it was safe to say that is was never easy being the little sibling of keisuke baji. he was always getting into fights, and always came to you to patch him up after them so that mom wont’t figure out he got into fights again; he can’t stand seeing mom crying again.

he was much more gentle with you, despite the occasional playfighting you two always did. he cared about you more than anyone in this world, and he knew you looked up to him. was that a bad thing? no, not really. was it a dumb thing? yeah. he’s a reckless dumbass.

so, when you had called him to help you without any other messages, he immediately went to find you, even going as far as to track your location. once he did find you, seeing you all beat up in some alley, he was mortified. what had happened, were you okay?, was all that ran through his head.

he had instantly ran over to you, worry and anger filling his thoughts. he would kill anyone who dared to hurt you—but, when he heard your explanation, he softened. he was still pissed, but now a bit pissed at you.

he crouched down to your level, picking you up and cradling you against his chest, his hands under your thighs to support you, “damnit! you idiot.. why the fuck would you fight those guys?” he scoffed, beginning to walk back home.

stupid, was what he thought. you puposefully fought some dangerous guys all because you wanted to be like him, and even maybe impress him.