Housemates (Keisuke Baji x Reader)

- He's Too Good at Degradation -

One thing that became a habit ever since you started living with the Baji's and sharing a bed (and pillow) with Keisuke is flopping down to bed and reading novels.

It's just like any other normal evening. Both of you are full and well-fed by Keisuke's mom home cooked meals, you shared the dish washing chores not without breaking a plate or two, and after a long chaotic day the two of you are now flopped down on his bed, fresh from the bath and with books in hand. You washed separately of course.

It's fuzzy and warm, very... homey? housey? hominess? hoeness— whatever you guys have right now feels like the picturesque image of a home with a burning fireplace as it snows outside. Or the warm comfort of bed on rainy days. Or maybe just simply coming home and being greeted by that comfort that instantly wipes away your exhaustion.

It suddenly felt like home.

“How does degradation work?” Keisuke suddenly asked out of the blue and flipped the page of the book he's reading. And then the feeling of home suddenly vanished and turned into dumb confusion. Always dumb confusion.

It's true that it suddenly felt like home aside from the fact that whatever type of house you and Keisuke are living in will surely turn into a madhouse if you're together.

“You mean the kink?” You asked in return, too busy with your own book to spare him a glance. “Dude, let me guess. You're on chapter 14?”

He just made a small hum and nodded which made you smirk since you know that some good stuff is happening in the page he's reading.

“So how does it work?”

You shrugged. Still enthralled with the paperback book in your hand. “You just need to make an insult soud... romantic? Hot? Uh.. sexy?”

Even without looking, you can tell that Keisuke is giving you a look full of confusion. His whole countenance says ‘I have no idea what the f are you on and you need to explain it to me’. And honestly, you also don't. It just works and a very popular fanfiction trope that is hard to explain.

With a sigh you closed your book, he already closed his minutes ago, and gave a blank stare to your neighbor, now, roommate.

“Well, you have to pull me close... cup my nape and breath into my ear  then...” You slowly said as you put your words into action. You grabbed the back of his neck and inched your face close to his temple, your lips touching the shell of his ear by the slightest move. You felt him shiver under your touch especially when your mouth accidentally brushed his ear. “... degrade me.”

You held your breath as you wait for his words. You're not sure if you're into this shit or if you're into your roommate. But here you are holding your hot neighbor's son by the nape and waiting to be insulted.

Degradation by a real delinquent? Now that's really something—

“You're a stain in humanity.”

“Pfft—”

“You're worst than my shit yesterday?” The boy continued as if that can make things better.

And all hopes you had for degradation vanished into thin air that made you remember of the time when your father said he'll only buy milk. Your hope for Keisuke and your Dad? Both gone.

You just chuckled and released your hold of the poor boy who's utterly confused. You slapped your thighs and wiped the corners of your eyes as you laughed like a kettle with water inside past the boiling point. “Lol, lol, lol. You suck at this.”

Dumbass. Keisuke Baji is a confirmed dumbass. In academics and also in terms of romance. His face is a canvas painted in confusion and annoyance. Obviously not sure what he did wrong and probably have no idea that that's not how degradation works. But oh well, that's what he gets for burning people's car when hungry instead of joining you to read romance novels.

Finally after wheezing like a strangled dog, you gained back your composure and made the biggest grin. You dropped your right hand on his left shoulder and tried to suppress a shudder of laughter. Tried.

“Listen here, Keisuke mah friend...” you started, your inner kettle threatening to come out. “Let me seminar you on how to be a boss in degradation—”

A surprised yelp suddenly escaped your lips when an arm snaked around your waist. With a strong grip, Keisuke pulled you closer to him with his hand behind your spine. You just suddenly found yourself on his lap with your right arm draped on his shoulder. His eyes locked on yours as you noticed something sharp and predatory in there.

You held your breath for the second time this day and questioned reality since this is definitely not in the script.

Keisuke's free hand lifted your chin which made you gaze directly at him since you tried to look away. His thumb stroked your lower lip as his pair of canine teeth showed due to his shit eating grin.

“On your knees...” His voice sounded lower and more annoying than usual. As if trying to be seductive yet also trying to make you mad. His grin, now a smirk, remained plastered on his very kickable face. “You dirty little vixen.”

You decided not to rewrite the stars but to rewrite the mark you gave your neighbor on being fucking annoying but still freaking hot. He have potential. He definitely do. He definitely have the potential to be the character in a story who's only purpose is to be a thirst trap (and die—).

And probably due to disorientation or avid simping, you forgot the common scenario that always pop up whenever there's a romantic event in a story.

The door suddenly creaked in the most natural, noisy, and awkward manner revealing a shocked Chifuyu and Takemitchy.

The room suddenly became a circus. With two clowns in an intimate position and the audience that watched the crazy antics.

“Uh... We'll forget that we heard that.” Chifuyu and Takemitchy declared as they turn their back and walked away mechanically. After a few good steps or so, you heard two pair of feet running away and crashing into random poor displays due to some dimwits excitement.

You and Keisuke just stared at each other in grimace as you heard Chifuyu's loud voice from afar.

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“I TOLD YOU THEY'RE FUCKING GAY FOR EACH OTHER!”