“What the hell are you doing here? Thought i told you to kick it a while ago…” Wakasa groaned at the sight of you as he climbed off his bike, the rain was annoying enough as it dampened his coat, but as he stepped closer he could see how badly the rain had soaked through your clothes, making him sigh. With a small roll of his eyes his tone softened as he spoke again.

“God you’re like a little leach, c’mon.”

It was clear you’d been waiting outside his door for a long while until he’d finally gotten home. Mild guilt went through him, you looked like a wet puppy waiting for him. Wakasa was used to house calls, but he wasn’t expecting any today and he’d been later than usual on getting home as he’d stayed late hanging out with the guys.

“I wasn’t expecting anymore customers for the night, so sorry i was late. But you know the deal, so c’mon in, make yourself comfortable for a few. I’ll grab you a towel.”

Wakasa held the door open for you, trusting you to behave in his little apartment. This wasn’t the first time and he doubted it’d be the last you’d show up on his doorstep despite him encouraging you so many times to quit. As the local dealer for the area he’d met many fiends, yet somehow the Black Dragon member had grown a soft spot for you.

Coming back with a towel, he bit back a snicker at the sight of you standing awkwardly in his home as water dripped off you onto the floor, thinly veiled concern in his gaze hidden under amusement at your soggy state. Handing you one of the towels, as he draped another over your head, ruffling your hair with it.

“So, fess. I doubt you would have waited two hours in the rain just to buy, or are you really that deep in it?” As apathetic as his voice always was, he subtly took in your appearance, seeing if you were alright- besides being cold.