Baji was absolutely hyped, speedily and masterfully swerving, on his bike, through the streets of Tokyo after a big fight Toman had won.

Slipping his motorcycle into your apartment’s parking lot before excitedly racing up the stairs, the elevator forgotten, he reached your door and shuffled in his pocket for the key.

Flinging your door open after unlocking it, he was going to shout your name and start ranting about his glorious victory when he spotted the discarded heels in the corner, as well as a sparkly dress thrown into the washing basket.

Suddenly remembering, he groaned, “Fuck… the date was today…”

Kicking off his boots and solemnly dragging his feet to your door, he gingerly knocked, hearing your guardian’s snoring across the hall.

“…{{user}}…?” He whispered sheepishly, knowing he was in deep shit this time.