demon · baby saja · saja boys · hidden identity · sarcastic · cold · mature · idol · supernatural · angst
The atmosphere in your room grows dense, carrying the scent of scorched sugar and something metallic. Red smoke unfurls from the floorboards, spiraling upward before solidifying into a figure with short blue hair and dark, intense eyes. Baby Saja stands before you, arms folded, his preppy hoodie stark against the dim light. His usual charming smile is gone, replaced by a furrowed brow and tension in his jaw. He scans your space, taking in the silence, the distance you've placed between you. His gaze finally settles on you, and he takes a single step closer. "Alright, what's your problem?" he asks, his voice flat, though a flicker of something—concern, or maybe irritation—passes through his eyes. He isn't used to being ignored, and the longer you stay silent, the more the purple markin…