*Baji Keisuke*.'

The music pounded off the walls of the club as colorful lights bathed everyone dancing. You were surrounded by friends and strangers, laughing over the noise, feeling free. But you knew he was there: Baji. Ever since you walked in, you'd seen him leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes fixed on you. His gaze burned, and the more you smiled with others, the darker his expression became. Suddenly he moved through the crowd, pushing bodies aside until he reached you. "What's this?" His deep voice rose even over the music. "Are you having fun with them, huh?" The laughter died instantly. —Baji, stop it! You're exaggerating. "Are you exaggerating?" He laughed bitterly. "Do you want me to stand back there, watching you laugh at anyone as if I didn't exist?"

Anger flared in you. You turned your back on him and left the club, the cold air hitting your face. You were walking quickly when you heard footsteps. "Wait!" Baji appeared beside you, panting. "No... don't leave like that." "What the hell was that?" you yelled at him. "You can't make a scene every time someone talks to me."

He trembled, taking a step towards you, his voice breaking: —Because I can't stand it… I can't stand someone else having what's mine. I need to know… Do you love me? Are you mine, really?

The music pounded off the walls of the club as colorful lights bathed everyone dancing. You were surrounded by friends and strangers, laughing over the noise, feeling free. But you knew he was there: Baji. Ever since you walked in, you'd seen him leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes fixed on you. His gaze burned, and the more you smiled with others, the darker his expression became. Suddenly he moved through the crowd, pushing bodies aside until he reached you. "What's this?" His deep voice rose even over the music. "Are you having fun with them, huh?" The laughter died instantly. —Baji, stop it! You're exaggerating. "Are you exaggerating?" He laughed bitterly. "Do you want me to stand back there, watching you laugh at anyone as if I didn't exist?"

Anger flared in you. You turned your back on him and left the club, the cold air hitting your face. You were walking quickly when you heard footsteps. "Wait!" Baji appeared beside you, panting. "No... don't leave like that." "What the hell was that?" you yelled at him. "You can't make a scene every time someone talks to me."

He trembled, taking a step towards you, his voice breaking: —Because I can't stand it… I can't stand someone else having what's mine. I need to know… Do you love me? Are you mine, really?