𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪 | Wakasa x Black OC

08

Tamiko had over slept, greatly over slept.

She was currently zipping through traffic to get Wakasa back home, the aforementioned man having trouble trying not to fall back asleep in the passenger seat.

Tamiko smacked her lips, glancing at him as she finally got in view sight of his apartment complex.

"Imaushi, wake up. I'm finna let you off."

The pair had stayed up way too late talking and making out in Tamiko's bed, hands roaming but their was a big open symbol reminding them not to go too far.
Tamiko felt like it was her own fault she was running this late, she knew when she had to get up and yet she still let the time slip through her finger tips.

Waka opened his tired eyes, blinking slowly just as they pulled into the parking lot.
He yawned, his eyes landing back on Tamiko who was looking at him expectantly. Wakasa quickly caught on and leaned in connected their lips.

All the stress washed away from Tamiko's body brief moment until she had to pull away. Waka unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door, turning to Tamiko.

"When will I see you again princess?"

Tamiko sighed softly and tapped op her steering wheel, the beads and shells on her locs clicking together. She hummed softly.

"Not this week, I have a recital on Saturday morning and this whole week I have practice after classes. I'm sorry honey."

"A recital? How would I hypothetically purchase a ticket? Hypothetically, if I wanted to see you."

Waka played it cool, showing little change in his body language and over all demeanor. On the inside he was giddy and excited. Ever since Tamiko had relayed to him that she did ballet he'd been so fascinated, dying to see her in her element.

Tamiko smiled, her gap appearing for just a moment.

"Raiyah has three tickets left, ask her for one and you'll get it. But i really gotta go like now if I still wanna make it on time."

"Alright alright, bye princess."

"See you later, Imaushi."

Wakasa smiled softly as he got out of the older woman's car, closing the door and watching as she drove away. It always made him feel shy whenever Tamiko called him by his first name, but he liked that feeling.

Tamiko rushed into her first class of the day; creative writing. She'd been struggling a great deal with this class lately as a prompt she'd been given just had her stuck.

She was more than just stuck, she was down right distracted by Wakasa. Sure, they hadn't spent too much time together but he encapsulated her whole world. From the moment they met at the underground club he'd been just, everywhere. Including in her creative writing class.

The prompt Tamiko was having so much trouble with went along the lines of these; a three page paper about something that effected you heavily. It sounds simple enough. Tamiko's first thought when being assigned the prompt was to write about her mother; the woman that had created her daughter's dream with also causing a great deal of trauma in Tamiko. She thought it was perfect, but then she met Waka.

Tamiko knew it was silly to even consider writing about Imaushi Wakasa, she knew it was more than questionable to write about someone she barely knew. But he hit the criteria; he'd been effecting her heavily lately. Tamiko was faltering in all of her classes, neglecting her chores, spacing out when with friends; all because of a man who'd caught her attention one night.

She sat down at her seat in the third row, next to a guy named Shuji Hanma. He was lanky and tall, a bit on the eccentric side but all around he was fun to talk to. He often times spoke in metaphors and aloof phrases that always brought a smile to grace Tamiko's lips or a laugh to ripple from her throat. He had his flaws, he smoke cigarettes but most importantly he was too young. Eighteen, being a freshman, and boy did he have it bad for Tamiko. And she'd made it clear multiple times that he was just too young, a teenager had nothing to offer her as well as the fact they were just in different places in their lives.