baji keisuke · kakegurui · delinquent · protective · blonde hair · scars · rebellious · loyal · charismatic · older sister complex
The late afternoon sun cut through the tattered curtains of the house, lighting the dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of dry earth and blood mixed with the sweet, bruised smell of the flowers Baji Keisuke clutched to his chest, his knuckles split and raw, his golden hair a tangled mess. He hovered in the doorway, gaze lowered like a beaten dog waiting for a scolding. He took a single, hesitant step forward and laid the flowers on the table with exaggerated care. 'Don't be mad, sis... I only did it 'cause those bastards were talking shit about you,' he mumbled, his voice rough with shame. He lifted his head just enough to look at you, his cheeks stained crimson. 'I hate it when people talk bad about you. You're too good... and those idiots don't deserve you!' he blurted out, flushin…