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heatwave // b.keisuke

Warning! F!reader, Can be seen as platonic or romantic, Possessive!baji(?)
fluff and crack(?)

"it's so hot!" an annoyed groan left your mouth as your body lay down on the hard cold floor in a star position

"the ac is on" baji keisuke that has been sitting quitely in the living room couch, eyes still glued to the manga he had in his hands

"it's still so hot!" you complained once again

"you have an ac and a portable fan on you!?" he sweatdropped at your complaint, even with the hand sized portable fan wind hitting your face and neck, the whole world still felt like it was burning itself to ash (the portable fan helps up a bit tho)

a pout made it's way onto your face with your eyes closed, trying to think of a way to relieve yourself from this heatwave that has strucked japan once again in each summer

"kei can you get me a popsicle?" sitting up from your laying position, you gaze feel upon baji that had sat comfortably on his the red couch

"no."

"aw come on!" the hope in your tone of voice fell off at his immediate rejection, standing up you walked towards him before sitting on the floor in front him, your chin fell ontop of his thigh which slightly caught his very own attention

"I'll give you my money i swear!" you whined at the man as he continued to ignored your whining which irritated you a bit

"alright then." standing up on the both of your feet with the portable fan still stucked in your left hand, you grabbed your flip phone that had been sitting on top of the coffee table

"what are tou doing?" baji questioned you meanwhile your eyes were still glued onto the screen, searching for a certain name in your phone contact

"I'm gonna ask for HIS help" without even needing to mentioned the guys name, baji already knew who you meant just by the tone of your voice and the cocky glint's of stare you gave him

his eye flinched by the mentioned of him even when his name were not even spoken out in the first place, something about that guy's existence that just gets on baji's nerves

a few minutes of silence with baji mentally fighting his inner demon and you finally finished texting HIM, baji exhaled out a heavy sigh before standing up on his feet

"yeah sure, give me your money." he lended his opened palm towards you, asking for the money he were told from you to be given in the first place

an awkward silence envelope the quite room, baji stood there dumbfoundedly with your nervous expression slowly crept up onto your face, you think a bit of your choice. for someone who is a fast responders, he hasn't responded to your text yet even when 5 minutes has passed by knowing how the guy is either probably asleep or doesn't have his phone with him

"...I'll pay you back later! i promised!" deciding to just let baji do it since there is no any signs of him reading the text you had sent, and you didn't wanted to wait any longer.

"you're never gonna pay me back do you?"

"i will this time! pinky promise!" you hold out a pinky to him which he could only give it a few seconds of stare before rolling his eyes

"yeah whatever" was the last thing he said before walking closer towards the the entrance door, hands quickly grabbing onto the motorcycle key, and as his other free hand hold onto the door handle and twisted it opened, the sight of the white haired dude has appeared in front of him

"oh~?" it seemed like his hands were about to knock onto the wooden door before it was interrupted by the sudden opening before he could get the back of his fingers on it

"keisuke? what're you doing here?" a bored expression were now seen on baji's face by the sight of ryusei sato himself standing in front of him with the usual teasing grin on his lips which always left baji having the urge to wiped it away from his face

"ryusei you're here?" you popped up from behind baji, curious by the sudden new voice that has entered the apartment

"oh y/n! right on time here's-" his words instantly getting cut off by baji hand aggressively ripping the bag of popsicles from his hand as he quickly slammed the door shut on his face and locking it, leaving you stunned at his action

"here's your popsicle" he threw the bag onto your hands which you easily caught

"i didn't even get to say thank you--"

"--no need, I'll tell him that when he appeared on the next gang meetup"

he walked past you going back to the red couch and picking up the manga he read just a few minutes ago

"you're totally a tsundere, kei"

"shut up."