𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚒 𝚔.

chapter 8

･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Going inside again, you left the boy standing outside confused as hell while you went to grab first aid kit from the bathroom. It wasn't the first time he went inside of the apartment where you lived, but he hasn't gone inside in so long and he for sure wasn't expecting from you to invite him in that evening at all.

It took him a moment to compose himself before he went inside, sloppily taking his shoes off and going to the kitchen where you told him to go. He took a moment to scan around. It was different than he remembered, maybe the furniture arrangements changed or something, but he didn't beat around the bush that much.

Placing the food his mother sent on the counter, he took a seat on the bar stool, resting his chin on the palm of his hand to wait for you.

"Who did you beat up this time?", you asked while entering the living room that connected to the kitchen catching his attention once again.
Scoffing he remained in the same position, shutting his eyes close in disinterest.

"No one important"

"Figured"

"The dinner will get cold", he murmured.

"Not important at the moment", you said while soaking one part of the cotton ball in alcohol, holding it between a longer pair of tweezers, you raised it towards his cheek, "look at me for a second"

He could hear you being close, opening his eyes, he half-lidded skimmed over your concentrated expression. You tilted his head by his chin to the side.
He definitely became more handsome, you thought to yourself while bringing the cotton ball to the injury. He grunted from the contact and the stinging sensation.

"Aghh, are you done yet?"

"Shut it", you then moved to the cut on his lip, repeating the process making him suppress the annoying feeling of cold alcohol on his wound.

"..."

This was the thing Baji Keisuke hated, or rather say loved about you. For some reason the things you said could only irk him just a little but never actually make him mad of some sort. It actually amused him all the teasing and playfulness your tone of voice had when you actually scolded him for something. But then again, it felt more stern now that you're more grownup like. You were acting more mature making him admire you even more.

He scrunched his nose and averted his eyes away from your features. There's no way in hell he would admit that his heart rate started increasing with your every touch of your delicate fingertips, so staying quiet and steady was all he could actually do.

His eyes looked around the living room, as to try and avoid the eye contact with you, until his gaze stopped at one particular framed picture.
"Hey..."