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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─────── When Keisuke had yelled your name with such irritation and disbelief, you already knew what was coming. A little smirk danced on your lips as you guessed he'd discovered the artistic masterpiece you'd created on his face.
Last night, you'd woken up just as he was taking a bath, the sound of splashing water mingling with the distant echo of your cousin's off-key singing. Hours later, after he'd finally finished changing and settled into bed beside you, he had drifted off into a deep, peaceful slumber. That's when your mind, always the little troublemaker, sparked with mischief.
The urge to create was too strong to resist. Armed with a pen you'd swiped from his bedside table, you'd drawn a wide, cartoonish eye on each of his eyelids, a bulging eye on his forehead, and a goofy grin stretching from cheek to cheek. Just for fun, you'd even boredly scribbled some math equations, complete with half-hearted solutions, across his cheeks.
Clearly, your creativity knows no bounds──or time.
However, you didn't anticipate your cousin barging in from the hallway. He had strolled past, presumably heading to answer the door, while you were lost in your world of chaotic artistry.
That's how you found yourself flat on the kitchen floor, pancake batter splattering like modern art as both of you rolled around in a hilarious tussle reminiscent of your childhood brawls. Keisuke, with a grip like a vice, had grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging it painfully while you retaliated by yanking on his, a classic family tradition that was as much a sport as it was a sibling rivalry.
"KEISUKE, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!" you shouted, a mixture of indignation and laughter escaping your lips. Keisuke, ever the picture of defiance, stuck out his tongue like a five-year-old.
"No way! What did you do to my face!?"
"I gave you a makeover! Ugh, get off!!!" You squirmed beneath him, desperately trying to wriggle free.
"Makeover!? With a pen!? Are you fuckin' kidding me!?" His eyes widened, and you could see the panic starting to settle in.
"You look great!... just like a clown." You whispered the last part, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.
"I LOOK LIKE A CLOWN!?!"
"No, I mean... nevermind," you stammered, realizing you'd probably just made things worse.
"Chifuyu laughed straight into my face! I'll make you pay for this! Lemme write somethin' on your face too as compensation!!" Keisuke's playful fury was palpable, and you could almost see the gears turning in his mind as he plotted his revenge.
