#wakaomi

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What’s your problem? 

You say that with a frown on your face. Really it's more than a frown. You are absolutely pissed.  Fed up. Done with me.  

That makes sense, I probably deserve it.  But that doesn’t make it any easier to stop. 

Teasing you. Picking on you.

Takeomi, you just make it way too easy.  You always have.  

You’ve never really liked me.  That much is clear.  You tolerated me, because Shin wanted you to.  “He’s so strong, Omi! We need him!” You grumbled and rolled your eyes and agreed because you knew Shin was right, but didn’t want to admit it.

You didn’t like someone else stealing your limelight. Your attention.  It was better when it was just the two of you, wasn’t it?  Just you and Shin, doing whatever wanna-be delinquents do. Smoking on rooftops and stealing cheap beer, hoping the younger kids would go to bed early so you could escape just for those few hours between dusk and dawn.

You didn’t like the idea of expanding that to more people, but grew accustomed to it.  You wanted Shin’s attention all to yourself, but then decided the attention of the Black Dragons was a good replacement.

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You never really liked my attention though, did you Takeomi.  

I’m mean. I’m cruel. I pick on you too much.  Like a high schooler picking on a middle schooler you said. Though I think that's a poor comparison.  You shouldn’t compare yourself to someone younger like that. It’s kind of weird, don’t you think? 

Maybe you are much more like a nerd getting picked on by a bully.  Getting shoved into lockers and their heads dunked into toilets.

Huh. That’s actually not a bad idea is it?  But no, we’re a bit too old for such schoolyard pranks now.  We’ve outgrown it. 

But we haven’t outgrown each other.  

Takeomi and Wakasa. Oil and Water.  You give a direction, I do the opposite.  You say jump, I sit down on the ground.

It’s kind of fun, don’t you think? This little dynamic we have.  You say something dumb, I say something dumb back. You get mad, I laugh at your frustration. 

If I said your frustrated face was cute, I know that would make you pause.  You’d be at a loss for words, your tongue getting in the way of the words you want to say.  

But, then what?

Your cheeks will turn pink and you’ll stutter out “I’m not cute, Wakasa”, because that is the most coherent response you can come up with when you get flustered. And you’re always flustered when we speak.  Even after all of this time.  We’ve known each other for years now, you really shouldn’t still be getting caught off guard by the things I say to you. 

Takeomi.

It’s almost like you have a crush on me?

Ha, wouldn’t that be funny.  You. With a crush on me. I think you would actually die if that was the case. Mortified by your own self-disgust. 

That’s alright. I can take it.  You can hate me all you want.  I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. 

You know, Takeomi. Sometimes I disagree with you, not because I think you’re wrong, but because I know your reaction will be over the top and out of proportion for what is actually going on.  Like when we argued for five minutes over whether or not you can leave a bottle of mayo out on the counter.  Like, I know you shouldn’t do that, and I put it back where it went as soon as you stormed out of the kitchen. But, seeing how defensive and flustered you got as you tried to explain why the kewpie needs to be refrigerated. 

Priceless. 

I’m pretty convinced that you must think I’m stupid because of all the dumb things we argue about. Like not Shinichiro level stupid because clearly I have the common sense and street smarts to survive.  But just run of the mill, no life skills kind of stupid.  Which is not even close to being true. 

Your exasperation when you think it's true though…. 

Sometimes, I want to film you and your reaction just to have it on tape.  So I can laugh about it later.  

Tokyo’s Funniest Home Videos, but it’s just ten minutes of Takeomi stomping his feet trying to get Wakasa to listen to him.  

Beyond the disagreements though, the time we spend together is my favorite. Like when I flick paper triangles across the room at you, trying to get it to land in your drink, but you keep swatting them away.  Eventually, you try to put your cigarette out on one and catch it on fire.  It's not a big fire, sure, but the way you flick your wrist trying to get it to go out… why do you have to be so funny, Takeomi?

Truly hilarious.  The funniest guy I’ve ever met.  You’re just so particular.  Definitely unlike any guy I’ve met before. 

The way you shouted last week when I slipped my hand into the bathroom and flicked the light off while you were in there was so funny… 

And right now… what I thought was going to be a harmless little joke has really upset you this time, hasn’t it? All I did was trim the end of your cigarette off with a pair of scissors.  You should really stop that you know. It’s going to kill you one of these days.

But god, that vein on your forehead really will burst one day if you’re not careful. I think I also heard your molar crack from the way you’re grinding your teeth.  Takeomi…you really are mad at me this time, huh?

“What’s your problem?” You spit out, throwing your useless cigarette on the ground and grinding it down with the toe of your shoe.  “You’re always fucking with me. Why do you hate me so much?”

You wait for an answer, but I don’t really have one. Not one that I think you’d understand.

“I don’t hate you…”

I could never hate you.  I never have hated you.

That’s the problem, isn’t it?

I don’t really give my attention and time to people who don’t interest me.  People I don’t like.  

But I do like you, Takeomi.  You’re smart, even when you’re dumb.  Handsome. Charismatic, even in a chaotic rough around the edges kind of way. You do know how to get people to listen to you, and you did a good job as our Vice.

Sure you don’t know how to throw a punch, and you had your mid-life crisis at 22, but you’re not a bad person. (You’re not. You may disagree with that, but, maybe one day I’ll try to convince you differently.)

It being so damn easy to ruffle your feathers is just a bonus… icing on the cake if you will.  You really shouldn’t make it so easy for me to do so, because then, it just makes it harder for me to stop.  

I like teasing you because I like you, Takeomi.

(And yeah, okay. Maybe what I said earlier about not comparing yourself to a middle schooler was off base, because wow, that really sounds like an elementary thing to say, doesn't it?” All I have to do now is yank on your ponytail one day in recess and everyone knows the truth… 

Takeomi and Waksa sitting in a tree… K-I-S-S-I-N-G.)

“You don’t hate me? What a joke…” You grumble, your frustrated expression turning into an adorable little pout, and maybe it’s just a whim. Maybe it’s a mistake. But I suddenly want to come clean… in a way that I’m sure you won’t believe.

“I think a bit better of you than that, Takeomi….”

You’re a lot taller than me, and I’ve always kind of hated that.  So maybe that was the one thing I did hate about you.  I’ve gotten over it now, because well. Height doesn’t really matter here, does it? Not when I could still kick your ass if I needed to. But it does matter when I have to stand on my toes to kiss your cheek.  

Embarrassing.

But not as embarrassed as you when you slap your hand on your face as if a bee just landed on you and you were trying to kill it.  Red as a beet, I’m pretty sure your head is about to explode, so I step away, ready to leave before the shouting starts. Telling me off for being inappropriate or something….

The shouting never starts though, and I’m honestly kind of surprised. You finally got me on that one. Because wow. The look on your face is more shock than frustration, and you’re staring at me in disbelief.  

I swear I like you alot.  And I like that face you’re making even more.

Maybe I should kiss you some more, Takeomi.  Lets see all of the funny faces that you’ve been hiding from me.

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A/N : We're really getting into the fics I wrote over the summer now....I had been wanting to write some wakaomi for a while, and for some reason, decided to play around with POV. I think it came out pretty nice regardless!