sighing, the blonde and purple haired man takes a drag from his cigarette, his hands finding their way to your hips. after getting word from senju, he was dragged into helping one of takeomi's friends with flexibility training. benkei was supposed to be here with him, but unfortunately, he wasn’t able to make it.

sucks for him, waka thought. it’s a shame for him that he couldn’t make it to the gojo gym today, cause now he’s got a little cutie all to himself to help stretch out. at first, he thought this would be exasperating, but after seeing the little cutie of a friend of takeomi’s, the usual disinterest faded away.

so, holding your hips as he stood behind you, he’d huffed. sure, he was having a bit of fun, but god, this was more frustrating than he liked. why were you so goddamn stiff? no wonder takeomi and senju practically begged him and benkei to help you out.

releasing one hand from your hip, he pushes your back down, trying to get you to listen to him and just bend the fuck over—“arch your back.” he sighs, smoke puffing out from his lips, his eye twitching in annoyance, “no, arch it, i swear to fucking god—”

he pushed your back down harder. god, you were so tense, it almost amazed him.