When the remote working first started, roommate wakasa was home a lot due to the government restrictions on gym closures. Your old schedules hardly overlap with you working in the office and him running a gym, so with this work from home situation, you got to spend more time with your roommate wakasa.
You no longer have to worry about lunch, as roommate wakasa would always offer to pick up something for lunch for you, either on the way back from his jog or from the convenience store downstairs if he woke up late. Wakasa never explicitly mentions it, but he’d always wait till it’s your lunch break so he could eat lunch with you. Even when you gestured to him that your meeting is going to run late and told him to eat first without you, he’d wave it off with a “not hungry”.
roommate wakasa would notice your tendency to lose track of time when you work, and would leave a drink or a snack on your desk every time he walks past. He would often have to physically wheel you and your chair away from the desk in order to stop you from overworking.
Working from home has been great, but it does mean you are also stuck in the same house with a very bored wakasa.
roommate wakasa would pop himself onto the sofa next to you, completely relaxed and taking a sip from the bottle of oolong tea in his hand while watching you as you furiously typing to finish the report that is due soon. Occasionally he’d point at a section on your screen and said “typo” with a very serious voice. And you’d lean in closer to the screen, eyes furrowed slightly trying to see where the mistake was. Seeing your focused face, he’d then let out a chuckle and a “just kidding” as he runs away, dodging the cushion you sent flying towards him.
roommate wakasa would also occasionally forget that you have meetings. The first time it happened, it was during a department wide meeting. The meeting was boring as usual, so you were confused when some of your colleagues’ faces lid up and some with their hands covering their mouths. It definitely wasn’t the presentation, so you switched to the gallery view to see all the participants on the call, thinking something interesting must have been caught on someone’s camera.
That’s when you saw your roommate wakasa walking past in your own video background - straight out of shower with nothing but a towel, with water still dripping from his hair. His head tilted to the side, his hand at the back of his neck as he tries to crack his neck - completely unaware of the fact that he’s completely stolen everyone’s attention from whomever was presenting.
By the time you realized that everyone’s focus was on the man in your background, it was too late. It doesn’t matter how far your chair was knocked back by the speed you stood up or how fast your hands went flying to cover the webcam at the speed of light, people already saw it. A stream of notification sound came nonstop from your laptop as your work chat got bombarded with direct messages from your coworkers.
“WAIT WHAT?! WHO WAS THAT”
“NOOOO KEEP YOUR CAMERA ON”
“IS HE SINGLE”
“ASHGKFGSAFJK Y/N?! WHY HAVEN’T YOU TOLD US YOU HAVE A HOT GUY IN YOUR HOUSE”
“BRING HIM TO THE NEXT OFFICE GATHERING”
Let’s just say, the productivity that day was pretty low.
From then on, you’ve learnt to always have your virtual background on, but even that doesn’t stop roommate wakasa from popping into the camera’s view and waving occasionally when he’s bored.
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The latest chapter got me sad…. so I decided to counter it with some wakasa brainrot 🤣
Not proofread/pure brain dump to get this out of my system!
This hc definitely fueled by ara-mitsue’s wakasa fic - ‘by Christmas’! 🥺
— in which kodou rengou!wakasa is enthralled by a certain badass.
genre. fluff, i guess?
contains. fem!reader, manga spoilers, vague fighting scenes, definitely ooc, and not proofread.
word count. 1.6k.
note. finally had time to write for wakasa again. i know i've become so rusty. just look at me titles. some scenes may also be out of the loop since i wrote this for idk how many hours. feedbacks are much appreciated!
requested.
It was a rare occurrence for the Kodou Rengou members to get beaten up. Let alone lose to a single person who didn’t even break a sweat.
You stood there, amidst the pile of groaning bodies, clicking your tongue as you wiped the dirt off your cheek. You saw a man slowly rouse up, as carefully as he could with what could only be a broken shoulder and rib on his left side.
“Oh, there’s a tough one,” you remarked, getting back into your fighting stance. It earned another round of disapproval from the crowd that had somehow gathered around you, though you completely ignored them.
You stared long and hard at your opponent. Your cold gaze measured his hunched posture, finding an opening on his weak body to deal the final blow.
You were about to sprint. Your balled fist raised about your shoulder’s height and ready to land a bruising punch. Not until two strong arms emerged from behind you and roughly held you back — your body slamming hard against their chest.
“A bit feisty today, aren’t we?”
Your cold expression crumbled into one hot instant fury upon recognizing the voice, “Let go!”
You desperately wriggle your way out his grip, not caring if you suddenly looked childish and moronic to everyone present, “Let. Me. Go!”
Only this time, he did. So abruptly that you fell forward and hard to your knees.
You gritted your teeth in annoyance. Today, of all people to cross paths with, it just had to be him.
The leader of the men you triumphed over.
Of Kodou Rengou.
Imaushi Wakasa.
“What the hell are you doing here?” You lashed out. If you could just punch his slightly smirking face as he glowered above you without bearing the consequences, you already would have.
He didn’t answer, only putting back his hands in his pants’ pockets. He walked over to the grunting casualties you made, silently counting the heads of every man of his that you knocked down.
His carefree action grated your already electrified nerves.
“I said—“
“Can’t I do patrolling in my own territory?” He cut you off, observing a man clutching his torso in pain as he did.
Yes, this was his territory. This whole Eastern Kanto was his territory. And you’re just a measly kitten scratching their claws in the White Leopard’s territory.
“Sōchō,“ the man lifted his head to offer him a polite bow, “she—“
“Shut up.”
The command was glacial cold. You swallowed your uneasiness with his gang ordeal and stood up. Defiant until the end.
“If you’re looking for a fight, I’m—“
“I’m not,” he cut you off once again. He turned to look at you, his mess of bed hair following the relaxed tilt of his head. His left earrings softly followed through. “Actually, I’m glad you’re here. This saves me so much time.”
Your brows furrowed, becoming wary of his intentions. You never knew what goes on in that pretty head of his, but one thing was for sure: he’s always been a bit, just a tiny bit, fascinated by you.
“Not happening,” you quickly retorted. Although, you were clueless as to why you said that.
He froze, then the corner of his lips tilted up ever so slightly. “I didn’t say anything?”
Your cheeks flared up. Embarrassment dousing your whole body with your readily made assumption. And for some odd reason, you felt defensive. Your body instinctively hunched back, ready to pounce if he even moved an inch.
Wakasa felt the chuckle rise above his throat. Seeing you so against him infinitely entertained him. He just happened to walk by, which was rare actually, seeing how much he adored doing road trips with his bike. But he wanted to do so today, and look where it got him.
Funny how his spur-of-the-moment life decision led him to you.
He cheekily muttered your name, lilac eyes burning with excitement. “Why don’t you join my gang?”
“You wish.”
He hummed. Of course he had seen that one coming. “Well, I got to have something since you beat the living shit out of my men. Don’t you think? You know I won’t settle with something boring.”
He heard the short protests from his underlings. He acknowledged them even. But he didn’t care. He’s going to use this incident as a bargaining chip to win you over.
A thoughtful look crossed your face, igniting Wakasa’s raging heartbeat. He felt intense, excited, and chest ready to burst simply by looking at you. He didn’t need to hold back his grin, he already knew he would win.
Moments later, you determinedly said, “A punch.”
What?
“I’d let you punch me. Once,” you even stupidly clarified the last part.
Wakasa felt utter and pure disbelief. He was expecting something more. Something different. Just… something else entirely. A punch, really? But even so, you only ever interact with him if there’s a brawl. Your imagination was definitely limited. “That’s boring,” he commented, yawning while he’s at it.
“Sōchō!”
He threw a warning look at his men. “How about this? Try to hit me. Once. With all your might. And if you can, I’ll leave you alone. That is if you can hit me.”
Now, this got his blood buzzing.
“Sōchō!” His members once again objected. He retrieved a hand from his pocket, raised it as a final command for silence.
“They won’t interfere if you’re worried about that,” he spoke loudly and with an underlying threat. “Maybe a punch from you would clear my head up too. Isn’t that right… Himeko?”
He knew that the endearment would work. You despised him for referring to you as such from the encounters you two had. And seeing how you were outraged by the sweet and dear nickname, you were easily caught into his measly trap.
You swung at his face with no hesitation, which definitely amused Wakasa. He knew you’re a fighter but he never experienced it himself. No wonder you have beaten his members until they’re limping and grunting on the ground.
“Woah!” He exclaimed, dodging your attacks with ease as he swiftly leaped above ground. “I didn’t even start listing the rules yet!”
“Shut your mouth.” You had your game face on, while he could only grin so much. “Such an annoying jerk!”
“Haaa… Never been called an 'annoying jerk' by you before,” he laughed in between escapes. He was sidestepping your lunges while also avoiding your raging fists. “Definitely another first from you, Himeko.”
You scowled, starting to recklessly throw your everything at him. A punch. A kick. A strike. A swing. Each time, he successfully fends them off. “Give. Me. Your. Face!” You frantically growled.
Wakasa paused for a moment. His gut feeling told him how absurd your battle outcry had sounded. Even for someone like him who’s known to be composed and collected, your sudden uproar was just ridiculous. Or maybe he just took your words directly to his heart — that if you two weren’t in a match, he’d gladly give his face for you to do whatever you like.
To be fair, he would give you all of him if you would just allow him.
He then shook his head and remembered why you were so eager to win: he has to stop bothering you.
With his sudden drop of guard, you got into his personal space, and was ready to hit him with all your might.
But Wakasa would never let you. He still wanted to bother you, and more than that, actually. Above all else, he wanted your undivided attention on him.
So he pulled one of his trump cards that would allow his opponent to be incapacitated without actually hurting them.
As your right knuckle was moments away from his jaw, he expertly veered off your punch by ducking down; and safe to assume that you would pull back next to give him a follow-up strike, his hands quickly wrapped around your wrists before spinning you around.
You’ve only been the one doing the offense all this time, hence why your footing and momentum got broken once he actually started defending, not evading.
“Tsk,” you unconsciously clicked your tongue.
It took you a little while to realize the position you were in: snug and somehow lovingly wrapped in the cage that was Wakasa’s arms. His solid forearms trapping your body against him. Your back to his chest.
Much similar to your earlier predicament. Only this time, his hands were on your wrists sitting above your chest.
“You’re feisty today alright,” he even repeated what he had said earlier. His voice coaxing, and breathing a bit too heavy for your liking, “Time’s up.”
“What? No!” You thrashed against his hold. “You didn’t say there’s supposed to be a time limit!”
He snickered, then regrettably let you go. However, he was smart enough to move a few feet away from you. You could still punch him in the face, knowing how frustrated you must be to have lost the chance to ultimately sock him in the face.
Again, he would never let you do that. One, to keep his ego as a gang leader intact. And two, just so he could hold something over you. Just so he could have a reason to keep seeing you, even if that meant annoying you.
“That’s what you get for not letting me finish announcing the rules,” he smirked, “Himeko.”
“You…” The smile you showed him wasn’t a smile at all. “You’re waging war.”
Wakasa chuckled. How many times had he laughed already? “Me? Aren’t you the one who beat up my men?”
“Aren’t you the one who sent them? Giving me weak ‘bodyguards’ and such?”
The men you had fought with whimpered, “Hime-sama…”
A vein popped in your forehead, and you glared vehemently at Wakasa.
“Well,” he smirked as he cautiously took a step back, giving his underlings a ‘Sorry’ look while he’s at it, “Himeko has to have bodyguards.”
taglist. @mochi-coffee, @baji-san and @gwynsapphire.
In my head, wakasa is the the type that looks bored and seems like he wasn't paying attention but actually always listens.
Like that one time the two of you went grocery shopping and walked passed the dairy section. You were only mentioning it as a fun fact - how that particular brand of yogurt was your childhood favorite, but it's too expensive so you'd always wait for it to go on sale (but it rarely does). Strangely enough, soon after that, that particular yogurt seem to goes on sale a lot more frequently than it used to, but always happens when wakasa visits the shops.
A few weeks ago on the way home, as part of your evil plan to get wakasa to give you a piggy back, you started muttering on how uncomfortable your shoes, putting on your best puppy eyes to see if he'd carry you home.
But nope. It didn't work.
Instead, this year for Christmas, Wakasa got you a pair of shoes. More specifically, sandals. The exact same pair as his (and Benkei), just with a different colour.
Wakasa might be the type that is always listening, but fashion isn't his strong suit.
10. Hanging out with little Inui, this is just so cute! Love that he was a role model for him.
9. Telling Mikey about Shinichiro's time leaps, pretty sure he had good intentions with this. Also him taking the time leaps seriously and believing Shin shows what a good friend he is.
8. Getting Koko and Inui back together, ok he definitely didn't do this on purpose but him fighting Inui is what caused Koko to finally pick Inui over Akane. So a win????
7. Trying to cheer Shinichiro up after Mikey's death, this may not have been the best way but at least he tried.
6. Saving Takeomi from South and fighting South, he was impressive here, love his fighting style.
5. Trying to protect Senju during the three deities fight, he was so sweet here. He just wanted her to keep calm and not rush in, he didn't want her to be at risk.
4. His cool entrance, just appearing out of nowhere like that and even scaring Kakucho! (Also yk him not killing Kakucho, cheers for that)
3. His constant stick in his mouth, he even fights with this thing sometimes, what an icon.
2. Training Senju, along with Benkei Wakasa was the one helping her in their gym. She definitely seems to fight like Wakasa so seemingly took some inspiration from him. Along with Benkei he also seemed to be there for her and was one of the first members in her gang.
1. Being one of the first gen black dragons, he was in the gang that reached the top. Not only that but a gang with great reputation. We really don't know a lot about the first gen but it's obvious they did great things.
