Sequel to My Hero Where your relationship with Baji Keisuke grows. Where an opportunity even presents itself to you. How will your future end up like? This story is really long. Had to much fun writing this I ended up writing a lot. #1 in Chifuyu 1/3/25

Growing up, you lived in a toxic household. You then met a boy who had saved you from your toxic life and introduced you to a new life. This story will not contain any smut. None of the Tokyo Revengers characters belong to me. None of the art is by me. It will contain manga spoilers. This story does contain sensitive topics such as DV. #1 in bajixreader 1/24/25 #1 in Shinchiro 1/24/25 #1 in Mitsuya 2/4/25 #1 in Draken 2/9/25

She can't let her past go all she ever did was run away from it .... But soon she will realise that she is a lot more than that when she meet a certain someone.. How can this change there destiny First divison caption of toman Baji keisuke... Also I edited some parts of manga... I don't own tokyo revengers they belong to ken wakui the author of the manga..credit of characters goes to him... I only own few characters ... Plz forgive me for my bad english....

Meria leans against the cold wall, her breath measured, her arms crossed like a barrier she knows won't hold. Across from her, Ran stands with that infuriating smirk, head tilted just slightly, watching her the way a predator watches its prey except she knows better. In this game, they take turns being the hunter. 'You look like you missed me' he murmured, his voice a lazy, low enough to find its way under her skin. Meria scoffed, pushing off the wall and stepping closer, until there's barely a breath between them. "Funny. I was just wondering if disappointment ever feels like home to you." Ran hums, eyes gleaming with something dark something starving "Only when it tastes like you." Her pulse stuttered, she doesn't flinch. Instead, she tilts her chin up, daring him. "You talk too much for someone who never says anything real." "Real?" His fingers ghost over the side of her jaw, featherlight touch, intimate ,just enough to make a contact "Is that what you want from me, Meria?" She hates how easily he gets under her skin. Hates how her body betrays her everytime, leaning into the heat of him before she can dare to stop "You think too highly of yourself," she says, but the words feel hollow when he's this close, when his scent-smoke, spice, and something distinctly him-wraps around her like a noose. 'i'm not' Ran leans in, his lips just shy of hers, his breath teasing the sensitive skin of her mouth, "but you hope to get a real thing from me for someone who claims not to care" She could push him away. Could slap that smirk right off his face. Instead, she lingers. Because that unbearable, intoxicating game they play? they can't handle attraction that came with the the hatred It's the kind of want that ruins people. And they both know it He pushed his lips against hers And she welcomed... _______ mention of mature topics If you read it and didn't like the topics... It on YOU