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goddessofwaifus · 10 months ago

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Honestly, how shinichiro managed to worm his way into my heart still surprises me...

He deserves love too! Nobody is "normal" by any standard so how does such a cute weirdo like him get rejected 20 times?! Whatever if none of the girls who rejected him want him, I guess that means no competition for being his one and only 😏 This one is for my shinichiro lovers!!! He may be a loser but he can get a w while being a lovable dork. If takemichi can get bitches, then it shouldn't be out of the question that the same can apply for Shin!

Premise- You're walking in the usual crowded halls and there you bump into the boy who every girl gossips about at school. He's weird, he doesn't know how to talk to women, he's been rejected 20 times... Wait what? How does that happen?!

The only real thing I should note for this little fic is that you and Wakasa are familiar with one another. The relationship can be familial or platonic. Might give some background in a follow up part if anyone is interested in exploring that aspect in detail. Reader,as usual,is gender neutral for inclusion of all who read.

Lose to win

Shinichiro Sano x Reader

How many dates would you go on with this guy? Honest answer for the shinichiro simps out there, I know you're out there!

Personally, I'd go on however many dates he wants. If none of those girls want him, I'll take him myself 🙄 their loss

Honestly school is shit. Especially when you're the subject of gossip and your friends have better luck with pulling than you. That was the case for Shinichiro Sano. Poor guy had been rejected 20 times, he was about ready to give up and just fully dedicate himself to the gang life with his love for bikes. Walking down the hall with him were his friends Wakasa Imaushi, Takeomi Akashi, and Keizo Arashi (Benkei).

"Honestly Shin, I'm starting to worry about ya bud. You are just woman repellant, I feel so sorry for you."

"Maybe his charisma just doesn't work on girls? You really need to stop letting your intrusive thoughts win, man... Girls avoid you like the plague and I don't need you scarin' off the bad bitch I snagged this week..."

"You'll find someone eventually. Girls are picky. If it doesn't work out, who knows? Maybe datin' ain't it for you. If not, you got us! We can go out and kick some ass! Cheer up man!"

Shinichiro gave a small smile to Benkei 's attempt to lighten the mood. He gave a frown to Waka and Takeomi, feeling the white-haired boy give him a light punch to his arm with a chuckle. Some friends they are, he joked until he felt an impact with his chest that prompted him to stop with his friends pausing as well. You had bumped into him on your way to class and bowed your head, embarrassed for getting in his way.

"Sorry... I wasn't watching where I was going. I didn't mean to bump into you! I'll get out of your way... Sorry for the inconvenience. I'll-"

"No no you're fine! This hallway is pretty crowded so it was inevitable for this to happen."

Shinichiro laughed, rubbing the back of his neck while his friends looked down at you. You were going to move aside and continue your trip to your classroom when Wakasa spoke to you.

"Yo y/n, before we let you go off to class, I got a question for ya. You got a type?"

The question was completely out of left field so it flustered you a bit. What kind of question was that? Wakasa is prone to asking odd questions, sometimes to perform his own personal social experiments among other students or simply for his own personal reasons. Maybe to try and see what kind of person they are? You'll never know, Waka has always been aloof and a bit mysterious in your time of knowing him. You shrug and figure maybe this was a test of his, so you'll bite.

"In partners? I guess it doesn't really matter as long as they're not an absolute dickhead or douchebag just looking for some ass. I can't stand people like that..."

You trailed off as you had glanced up at Shinichiro who looked like he wanted to be swallowed up by the floor beneath him. You slowly put the pieces together as you remembered overhearing girls giggling and laughing or gagging in over exaggerated disgust about some boy named Shinichiro who had supposedly asked them out, but they either blew him off or he somehow screwed up his chance by saying something weird that creeped them out/ turned them off from pursuing anything with semblance to a date. You then glanced over to Wakasa as you were now curious to see where he was going with the question now answered.

"You've probably heard around the hallways, but this guy has had an unlucky streak with the ladies. Unlike everyone else, you're one of the nice ones here on campus. You can probably see where I'm going with this."

You nodded, looking back at the embarrassed delinquent busying his gaze with the floor to avoid looking at his friend who was smirking slightly at the response. A gentle tilt of the chin upwards was almost enough to put the boy into cardiac arrest as he instinctively swallowed against your hold. His charcoal eyes meet your (e/c) ones in hesitation,you can see the anxiety building behind them. He watched your lips as you spoke your next words, his ears at attention.

"Shinichiro Sano. 20 rejections? What did you do to scare them off?"

"Too honest and open."

"Speaks before he thinks."

"Being himself is apparently the worst advice to give him..."

You weren't expecting the three boys to list every fuck up the guy made for every girl he potentially had interest in. You almost felt bad for his string of bad luck, but you figured Waka chose you for the most obvious reason.

You didn't have the best track record with dating either. Although you don't like to admit it, you can sympathize with the guy. Girls, as a joke or genuinely, have warned/told you not to get involved with Shinichiro. Social suicide they said, you'll never be able to eat with the little friends or acquaintances you have due to associating with the weirdo, he's not worth it, and so many other disheartening things they spewed from their mouths.

Who were they to tell you not to give the guy a chance? Half of the girls spouting that crap are either dating his friends, fucking with them, or haven't gone out with the guy and are simply regurgitating what everyone else is saying so they don't get the side-eyed by the ones who started spreading the information around. Some say he's bad in bed, others say he's not loyal, one girl said she couldn't stand the smell of smoke from his cigarettes, another said he's impulsive, and so on. They all had something to say about him, never positive things. You would decide, not them. You had a mind of your own and you could tell a person's intentions based on their behavior.

So what if he's bad in bed? Sex ain't everything in a relationship after all.

Most of the girls couldn't say anything about being unfaithful to their lovers when the hypocrisy in their words couldn't have been any louder.

You honestly couldn't say anything about the cigarette smell, but he should quit while his lungs are still healthy and taking in oxygen as they should. The smell is an easy fix, just spritz cologne lightly and it should overpower the nicotine. Some girls don't mind the smell or taste.

As for the impulsive part, that comes with being a teenager. Hormones play a part as well as other factors. You were a bit impulsive yourself so maybe every now and then you say something wild or out of turn that would have the class eyeing you like hawks and wishing you could vanish right then and there in the moment. Perfectly natural for both men, women, and those in between. Nothing new, nothing bad.

Half of the things they listed weren't heinous or anything worth slandering his name for. If not to put these stupid rumors to rest, then just to satisfy your buzzing questions and learn more about the boy who supposedly repels girls away instead of attracting. You don't know what the fuss is about, he's a good looking guy and from the times you've passed by him and his friends, he's a pretty chill and easygoing person. He's never caused trouble, his grades are decent, has no problem with making friends, and you wouldn't assume he's the type of guy who goes around beating up other students to assert his dominance and show off his strength. Shinichiro Sano seems like your average guy who might,one day, work as a mechanic.

"You're L/n-san, right? Y/N? Y-you don't have to if you don't want to... I wouldn't want to waste your time or bring down your reputation by asking you out. I'd only cause problems for you and the guilt would eat at me..."

"What are you talking about? What reputation? I'm not losing anything from going out with you. If anything, I think I wanna be the first girl to ask you out for a date~ If that's alright with you."

You stopped his train of thought right then and there, a smile he swore took the breath from his lungs and made his heart thump hard enough to nearly trigger a panic in him. You asking him ,out of all the guys at school, on a date? He swears up and down his face has never been so hot and red like a cherry tomato before. The smugness of his best friends couldn't have been so loud and visible to the raven-haired delinquent.

It's a big deal because, while you aren't picky about who you date and go out with, you still have standards and on top of that, major trust issues as a result of relationships that have crashed and burned for many reasons you don't want to think about or remember right now.

"Is it cool if I join you guys for lunch period? For once, I don't wanna eat by myself like I usually do. Maybe I can also get to know the gossip topic himself better so I have a better read of him. I have a fairly good idea of who he is,but I wanna hear it from his mouth for myself."

"Y-yeah! It's perfectly fine for you to hang with us! T-the more the merrier right?"

He can't get any cuter or be more of a dork, you thought to yourself with a soft smile. The boys walked you to class and you breezed through most of the lectures with ease. Before you can even squeeze in a little nap, it's lunchtime and unlucky for you, you completely forgot to make yourself lunch this morning before you took off towards the school grounds. You sighed in disappointment,trudging to the roof as you also didn't have enough money for even a little snack to suffice. All you brought with you on the way up was your sketchbook for doodling while you ate, but maybe today was looking up for you.

"Hey. You made it...Did you forget to make yourself lunch before you went to bed again last night?"

The look on your face gave Wakasa his answer, he chuckled as Shinichiro had been telling Benkei that he was saving the extra bento he made to hopefully give to someone (preferably someone who was a good cook) as a taste tester for his cooking. Ever since his little brother and sister started teasing him about being a bad cook, he had become determined to improve his culinary skills in the kitchen to get his rotten little siblings off his back and prove he was a good cook. The lunch he made tasted fine to him, however a second opinion was needed due to his taste being an "unreliable source" to his siblings and grandfather. No more takeout, he would learn to cook for them. Plus, it makes good practice.

"Alright, what idea kept you up this time? I'm assumin' ya jotted it down in your handy sketchbook so let me have a look and see."

While Benkei was distracted by whatever you had stayed up late to work on instead of getting your precious sleep, Takeomi saw the extra lunch Shinichiro made as a perfect opening for the two of you. He nudged their leader and nodded his head over to you to signal him into seizing the golden opportunity to learn more about you. The messy haired bundle of nerves that was Shinichiro gave a subtle nod to his friend's encouragement, sighing deeply as Wakasa sat on one side of you and Benkei sat by Takeomi. You and Shinichiro were sat in the middle as the five of you sat against the fence walls along the school rooftop, Waka seeming to get the same idea that Takeomi had when he remembered the extra bento his friend was holding onto.

"Uh hey Y/n? So I've gotten into cooking recently on account of wanting to get better at it for my lil siblings and grandpa. S-since you forgot to make lunch for today, I figured maybe you could try the extra one I made and have that if you like it. If it's cool with you, I wanna see what you were working on last night too in exchange. If you're not cool with that, I'll still give you the lunch either way!"

You nodded, a bit nervous about showing him the doodles and pieces you scribbled away in the confines of your sketchbook, but you figured it wouldn't hurt for him to see. You didn't think you were the best artist and admittedly didn't think you were good at cooking to really be a good judge of taste testing. Wakasa would shut down any and all belittling of your skills, be your number one cheerleader, and encourage you to pursue your hobby. If you didn't think you were the best cook, shut up. How dare you call his friend a bad cook? He should have you cook something for him and he'll judge it for himself.

Shinichiro traded you the lunch for your sketchbook under the single condition that he didn't laugh and make fun of what you worked on until 2 in the morning before finally falling asleep upon satisfaction of your finished product. Let it be known that you rarely show anyone your work on account of being laughed at and/or bullied for the subject matter of your pieces. You were an anime fan, you liked to watch anime at night and often imagined scenarios between you and your favorite characters from the media, if inspiration struck (more often than not as you're getting ready to go to bed) you would draw said idea in your sketchbook, erasing and redrawing line after line until it looked exactly like your daydream or was close enough to it.

Watching with held breath as the charcoal eyes of Shin glided across the page where your latest piece from the night before sat. He admired each line you drew, the expressions, poses, no space on the filled canvas was left untouched by the observant eyesight of the gang leader. You were so worried about what he thought about your artwork that you hadn't touched the lunch he gave to you. What did he think of the doodles you made? Was he gonna laugh at you too? So many questions flow into your mind, filling your stomach with dread and slowly regretting handing over your sketches.

"I recognize this character! I've seen the anime before, but I can't remember the name. God... What's it called? Oh! A/n (Anime/name)! It was really good!"

"You've seen that anime? Y-you watch anime? I didn't think you were the type to be into that."

"Well, I remember reading the manga for it and thinking 'what's the anime like?' so I watched it and I got invested! This art is really cool! I like the way you drew them, is this your character in the anime? They look really nice."

You smiled, nodding as Shinichiro didn't need you to tell him what was what. He did notice you hadn't touched the lunch he made yet, he looked through the other pages before he was satisfied with taking in your work and committing it to his memory.

Eventually, you opened the bento and found delicious food inside,wafting to your nostrils and making you salivate from the aroma. Shinichiro watched you drool over what he cooked this morning,pride blooming in his chest at the sense of accomplishment but he needed to know if you would eat it. He needed you to take a bite and give him your thoughts on how it came out. Now you were the one being observed closely with bated breath by Shinichiro as you thanked him for the food, bringing a portion up to your lips taking a bite of what you grabbed. The flavor made you tear up with a smile, chewing thoughtfully to savor the taste in your mouth.

You won't forget the looks on their faces as Wakasa cackled from the range of emotion in his friends in response to what you said about Shinichiro and his food. Shinichiro was redder than a strawberry and trying to cover his face, Benkei nearly spit out his food from how wild your response to the food was, and Takeomi was just as flabbergasted if not in utter disbelief at what came out of your mouth. Once Wakasa could breathe somewhat and finally wipe the laugh tears from his lavender eyes, all the snow haired boy had to say was:

"I told you you weren't the only one who blurts out weird shit on impulse! I tooold you!!!"

You hadn't even realized what you said until you saw Shin turn into a tomato with his coal eyes wide open in shock and other things in the mix. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't flattered by the comment on his cooking. It meant he was improving and his practice was starting to pay off. Did you really love what he cooked that much? If so, he'd make a personal note to try and cook more for you in the future. Maybe he could even taste your cooking one day if the date was still gonna happen and it went well. The date was still on and you'd make sure it was fun for the both of you. This date would be the best one that you and Shinichiro had ever been on.

"Ready to go?"

You gave Shinichiro a nod, looking forward to how this date would pan out. Even if the date didn't go well, you would give him the opportunity to take you on another one to make up for it. The two of you had fun riding around together, watching the world pass by as you were behind him on the bike. He'd check on you every few minutes to make sure you were okay, slow down if he felt you were nervous about the speed he was going, he was very accommodating and that alone made the afternoon all the more enjoyable for you.

Shinichiro took you to the movie theater, you had tickets but wouldn't tell him what movie you were seeing. You wanted it to be a surprise,and you had good seats in the back with a perfect view of the screen as long as no one blocked it in the middle row. You two had all kinds of snacks and the best part about this theater was the security doing their job to ensure the watchers had a good time which meant they made sure everyone turned off their phones or put them on silent. If they didn't, well they would "mysteriously lose signal" on their phones and would be forced to go outside to get better reception. If they brought noisy kids, quiet them down or leave. If you stepped out of the viewing room for any other reason besides going to the bathroom or getting more snacks for the movie, you weren't allowed back inside to avoid disrupting the movie for everyone else.

If the adults who were disregarding the viewing room rules of turning off their phones brought kids, the children would have to leave with the parents or whomever the adult in attendance was. They were serious about their jobs and they too respect the rules of the viewing rooms. You had gotten mildly annoyed because as the movie was getting good, that's when the wailing of upset babies, ringing phones, and loud talking began.

Unbeknownst to either of you, Wakasa happened to be in the watch room with the two of you, acting as the discreet wing man once he spotted you both on the way in. Waka did his part and helped jam the signals of any moviegoers who were on the phone when they shouldn't have been. Many complaints followed by irritated teens and adults alike exited the theater to get better reception to their dropped calls or messages they couldn't send, falling into the trap of being kicked out via signal jammers. If they came with kids, the kids would be escorted to their families to avoid the risk of leaving them unsupervised. It's not like they would be allowed to come back inside once they were out anyway.

With the amount of noise now back at acceptable levels, you could hear the movie and enjoy your large shared bucket of popcorn that you got for the two of you to share. Although you both weren't focused on the movie, moreso on one another as you both softly conversed in the back row while munching on your snacks and sipping your respective drinks. Really, you two were using the time to get better acquainted with one another by learning about your common interests and what lives you two lived. By the time you two noticed the movie was nearly over, you felt kinda bad for not watching it because you didn't know what the movie was about.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when Shinichiro admitted he wasn't really focused either. He'd already seen the movie several times so it didn't really matter, but he still had a great time with you and that's all that really mattered at the end of the day. The movie could have been absolute garbage and he'd much rather talk with you than watch it because he really liked you. You'll admit that,on some level, part of you is happy that other girls aren't attracted to Shinichiro and think they're out of his league. Because you aren't too sure you'd have been able to compete otherwise if there had been anyone else that was interested. If it were up to you, you'd keep this handsome,dorky sweetheart of a boy all to yourself and Shinichiro wouldn't mind it. If this is what being loved feels like, then he's all yours and how can he refuse someone as sweet as you if you ever suggested being his one and only lover? He can't and he won't.

I hope I did Shinichiro justice 👉👈 Same with Wakasa and the other boys too, they haven't been animated yet but with how they act in the manga, I assume they're a couple of bros that fuck around and tease their leader about his failing love life. They might shit on him for it but hey, they aren't your friends if they don't at least try to help set you up with someone they think you have a shot with or try to cheer you up if you've been rejected back to back. Bros roast each other but they've got each other's backs when they need it.

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kazububs-archived · 2 years ago

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ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜɪᴅᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ

includes: Wakasa Imaushi

cw: hurt/comfort, swearing, bullying (not main characters), friends to lovers, music inspired fic, fem!reader (reader uses she/they pronouns)

wc: 2.4k / fandom: Tokyo Revengers

a/n: this is for my collab in @kasumiwrites lyrical collab. Thank you for letting me join, it was lots of fun to write! Bolded is lyrics!!

Wakasa Imaushi smirks at his friend's antics; a lollipop stick rolls around in his mouth, dancing with his tongue. ‌ Laughing as you hear Waka and Shin argue across the store about his nonexistent love life. "Shin, I'll just start dating you if it gets that bad!" With a plastic bag in hand, you cross back over while shouting.

Shin dips his head ‌in‌ ‌disappointment. “Thanks, Y/n, but I don’t need your pity dates. I ain’t that pathetic.” As Waka arches his eyebrows, he murmurs, “You sure?” “Waka you asshole! Yes, I’m sure.” He continues to smirk as he reaches for the small bag, only to have his hand swatted away.

“No! None for you, since you’re being mean to Shin.” As you give Shin a black coffee, Waka's voice is laced with mock hurt. “I can not believe what I am hearing. My girl, turning against me?”

You'll just have to try harder than that, my dear, I'm not 'your girl' Waka, she mockingly glared back at him while pressing the cold carton of blueberry yogurt drink to his forehead, causing him to flinch slightly from the cold.

Shin stands between you two wondering, "Why aren't they already together," and you send him a playful wink that is met with a blank stare.

Drip drop, gimme what you got, your talk is incredible

“Ouch, right in the heart, Y/n.” Waka calls out monotonously as he sits down on the beat-up couch in the back of the shop. Looking at Shinichiro through his pale lashes, “Yeah yeah, make yourself comfortable. I gotta finish up with a customer, then I’ll be back.” Shinichiro says, rolling his eyes, leaving to go back to the front shop.

“So little Miss Y/n, it’s been a while since it’s just been us two together. You usually have someone to hide behind.” You stop sipping your pop to turn and fully turn to look at Wakasa. “And what’s that supposed to mean, Waka?” He can feel the hostility dripping from your voice and seething in your chest.

“Oh y'know, it's just I don’t know much about you, it feels like you just popped up one day and everyone has been hiding anything about you. I barely know a thing about you, and you’re here basically every day with the Black Dragons." He points this out sharply, making you feel like the words stab into your chest, making your heart pound.

I’m gonna read your mind, (Big dicks, and big ol’ titties on the sly)

A curt laugh escapes you, “I don’t know what you’re even hinting at, and quite frankly, I didn’t come here to be interrogated.” Huffing, you walk over to the door, sparing a single glance back at him, before slipping out of the door.

Shinichiro glances over his shoulder as the back door slams shut, effectively making him jump slightly in his spot. He bids the customer farewell, speed walking to the backroom, “What the hell was that? Was that Y/n?”

Wakasa doesn’t spare a word to Shinichiro, only shrugging his shoulders. Shin squints his eyes at the white-haired man, his mind running to try to think of what could have happened to have your storm off like that. “So you gonna tell me what you did or do I have to get Benkei to fight it out of you?” Wakasa can only scoff at the weak threat.

“Didn’t do shit, I don’t know what you’re even talking about. It's not my fault they had a fuckin’ fit.” He rolls his eyes, sucking the air out of the small carton, and chewing on the straw.

What are you hiding? White Russians and dirty diamonds

Days pass before you’re able to return to Shinichiro’s bike shop after the scene you made last time. A small sigh escapes as you push open the heavy door of Shinichrio’s shop.

“Shin?” calls out as you walk through the eerily quiet shop. “I know you aren’t with a girl, Shin!” Again, nothing. Scrunching up your eyebrows as you come face to face with the backroom door.

Creaking the door open, you peek in, only to see Wakasa and Shinichiro talking, almost whispering to each other. “I know something is up with her.” Wakasa says almost non-chantedly. He slightly scowls at his accusations, “What could they possibly be hiding. Honestly Waka, you’re too paranoid. Ain’t nothing happening with Y/n.” He says sternly. Closing his eyes, Shinichiro turns his back to Waka to head back into the front shop, only to be met with a pair of eyes staring back at him.

He seems frozen in place until Wakasa comes up behind him, slapping Shin on the back. “You good?” But Wakasa followed suit once he saw you. A black eye is adorned with cuts and a bruised cheek had both men in utter shock. “What..the fuck” Wakasa whispered out as you cringed under their stares. The blue and black bruises decorated your body, but it had become such a common occurrence that you were used to the pain. But you weren’t used to hiding it.

You fake your shyness, i just wish that I could see through you

Fights usually aren’t this brutal, but of course, your members had to go piss off some Kenryu members. Not wanting your gang to seem weak or in lower ranks, you stood up for your members. But when a weapon comes out, the fight is never fair.

You can still remember the jaw-breaking pain when the crowbar connected with your face. A metallic taste sits in the back of your throat after the fight. Never having someone to come home to was never a problem, you knew how to care for yourself.

But new friends? A stoic gym owner, a hopeless romantic mechanic, a gang leader with a cigarette influence, and a teddy bear of a personal trainer-previous gang leader. People who make you feel at home, could exist. That warmth and being cared for are human needs. People that would care for you if you came home beaten to a pulp.

“Hey hey, fuck, what happened Y/n?” Shinichiro, seemingly the first to snap out of his daze, steps forward with his arms out towards you. He pushes the door all the way open, to reveal you cradling your arms, one seems to be more bruised than the other.

Mumbling out a small “Don’t wanna talk ‘bout it.” Wakasa gulps down some air as he comes back to reality, his eyes widening at the sight.

His chest feels tight, his mouth dry as his hands clench at his side. Why was this affecting him so much? It’s just you.

Chat shit, but where’s the real you.

“What the hell are you thinking?!” Wakasa yells out, heart pounding against his ribcage, he feels like it's going to burst out if he’s not careful. You flinch at his voice that seems to resonate within your body, “Why would you hide this from us!” He clenches his jaw as you and Shin just stare at him, shocked by the outburst. “What else are you hiding from us?!” He screams out, voice already becoming hoarse from the shouting.

Waterfalls coming out your mouth

A dry laugh escapes you, as tears fill your lash line. He really has the audacity to say that, “Why the fuck do you think i’d ever trust you! Hah?! You don’t know jackshit about me or my life, you don’t know what I've been through you asshole!” You scream out, tears slipping down your face, making you squeeze your eyes shut in pain of physical and emotional damage.

Shinichiro stands there confused at the outbursts, as you hiccup, gasping for air to calm down. Wakasa turns his back to the two of you, letting his head hang low. “...my sight.”

Shinichiro steps forward, hand reaching over to grab his shoulder, “Waka, what are you sayin-” “Get the hell out of my sight, bitch! Don’t ever want to see you again, got it?!” Shin steps back at the intensity of his voice, having never heard it before.

“The hell are you saying Wakasa! Don’t be so rude to Y/n, they ain’t done anything!” He shouts back, stepping in front of you, almost blocking you completely for Wakasa. Big globs of tears roll down your cheeks, silently nodding as you take his words to heart, leaving.

Days pass by before you even consider going back to Shin’s shop again. You couldn’t risk running into him again. Not after what he had said. How could you even face him? It’s just better to not go altogether. Hideout at your place until you can think of what to do for the long term.

But that plan lasted all of three days when Shinichiro, Benkei and Takeomi showed up at your door, a bag of medical supplies in tow. “Hey Y/n, how are you feeling?” Benkei asks as he grabs your hand, leading you to your living room couch.

He squatted down as you held out your leg, wrapping a tensor band around your knee. Shinichiro and Takeomi sit down on the couch, watching Benkei, their Black Dragon medic.

Shinichiro scratches his head as he huffs in frustration, “So you still want nothing to do with Waka? You won’t even talk to him?” Omi raises his eyebrows at your stubbornness. “No, I- ah fuck, I won’t talk to him” Sucking in air through clenched teeth, Benkei finishes the wrapping.

“Can you at least tell us how you got this beaten to shit?” Takeomi mumbles out as he leans back on the couch. Sighing, you recount how you started your own gang.

Waterfalls tearing your mouth apart

It was the first year of middle school, as you sat at your desk gazing out at the cloudless sky. The teacher's voice seemed muffled and distant as another pair of voices caught your attention. A girl in pigtails was dragged by her hair across the field by two older girls.

Raising your eyebrows as you ignore the protests of the teacher telling you to get back to class, you walked out down the halls. The voices echoed in your head, but shrugging your shoulders, ignoring it. ‘I ain’t no hero, she can stand up for herself.’. Stepping outside, allowing the soft breeze to brush past, you walk over to the vending machine to grab a strawberry milk drink.

Those voices resurface again, sounding a lot closer than in the classroom. It seemed to lead a perfect trail to where the pigtailed girl lay on the ground, two upperclassmen standing above her. “Dumb fucking bitch!” One yells out before landing a slap across her cheek, making the girl's face turn to the side as tears prickle her eyes.

The girl whimpers. “I h-haven’t done anything, please! I don’t d-deserve this!” She sniffles out loud, as both girls laugh at her. “You know what you did, and you do deserve this, fuckin’ slut!” The other girl lashes out, digging her heel into the underclassmen's stomach. The pigtail girl starts coughing violently, and that’s when your patience snaps.

“Oi!” You yell out, stomping over to the three girls. Rage bubbled up in your chest. Before they could shout out for you to get lost in response, a strong right hook came crashing down on one of the girls' faces. She stumbles back, falling over her feet and looking up at you, terror reflecting in her eyes, as her friend stands next to her.

Swiping down, you kick the other girls’ legs out from under her, as she fell to the ground. The two upperclassmen looked up at you, as pigtails stumbled to her feet. “Don’t wanna hear anymore shit spewing out of your mouths anymore! Ya got it?!” The two upperclassmen stared like fish out of water, mouths agape and eyes widening.

Without a word, they scramble to their feet, tripping over themselves and each other as they ran off. You glanced down at pigtails, who were a few inches shorter than you. Raising a hand, you give a soft smile, “Need a friend?”. And the rest was history, it started off with just standing up for the unfair victims and soon turned into a gang of strong females to serve and protect others on the turf of Tokyo.

Clap clap, you’re a clever, clever cookie now

Wakasa leans against the doorframe as the guys give him a look that says ‘we’ll give you some alone time with her’.

He had been listening to the whole story, only coming to try to make things up with you. Wakasa couldn’t stand being away from you for so long, it started to hurt and he couldn’t understand why.

The guys all stood up, making you glance around until your eyes landed on Wakasa; the only one left in the room. “Hey.” He mumbles out, making his way inside as you quickly jump off the couch, only to wince in pain at your leg. Trying to shift the weight off of it, you lose balance, making Wakasa lunge forward to catch you.

“Still as clumsy as ever, I see.” He chuckles, as you lean on his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist to hold you steady. You push off of his chest with a dusting of blush on your face, “Get off me, idiot.” Mumbling out as you lower back down on the couch.

“What do you want, Wakasa? Can’t you see I'm trying to avoid you?” Refusing to look him in the eyes, he sighs, grabbing your chin, making you face him as the blush becomes more prominent. “Look, can you please just give me a chance to explain myself?” Gulping, you couldn’t even respond verbally, only nodding your head.

Taking a deep breath to calm his rapidly beating heart, “Look, I was upset when I saw you in that state. I was upset with both of us. Okay? No, no don’t scowl at me, I ain’t done yet.” He chuckles, tilting your head up to hold eye contact,

“I was upset that I had let you get this beat up and I couldn’t do anything to save you. I was upset at you for not letting me in, and letting me take care of you, my darling.” The pet name rolls off his tongue almost too perfectly, in your opinion.

“Why would you be upset? I can take care of myself, y'know.” Breaking eye contact as you mumble out weak protests. Wakasa leans in closer until the space between you two is almost non-existent. You can feel his warm breath fanning over your face, and you take note of how soft his hand really is. How have you never noticed this before?

“I know that, but let me take care of my girl for once.” He mumbles against your lips, sealed with a kiss.

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