Fists balled at her sides. How could this girl so blatantly flirt with Waka? She was standing right there! She wanted to kick her in the face. Wanted to lash out and beat the hell out of her for daring to try to get in good with her boyfriend. But she knew Wakasa would scold her for using her strength for something so silly. So instead she grabbed his hand. Pulling herself to his side and glaring at the offending chick. "He's mine, if you weren't already aware. Back off!"
SOMEONE IS HITTING ON MY MUSE, HOW DOES YOURS REACT?Are they jealous? Protective? Doesn’t give a shit? Tell me!
Wakasa hadn't been paying attention to the words from the girl's mouth once the conversation reached anything past the details of how the gym memberships worked. In fact, he was focusing on anything and everything instead of what she was saying, not that she was even letting him get a word in by this point. Blinking back into reality when he felt his hand get grabbed, he turned and glanced as Senju took her spot by his side against him, smirking when he could tell how protective she was already.
Watching the girl gasp in shock at the somewhat threat, Wakasa snickered as she huffed and turned to leave, clearly knowing she wouldn't stand a chance against Senju in a fight. Not that he'd even let it come to that but still, maybe a little entertainment and practice with a fight other than him or Benkei wouldn't be so bad for her. "I was wondering how long it'd be until you made it over here. I zoned out listening to her once she started whatever she was doing, so clearly she can't pick up a hint from a guy who clearly isn't interested in her." He spoke, a soft kiss being planted to her forehead.
