When Baji introduced his cousin who came from America to the gang, everyone was rather surprised to find out that this cousin is like Baji 2.0, a female version of the 1st Division Captain.
However, what made everyone's jaw dropped is how she noncha...
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───────You were slouched on the old, well-worn sofa, the television casting a soft, flickering glow across the dimly lit room. The remote felt a little heavy in your hand, as if the weight of the endless, meaningless shows was sinking into your bones. Aunt Baji had long since retreated to her room, her soft snores muffled by the walls. She had work early tomorrow, so naturally, she was already out cold.
As for you, despite the long, exhausting day of travel, sleep didn't seem to be on your schedule yet. You clicked through the channels aimlessly, eyes glazed over as images of cheesy sitcoms and late-night infomercials zipped by.
Chifuyu had gone home hours ago, and Keisuke was supposedly "cleaning" his room──prepping it for the fact that you'd be sharing it for the foreseeable future. But let's be real, he wasn't cleaning. You knew he was probably nose-deep in your luggage, rummaging through your things like a mischievous raccoon.
"(Y/n), I took some of the chocolates from your bag," came Keisuke's voice, muffled slightly from behind the wall.
You didn't even blink, still lazily switching through channels. "Yeah, sure. Just make sure you put the red ones in the fridge. You can take the rest.”
The corners of your lips twitched. Did you forget to mention you just flew in from America? Of course the chocolates were probably melted into a goopy mess. Keisuke was in for a surprise when he discovered the soggy blobs of sweet disaster he'd just helped himself to.
You hummed softly to yourself as you flicked past yet another soap opera, finally settling on the news. Maybe the weather forecast could entertain you for a bit. You glanced at the clock on the wall, its slow, steady ticking the only real sound in the quiet room.
Now, if someone were to ask Keisuke what the worst possible activity to do with you was, one answer would undoubtedly be shopping. Trailing after you while you combed through stores for hours on end? Tiring. But the second, arguably worse? Watching television with you.
For Keisuke, sitting through your choice of shows was a nightmare. You always gravitated towards the weirdest, most unsettling content. Documentaries about brutal crimes, endless ghost hunting shows, and paranormal "investigations" that had him on edge for days. Keisuke, though he'd never admit it, was absolutely terrified of that stuff. The last time he watched TV with you, you'd picked a horror movie──without hesitation, of course──and the poor guy hadn't slept for two days straight, paranoid that some stringy-haired ghost was going to crawl out from under his bed.
