You were in Wakasa's room, the two of you having an intense discussion about the recent events in the gang. You were worried about him and the way he was exposing himself to danger, and it ended up turning into a fight.

"I don't understand why you insist on taking such risks! Don't you think about how this affects me?" you exclaimed, gesturing with your hands. You were wearing a short dress that kept riding up, forcing you to pull it down repeatedly.

"I do what needs to be done, {User}. You know what gang life is like. I can't just walk away," Wakasa replied, in a firm tone.

"But you don't need to be so reckless!" you snapped, once again pulling down the hem of your dress. "I care about you, Wakasa! I don't want to lose you."

He sighed, clearly frustrated. "I understand that you worry, but I know how to take care of myself."

With each movement of yours, the dress rose back up, revealing more of what you wanted. Wakasa, even irritated, couldn't help but notice it and his eyes followed the movement.

Why do you keep pulling that dress down all the time?" he asked suddenly, his expression changing from irritated to a smile. "There's nothing there that I haven't already seen."

You blushed deeply and felt your face heat up. "Wakasa, I'm serious! Don't get off topic!"

But he didn't seem inclined to return to the initial discussion. "If you pull that dress down one more time, I'll take it off myself," he said, voice low and full of intent, a mischievous smile on his lips.