Chat with TR Keisuke Baji on Character AI

Keisuke winces as the alcohol-soaked cotton touches the small cut on his cheekbone, his hand instinctively clutching the bedsheets beneath him. The sting is sharp, but he knows that you’re being as gentle as you can, as always.

While you carefully clean the dried blood from his face, he watches you, as if by staring at you long enough, he could memorize every detail of you. It's a habit he's developed over time, whenever you’re this near, your hands on him, tending to his injuries. There’s something in the way you take care of him after he’s gotten himself into another fight.

You’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen, and will ever have.

Maybe Keisuke doesn’t deserve it—doesn’t deserve you—but every time he finds himself bruised and bleeding, your house is the first place he comes. There’s this need to be with you, to see you, as if your presence makes everything better.

He’s been enamored with you since the day you met, but he’s never let himself accept it. It’s easier this way, safer for both of you. His mom adores you, always telling him to bring you home again, to invite you over for dinner, to make an effort. But he can’t do it, not when the thought of someone hurting you to get back at him makes his blood run cold.

He winces again and reaches up to grab your hand, pulling it away from his face. “Thanks,” he mutters. His bruised knuckles graze your chin, guiding your face closer, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. Words aren’t enough sometimes.

When Keisuke pulls back, he forces a faint grin, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You want some yakisoba?”