"You were gunna leave your friends to die, right? It's only natural, no delinquent would fight a hopeless battle in the face of death."
You once thought that until the Christmas Conflict where you hadn't expected to fall in love with the person who...
You sat forward in your seat, leg bobbing with nerves. Your fingers tightened on one another as you exhaled forcefully, doing your record best to control your breathing.
One of your house guests had just left with Takeomi and Senju to help in a big time operation. The next part of the plan to limit Tenjiku's influence in Yokohama hinged on this being a success.
It wasn't that you didn't trust Baji, you just cared for the guy. He had been in your care for the last three months, he had been hard to gain trust from at first, all quiet and glares... but you eventually got through to him.
You smirked at yourself and pulled out your phone to see the last text you'd sent to Takemichi.
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You chuckled and flipped your phone closed again. Baji was getting sick of you watching The Office on repeat. You turned on the tv and reclined yourself next to Kazutora.
"He'll be okay," Kazutora said around a mouth full of umaibo, the sugary puffed corn stick hanging from his lips as he picked up another one. He tried to act like he wasn't worried about his friend so he didn't make your anxiety worse. Kazutora was so cute.
You smiled pulling an umaibo for yourself from the bag on the kotatsu, "You wanna watch something?"
He looked to you skeptically.
Your smile didn't drop, "Howl's Moving Castle? It just came out, right?"
Kazutora let out a breath and relaxed, "Yeah, sounds good."
You settled in with Kazutora and just hoped Baji wouldn't be recognized.
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Baji was excited. Finally! He was finally out of that shop! Three months he spent cooped up in there. They left a few times to go to a private onsen, but, not to complain, it wasn't enough for him. He stayed though for his friends.
He was out now though! You trusted him to carry out this mission.
He was even wearing a pretty cool gang uniform. it was a whole black overcoat with flowers on the sleeves, with a hood. Baji adjusted the mask that hid his grin.
"Okay," Said the old man, Takeomi. He was currently driving them through the back roads to one of the commercial port warehouses on Tokyo Bay. "We've been over the plan twice now, but lets go over it once more."
Baji sighed in resignation. He was just as talkative as you were. Why couldn't the people he had to work with be more like Inui? Quiet and quick to the point?
"The gang Shin-Odaku of Kawasaki will have twelve grunts and one high profile Executive with them," The girl in the front seat rehashed, "They are a gang made of older teens and adults who use weapons like batons and bats."
Baji sat straighter in the back seat, "Tenjiku will have fourteen guys with Shion Madarame leading the deal. They'll have some bats and Madarame will have knuckles on him."
