ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴡʟ | Tokyo Revengers

∞ IV: Tension

"Let's make a bet!" The boy smiled, showing his fangs and thinking he had the advantage in the game. He was used to winning every time. "The loser will have to prepare the dinner."

"Hm. Deal." Y/n accepted with a neutral expression without showing her satisfaction. After practicing alone, this could be the day to beat him at Mario Kart.

"You're cheating. How did you do that?! Another!"

"What's wrong with you!? Why did you throw a blue shell!? I was about to reach the end! Now we're tied. Another!"

They fought for the winning, bumping playfully into each other, secretly wanting to feel the other's arms and be closer.

"This race is mine!" Both screamed before the PC player shrunk them with lightning and won. "Man!"

Sighing, the teens drowned their backs on the backrest, enraged with the game.

"So?" Switching off the TV, Baji sourly asked.

"I won first. You should be the one cooking." The girl nudged him.

"Nah. You do it."

"Why? Because I'm the girl?!" Her tone peaked, crossing her arms offended.

"What!? NO!" He flinched at her sudden rage. Turning to unwrap her arms, he took one of her hands to calm her. "Truth is that I only know how to prepare instant food. Also, I like your cuisine."

"Then, come and learn how it's done." Without letting go of his hand, she stood and dragged him to the kitchen, hearing his complaint grunts. If he was going to bring any excuse for her to cook, she would find a better one to win the fight. "After this quick lesson, you'll be able to make your future wife a fine dinner."

"Is that so?" He crept a mischievous smirk, trying to make her get rid of her pouting face. "Then you should teach me your favorite dish. She might love it."

"You know what? Forget it. I'll do it myself."

Against his expectations, she got madder than before, pushing him to go back to the living room. The thought of Baji cooking for another girl sent a displeasing feeling from her chest throughout her body, making Y/n regret mentioning his future wife.

Y/n ignored him, cutting the veggies and turning on the stove to boil water. The boy leaned over the counter across from her, silently observing her demeanor.

"What are you staring at? You're distracting me."

"I'm learning. I don't want to be an unuseful husband."

"Go and watch Discovery Home and Health. I don't know." Y/n couldn't stare back at him. She was ashamed of how she was acting, confused with the strange sensation that wanted to make her cry, yell and punch a wall.

Baji laughed lightly at her frustration, deciphering what was troubling her. His delight faded as she shrieked, dropping the knife after cutting the tip of her finger. "Agh!"

The boy was fast to take her hand, carefully wrapping a napkin. He rounded the bar and took her to the sink to wash the cut, but the bleeding didn't stop.

"I was so stupid." Letting him take care of her finger, she had looked away, more ashamed than before, but a humid and warm feeling made her face him with shock. "What are you doing!"

Baji brought her finger to his mouth and sucked the tip, trying to stop the red flow. She withdrew her hand, holding it onto her chest, with the anxiety taking over her body.

"It worked."

"It doesn't matter. That's not hygienic!"

"Why are you so upset!?" The boy equaled her tone, making her acknowledge her demeanor was too obvious. Y/n's face dropped, pouting and looking at the floor. "You can tell me anything. You know that. What's wrong?" Baji needed to lift her face by the chin to make her look at him, but her eyes avoided his.