Baji took you on a date at a flower field, setting down a towel to eat the food Mrs. Baji made as you guys took in the beautiful scenery.

While you were enjoying the view, Baji was picking out a flower, finding one that matches your eyes before tucking it behind your ear.

“You’re pretty.” He said, moving his hand to rest on your cheek as you stared at him confused. Baji was never the type to be so verbal with his emotions, especially since he always wants to keep up his “bad boy” image.