV (June, 2005 – New Timeline)
It was the year 2005 when Keisuke and I were in our final/senior year in middle school. And just like how he had promised two years back, he took his studies very seriously into consideration and didn’t get held back in the same grade this time around. I was happy for him, really. Keisuke was motivated and worked super, duper, extra hard in school so he didn’t have to get held back again. He stayed true to his word and was still stuck with it.
It was already 3:25 PM in the afternoon and our classes had just come to an end for today. As soon as the teacher left the classroom, I stood up from my seat and went up to Keisuke’s desk while the other students were making their way out of the room. Today, the teacher gave our test papers back to us and I wanted to know how Keisuke did in his exams.
“Japanese language – 30, English language – 45, Science – 35, Social Studies – 50, Mathematics – 40…” I quietly read out the scores of the ravenette boy, a sweat drop forming on my head, leaving me utterly speechless. “Keisuke, you failed in every subject… Just how…?”
The said boy with his long raven locks tied up in a high ponytail, still wearing his dorky-ass goofy glasses like how he did in the previous timeline, crossed his arms over his chest and let out a huff in displeasure.
“I got too cocky last time…” Keisuke stated with a frowning yet distressed face. “I was so full of myself that I thought maybe I could get through this exam without your help or your study sessions… But unfortunately, I fucking couldn’t do it. If I don’t pass next week’s makeup exam, I’ll have to spend the entire summer vacation in supplementary classes. I can’t do this.”
Keisuke clicked his tongue in annoyance and I gave him a soft concerned look. In my defense, I did try to help him out with this exam but Keisuke declined my offer and said that he would try to study on his own. He wanted to pass the tests without my help. I understood that he was trying to be more independent and didn’t want to bother me, but that plan of his obviously didn’t work out and rather backfired him.
“Tsk! At this rate, I will miss the summer Toman meetings.” He added, slightly shaking his head. “I can’t even go to the Musashi Festival with you this year. Nor can we go touring in Shonan. Nana, you do realize how much this means to me, right?!”
“Yes, I know. It means a lot.” I replied in all seriousness, nodding my head.
This time, on our summer vacation, Keisuke and I decided to go to Shonan, just the two of us, alone. It was a region situated along the coast of Sagami Bay in Kanagawa Prefecture, central Japan. It was located beside the Sagami River and about 60 kilometers southwest of Tokyo. As both Keisuke and I loved the ocean, beaches, and relaxing atmosphere, we thought Shonan was definitely the place to be. In our opinion, Shonan was Japan’s most laidback, stylish, and cool surfer’s paradise which deserves to be called the “California of Japan”.
Thinking about it, there were so many things we decided to see and places we wanted to visit once we went to Shonan this summer – Enoshima Island, Enoshima Aquarium, the Enoden Railway Station, Mt. Fuji, the Route 134, Kugenuma Beach, Chigasaki Beach, Komaya Park, the Ryukoji Temple, Koibito No Oka (aka the Lover’s Hill) – and so many other more. If Keisuke took his makeup tests next week and failed once again, then we wouldn’t be able to go there just as we planned. And I couldn’t let that happen.
“Please help me study, Nana?” Keisuke requested with pouty lips and I let out a giggle in amusement.
“You don’t need to request me, Kei...” I stated with a smile before grabbing his hand and walking out of the classroom together. “I promised you that I’ll help you study, right? So, let's do this.”
“Do you have any club work today? If not, then wanna go and study at the library now?” he asked as he intertwined the fingers of our holding hands. “I was thinking of getting some problems solved by you. Also, I need to clear a few doubts regarding the last math test.”
“Sure. I’m free now. We can study at the library.” I reassured him with a smile again.
As we walked down the hallway hand in hand and were making our way toward the school library, we came across a certain blonde-haired individual on our path. It was Chifuyu Matsuno (who was in his 2nd year in middle school at this moment in time).
Keisuke and I reunited with Chifuyu at the beginning of the last year, when we started the 1st semester of our 2nd year while Chifuyu newly joined the school as a freshman. And when I said reunite, it meant that Chifuyu had obtained his old memories from the previous timelines as well, just like me and Keisuke. It was overwhelming when we met Chifuyu again. He was with us through thick and thin whatever the situation was from day one. He was our ride-or-die buddy, so meeting him once again in this new timeline was nostalgic, it was heartwarming.
“Ah, Baji-san, Nana-san! Heading back home together?” Chifuyu called out with a brightened-up smile, jogging up to us.
“Oh, hey, Chifuyu!” I chuckled softly at his puppy-like behavior. “No, we’re actually heading toward the library now. Keisuke and I decided to study there for a while.”
“Let me guess… Baji-san failed his tests again?” Chifuyu asked before looking over at Keisuke with a teasing smirk. “Still can’t believe you actually didn’t get held back in this timeline, Baji-san.”
“Oi, I’m gonna fucking murder your ass, Chifuyu!” Keisuke growled out in a threatening tone but we knew he meant no harm.
“Anyways, where are you heading now, Chifuyu?” I asked, slightly tilting my head to the side.
“Takemitchy called me just a few minutes ago. He, Kisaki, Hanma, and Kazutora, are all handing out at McDonald’s. They’re asking me to join them, so I’m heading out there. They asked me to bring you guys too, but it seems like you’re busy…” Chifuyu trailed off with a sheepish smile.
“Well, yeah. Can’t be helped.” I smiled back and then raised an eyebrow. “But seriously? McDonald’s again? Don’t you guys get tired of it?”
“That’s our usual hangout spot though.” Keisuke chimed in with a small smirk and threw his right arm around me, draping it on my shoulders. “Nana and I would’ve joined you guys, but my makeup exam is more important.”
“Right! I understand! I won’t waste any more of your time.” Chifuyu responded back with a toothy grin as he was about to walk away. “I’ll get going then…”
“Wait, Chifuyu!” I quickly called out, making the said boy look back at me. “There’s something I was meaning to ask you… Do you still feel wary about Kisaki and Hanma?”
It was something I wanted to ask Chifuyu for a while now because of his budding friendship with Kisaki and Hanma.
“Not really. Not anymore.” Chifuyu replied with a small shrug and a warm smile appeared on his face. “Given how they were in the previous timeline, I always keep my guard on whenever they’re around. But then yet again, things are different now. Kisaki is different. Hanma too. So there’s no need to be afraid of them anymore is what I think.”
“That’s right. If Takemitchy assured us that things are different now, then I’m sure we don’t need to panic so much. We should’ve more faith in our friends.” Keisuke chimed in a reassuring tone, smiling down at me.
“Yeah, you’re right…” I smiled back. “As long as Takemichi is involved, I’m sure it’ll go well…”
Besides Keisuke and Chifuyu, I believe in Takemichi the most…
If he says it’s okay, then maybe it is…
After that, once Keisuke and I had settled down in the library to study, he suddenly remembered something and then spoke up to me.
“Hey, are you working on the school fest for this year too?” Keisuke asked and I shrugged in response.
“Don’t know. They didn’t form the committee yet. We’ll know who’s gonna be in charge of the preparation process once they form the committee.” I replied, letting out a small sigh before giving Keisuke a curious look. “Why are you asking this? You wanna join the decoration group or something?”
“I never took participation in preparing for school fest or shit before. Looks fun though, not gonna lie.” Keisuke responded and a mischievous smirk formed on my face.
“But remember that one time you once helped out your class, hmm?” I asked in a teasing tone, causing Keisuke to look at me with a slightly frowning face.
Flashback (2004 – the previous timeline)
It was when Keisuke, Chifuyu, and Ryusei Sato were in 1st year of middle school while I was in my 2nd year back in the previous timeline.
“Nana Senpai!” a familiar feminine voice called out from behind me.
I was in the middle of working on the decorations for the upcoming school fest, busy with my group mates when a girl named Himari from Keisuke’s class came up to me with a hopeful look in her eyes.
“Hm, Himari? What is it?” I asked her in a kind tone.
“Um, I wanted to ask you a favor…” Himari stated with a sheepish chuckle while rubbing the back of her neck. “Can you ask Baji-kun to help us out for the school fest, please?”
“Keisuke? What do you want him for?” I asked in confusion yet feeling curious at the same time.
“Our class has decided to set up a cosplay café. And we are kinda short on staff, so we were thinking of asking Baji-kun to be one of our waiters.” She explained.
And that’s when a mischievous idea came to my mind.
“So it’s like that, huh? I think I have a perfect plan for this…” I stated before explaining the plan to her.
A few minutes later, after gathering up all the courage they needed, Himari and her friends went up to Keisuke with bright smiles on their faces.
“Baji-kun! We are having a cosplay café for the school festival! Do it for us, please! Cosplay!” Himari requested Keisuke who was sitting at his desk, studying quietly all by himself.
“Huh? Why should I?” Keisuke asked, furrowing his eyebrows a bit.
“Because you have a nice figure. We thought you would look good!” Himari replied, smiling brightly and her friends also agreed with her. “Please? Baji-kun, help us out.”
But Keisuke simply stared at them with a frowning face and remind silent as he didn’t know what to tell them or what to think of their sudden request.
“Say, Baji-kun… I heard Nana Senpai is really busy with the school fest now and so she can’t help you with your studies at the moment, yeah? Also, you have a major test next week, right? If you do it, I’ll help you study! Please!” Himari requested him again, throwing this bait toward him.
And that piqued his interest.
“Are you serious?” Keisuke asked in surprise, the frown on his face dropping.
“If you wear a policeman’s uniform, I’ll help you with the Japanese Language. Or if you dress up as a vampire, I’ll help you with Science. Alien for Social Studies. And cat for English. And if you wanna learn Math… wear a female sailor’s suit!” Himari explained the deal with a smug face and this caused a dark shadow slowly fall onto Keisuke’s face, making him contemplate this deal.
Meanwhile, when this was all happening inside the classroom, Chifuyu, Ryusei, and I stood and watched the whole scene play out from the doorway with curiosity.
“There's no way Keisuke-kun will agree to this. He would never dress up like that.” Ryusei stated in a confirmed tone.
“You never know, Ryusei…” I responded back, smirking and this made the said boy give me a confused look.
And seemed like the plan actually worked because, on the day of the school fest, we found Keisuke wearing a female sailor outfit and working as a waiter at the café. Even Chifuyu was there with him as well, also wearing that outfit with a blonde bob-cut wig on his head. And seeing this left Ryusei completely petrified and me a giggling mess.
“Welcome~!!!” Keisuke and Chifuyu greeted us with wide grins, excited, and this shocked Ryusei even more.
“Three iced coffees!!” Keisuke called out loud, with a tray in his hand and it seemed like Keisuke was actually taking his job as a waiter very seriously despite him wearing a sailor outfit.
“I’ll be right with you, Baji-san!” Chifuyu called out happily from the other side of the room, supporting Keisuke with his job.
“No, you’re in a different class to him, Chifuyu…” Ryusei deadpanned at the blonde boy while I continued to laugh at the scene.
Flashback ended
“Hey, you tricked me into doing that! And I’m not doing that same shit again.” Keisuke snapped at me with an angry yet pouty face and I let out an amused giggle.
“Okay, fine. I’m sorry, all right? I will never do that again, promise.” I smiled softly at him in response before opening the math book. “Let’s start our study session, okay?”
And from there, the marathon of our study sessions started which would continue for a whole week. After school at the library, at Keisuke’s place, at the Sano residence – we continued to study hard day in and day out, not taking a proper break to rest. After all, there was no way in hell I could let Keisuke fail his tests again and then miss out on our Shonan trip.
“Nana, you haven't been getting enough sleep.” A tired Keisuke pointed out with guilt in his tone as we were working on some mathematical problems after school in the class.
“Don’t worry about that…” I reassured him with a tired smile, leaning my head on the palm of my hand as I noticed the dark bags under his eyes. “Just concentrate on the mathematic exercise I just taught you now.”
And as we were about to go back to solving the exercises, our homeroom teacher walked into the classroom with a smile on his face.
“What’s this, Baji-kun? You're actually making an effort? And you’re taking help from Osaki-kun again? Just how much are you gonna bother her?” the teacher asked with a taunting smile.
Upon hearing those words, a sad, frustrated expression took over Keisuke’s features and this really annoyed me.
“Keisuke’s my childhood best friend, sensei. So I don’t mind helping him out. Rather I’m very happy that he’s working so hard. Keisuke’s a diligent student, sensei. He’ll do just fine, I’m sure of it.” I stated in a snappy tone with a frowning face and the teacher found my words really amusing.
“We’ll see about that, Osaki-kun.” he replied, smirking again and then looking back at Keisuke again. “Too bad you're gonna have to have supplementary lessons, Baji-kun. You’ll have to give up your summer vacation this year. I’ll be waiting for you with lots of homework.”
And with that, the teacher walked away from there while giggling to himself.
“That fucking evil teacher… I’ll kill his ass off one day…” I grumbled under my breath, cussing the teacher in my mind. “What kind of teacher is he? He should be happy with his student’s progress, not curse them like this and wish for their failure...”
“Nana…” Keisuke called out in an unusual monotone voice who was staring down at his textbooks and I looked back at him again.
“Yeah? What is it?” I asked and that’s when all hell broke loose.
Immediately a menacing frown formed on his face and it looked as if he was about to burn the entire world down in one go if he had the chance.
“Where is my summer vacation?!!” Keisuke snapped out through his gritted teeth, scowling deeply at his textbooks and notes while clenching his pencil in his fist.
Oh shit!! This is not good at all!!
“Keisuke, calm down. Please don’t worry about that. Just keep up the good work.” I panicked, trying to cool him down but nothing seemed to work on him.
“Where’s my oasis?! Where’s my youth?!!” he yelled out again as he tossed his books away and then stomped out of the classroom angrily, even taking off his glasses and throwing them to the ground.
Wasting no time, I quickly picked up his books from the ground and carefully packed our bags and stuff before walking out of the classroom as well, following the ravenette boy from behind.
“Keisuke!” I called out in concern, finally catching up to him as we walked down the streets of Shibuya. “Studying too much made you delirious! Just calm down already!”
“I won’t be able to concentrate on these supplementary exams unless I punch someone, Nana!!” Keisuke declared as he growled out, radiating menacing energy from his body.
“Huh?” I asked in confusion, concerned as I watched him literally burn in rage and fury.
And just then as we walked down the path, we noticed three individuals on the walkway. One of them was unfamiliar to us but the other two were someone we knew. Mantaro Suno and Gen Kokubunji – they were the imposters who were impersonating Manjiro and Draken, pretending to be them, and trying to exploit their names. Keisuke heard about them a few weeks ago and even tried to catch them but failed that one time.
“Those guys… They are the impostors from the other day!” Keisuke scowled, recognizing the imposters, getting ever more furious. “For real! Last time they got away and I couldn’t catch them!”
I noticed the imposters were all beaten and bruised up, kneeling on the ground while the other unknown individual was bossing them around while typing something on his cell phone.
“Come on you guys! hurry up and-” The unknown guy was talking to the imposters when he suddenly noticed our presence. “Huh? The fuck's up with you? Scram! I’m busy disciplining my slaves-“
But the guy didn’t even get to finish his sentence before Keisuke threw a powerful punch in his face and knocked him out cold immediately. And as soon as the guy fell unconscious on the ground, the imposters stood up and came up to us.
“Huh?! You are Baji-san?! Why are you helping us?” they asked him in confusion.
“I was drowsy, so I just punched him in the face, you stupid son of a bitch.” Keisuke snarled out in a threatening tone. “You two want a piece of the action too, huh?”
“Keisuke, you actually punched the wrong guy here.” I calmly pointed out.
Keisuke’s original plan was to beat the crap out of the imposters but in the end, due to his own anger and drowsiness, he ended up punching the other unknown guy by mistake.
“No. he was right in front of me…” Keisuke countered back tiredly before realizing his mistake. “Well, yeah, but… I feel so much better after I punched one of them. I’m so ready for tomorrow’s exam. Let’s go, Nana.”
And with that, Keisuke took my hand and started to walk away from the scene with me, leaving the imposters shocked and confused while the other guy unconscious on the ground.
Keisuke’s a bit messed up in the head…
But… it’s okay, I guess…?
But it seemed like the punching technique did kinda worked its miracles and Keisuke ended up passing all his makeup tests the next day.
“Way to go!! I passed!!” Keisuke cheered happily after that evil teacher gave back the exam sheets.
“Yeh!! You passed!!” I cheered as well, throwing my arms around Keisuke, and hugging him.
Meanwhile, at the corner, the evil teacher shivered with a distressed look on his face while he held the exam sheets in his hands, still finding it unbelievable that Keisuke had actually passed the makeup exam.
Sucks to be him, I guess…
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Everything Has Changed--Ch. 27
Chapter 27
Shaye
Good God, it felt like my heart had turned inside out and clawed its way into my throat. For a moment—from the instant that he spoke—I couldn’t breathe. I was suddenly right back in that train station in Tokyo. On the steep-sloped trail along the side of Mount Tsukuba. Standing at the wide windows looking out over the sprawling Katsushida ward below. In the Bullet Club locker room in Osaka. In Central Park along the side of a pond.
In Winnipeg, standing shivering in the dirt driveway of that house. Watching Kota Ibushi appear out of nowhere, knowing that I had just been kidding myself that Kenny and I would ever have worked out.
And yet here I was… with him on the phone. The moment that I felt most alone, I’d turned back to the person who had broken me so thoroughly.
“You’re still there, Shaytan,” Kenny’s voice said in my ear. It had an undercurrent of something that I couldn’t quite place. It made my skin crawl just as much as it made me wonder what might have been. “I can hear you.”
It was like my whole body crumpled in on itself. I slipped from the edge of Damon’s bed to the floor. The force of the landing rocketed through my spine as I landed, knocking the breath out of my lungs. It rushed out of me in a gasp that caught in my throat.
There was a sound like a soft hum that came down the line. I could see his face in my mind. A gentle smile on his lips as he leaned forward to put his elbows on his knees. It was past midnight in New York. In Tokyo it was early afternoon. Kenny would have been just coming back to his flat from his workout and lunch at the little hole-in-the-wall spot down the street from the gym. The image ran through me with a shiver up my spine.
“What’s the matter, Shaytan?” he asked softly.
Before I could stop them, the tears came. They came in a torrent that rushed down my cheeks, stealing what little breath I had left. An ache settled behind my ribs like a hook in my heart that yanked and tore and pulled.
His voice lilted up and down with that sweet concern that he had. “Iki o sutte kudasai, koibito. Watashi wa koko ni imasu.” It had been so long since I’d heard or spoken Japanese. It took a moment for my brain to make sense of what it was hearing.
Take a breath, sweetheart. I am right here. That hook in my chest twisted and yanked, feeling as if it were tearing my heart from behind my ribs. I sank forward, curling in on myself. Wrapping my free arm around my stomach as if I were trying to hold my guts inside me.
“Damon…” My brother’s name caught in my throat. I thought of where he might have gone. What trouble he might be getting himself into. “I can’t… he’s gone… he ran off.”
I heard a faint rustle on the other end of the line. I tried to imagine what he was doing. Was he walking through the quiet streets back to his flat? Was he still in the little restaurant in his favorite booth? Had he slipped a little and gotten another deep-fried Mars bar?
“What do you want from me?” Kenny went quiet for a moment as if to let me think. “What do you need?”
My lungs ached as I sucked in a breath. I knew the answer almost before he’d finished asking the question. But I hated myself for it.
“You.”
Nick
“Oh my God, Nick. Stop it,” Sam said from across the table. There was a whine in her voice that was part annoyance and part frustration. She kicked my shin underneath the table. She, Matt, and I were at our favorite table at Black Bear Diner with our usual spread between us.
My phone sat face up by my plate. Every few minutes, I’d tap the screen, look forlornly at the glowing glass, and then heaving a sigh when there was nothing. All three of us knew what I was doing—checking for messages from Shaye. There was no denying it.
It had been weeks since I’d heard from her. Every single day, I wanted to call her. I wanted to text her. Just to know that she was still there. It was hard to explain, and I knew that it was going to tear me up inside the longer I lingered on the thought. I could feel the ache starting deep in my chest, just behind my ribs. It sucked the breath out of my lungs and I nearly choked.
“That’s it,” she said, reaching across the table and snatching my phone before I could get my hands on it. She hit the button on the side, holding it down until it turned off completely. Then she tucked it underneath her thigh.
“Give me my phone,” I said, holding out my hand.
Sam shook her head and went back to her food. She took a bite of her turkey sandwich and turned her attention to Matt. “When do you have to go to Reseda again?”
“Sam, give me my phone,” I demanded. Frustration boiled just below the surface of my voice.
She ignored me. “I have to do a showing this weekend for one of my classes.”
Matt dug his phone from his pocket and opened up his calendar. He swiped through it before putting it away. “Next PWG show is Friday night. I guess you’re going to miss it, then.”
“Well, it depends on where you are on the card. I might be able to swing it if you’re near the end of the show.”
The two of them carried on their conversation as if they were alone at the table. My guts churned with jealousy and envy. Seeing them together made me miss Shaye even more. It didn’t matter that there had never really been anything between the two of us. I’d fallen in love with her in Osaka the first time I’d met her. That hadn’t changed just because she’d cut me out of her life.
My patience snapped. “Samantha, give me my damn phone!”
“Watch your tone,” Matt said, his voice sharp. “Calm down.”
I rubbed my eyes hard with my fingers, trying to push back the tears that were threatening to rush to the surface. “Please, just give me my phone. I’m going home.”
“Nick—”
Sam put my phone on the table. I snatched it up and threw a twenty on the table. Sam drove us all to the diner. I called an Uber.
Shaye
Despite myself, Kenny’s voice made me weak in the knees. All I could envision was the way he’d looked that first day in the Tokyo train station. How kind his eyes had been. How soft his voice echoed in my memory. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting nausea at the idea of calling him.
“It’s good to hear from you, Shaytan,” he said confidently. The timbre of his voice conjured images of nights overlooking the streets of the ward with Kenny’s hands on me. “I’ve missed you.”
My body ached with want and sadness and loneliness. “Don’t call me that,” I said softly. “You don’t get to call me that anymore.”
It didn’t matter that I’d called him. That I’d told him that I needed him.
I could hear his smile when he spoke again. “You will always be my unmei no akai ito.” For a moment, I thought I sensed sadness in his voice. “It isn’t right without you. I’m not right without you.”
Something burned in my throat. Bile and tears and self-loathing. “Stop. Just stop,” I gasped, trying to stop myself from breaking down into pieces. What had I done? How had I been so stupid as to call him? “You don’t get to say those things. You don’t get to be sad and upset and lonely. Because you did this. All of this is your fault. Everything that’s happened is because you did it. You and Kota fucking Ibushi ruined everything. Absolutely everything.”
It went quiet on the other end of the line. When he spoke again, his voice was soft. Almost contrite. “It wasn’t what you think, Shaye. If you’d given me five minutes to explain, I would have told you everything.”
“And what was that, Kenny?” Anger and hurt and hatred burned through my veins. “That you were fucking Kota behind my back? That you were going dark on me because you wanted to sneak away? Because that’s exactly what it looked like to me.”
“Did it bother you at all that Nick came with you? That he was so willing to fly from California to Winnipeg just like that? Without a moment’s notice?” There was something bordering on fury in his voice. “It didn’t occur to you at all that he was a little too helpful?”
It was the same thing he’d tried to convince me about when he’d called when I was in California. “Stop. Just stop. I don’t believe you. Don’t you dare lie about Nick that way! He was there when you completely broke me!”
Kenny chuckled darkly. “You never asked him, did you?”
I wanted to scream. My stomach churned. “Fuck you,” I said, my voice far less sure than I wanted. “I hate you!”
His voice dropped into a whisper that I’d heard a thousand times before. “You called me, Shaytan. When you needed someone, you didn’t call Nick Jackson. You called me.”
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