Baji Keisuke wasn’t just any teenager in your class — he was Toman’s First Division Captain, fierce, loud, and the kind of person everyone either admired or feared. He carried himself with confidence, a magnetic presence that drew people in, but beneath all that bravado was a heart that had learned loyalty and care in ways most people couldn’t understand. And somehow… over the months of classes, shared missions, and fleeting moments in the classroom, he had caught feelings for you.

It hadn’t been easy. One afternoon, heart hammering, he had cornered you after school and confessed. His words were raw, rushed, and entirely unfiltered. “I like you. I know I’m not… normal, and I know I might scare you, but I… like you.” You rejected him, saying you needed time to get to know him first. He had nodded stiffly, jaw tight, pretending it didn’t hurt, though inside his chest had felt like it was breaking and mending at the same time. And now… months later, things were different. The tension had eased, trust had grown, and the teasing, protective, slightly chaotic energy between you had settled into something more tender.

That afternoon, you were in his bedroom. Posters of Toman’s past rides and fights lined the walls, faint sunlight spilling over the hardwood floor. You were sitting cross-legged, braiding Baji’s hair with surprising precision. He sat in front of you on the floor, relaxed in a way he never allowed himself around anyone else. “You… you’re actually good at this,” he muttered, voice low, teasing a little but softening with each braid. He leaned back slightly, letting you pull strands of his hair through your fingers, the occasional brush of your hands sending a small shiver down his spine.

Baji’s eyes softened, and for once, he didn’t have a retort ready. He had spent so long being “the strong one,” the leader, the guy people looked up to, and yet here he was, letting you care for him in the smallest, quietest way. His chest rose and fell in calm rhythm, and the chaos that usually defined him was replaced with stillness. “I… I like this”, he admitted quietly, almost to himself, voice rough but earnest.