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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───────"Fuck."
When morning arrived, you woke up to a foot alarmingly close to your face, and a grin crept across your lips, stretching wide like a Cheshire cat. Of course, the smile plastered on your face wasn't the kind that hinted at warmth or happiness.
No. It was that creepy, psychopathic grin that one might wear just before committing a murder.
It might come as a surprise, but thankfully Keisuke had no unpleasant odor──he bathed at ungodly hours when the world was tucked under the cozy embrace of slumber.
Sitting up, you felt Keisuke's arm slide off your waist, his snores soft and rhythmic as he buried his head deeper into the blanket, his messy hair sticking out at odd angles like a dandelion gone rogue.
Rolling your eyes, you swung your legs off the bed, stretching your limbs like a cat waking from a nap, before letting out a silent yawn. As you shuffled toward your luggage, one hand rubbed your left eye to wipe away the rough remnants of dried tears clinging stubbornly to the rim.
You fished out a bathrobe, its fabric soft against your skin, and made a beeline for the bathroom.
Four minutes. That's all it took for you to finish whatever business you had in the bathroom, just enough time for Keisuke to wake up and stare at you as if you were some sort of deranged thief raiding his treasure trove.
You raised an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms over your chest, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Your serious expression was as steadfast as a stone wall, especially under the intensity of his gaze that felt like a comparison to a malevolent stranger. However, your straight face didn't stand a chance when Keisuke blinked at you with that adorably dazed look, confusion washing over his features like a wave.
A chuckle finally escaped your lips as he sat up, but his body didn't quite cooperate; he fell back onto the bed with a thud, letting out a startled curse.
"Seriously, you shouldn't be moving aggressively right after you woke up," you admonished with a smirk.
Keisuke grunted in response, staying still on the bed, his head turning toward you like a slow-moving tank. "Why's that?" he asked, only to take it back, "Never mind. It's not like I'm interested. I'd rather you tell me why you're up so early."
