𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝐛.𝐤

baji keisuke x gn!reader [reader is on their period, but there are no solidified pronouns!] - fluff, comfort (0.5k+)

request: how about a short fic with baji taking care of a reader who has very debilitating cramps? i've never seen anyone to that before, and personally, my cramps can get so bad to the point where painkillers barely work. if it's too much, then feel free to ignore this ♡

nana's note: oh man i also get really painful cramps so this is really relatable :/ now can i get a baji to comfort me or nah - also first post of the year yayayay

baji watches as the timer on the microwave counts down from 1 minute, each second accompanied by an impatient shake of his foot and a nervous sigh. it was that time of the month for you, and although you were upstairs laying in the soft sheets of his bed—the extreme painful cramps took away all that comfort. it had gotten so bad, that you were having trouble walking around. baji took the initiative to head downstairs, and heat up your heating pack for your stomach. 

“no no, you—you’re staying right here, ‘kay? i’ll figure out how to heat this thing and be right back” he had told you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before dashing down to the lower level of his apartment. 

wounded

pairing: baji keisuke x gn!reader

genre/wc: fluff, hurt/comfort (2.4k)

request: ok what about baji x reader meeting at the hospital au? like he makes it to the hospital and the reader is also there bc of an accident and they happen to be roommates? and even tho they're both quite the opposite they start to build a friendship, get really close and after the reader leaves the hospital baji realises how much he enjoyed the readers company + the reader comes to visit him and they keep their friendship going (overall fluff and hurt-comfort maybe?)

a/n: first off: HAPPY NEW YEARS EVE!!! now, i really love this idea, and this was really comforting and interesting to write since baji is my tokrev comfort character <3 reader sort of has my personality sorry in advance LMAO this is so self-projecting of me; thank you for requesting and please enjoy. please read warnings before proceeding.

warnings: takes place right after the valhalla vs toman fight [alt. ending], reader is hospitalized due to a car accident, re-tellings of blood, and fear. mentions of suicide. THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM TOKYO REVENGERS VALHALLA ARC.

𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈'𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐈𝐓 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐒 his eyes and suddenly he feels a dull ache behind his lids. he closes his eyes, 'steady breaths' baji tells himself. he's— to a certain extent,—aware of what's going on: he has two stab wounds, his head is pounding now, and he can hear chifuyu behind the crowd of doctors pulling his gurney. what he doesn't know however, is how he's gonna survive.

baji opens his eyes, a heavy soreness threatens him to close them again. 'must've fallen asleep.' fighting the pain, he looks around to his surroundings. he's now in a hospital room, it's plain and minimally decorated; bone white walls with frames of doctor alumni smiling bone white teeth— baji snorts. "who gives a fuck," he mumbles quietly, before adjusting his position. a sharp pain in his abdomen erupts a sharp groan of pain, 'motherfucker.' baji's arms lift slowly to peal away his shirt. bandages stained with the patches of blood were wrapped tightly around his stomach and suddenly baji felt like he was suffocating.

"looks lethal," a voice from his right calls out. "you feeling okay?"

so lucky i have u

pairing: baji keisuke x gn!reader

genre/wc: fluff, comfort (1.2k)

request: good morning nana! I hope you're fine. wanted to req a fic about baji annoying f/reader during a class. something to do with how he got bored and agitated and then it would piss her off (in a cute way) because you know... he tries, but sometimes it becomes too much to take for hours at a time, but if anyone dared to disrespect her he would be the first to defend her, so later they share the exhaustion of student life together, but they are grateful for the love (romantic lol) they feel for each other to make it easier.

a/n: reader and baji are students in this! i tried to make this as relatable and real as i could. this is so cute, i'm fucking in love with this idea i could cry. i went a little overboard with this, and wrote more than i usually do oops </3

school as it is, isn't fun. quite frankly, it's the last place you want be on a friday afternoon, cooped up and slouched behind the cowering walls of mathematical functions. you'd much rather be at home; lying down on your bed, behind the comforting walls of your room. maybe play some music, scroll through pinterest, and get some well-needed rest. or maybe your boyfriend, baji, could come over and hang out. bring his cats over (despite the mess they make) and have a movie marathon.

you look over your right shoulder, two seats down to the left was baji's desk. although the teacher has been rambling on about 'b's value is the growth factor,' and blah blah, baji's head was cemented to the wooden table; ear pressed against his forearm that was splayed across. you wondered if he was asleep until your eyes wandered down to his feet, which were tapping against the tile floor rhythimically. you smirked, 'typical keisuke, not paying attention.'

you weren't one to talk though, not when you turn around— only to meet the teacher standing directly in front of you.

"l/n? could you please repeat what i just told the class?" she leans menacingly towards your desk, "or were you to busy gazing at baji to listen?"

some people stiffle their laughter at the teacher's (unnecessary, you thought) comment. others, also known as baji himself, laugh out loud. your eye twitches, the urge to turn around to glare at him is strong. but you only gulp, awkwardly responding with "no ma'am, i didn't hear."

she huffs, simply satisfied that she was able to cause some sort of (again, unnecessary) drama in her very boring class. you carefully shift around, eyes already narrowed as you make contact with baji. he just smirks and winks at you. your glare falters, that asshole. slouching into your chair, a blush dusts your cheeks. hm, maybe we're all bored out of our minds.