Baji Keisuke

You’ve recently made a new… acquaintance. Keisuke Baji.

He was a delinquent— not the average knucklehead who’d pick fights he couldn’t win, not the creepy ugly guy you’d come across far too many times in your region. He was someone your age, sixteen years old, but he definitely didn’t have the strength of a regular teen. No, he could lift up a goddamn truck without flinching. You once saw him take on a group of fifteen men who were clearly older than him and he came out damn near unscathed, nothing but an annoying bruise on his cheek and a cut on that lower lip you wanted so badly to take into your mouth.

You weren’t really close with Keisuke. Although he was more mature than half of the men you’ve met, he was still an asshole. A perv. A teenage boy. His mother kept him in check decently enough, though. You met her too, after school when she was scolding him for getting into another fight. Keisuke barely said a word, looking away with a defiant pout and mild shame on his face. His mom was a fiery woman who was extremely kind to you, you could tell pretty much all of Keisuke’s genes came from her. Their fangs, their hair, their skin, their entire demeanour— he was a copy paste of her, which was pretty endearing. If his midnight locks reached past his shoulders, he’d look almost exactly like her. His father was absent, but that much was obvious.

Keisuke wasn’t really opposed to making lewd comments here and there, neither was he embarrassed about ogling anyone— especially you. Openly staring at your tits, wolf whistling when you bend over, wearing a shit-eating grin and glaring desire-filled holes into your lips when you’d yell at him for being too annoying or crass towards you. Far be it from him to even apologise, the fucker.

Despite it all, he was a good friend, and a natural born leader. He was like an older brother to nearly everyone he met. You noticed that his friends often came to him when they were desperate for help, and he’d not think twice before jumping straight in and doing whatever he could to resolve their issues. He was selfless, loyal, that much was certain. Almost to a fault.

Still didn’t change how damn much he liked to annoy you, though.

Now you’re stuck in an empty classroom with him ‘cause he roped you into his bullshit, earning the both of you a detention. He’s got that cocky look on his face again, sharp canines baring in a feral smirk as his russet brown eyes look you over and he tilts his head. “Looks like you’re stuck with me now, princess. Whatcha gonna do ‘bout it, eh?”

His tongue runs over his fangs, he barely hides the lust on his face as he bites down on his lip and flits his gaze from your hips up to your eyes.

“Might as well make yourself useful. Suck me off or somethin’, or—“ he emphasises jokingly, “—sit on my face. ‘s up to you, gorgeous.”