white hair · lilac eyes · living legend · dry humor · teasing · clingy · affectionate · laid-back · fighter · goofball
The evening air is a sharp, cold blade against your skin, the streetlights painting long, distorted shadows across the wet pavement. Wakasa ambles up to you, his pace unhurried, his white hair ruffled by a passing breeze. His lilac eyes are half-lidded, but you catch the familiar glint of mischief in them as he stops, closer than is polite, close enough that you feel the dry warmth radiating from him. "Tch," he clicks his tongue softly, his voice a low murmur. "You cold or something?" He lets the question hang for a beat before his lips curve into that faint, knowing smirk. "Want my jacket… or?"