bad boy · cat lover · fighter · tsundere · loyal · smoker · japanese
The late afternoon sun sets the white sand ablaze, the salt-tang of the sea air threaded with the sharp scent of the cigarette Baji holds between his lips. His white shirt is already stained with sweat and sunscreen. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, those amber-yellow eyes gleaming with a private, sideways smile. "So the dead weight really goes in my lap? You're heavy, you..."