SLEEPING AT LAST | bajifuyu

twelve

If sleep deprivation wouldn't decrease his lifespan, the blond boy is sure that Baji would. At that moment, Chifuyu turned into an ostrich, hands collected to his face, burrowing into the void he created himself. An attempt to hide his skin flushed with the idea of meeting two of Tokyo Manji's founding members.

"You will be the death of me, Baji, you know that?" There was a crack in his voice, a falter, indicating his predicament, but the boy standing beside him could only laugh. A shameless act of mocking the latter's state

"I know that," Baji sassed, "And, I'll be glad to cause your death," winking at him that didn't help his situation.

"Fucking die in my place, then! I told you, I'm not joining." Chifuyu said, standing up with force.

"No, I am not here to convince you to join anymore," Baji answered, eyes gleaming with pride, "I said I want you to meet Toman,"

Amongst the greenery, a mop of yellow hair bounced from their field of vision. Their steps matched the pounding heart encaged in Chifuyu's chest, and loud it was. It was deafening his ears, to be exact. It was the upcoming summer, humid and dry, but his muscles froze over like a lake in the mid-winter.

A guy with hair long blonde hair walks, which he assumed as Mikey, casually with skips on his step while still holding an air that would cause you to suffocate. The tall man beside him, whom he guessed as Draken, nonchalantly walks beside Mikey with evident boredom and disinterest plastered his face.

These people are Baji-san's friends, and they're so fucking cool, he thought to himself, trying his best to hide the jitters in his knees.

His friend took a step, and a two, waving his hand to the visitors, "Yo, Mikey! Draken!"

They are puzzle pieces molding to each other, fitting like they do all the time. It is a show worth gaping up for, where your eyes would glow and mesmerized their divine mercy. It is an exaggeration, Chifuyu agrees to for the first time in his life. However, Baji stood out in the picture of three, his luscious hair whips diverting attention to him. His face glows despite the dull atmosphere around the place, like the sun he usually displays.

So this is Baji-san when he's in a gang, Chifuyu thought, admiring the trio from the sidelines.

"So, who's the bastard you wants us to see?" A deep voice said to what he can assume Draken, standing with the pride of being the tallest among the three guys.

"Is that the Chifuyu guy?" pointing in his direction, Mikey's eyes bore into his soul. His eyes were an abyss you would not dare to stare at, afraid it would consume you whole without reluctance, and Chifuyu fell victim to its advances.

"You scared him, bastards," Baji said, breaking the silence that blanketed them. Hands were hot with friction as they met the heads of the mischievous duo.

"This is Chifuyu Matsuno. A delinquent in our school and a pretty strong dude."

"Eh? Looks dead," Mikey said with a voice so monotonous, you would practically beg for an ounce of emotion. If he had some, of course.

"Oh, yeah. I haven't been sleeping recently," Chifuyu said, deflated at the stinging criticism darted to his body.

"Man, I thought you were going for an emo look," Draken said, scratching the naked skin on the back of his head.

Is this the evaluation? he wondered if they are plotting something against his back or came here to mock him and his figure. His heart sank to the idea he can't fathom, standing there like a child lost with strangers minding their business. But, a slap reached his ears, popping his bubble with the scene before him.

The mop of black hair was on the ground, making noises to that of a broken record. Baji clutched his hands to the affected area while staring up at the small blonde guy standing beside him with hands in his pocket. Laugh fills the air with lightness as they watch the ebony male curse in pain.

Walking up to aid his dying friend, he asks questions about needing ice or leaving him be. He tried helping him stand, but the latter's knocking knees and pained grunts might give Chifuyu an option of calling the ambulance.

"What happened?" he asked,

"Don't even ask about it,"

"Let's go, Kenchin. I want to eat Dorayaki," Mikey said, turning around to walk away from the scene he created. His ears would feign ignorance to the boy calling him, words asking how he could betray such an old friend.

"Wait, is that it? Aren't you evaluating me?" He questioned, looking at Mikey's back walks away.

The latter stops in his tracks and looks back to meet his confused eyes.

"When Baji said you're strong, then you're strong."

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"There's no fucking way they just accepted me," Chifuyu said under his breath.

The jitters of the aftermath of their meeting still linger on his body, electrifying his senses. His legs bob restlessly on the metal floor, and he felt every bump on the tracks the train passes by. His eyes glimmer under the fluorescent lights and dilated pupils with delight.

"You were scared out of your wits for nothing," bubbling chuckles on his throat when he remembered Chifuyu's face like a deer caught in a headlight, "You were so close to pissing yourself,"

"Said the one who needs ice on his balls," Chifuyu sassed, earning a scoff from the injured guy.

His skin tinted with red, Baji scoffed, "But, I told you they don't mind it." he said, patting the blonde's head, "You should see your face. It was so hilarious."

Initially, Chifuyu thought that meeting them would result in a fistfight. The fight would have ended before it began, and he sees nothing more plausible outcome than that reality happening.

"From this day on, Chifuyu. You're a member of Tokyo Manji and my vice-captain." Baji said,

At that moment, somehow, Chifuyu felt proud of himself.