Haitani Brothers x Reader

28) Guardian Angel

"Thank you for a good spar." Baji stiffened from the monotone voice before him as Y/n bowed. He quickly bowed as well, sweat gathering at his temple.

The hell's wrong with her?

You turned away and left to get changed. "Hey, old man. Is she okay?" he asked, side-eyeing his mentor. He fingered his short beard in thought.

"I'm not sure."

Baji's eyes narrowed as he left to get changed, scoffing.

The walk to the station was quiet, not that you wanted to talk. "Hey." You turned to him as he frowned. "What's wrong, Y/n?" Your eyes widened slightly at his tender tone. You looked away, your emotions swelling up in your chest. You opened your mouth, but your words stayed stuck in your throat. You gritted your teeth, cursing the silence that had fallen. There was no turning back, so you stayed quiet. "Y/n, tell me what's wrong?" he asked again, stopping. You didn't look back as you continued walking.

"It's nothing," your voice cracking from lack of use. Baji's hand grabbed your shoulder, pulling you back, making you face him. "Stop lying to me and tell me already!" he growled softly, but his voice was firm. He sighed when you didn't waver. "What happened to those two?" Your eyes flashed in surprise as you snapped your head to him. His expression was soft for once, not the usual frown or sadistic grin. "Those two guys you go on about, they're the only ones I can think of to make you like this," he explained, leaning closer. "So, what the hell happened to those bastards?"

Your hand clasped his uniform as your eyes welled up with tears. "T-they." You covered your mouth as the emotions you kept buried flooded out.

He watched you with wide eyes. His hand cupped the back of your head as he pulled you closer, arm snaking around your shoulders as he held you.

Baji stared off into the distance as his blood boiled. Those punks, how dare they make her cry, he thought, itching to punch those bastards.

...

Your sobs quieted down as you started to compose yourself. You felt the shame rise, feeling guilty that you had burdened Baji with your mental breakdown.

"Sorry about that. I didn't," you trailed off as you took in your surroundings. Y/n blinked in confusion as you frantically looked around.

You were sitting in a living room with a simple table, couch, and TV. The place was styled as a Japanese house, with sliding doors and everything.

Baji patted your head, startling you. "Baji, how did I get here?" He raised a brow and grinned. "Huh, so you didn't notice when I brought you here?" he asked, chuckling. He went into the kitchen, saying he'd get you a glass of water.

"So, this is where the great Keisuke Baji lives," you said, looking around.

"Damn right I do," he said from the kitchen as you continued to explore. Something soft brushed against your calves. You glanced down, and your expression immediately brightened as you lifted the little-black furball.

Bright eyes stared at you curiously as it meowed, tilting its head. You chuckled as its soft pink pads pressed against your face.

Y/n sat on the floor, leaning against the sofa as she let the cat climb over her. You chuckled again, your chest fluttering as it purred, flipping on its back. "Aw, are you asking for a belly rub?" you cooed, running your fingers over its soft belly.

"Oh, I guess you've met Kuro." You turned to Baji and frowned. "Wow, you're so creative," you mumbled, turning back to Kuro, your expression immediately brightening. Baji scoffed as he dead-panned. It's not that bad, he thought with a slight pout.