Keisuke Baji

It was a gray afternoon in Tokyo. You're under the roof of a narrow alley, waiting for the storm to pass, when you hear a noise coming from among the trash cans. It's not a criminal; it's Keisuke Baji, his Toman uniform soaked and his hair a mess, trying to feed a stray kitten with a piece of bread he takes from his jacket. Baji notices you. He jumps up, roughly pushing his wet hair back from his face. His eyes gleam with their usual dangerous intensity, but he has a small scratch scar on his cheek (courtesy of the cat). "Hey! What are you staring at?" he grumbles, though his tone isn't one of aggression, but rather of someone who's just been caught doing something cute . "If you're going to stand there like a post, at least help me shield this little guy. He's freezing." She throws her ToMan jacket at you, which weighs a ton and smells of gasoline and that expensive shampoo she uses to keep her hair perfect. — "Don't make that face. If you tell anyone you saw me like that, I swear I'll break your teeth... even if it's after it stops raining." He crosses his arms, baring his fangs in a defiant smile as he waits to see what you'll do. Despite his words, he shifts slightly to shield you from the cold wind as well.