𝙆𝙀𝙔: h/c: hair color ——- 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙉𝙊𝙉: 1st generation black dragon Wakasa is a cocky, but tolerable little shit sooo we're writing him based off that ——- 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀: old writing, and 900 tyyy (3/7/22)
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𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙋𝙊𝙑:
"Fuck you, Takeomi," Wakasa muttered yanking his cart out of its previous spot. Takeomi could've gone out himself and bought the ingredients for Senju's birthday cake.
Hell, all he was doing was distracting her at the mall. That's what Wakasa thought he should be doing instead of being a grocery uber and baker. Takeomi is her older brother, not him.
Looking down at his grocery list, he saw that all he needed now were eggs. "Thank the heavens, lord, and Jesus," he muttered.
It was about time he was done shopping.
Not wanting to waste anymore time, he searched for the dairy aisle sign in the air. Because of the harsh light, he furrowed his brows.
"Mac and cheese, rice, spices, y- ah there it is," widening his eyes, pushing his cart as fast as his legs could go.
Taking a sharp turn he scanned every refrigerator his purple orbs viewed. Getting shivers from the wind coming from the opening of refrigerators by obnoxious customers.
Though everywhere he looked it was cheese, cheese, and more cheese, including sour cream cheese...Where the hell were the eggs?? oh my f-
"ROSSIE, BE CAREFUL!!" shouted a woman with sable hair, drawing attention at the unnoticed girl in his direction.
Focusing Wakasa's vision on the girl about to fall on his legs, he pondered stepping backwards so she would fall onto the ground instead of his clothes, which would get dirty. But, reality reminded that it was a toddler. So, he stayed put.
"Sorry!!" the brown-haired toddler exclaimed with a childish smile after colliding with the white haired man. Even while they stared, his bored, narrowed eyes remained the same.
"OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY, SIR!!" the mother he guessed, apologized snatching the little girl away from me by her arm. Taking her a few steps away to their cart, where she was met with two other children.
It was obvious she couldn't keep up with them. Sighing, he watched how the kids began to play tag as soon as the mom left to grab something. Soon enough, another one would most likely bump into him again. He wanted to get out of here before he gave someone a black eye, and quick.
After picking up a carton of eggs and switching out broken eggs to other cartons he closed the refrigerator and headed to his cart in relief. To his mind he was finally done.
"Please just sit in the cart," the mother from earlier angrily begged.
She was trying to pick up the children and place them in the cart, but two of them dashed back and forth, ignoring the fact that she was trying to catch them. Forcing her to chase after them.
"NO! YOU CANT CATCH MEEE!!!" shouted a small boy as he ran around Wakasa's legs. Now, this, was beyond past his comfort zone. And his limit.
When he was trying to catch the boy, he knew he probably should've set the eggs down first, because the next thing he knew they dropped. The floor was coated in a puddle of yellow and egg whites.
"Ughhh," he groaned, his gaze falling to the floor.
There was no way in hell he was he was going to clean that up. He had a schedule to maintain that is falling behind and there were a thing called janitors. Which was who exactly he was going to go to before fingers intertwined with his. Wait, fingers?? Last thing he checked nobody from the black dragons tagged along with him.
A h/c man about Wakasa's age stood to Wakasa's left. He took Wakasa to farther areas of the supermarket. Leaving his belongings and cart behind.
About to speak, the mysterious guy cut him off, "We both dropped stuff over there. If we pretend we didn't do it and are each other's alibis we don't have to clean up the mess"
"We both dropped stuff over there," the mysterious guy cut him off as he was about to speak. "We don't have to clean up the mess if we pretend we didn't do it and are each other's alibis."
Wakasa wanted to say something about how unlike this stranger, he was going to get a janitor to clean it themselves. Not him, like this guy thought. Yeah he was a reckless young man but he cared to do the bare minimum.
He snatched his hand back and replied, "Yeah whatever, just move your dirty hands up off of me."
"Tch. Okay cotton ball."
"Cotton ball?" Wakasa's features shifted into a puzzled expression. The devils on his shoulder argued over whether he should ditch the stranger or stay for the sake of amusement.
Ignoring his question, "You know your eyes are really pretty" he stated.
"Hmm, really?" Wakasa's eyes bored into his making him a bit self conscious.
"There's something gorgeous in your eyes," he continued, as the stranger's face lit up. "Oh that's it, my reflection."
"And here I thought we could get along," the h/c stranger sighed making a sudden stop.
"Too bad, plus you left my damn cart"
"Would you have preferred to deal with those broken dropped eggs alone?" he asked, turning around as Wakasa rolled his eyes.
"Name's Y/N. Hope to see you around cotten ball." He waved as he walked away, his hands in his pockets.
Once distanced enough, Wakasa smiled slightly before returning to his resting look. To say the least, Y/N was intriguing. And he knows he'll find him again.
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