♱ 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄 Keisuke Baji x Reader: 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊
SYNOPSIS: Your first full day at your grandmother's house couldn't have been any more chaotic, but among the chaos, you uncover long forgotten memories. However, with the decline of your grandmither's help, can you afford to ponder over them for too long? And most importantly, can you learn to trust Keisuke?
C/W: gn/afab reader, mentions of an unnamed sickness/symptoms, mentions of death, grief and mourning, food mentions/cooking, werewolf! Baji, mention of memory loss (?), idc how tall you are Keisuke is taller than you, subtle manipulation, barely proofread, dark content and smut in the other parts so mdni
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Keisuke was right about you two receiving a lecture from your grandmother. As soon as you stepped down the stairs, you were sat down at the table along with the raven haired man, though two chairs away from him upon your grandmother's order. The elderly woman wasn't even looking at either of you, preferring to stir the bubbling stew while she preached the importance of modesty and averting one's gaze. “I expect you to dress modestly from now on” demanded the elderly woman “And I expect you to drop your tough guy attitude, Keisuke. This isn't how your mother raised you” You watched the ravenette nod from the corner of your eye. Satisfied with the lack of talk back, your grandmother turned around, a cherry smile playing on her lips as she placed two bowls of hot, steaming stew in front of you and the quiet man.
The remainder of the day remained relatively uneventful: your mother drove home, officially handing over the caregiver position to you. “Remember, if it gets too much for you, you can always call me” she offered, her hands firmly holding your shoulders as she looked at you ”I know your grandmother can be a lot to handle. If you ever feel overwhelmed, call me, and we'll find a substitute " "No” you vehemently shook your head, unwilling to back down anytime soon “I promised you to take care of her for as long as I could, and I am going to keep that promise. You didn't raise a quitter” A small smile played on her lips, satisfied with your determination “You're right, I didn't raise a quitter” were her last words before she took her leave.
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