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wakasaz · 2 years

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♡Pairing: Ran Haitani x New Hairstylist Reader

♡A/N: This is inspired by my need to do all the TokyoRev men's hair.(Hi I'm a hairstylist irl and all I want is to touch their hair) This is terrible. Don't read it. It's horrible. I have the same concept written for other characters that will never see the light of day.(I've had one for Wakasa in my drafts for the past 3 months) This is not proofread and it sucks. You've been warned.

Walking into his usual salon in Harajuku was a normal afternoon for Ran. He was here so often he knew the place like the back of his hand. Walking in he is greeted by the receptionist and escorted back to his usual stylist chair.

Every worker knows Ran and so do most of the customers. Even the little old ladies who come get roller sets weekly know who Ran is. Though most of them just call him the handsome charming boy that they wish their granddaughters would date. Ran finds it amusing to hear the older women argue about who's granddaughter he is going to marry and which one would be a better wife for him. Of course all this does is boost Rans ego so he plays into their fighting. Telling them that they should bring their granddaughters the next week so he can meet them.

Ran has no intention of seeing any of their granddaughters. He just loves to rile them up and hear the arguing. It's all just hair salon gossip anyway. It's not like any of them will actually bring their granddaughters here. Well that's what Ran thought anyway until one of the ladies informs Ran her granddaughter is actually here today.

"Ran, sweetheart" the older women in the walker says as she is walking from her stylist chair to the dryer section of the salon. "My sweet little (y/n) is here today. I'd love for you to meet her."

Oh great Ran thinks. I come here to relax and hear gossip about who's husband is cheating on who and who's teenage daughter got pregnant not entertain someone's granddaughter. Ran is started to regret playing into their arguments. Maybe he shouldn't have told these ladies he would love to meet them. As Ran is trying to find a way out of meeting this granddaughter the older women in the walker speaks up again.

"It's her first day working here. Just got her cosmetology license and everything. I've never been so proud." She says while sitting under the dryer with her rollers in her hair.

"She works her?" Ran asks thinking that he is going to have to find a new salon if this lady starts pushing for him to date this (y/n) she mentioned. As Ran is lost in his thoughts he doesn't see a girl with (h/c) hair walk out of the back room to the dryer section.

"Stop bothering the customers gram." The girl says smiling at the older women. "I'm so sorry about her. She's a chatter box and has no filter."

Ran stairs Awe struck at the girl. Is this the granddaughter the women was talking about? "Should you be talking to customers that way?" Ran asks

"It's fine! She's my grandma." The girl says smiling "I'm (y/n) by the way."

"Haitani, Ran Haitani" so this is the the granddaughter Ran thinks to himself "nice to meet you"

"See, didn't I tell you how handsome he is (y/n)" the older women says "Ran sweety, she's single"

The younger girl shakes her head "nice to meet you too Mr.Haitani." she says walking away to greet her customer who just walked in the door.

Ran watched the younger girl work during his appointment taking in everything about her. From the way she holder's her shears, to the way she applies colors. After 2 hours Rans hair is done and he finds himself a little disappointed that he is leaving. He gets up from the chair walking past all the other stylist working and up to the receptionist to pay. She tells him the total and he hands her his card.

"Are we scheduling you for another 6 weeks Mr. Haitani?" The receptionist asks

"Um, actually can set something up for next week?" He asks

"Of course, but sir you won't need color in a week."

"Just a wash then" Ran says smiling. She sets up the appointment and hands him a buisness card with the day and time written on it. As he is about to leave he noticed the young girl he has been watching all day looking up in his direction. Ran smiles and hold his hand up waving at the girl before walking out of the salon.

That was the first time Ran met you and ever since that day you are all he can think about. The following week couldn't come fast enough. Ran walked into the salon right on time and took at seat in the waiting area. Ran noticed it was a little busier today than is normally is when he comes in. He pays no mind. The receptionist walks to the front and greets Ran.

"Hi Mr. Haitani. I'm sorry we're a little busy today. Someone booked in a last minute wedding. It's going to be a little bit before we can take you." She says

Ran furrows his brows but nods non the less. "Unless of course you are okay with (y/n) taking care of you today. I know she isn't your usual stylist but since she hasn't done a lot of up do she is just watching today so I'm sure she would have time." She says

Ran smiles and nods "that's fine." He says. He only came here today to see you always. He could wash his hair at home. He just wanted an excuse to see you sooner than his usual 6 week appointment. The receptionist walks away and a minutes (y/n) walks to the waiting room.

"Hello Mr. Haitani. Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to do your hair today. I'm ready whenever you are." You say with a smile. Ran smiles back and stands up following you to your chair. He sits down and you put the cape on him.

"So what are we doing today?" You say as you undo his braids and start to brush his hair out. "Just washed and dried." Be says

"Of course sir." You say "we can go a head back to the bowls then to get you washed" Ran follows you back taking a seat and leaning back into the bowl.

You turn the water on begin to wet his hair. You than lather Oribe Gold Lust Repair and Restore shampoo and start messaging it into his scalp. You shampoo the hair twice then apply the same line of conditioner focusing on the ends of his hair. After rinsing the conditioner you grab and towel and wrap his hair up and escort him back to your hair.

Once Ran is back in your hair you get to work on detangling his hair. First you spray in Purology color fanatic spray and begin to comb the hair from ends to roots. "I didn't take you as someone to come in just for a wash Mr. Haitani" you say while adding in olaplex number 6 to his ends along with redken quick blowout.

"No need to be so formal." Ran says "just call me Ran"

"Yes sir-I mean Ran" you say as you grab your blow drying and round brush. You begin to dry Rans hair and you help but notice how well taken care of it is. Most people don't know proper hair care but you can tell Ran truly takes care of his. Ran has better hair than most of the women who sit in your chair.

After you finish drying 15 minutes later you add a small amount of Lanza Keratin Healing Oil to the midshaft and ends of his hair. "Are we only drying today or would you like it styled as well, Ran?" You ask

"Can you braid it?" He asks. You nod your head and begin to work on braids you've seen him wearing twice now. After you finish you remove the cape and walk Ran up to the receptionist bidding him goodbye and telling him to have a good rest of his day as you walk back to your station to clean up.

"Again I am so sorry Mr. Haitani. I promse next time you will be with your normal stylist." The receptionist says

"It's fine"

"Woukd you like to schedule your next appointment for your color? I believe it's in 5 weeks now sir." She says

"Can you schedule me with (y/n), for next week? Same as today?" He asks the receptionist nods.

This was the start of Rans weekly visits. Over time you became more comfortable with Ran and started getting excited for his next appointment. Ran quickly became your favorite customer from his jokes, and flirty behavior to talking about books, movies, and music. Soon enough Ran was crossing the line of customer to friend. He was showing up on days he didn't have an appointment just to sit and talk to you while you work. He would bring you lunch because he knew if he didn't you would forget to eat. Ran even started letting you try new techniques on his hair. And that is exactly how you ended up in this situation.

It was after hours at the salon. All the stylist and customers have gone home except for you and Ran. You've been wanting to try out a new technique but haven't had someone to try it on. "Come on Ran!" You whine "if you just let me try it you wouldn't need to come in here every 6 weeks to bleach your roots." Ran turned towards you and gasps putting a hand over his chest "I'll have you know I'm a natural blonde!" He says faking being offended.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. "Ran I'm the one who does your roots. You can't fool me. I know that blonde is fake considering I'm the one who gives it you." Ran laughs "what do you even want to do?"

"It's called a root tap! Or a smudge root. Basically I'm just putting a demi color on your root area to hid the line of regrowth so it blends." You say smiling at the taller male

"I like my blonde hair" Ran says

"You'll still be blonde! You just won't have to come in as much!"

"Are you trying to say you don't want to see me? You wound me, sweetheart." Ran says grabbing his chest in the most dramatic way possible.

"That's not what I mean. Come on please" you beg "I really want to practice and you're the only person I'm comfortable doing it on that is fully blonde."

Ran rolls his eyes and sighs "fine. But you better not mess my hair up. I'm trusting you." He says pointing a finger at you. You squeal and wrap your arms around his waist hugging him. "Thank you thank you thank you!!" You yell

"yeah yeah, you owe me" He says

You run to the back room and start mixing up the color. Being a new stylist still you sometimes get confused on the level system. Looking at all the tubes of color you say to yourself "Alright was it a lever 3 or a level 7 that was lighter." You put your finger to your chin tapping it you shrug your shoulders and grab the desired bottle and processing solution and mix with a ratio of one to one.

Walking back out into the salon "Alright Ran we need to wash you first!"

"Whatever you say." He says As he walks to the bowl. You wash his hair and take him back to your chair. You begin to apply the color to the roots like the video had said. "Are you suppose to be doing this on wet hair?" He asks "who's the professional Ran?!" You say

Ran puts his hands up in surrender "gees sorry" you continue to apple the color. You take a comb and brush his hair with the color on his roots to help blend. "Alright just 20 minutes" you say smiling and plopping down in the seat next to Ran.

"Let me do your hair." Ran says

"Absolutely not."

"Why not?" He says pouting

"You don't know anything about hair."

"Yes I do!"

"Okay tell me" you say smiling

Ran clears his throat and sits up straight in the chair pushing his chest out. "I know it grows"

"Pfft, no shit" you say laughing

"You didn't let me finish!" He says "it grows... all over your body."

You stare at Ran dumb founded. "And I know you mix that powder stuff with that liquid stuff when you do my hair."

"Anything else?" You ask

"Um." He stares at you

"That's what I thought." You say "come on let's go rinse you"

Back at the bowl you are washing out the color and you are confused as to why it looks so dark. 'I put a dark blonde on his roots' you think to yourself. You gasp when you realize it's not dark blonde. "Everything okay?" Ran asks "y-yeah everything's fine" you say scrubbing his hair 'what the fuck and I going to do?' You think 'maybe it's not that bad. I am looking at this in a black bowl and everything always looks darker in the bowl'

You take Ran back up to your chair. You slowly remove the towel from his head and gasp again dropping the towel and covering your mouth. Ran is sitting with his eyes clothes but hearing you gasp he opens his eyes and looks in the mirror.

Neither one of you say anything both just staring at his hair. Ran moves closer to the mirror and just blinks a few times looking at his hair. You quickly look down with tears in your eyes waiting for him to yell but strangely his silence is worse. A few seconds go by but but it feels like hours.

"R-Ran I'm really sorry.. I-I don't know what h-happened" you say as a tear slides down your cheek quickly followed by more.

Ran says silent for a few more seconds. Taking in his hair. It's now black with blonde in the mid section and black again. Wait how did you get black at the bottom you didn't put any color there? Ran is for the first time speechless. He doesn't want to hurt your feelings. He hears you sniffle knowing he has to think of something to say fast "I love it" He says. You snap your tear stained head up and stair at him in the mirror. "W-what?" You ask

"I said I love it." Ran says adding a smile this time. "You don't mean that" you say. Ran stands up from the chair and faces you. "It's my favorite haircolor I've ever had." He says genuinely smiling

"You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad?" He asks

"Because I ruined your pretty blonde hair" you say tearing up again. "I told you I like it so it means I like it" He says "I feel inspired. New hair, new me. Maybe I'll reinvent myself."

You slap his shoulder "stop being weird you dork."

"I'm not a dork! Unless maybe my new self is" He says smiling as you giggle "come on braid my hair for me"

You briad his hair still upset thinking you ruined his hair "I guess it's not that bad" you say.

"It's perfect. Exactly what I wanted."

"You didn't even want me to do this in the first place" you say pouting

He shruggs his shoulders "I'm keeping it so you better start liking it."

Ran helps you clean up the salon before you both part ways for the evening. It's now been a few weeks and you haven't seen Ran. All your worries about him hating his hair are probably true you think. He usually comes into the salon almost daily to talk to you and you haven't seen him since that night.

You are sweaping up and you hear someone plop down in your chair you look up and see Ran smiling at you. "Well if it isn't mt favorite little beautician!" Ran says winking in the mirror at you. "What are you doing here?" You ask

"What am I not allowed to come see you?" He asks

"I mean. I haven't seen you in weeks. I thought you were mad."

"Sorry about that. I was busy and didn't have time to come in. But I'm here now if you have time to do my roots" He says

As soon as the words leave his mouth a co working of yours, The stylist who happened to be his previous one walks by "the fuck happened to your hair?" She says laughing. "You look horrible" she adds. Ran notices you look down and eyes start to glass over. He furrows his brows while looking at his ex stylist. "I like my hair like this." He says

"(Y/n), did you do this to his hair?" The co worker asks "y-yes" you reply still looking down. "Do you even know how to do hair? Honestly I don't understand why we even hired you. Ran is a regular and look what you did to his hair. You completely destroyed it!" She yells at you. You just nod your head taking it not wanting to cause a fuss a work.

"I asked (y/n) to do this to my hair." Ran says to the girl with venom in his voice. "(Y/n) is the best hairdresser I've ever went to. She does a better job than you ever did"

Your coworker scoft and went to the back room as Ran smiled at you. "See told you I liked it." You smiled back "So what do I owe the pleasure Mr. Haitani?"

"Didn't I already tell you to call me Ran?" He says smiling

"I need a hair appointment."

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wakasaz · 2 years

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Purple Haze

♡Pairing: Wakasa Imaushi x Hairstylist!reader

♡Summary: Benkei thinks Wakasa's hair is boring, so he recommends his favorite barbershop.

♡Tw: 18+, NSFW, poorly written, afab!reader, fingering, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, oral (m → f & f → m), use of alcohol, pet names, princess, pretty girl, sweetheart. I think that's it if I forgot something let me know.

♡A/N All characters are 21+ Not proof read. Part of hairstylist series I guess? A few people asked for this to be posted so.

♡Wc 6.8+

Wakasa wasn't one to care about appearances. The way he saw it he looked how he looked and that was that. Well, that was until Benkei had to bring up that he has had the same hairstyle since high school. Blonde and shaggy that's how his hair has always been and he didn't care but now that Benkei was nagging him about it he decided maybe he did need a change so he started growing it out.

Wakasa was content until Benkei had to open his mouth again and tell him his hair is "boring".

"You told me to get a new hairstyle and I did."

"All you did was stop getting my cut."

"Yeah, and now it's different than in high school."

"It's boring man. Did you even try to find a new style?"

"Technically it is styled."

"Putting it in a ponytail or bun isn't a style man. Look just go to my barber at least once. I guarantee you'll like it and since I'm such a good friend I'll even help pick your new style!"

"If I say yes will you shut up?"

"Yes"

"Hmm, fine."

Benkei took care of everything. Made the appointment, picked out the cut, he even went as far as to pay in advance so Wakasa wouldn't have to worry about anything. The day of the long-awaited appointment came. Benkei and Wakasa met at the shop as they agreed. Wakasa was actually early. He made it before Benkei so he waited in the parking lot on his bike. A few minutes later Benkei shows up.

"Umm hey man so I need to tell you something," Benkei says

"Hmm?"

"So my normal guy had a family emergency and had to leave early so one of his employees is taking over all his appointments for today. But I promise you man they are just as good. I've seen their work several times while getting mine done and they are basically on the same level as my guy. I'd even let them do mine if my normal guy wouldn't be able to. But if you aren't comfortable with it they did tell me they could reschedule you for next week when he is back."

"I don't care, I'm already here let's just get this over with."

"That's the spirit man!" Benkei says slapping him on the back.

If we are being honest here Wakasa didn't have high hopes. He wasn't expecting much. What was there to expect? It was probably some old dude who has been doing this his whole life and his employees were probably the same. Just a bunch of old men cutting hair. That's a Barbershop is right?

Oh, how wrong Wakasa was. He wasn't expecting much but he definitely wasn't expecting this. They walked in and there stood a young girl with (h/c) hair. Is she the one doing my hair? He thought looking around the shop. She's the only one here. Where are the old men? Now Wakasa wasn't sexist by any means, but when he thought barber he thought of old men cutting other men's hair not a cute young girl. Was it even safe for you to be here alone? Wakasa was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard someone talk.

"Benkei! I haven't seen you in a few months!" The young girl said

"Hey, (y/n)! Yeah, I think I've been coming in on your day off. It's good to see you."

Wait Benkei knows her? Wakasa thought. So she must be the one doing my hair then if he knows her.

"It's good to see you too!" She says with a smile "so is this your friend you were telling me about earlier?"

"Yep, this is Imaushi Wakasa. Wakasa this is (l/n) (y/n)."

"Nice to meet you Imaushi, Benkei has told me quite a bit about you."

"Nice to meet you too (l/n), probably all bad or embarrassing things."

"You wound me Waka! I'm not that bad of a friend." Benkei says faking being offended.

Wakasa just rolls his eyes. He knows better than that. Any chance Benkei has to embarrass him he is going to take it.

"Well if you are ready to start you can come on back to the second chair Imaushi."

Wakasa walks over and takes a seat with Benkei following not far behind.

"So what are we doing?" (Y/n) asks

Wakasa just looks at Benkei through the mirror waiting for him to speak up since he has no idea what he is getting done.

"Oh, we made an agreement I get to pick his new cut but it has to be a surprise till the end," Benkei says showing you a picture of the style he picked.

"Oh, okay. You cool with this?" You ask Wakasa who just nods his head and says "let's just get this over with"

"Well since it's a surprise do you want me to cover the mirror Benkei?"

"That would be great (y/n)!" He says

You cover the mirror and get a clean cap for Wakasa. You noticed he wasn't very talkative so you mainly talked to Benkei. You start by brushing Wakasa's hair and getting a comb out the section. The picture Benkei showed you had the sides shaved and the rest was left long. You parted the hair from the arch of his eyebrows back go right below his ear and down leaving a square section. You did this on both sides and secured the sections with a rubber band. You then clipped the rest of his hair so it was out of the way. Since the side is going to be pretty short you decided to go cut them with your shears first then go in with your clippers and trimmers after for a cleaner look. You picked up your Sam Villa essential series 5.5" shears holding them in your dominant hand with your thumb and ring finger in the finger inserts and had your pinky resting on the tang.

"You sure about this Imaushi? Once I cut this I can't put it back on. You sure you don't want to know what I'm doing first?"

"It's just hair it'll grow back. Just do whatever Benkei says."

"Okay, as long as you're sure. You can't get mad at me if you don't like it!"

Wakasa just chuckled at that. He truly didn't care. As long as he doesn't look stupid he can always deal with it till it grows out.

You proceed by cutting the square section behind the rubber band. You do this on both sides and sit the hair left in the rubber band aside on your station. You picked up your Babylisspro FX870 rose gold clippers and attached the number 2 guard onto the blade. You moved the taper lever up for a closer cut and turned on the clippers. You moved the clippers from bottom to top keeping your hand on the sectioning to ensure you don't cut outside of your section. After you are sure the section is evenly cut and no stray hairs are left behind you put the clippers down and pick up your Wahl Mag trimmers to clean everything up. You went around his ear, squared off his sideburns, and cleaned up around his hairline. You processed to do the same on the other side as well. After you finished his sides you took the rest of the hair down and brushed through it again to make sure it didn't Knott but while it was clipped out of the way. You picked your shears up again and parted his hair down the middle. You took two inches off making sure not to cut past your second knuckle. We wouldn't want to cut your palm now, would we? The haircut didn't have any layers so you just did a basic zero degrees haircut.

After you finished you let Benkei take a look then took Wakasa to the shampoo bowl. You washed his hair with Paul Michell Tea Tree shampoo and did a deep conditioner since Tea Tree can dry the hair. You brought Wakasa back up to your chair and brushed his hair out after spraying Redken One United leave-in spray. You picked up your Sam Villa 1.5" Thermal styling round brush and Bio Ionic Powerlight professional hairdryer and dried his hair. After his hair was dried you pulled it back up into a ponytail for him but left two pieces out in the front one on each side. Once finished and Benkei gave you a thumbs up you took the cape off the mirror that you used earlier to cover it and turned Wakasas chair to face the mirror.

Wakasa looked in the mirror and just nodded. You took the cape off and he got out of the chair thanked you walked out to his bike. Benkei stayed behind and talked to you for a few minutes.

"I don't think he likes it. He didn't even say anything." You say to Benkei

"It's just how he is. I don't think he hates it. He doesn't show his emotions much."

"He could of at least said something" you mumble

Benkei just laughed and ruffles your hair

"Thanks again (y/n)! I'll see you later alright."

"See ya Benkei, and of he tells you he doesn't like it let me know! I'll be glad to change whatever he wants if he isn't happy."

"I will." He says walking out

Benkei walks out of the shop and sees Wakasa leaning on his bike.

"So?"

"So what?"

"Do you like it?"

"It's alright, I don't hate it. Just wasn't expecting it."

"(Y/n) thinks you hate it."

"Why?"

"Because you didn't say anything."

Wakasa's eyes widen slightly. Not enough for anyone to notice unless they stared at him. Was he supposed to say something? Now he's worried he offended you. Benkei and you talked the whole time he didn't want to interrupt. He also wasn't sure what to talk to you about. He doesn't know anything about hair so that was out of the question. He doubts you know anything about of like fighting or gang-related stuff. Did you even know he and Benkei are in a gang?

"I didn't know I was supposed to."

Benkei just shakes his head. They both got on their bikes and went their separate ways after talking for a few more minutes. Wakasa was home and was looking in the mirror. It isn't bad. She didn't do badly. She did well. Looks damn near identical to the picture. A week went by and the haircut started to grow on Wakasa. He noticed when he was bored or spacing out he would unintentionally rub his hand up and down the shaved sides of his head. That's actually how he noticed it needed to be shaved again. It wasn't as prickly anymore. He wasn't getting the same sensation on his hands when he rubs it.

It's been a little less than four weeks. You are at work cleaning up after your last client when the bell on the door chimes indicating that someone walked in. You turned around expecting just a random walk in since your next appointment wasn't for another half hour and you knew your boss didn't have anyone coming in for at least an hour but what you didn't expect to see was Wakasa standing by the door looking lost. You walked up to the front desk. This was a small family-owned shop so you didn't have a receptionist. Everyone took care of their appointments and customers themselves and took turns helping out walk-ins.

"Hey, Benkei's friend right?" You asked

"Yeah, (l/n) right?"

"That's me! What can I help you with"

"Was wondering if I could get the sides shaved again."

"Of course! Did you want anyone in particular to do it?"

"You. Umm I mean if you have time that is."

"Sure go ahead to my chair and I'll be right there," you say with a smile

Wakasa sits down and you get a cape for him

"What are we doing?"

"Just do whatever you did last time."

You did everything the same except you both decided to only cut the sides as the rest of his hair was fine. The appointment went pretty much the same as the last except this time he talked. He actually talked.

"How long have you been doing hair?" He asked

Of course the most asked question you probably get because you look so young. You usually lie and make a joke out of it saying "oh this is my first day" or "I don't even have my license, I came in to get my hair cut and they were hiring and said I looked like I knew what I was doing and offered me a job." Or even the occasional "don't tell my boss but I'm not actually licensed, I printed the license off the internet." Your boss and the regulars know you are joking and snicker but the look on the customer's face is always priceless. For some reason, though you don't even think to say any of that to him you tell him the truth.

"Three years, I graduated high school with my license."

"Oh, so you're what twenty, twenty-one?"

"Twenty-one"

"Hmm, I'm a few years older than you then. I'm twenty-four."

You finished up the cut and he left. You started cleaning up and you heard your boss snicker.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing at all."

You just roll your eyes and get back to work

The next couple of months consisted of the same thing. Every 3-4 weeks Wakasa walked in for a shape up and you guys would talk. At first, it started as casual talk then turned into learning more about each other lives. Wakasa started staying longer and longer after each appointed to talk then he started coming on more often even when he didn't need a cut.

"Hey, (l/n) just need the sides done."

"Imaushi, I saw you last week. I wouldn't be taking anything off."

"Oh, well since I'm here..."

And he would start a conversation with you every 3-4 weeks turned into 3 weeks, then 2 weeks, once a week, then twice a week, every other day, and now every day. Wakasa knew your schedule better than you did at this point. He knew when you started and when your day ended. He knew the times you were alone. Those are the times he always aimed to be there. He knew your shop had a lot of males even though you did both male and female hair but the clientele was mostly male because of your boss's clients. He also knew some of them likes you or would flirt with you. He saw too many times when he was in there. One guy in particular really irked him. Hanma Shuji. He knew all about Hanma. How he's a cocky little shit who doesn't like the word no. How he's in a gang and that he is a little bit crazy. Hanma would do anything to get what he wants. Unfortunately for you, you happened to be Hanmas knew fascination.

It was 8 pm the shop was about to close and Wakasa knew you'd be alone. He was on his bike on his way there. He was a little aggravated already because he was late. Benkei was off today so Wakasa had to stay longer to close up the gym. He pulled into the parking lot and what he saw made his blood boil.

" come on, you're done for the day. Just one trip around the block."

"I already told you Hanma, no, and I not done I'm waiting on someone."

"Please"

"No"

"How about a date?"

"No Hanma I'm not interested." You said walking away to start folding towns waiting on Wakasa. Hanma grabbed your wrist when you went past him

"Listen (y/n) I always get what I want one way or another."

You pulled your arm back

"Not this time Hanma"

"You little-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence. You heard a smack and then saw Hanma on the ground. Wakasa had hit him.

"She said no now fuck off." He said in a monotone voice.

"Come on (l/n) I'll drive you home."

After that Wakasa made sure to always be there when you had closing shifts. The minute the boss left Wakasa was walking in. He would just sit there and watch you work. You would have to yell at him for eating all the lollipops you kept for the kids after they got their haircut. He would replace them though. And it wasn't his fault you shouldn't have left them right where he sits.

He would drive you home every night even though you insisted he didn't have to.

"It's not safe for a pretty young girl to be walking home alone at this hour." He would say "I'm going that way anyway so you might as well let me take you."

The drives home started turning into drives to a fast food place for dinner before going home, then turned into taking the long way home so you could spend more time together. The long way home turned into just around the block one more time. One more time turned into late-night rides around Tokyo into the early hours of the morning.

"(L/n), let's go on a ride."

"Where to Imaushi?"

"Wherever we end up." He shrugs

You got his bike and he sped away. You holding onto his waste resting your face on his back. You got used to how fast Wakasa drives. Granted he does try to slow down with you on the bike "precious cargo" or whatever he said.

You stopped at the top of a hill overlooking the city.

"Imau-"

"Wakasa, ... Call me Wakasa."

"O-okay, Wakasa, call me (y/n) then." You said smiling

The late-night drives around Tokyo quickly turned into crashing at whoever's place was closest at the time and dropping you off at work in the morning. This pattern went on for several months and before you guys knew it it's been a year of Wakasa showing up at your work and driving you around town after. So seeing Wakasa come into the shop after your boss left wasn't anything new. Except for this time it was.

Wakasa showed up right when your boss left just like any other day except this time he seems aggravated. You can tell something is on his mind. You close the shop early and decide to hang out here for a little while together. You don't remember exactly how many beers you're both in now but it's enough that you're both acting like idiots. You're both loud laughing and cracking jokes that probably aren't that funny if you guys were sober.

"I-i want you to color my hair (y/n)!"

"What why?"

"'Cause Benkei says I'm b-boring" he hiccups

You're giggling at Wakasa's drunken state-granted you're just as drunk if not more.

"Let's see what's not boring..." Wakasa says with a serious face. At least as serious as he can be this shit-faced.

"A zebra, yeah a zebra..." Wakasa mumbles to himself

"(Y/n)! Make me look like a ZEBRA~!"

"I am not putting black color on your pretty blonde hair."

"What color will you then?"

"I don't know. A demi or semi, but not anything permanent. I like your blonde hair." you say spinning in the chair next to Wakasa

Wakasa looks up at the ceiling "What's your favorite color?" he asks

maybe its the alcohol or maybe its just your big mouth but you say the first thing that pops into your head. "Your eyes" you say looking at Wakasa

He turns his head and looks at you in the eyes. "then do that" he says

You drunkenly get out of your chair stumbling to the back room where all the color is kept. Once in the back room you start looking at all the color. You're boss doesn't color hair. He leaves all that to you. Looking around the room you spot where you keep all the fashion colors. Walking over to the shelf you start looking for purples.

"Joico or Pulp Riot?" you say to yourself looking at what is in stock of Joico you realize you don't have any purple left in stock. "Guess Pulp Riot it is then" you grab two tubes of Jam and One of Nevermore. Grabbing a bowl and brush you mix the two tubes of jam and two ounces of nevermore. You grab a pair of gloves and some foils and stumble back out to Wakasa. He was spinning in your hair with a sucker in his mouth looking up at the ceiling. He honestly resembles a little kid right now.

You stand behind him holding up the color bowl and smile at him. He looks at you in the mirror. "Alright, (Y/N)! Make me pretty" He says laughing. 'you're already pretty' you think. you nod your head and tell Wakasa he isn't allowed to be mad at you later if he changes his mind and he reassures you this is what he wants and he isn't going to change his mind. You put the gloves on while Wakasa takes his hair down and brushes it for you.

You put his cape on and get your foiling comb in your dominant hand sectioning his hair to start at the bottom back of his head. Since he apparently wants to look like zebra you decide to not weave his hair and just do slices. One you get have the section sliced out how you want it you grab a foil and fold the top over your the tail of your comb and put it under the slice. You hold the hair and foil in place by grabbing the end of his hair and holding it taut while you remove the comb from the foil and pick up the color brush with some of the purple on it and start applying it from roots to ends making sure to saturate the hair enough so it isn't splotchy.

You are about half way done foiling his hair when Wakasa starts complaining about how long it is taking. "well yeah, dummy, you giggle "I'm not just cutting it this time. I'm almost done" A half hour, a pack of suckers, and half a case of beer later and you are finished applying the color. You set a timer and tell Wakasa he has to wait twenty minutes and you'll be right back. You gather up all your supplies and go back to the back room to clean them up.

In the back room is a washer and dryer, color, perms, perm rods, a table and chairs, extra capes and cleaning supplies. The sink is in the far corner of the room. While using it your back is turned to door. You are so busy rinsing the bowl and brush you don't notice someone walk in. You jump feeling someone snack their arms around your waist and rest their head and your shoulder. You quickly realize its Wakasa once you smell cherries.

"I thought I told you to wait" you say turning off the water.

"Got lonely" he says his breath hitting your neck causing you to shiver. Wakasa starts rubbing his face into the crook of your neck "mmh, you're pretty" He holds you tighter causing your back to be flush with his chest. You feel his lips graze your neck "pretty girl" he whispers leaving a kiss where his lips where.

"Wakasa" you whisper even though it is only you two in the salon. Too drunk and high on the feeling of Wakasa's breath on your skin you don't notice one of his hands leave your waist and travel up to your chest grabbing onto the mound Wakasa lets out a groan.

"You okay with this, pretty girl?" Wakasa ask. You open your mouth but no words come out so you just nod your head. "Gotta hear you say it, sweetheart" "Y-yes, Waka" you say leaning back into his chest more. Wakasa starts kissing down your neck to your shoulder then back up to your jaw line. His hand that is left on your waist starts sliding down to the top of your pants. Wakasa nudges your cheek with his nose when you turn your head to look at him he catches your lips. You tilt your head back onto his shoulder to deepen the kiss. Wakasa's hand slips past your pants and you gasp when you feel his fingers on your bare heat. Wakasa slips his tongue into your mouth while he slips his other hand into your shirt. You grind back into him and he lets out a groan into your mouth. Wakasa continues to grind on you while you both fight for dominance.

You start to turn towards Wakasa when you both hear the timer you set earlier go off. You both break the kiss and jump away from each other breathing heavily. Neither one of you will meet the others eyes. You both continue to stand there saying nothing while the timer is going off. You finally decide to speak. "we - um - we should wash your hair." Wakasa nods and walks out of the back room. You follow shortly after to find him sitting at the shampoo bowl.

You walk over and tell him he can lean back and begin to rinse his hair. You've never been nervous around Wakasa. It's always been the opposite actually. He always made you feel safe and he was easy to get alone with. He has never made you uncomfortable, but you can't stop your hands from shaking as you start shampooing. He didn't do anything you didn't want. Actually you've spend many nights thinking about Wakasa while laying in bed with your hand shoved down your pants but you never thought anything would actually happen. He was a client and he was also your friend. You didn't even know if he saw you the same way. You didn't even know if he liked girls if you were honest with yourself.

You've seen girls thrown themselves at him and he always turns them down. Always has an excuse as to why he doesn't want to go out with them. Even the girls who straight up tell him they only want sex he still declines their offers. In the year of knowing Wakasa you have never seen him with a girl romantically or sexually. And he has never talked about any girls. at least not to you or in front of you. Maybe he just wasn't sure if you were comfortable hearing that stuff. You hear it all the time though you work in a shop that is ninety percent male clientele and Wakasa has been here when the guys have made lewd comments about a girl walking by or an actress or whatever but know that you think about it Wakasa never joins in on the conversation. actually he tends to rolls his eyes and ignores what they say.

You finish up washing his hair and putting it in a towel telling he can go back to your seat. You follow him and take the towel and start brushing his hair. Yep, he looks likes a zebra. Wakasa doesn't say anything. Not meeting your eyes in the mirror and you are scared he hates it or hates you for letting him kiss you and touch you the way you've been dreaming of. Maybe he didn't really want it and it was just the alcohol that caused him to do it. You start to worry that you might have messed up your friendship with the violet eyed man.

You try to remind yourself that Wakasa isn't a talkative guy but that wasn't true. While he might not be talkative to people he just meets or doesn't see as a friend but he does talk to you. He hasn't been this quiet since the first day you met him. You continue thinking about how to fix whatever happened to make Wakasa so quiet when you hear him start to laugh. Not just a chuckle like he normally does but an actual laugh. You look up at him confused. "What?" you ask

Wakasa continues to laugh and starts pointing at you "l-look at your neck" he says you look in the mirror and see purple hair color all over your jaw, neck, and shoulder. Not to mention it is also all over your top and pants. Basically everywhere he touched you is covered in purple. You stair wide eyed not knowing what to say. You look down and see Wakasa's hands are also stained purple. "You idiot! look at your hands!" you yell. Wakasa looks at them and starts laughing even louder.

You start laughing with him and shaking your head. "I'm not sure I'll be able to get all this color off your hands and my body" you tell him "good" he says stopping laughing at looking you in the eyes in the mirror. This is the first time he has looked you in the eyes since the timer went off. His eyes are dark. "what?" you ask. Wakasa stands up and pulls the cape off himself. He starts walking around the chair to where you are. He gets to you and starts walking closer causing you to start backing up. "I said good" he says continuing to walk closer and closer. "Now everyone will know where I touched you" he says. The back of your legs hit something hard. You turn your head slightly over your shoulder and see you are up against the front desk by the door. The door that is right next to a big window showing the inside of the shop for anyone who passes by.

"I-is that a good thing" you whisper even though its only the two of you. Wakasa nods his head and walks right in front of you and puts both his hands on either side of you on the desk closing you in. "Don't wan' anyone else to touch you" He whispers in your ear "'cause you're my pretty girl" he says moving his head so his lips graze your own and dropping his voice at the word my. "You are my pretty girl, right?" he asks. You bite your lip and nod your head. Wakasa puts his hands on you waist and lift you up onto the desk using his knee to open your legs so he can stand between them. "Tell me to stop" he says eyes flicking up to your own checking for signs of discomfort but he finds none.

Wakasa wants you to tell him to stop. Tell him to stop before he crosses the line even more than he has already done. He can blame what happened earlier on the alcohol and apologize to you in the morning and the act committed being minor enough that you forgive him. Tell him to stop before he takes things further to the point you won't forgive him. Wakasa thought that tasting you and touching you for the few minutes he did earlier would of been enough, been enough that he doesn't constantly think about bending you over this damn desk every time he is in here and a guy flirts with you or bending you over his motorcycle every time he takes you for a ride. He thought that now knowing what you taste like and how you felt under his skin would of been enough for him to take care of himself and imagine it was you. But at the same time Wakasa was praying you don't tell him to stop because now that he has tasted you once he knows he won't be able to stop thinking about. Now that hes touched you once he knows if you ever let him get that close to you again he won't be able to stop because he needs it, craves it.

You don't say anything because you don't want him to stop. All you can think about is his calloused hands and his tongue that tasted of his favorite candy. 'What else can his hands and tongue do?' you wonder. "If you don't tell me to stop I don't think I'll be able to sweetheart" Wakasa says the grip on your waist tightening. "Don't stop" you whisper over his lips. The second the sound leaves your mouth Wakasa's lips are on yours. This kiss is different than the first one. Hungrier, more feral, animistic almost. Wakasa grabs the back of your head fisting your hair pulling on it to tilt your head so he can deepen the kiss. You let out a moan when he pulls on your hair giving Wakasa the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. His hand leaves your hair and goes to your neck. You're grabbing onto his shirt pulling him closer. That's all you can think about, closer. How to get him closer to you.

Wakasa understands what your doing and pulls you to the end of the desk closer to him. Your arms go around his neck hands grabbing onto his hair pulling on it. Wakasa moans into your mouth while he grabs the hem of your shirt lifting it. You put your arms up and break the kiss as he removes your shirt throwing it somewhere in the salon to be forgotten about. As soon as your shirt is gone his lips are on yours again. You hand goes underneath his shirt feeling ever bump of his abs and every scar and flaw he has. Though you wouldn't consider them flaws. Wakasa's shirt rises high as you move your hand high and high up his body. Lifting his hands you remove his shirt throwing it to be forgotten just like your own.

Your hand slides lower on his body till you hit the top of his pants. Both hands fumble with his belt. you push yourself off the desk and slide down to your knees kissing down his tones body the lower you do. You undo his pants and start to pull then down. Wakasa grabs your wrist looking down at you "you don't have to" he says you bite your lip and pull your wrist back continuing what you were doing. His cock springs free and you take it in your hand giving it an experimental pump. Licking up the underside to the tip Wakasa throws his head back. Taking him into your mouth you start to bob your head trying to take him down as far as you can without gagging. "oh god" Wakasa says drawing out the words. He grabs onto your head and bucks his hips into you. He pushes your head guiding you and controlling the speed. Wakasas breath hitches "f-fuck" He pulls away before he cums grabbing onto your arms and pulling you up. He pushes you so your back is flat against the desk. He pulls your pants and underwear off throwing them dropping to his knees. "my turn" he says before attaching his mouth to you. He fucks your cunt with his tongue switching to his fingers so he can pat attention to your little nub. He spells his name and draws shapes switching the presser and speed he is giving you. "Waka!" you yell breathlessly grabbing onto his hair trying to ground yourself. "'m gunna-" Wakasa pulls away from you. "cum for me princess" reattaching himself he picks up his speed. your legs start to shake pulling his face closer to you. Your back arches screaming his name. Wakasa continures working you through your high.

Once its too much you start trying to smack him away. He chuckles against you pulling away with your juices dripping down his chin. He stands up and positions himself between your legs licking his fingers. The second his fingers leave his mouth his lips are on yours again tasting yourself during the kiss. You both moan into each others mouths. Wakasa fists himself rubbing between your folds to collect slick you jerk everytime the head of his cock nudges your swollen clit. Slowly pushing into your heat Wakasa has his face shoved in your neck leaving kisses trying to distract you. "'s too much" you whimper nails digging into his shoulder. "I know." he whispers "But my pretty girl can take it, yeah?" You whine holding onto him tighter "You can take it right, princess?" He asks lips hovering over yours "y-yeah" You say as he bottoms out. Wakasa smirts "knew you could pretty girl" He say kissing you.

Wakasa waits a few seconds to make sure you are okay before he starts moving. When he does start moving its slow. Painfully slow. You can whine and can feel Wakasa smiling against your skin. "What's my girl need?" he asks "hmm?" you whine again "Come on use your works for me, princess?" he says "F-faster" you say. Wakasa picks up his speed and starts thrusting faster and harder. He's holding onto your hips so tight you know they are going to bruised in the morning. Your nails scratch his back leaving marks and he groans into your neck and bites on the flesh. "waka!" you yell wrapping your legs around his waist to hold him as close to you as possible.

The only sounds that can be heart are the wet sounds of skin smacking again skins and your moans that are muffled by Wakasa mouth. Wakasa man handles you into flipping onto your belly so you are bent over the desk ass in the air. He slams back into you with such force it sauce you and the desk to move. You yell his name. Wakasa continues to fuck into you as you lay face down on all the business cards and appointment books reminding you you are still at work. But you don't care. The only thing you care about is Wakasa and what he is doing to you. You feel him move your hair and start kissing up your spine to the back of your neck. Your legs are shaking hardly able to hold yourself up. Wakasa slips a hand under you to play with your swollen nub while he abuses your cunt telling you how much of a good girl you are for him and he knew his pretty girl could take him.

Arching your back and pushing your ass back into Wakasa to meet his thrust you come undone yelling his name and gripping the desk under you trying to ground you. Your legs give and wakasa is quick you grab you with one of his arms as he continues to abuse your cunt. His movement grow sloppy and he is groaning and grunting louder with his head laying on your back he asks "where- where do you want it?" without even thinking you you say "inside". Hearing that is all it takes for wakasa to snap painting your gummy walls white and he thinks if he died right now buried in your pussy he could die happy.

You both stay like that for a minute both coming down from your highs breathing evening out. Wakasa is peppering kissing all over your back and shoulders. You can feel his cum start to leak down your thighs when Wakasa slowly stands up and pulls out his softening cock. "I'll get you cleaned up" he says kissing your shoulder one more time before walking away. You roll over and sit up on the desk. Wakasa comes back a minute later and starts to clean up the mess of both of your juices. After he is done he helps you get dressed then dresses himself.

You both clean up the salon and leave. Walking in the parking lot Wakasa offers you a ride home like always you accept on get on his bike with your arms around his waist. He speeds down the road. Once you get to your apartment you invite Wakasa in. Sitting on the couch watching a show neither of you care about Wakasa asks "What are we?"

"What do you mean?" you ask him

"Was that a one time thing? Are we just fucking now? Are we together?" he says whispering the last sentence

"I like you, Wakasa"

"I like you too, (Y/N)" he says sliding closer to you on the couch. "So, will you be my pretty girl for real this time?" he asks

The next day at work you walk in with Wakasa following behind because "I have to make sure my girl is safe before I go". You both notice your boss and two clients looking at you both. You and Wakasa exchange looks confused as to why everyone is staring.

"Finally made him your boyfriend huh, (Y/N)?" your boss asks

"What are you talking about?" you ask confused

"Imaushi. You guys are together now right?"

"How did you know?" you yell at your boss "We just got together a few hours again!"

Your boss and the clients both laugh and your boss points to you and Wakasa. Finally realizing what he was talking about your eyes grow wide. You turn to the mirror to see your neck is stained with purple hair color in the exact shape of Wakasa's hand while his hands are still stained purple.

"Wait, so that's why your hair is purple." Takeomi asks Wakasa with Benkei following behind as they walk into the jewelry store after leaving the Brahman hideout

"Mhm" Wakasa says

"How long ago was that again?" Benkei asks

"Around three years ago I think" Wakasa says walking to the counter

A worker walks up to the three men "Is there anything I can help you gentlemen with?"

"Yeah, do you have any purple engagement rings?" Wakasa asks

This keeps getting deleted for some reason. If I happens again I give up

Also I don't write smut so I know this sucks but for the 7 anons who asked after the ran x hairstylist post here you go. Hope it isn't too shitty(it is)

#tokyo revengers #wakasa imaushi #wakasa tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #wakasa imaushi x reader #mdni #Sanzus-Katana

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