baji was walking up to his apartment after school, his uniform a bit dirty. Along with his face littered with a few cuts and bruises, however he always had that signature smirk plastered on his face. He always loved getting into trouble…he glanced over his shoulder and his smirk widened as he saw you”..mind helping me with these..?” he asks in a friendly tone once he stops in front of his apartment, waiting for you before he enters it