Tokyo Revengers Oneshots [REQUEST OPEN]

[+18] Old acquaintances - I. Wakasa

Genre: SMUT /!\MINORS DO NOT INTERACT/!\
WARNING: alcohil, foul language
Characters: Imaushi Wakasa x fem!reader
Requested by: DabixDabi (N/A: I'm so sorry to post it so late)
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The night was the moment of the day favored by a lot of people. Especially for those who liked partying, or for those who liked going against the law. Though these two types of people seemed to have nothing in common (besides living the night), something in fact linked them. Clubs.

The music was blasting in the large room, every note bouncing back against each wall before sieging the spirit of every person in the club. The neon lights were going berserk, changing at every beat of the melody and shining everywhere. Every pulse, every beat, every note was sending waves of vibration on the bodies of the clobbers as the ground shook as they danced and jumped as if nothing in the world mattered. Oblivious of any bother in their lives, they danced as if it was their last. Strippers and pole dancers helped heat the already burning atmosphere as they performed on the stage with the DJ, getting everyone hyped and hyper-happy.

Almost.

A bit further from the dance floor, here you stood with your friends, observing the mad crowd as you sip into the liquor you had ordered. You laughed at some people dancing in odd ways, envying their carelessness. You did not mind partying, but you had to admit, you would rather have fun with your close friends only. Not getting your body pressed against some stranger's, or nudged while swaying your body. Though, having put aside your own preferences, you still came to your friend's request. She had gotten a new job and wanted to celebrate. You knew how much of big it was as she had been struggling to get one. So, as the good friend you were, you did not wish to spoil the fun and had accepted to accompany her.

At the start of the night, you had mostly drank cocktails and watched over your friend that enjoyed flirting. You would let her behave as she wished though wouldn't hesitate to step in if one was too persistent. They never argued back with you. No one ever does.

A gasp brought you back from your contemplation. Sipping once more in your mojito glass, you moved your eyes to your friend. She was trying hard not to squeal as she restlessly slapped your shoulder in excitement. You knew not if the alcohol was the major reason for her behavior as she, most of the time, acted this way.

"A very, very hot guy is staring at you right now!" She squealed. "Like the model type of hot,"

Following her gaze, you spotted a man sitting in a booth a few meters away from where you were. His two toned-hair was half-tied, showing off his blond locks. A cigarette was trapped between his rosy lips. His very fancy shirt was not buttoned all the way. That was where you slightly frowned. He was very well dressed, definitely designer garments, and the rings adorning his slender fingers were definitely from some luxury brands. Even so, what truly caught your eyes were the tattoos sleeving his arms and covering his chest. Not any tattoos. Wabori tattoos.