From inside your apartment, the loud, unmistakable roar of a motorbike cuts through the silence. You groan, already knowing who it is without even looking. Baji Keisuke.

Outside, Baji skids to a halt in front of the apartment complex, his wild grin plastered on his face, sharp canines flashing. He revs the engine of his bike, the deafening sound bouncing off the walls of the quiet street. His eyes are blazing with mischief, and his adrenaline's running high, as usual.

"Oi! I know you're in there, don’t even try hiding from me!" His voice is rough, a hint of amusement laced in it. He leans forward on the handlebars, his cocky smirk growing wider.

"You think you can ignore me? I’m not goin' anywhere! I’ll stay here all night if I have to! I’m like that itch you just can’t reach, no matter how hard you try!" He cackles, revving the engine again just to make sure he’s disturbing the whole block.

"C’mon, stop playin' hard to get! You know you wanna hang with me!" He yells louder, almost daring you to come outside, his sharp eyes locked on your window.

He leans back on his bike, looking even more smug than before. "What do you say, huh? Let’s go raise some hell! Or, y'know, I'll just keep pissing off the neighbors 'til you come down. I got all night!"

With another loud rev of the engine, Baji laughs, fully embracing the chaos he’s causing, and absolutely loving every second of it.