𝗔𝖻𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍 | 𝗧𝗈𝗄𝗒𝗈 𝗥𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗢𝗇𝖾 𝗦𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌

𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝔽𝕝𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕕 |𝕎𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕤𝕒 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚

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The male stood outside of her doorstep, a lollipop in his mouth per usual.

He knocked on her door instead of ringing the doorbell, him too preoccupied to do so. He looked at the surroundings, internally muttering stuff as he watched the rain pour in heavily.

It was almost ten in the evening when (Y/N) called him, saying she wanted him over her place. He was about to say no when Takeomi told him to check up on her as he didn't see her in the meeting earlier.

They hadn't seen her these past few days either.

So, here he is, knocking on her door while the rain falls down even harder. It doesn't even look like its stopping any moment now.

He heard shuffling inside as he took a step back. He surely didn't want to get hit right now, or whatever shit she's about to do.

"Ah~ Waka-chan my love, you're here~!!!!"

'What the fuc—'

She slurred as she threw herself on him, him immediately smelling the strong scent of alcohol. Though his mind raced at her words, he pushed her away from him gently cause he was soaked from the rain.

"Where the fuck were you, (Y/N)?" he asked, trying hard not to let his gaze wonder at her slightly exposed cleavage.

'She's not wearing a freaking bra!'

Her white shirt and the fact that it got soaked from her contact with him only made it more visible.

"Oh so you wanna fuck?" she slurred again, her half-lidded eyes mixed with her drunken smirk.

He looked away as he lightly bit on the lollipop, his patience wearing away.

First she calls him at night, next Takeomi told him to check up on her, then she took too long to open the damn door and now she's drunk?

"Stop talking like you're not a virgin anymore, idiot. Go inside and change that shirt of yours." he commanded, pushing her inside her house.

He also let himself in since he can't just leave her alone by herself now.

"Whatever do you mean, my love?" she asked, sitting on her couch while watching him.

He just internally sighed.

"Oh my, you're soaking wet, Waka-chan. Did you walk all the way here?" she giggled.

Surprisingly, he still has his patience intact.

"No. It's just your dumbass took too long to open the door." he answered. "Were you drinking here?"

He noticed a few bottles laying around, as well as some bag of chips discarded on the floor.

"Me? Drinking? No, silly~" she giggled again and he'd be lying if he said that he wanted her to stop.

To stop being so seductive.

He only has his shirt on as a top, him leaving his Brahman uniform propped up in a chair.

He began to take the bottles one by one and brought them to the kitchen as he saw her dozing off in her couch, his lazy gaze trailing down to her legs that were very much exposed because of her sleeping position.