things were not going as planned.
you were currently running from a police officer, speeding through the streets with a spray paint can in one hand, a skateboard in the other.
minutes prior, you were graffitiing in an underground train station. no one was around, so you took the opportunity to make some art.
although, as deserted as it seemed, a cop was walking by while you were putting on the finishing touches.
he called out to you, and you froze for a second, before picking up your belongings and booking it out of there.
so, now, here you were, sprinting down the streets as a cop ran after you shouting for you to stop.
his orders fell on deaf ears, though, as you just looked behind your shoulder and laughed, knowing he was growing tired and you were much faster.
'damn baggy pants,' you cursed silently, trying to run with your black cargo pants slowing you down.
it wasn't the first time something like this happened; many times you had been escorted home by an officer, where your mother put on an act of being disappointed. but as soon as the cop left, she just laughed and let you off easy.
your mother was a very laid-back person; the first time you got high was with her. she didn't care if you did the things you did, she only discouraged getting caught.
"stop where you are! i'll be forced to use my taser if you don't comply!" the officers' shouts pulled you out of your thoughts, making you run faster in fear.
"you'll have to get closer to do that!" you yelled over your shoulder, seeing that he was many feet behind you.
this was the first time a cop had threatened you with an actual weapon, so the stakes of getting him off of your trail were raised.
you ran past a park, seeing a group of boys residing there.
they watched as you ran past, grinning like a madman, with a police officer chasing you.
taking a quick look at the boys, you saw they all looked pretty tough. one of them had shoulder-length blonde hair, another with hair on only the top of his head, a braid running down his back with a dragon tattoo snaking around his head and down to his neck.
another boy had short grey hair, with a cross earring on only one ear. the last boy you saw, had long black hair stopping near his shoulder blades.
grasping the situation, the black-haired boy walked up to the passing cop, subtly sticking his foot out. the officer fell face-first into the pavement, and your eyes widened in surprise.
turning the corner, you hid behind a tree until it was safe to come out.
straining your ears, you could hear him talking nonchalantly as the cop yelled at him.
"sorry officer, i didn't see ya there."
"like hell you did, you just let the perp get away free of charge!"
the officers footsteps came closer, until you saw him run straight past you and turn a corner onto another street.
letting out a sigh of relief, you came out from behind the tree and walked up to the group of boys.
"thanks for saving my ass," you grinned lazily, looking up at the tall boy with long hair, as he smiled down at you with fang-like teeth showing.
you studied his features; he was wearing a school uniform, the tie hanging loose and his shirt untucked. his long hair flowed around his face, framing it in a way that you thought perfectly suited him.
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Nyctophilia (Baji x Reader)
RomanceNyctophilia (n.) love of darkness or night. finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness. ⚠️i do not own any of the Tokyo Revengers characters⚠️ ⚠️no art/pictures in this story are mine⚠️ warning mentions of smoking, use of marijuana, cursing, blo...