#hanma shuuji x reader

[wolfiesmoon]

The greatest gift

it's the most wonderful time of the year as they like to say so how about you recieve the best gift from santa on top of that 😈

this is suggestive perhaps??

Characters featured: mikey, hanma, baji, mitsuya

₊˚⊹♡ Mikey

You were joking when you asked for "Mikey" for christmas. You thought Hina and Emma knew you were joking.

So why the hell was Mikey currently tied up with a christmas ribbon and sitting under the christmas tree in your house, staring back at you with a slight smile?

"Merry christmas."

"I- HUH?!" you quickly covered your mouth, not wanting to be too loud at midnight. "Mikey, why are you in my house?" you whisper yelled.

"Emma and Hina jumped me." was his comically simple response. Well, it would be comically simple if Mikey didn't scare the living crap out of you just a few moments ago.

"That- That doesn't explain anything!" at this point, you've given up with trying to be quiet.

"I can't tell you anything more. I have no idea what's happening either."

"How are you so calm about this anyways?" you walked closer to him, inspecting the tag on the ribbon that said "Merry christmas from Emma and Hina".

"Now that I think of it, it is pretty weird to be kidnapped by your sister."

You're not even going to ask how they managed to get him in here without the keys.

"Well, uhhh... how about I unwrap you...?" you offered awkwardly after a small silence.

"Are you sure you want to do that? You'll unleash the true present by doing that." something... strange flashed behind his dark eyes.

"...What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing. ♡"

₊˚⊹♡ Hanma

"Merry christmas. ♡" you froze at the sound of his voice.

You were woken up by some weird noise downstairs, quietly walking down to investigate the source. You even took a knife from the kitchen just in case.

But instead of a robber or kidnapper, what you found was Hanma Shuji tied up in a big red ribbon. Smiling at you.

"Don't you merry christmas me." you didn't know what to say or do. You were scared out of your mind just now and that combined with the strange sight in front of you made you at a loss of... anything, really.

"Woah, that's a big knife... What were you going to do with that?˜" he sounded more amused than anything.

"You little... I don't... What is even happening?" you dropped the knife on the ground.

"Someone told me that you want 'Hanma Shuji' for christmas."

"Well, you know what I thought I was going to get for christmas? Kidnapped, that's what!" you yelled, not even caring about how loud you are right now.

"Hahahah, how amusing!" he laughed, seeming very satisfied.

"You won't be saying that after the things I will do to you. You know you can't escape when you're tied up, right?" a smirk crossed your face suddenly. A sense of boldness overtook you.

"Oooh, aren't you bold. ♡" his smile only widened.

₊˚⊹♡ Baji

"No way." you had to do a double take when you saw what you thought you saw.

Turns out this christmas is more interesting than you thought it would be. A present from Toman ended up being Baji Keisuke in the flesh.

"Mmmf!" he's probably telling you to free him right now, which admittedly, is hard to do when your mouth is gagged.

"Wow, this is like, the best present I ever got. I gotta thank the boys later." you walked closer to him, kneeling down and inspecting him in all his tied up glory.

Baji looked half angry half embarrased, and honestly that just made you want to tease him more. You kissed his cheek, smiling cheekily.

"Hmmf..." you laughed a little at his face.

"Mmmf! Hmmm!"

"Okay, okay, I get it, I'll let you out. But that doesn't mean that I'm done with you just yet." you smiled, taking the bow of the ribbon into your hands to untie it.

"Mmm..?!"

₊˚⊹♡ Mitsuya

"Me and Mana have a surprise for you." Luna ran up to you all of a sudden.

"What is it?" you placed your hands on your knees to get closer to Luna's height.

"Wait till christmas." that was Luna's only response before running off to continue playing with Mana.

"Hmmm..." you hummed, a bit confused.

.

"Was this... Luna and Mana's gift?" you looked at the comically large christmas present under the tree. What in the world did those two give you?

You carefully removed the lid of the box, worried about the contents. Only to find Mitsuya inside.

"I- What the hell?" Luna and Mana sure are some evil children.

"I don't know either. Hakkai approached me just now and said "sorry" before wrapping me up and putting me in this box with no further explanation." his eyes never left yours.

"I think I know who's idea this was..." you stepped inside the box, sitting directly across from him. He raised an eyebrow.

"Your little sisters told me something about a surprise for christmas..."

"Oh my god. That explains... a lot." he looked as if he just made a big realisation. You couldn't help but laugh a little at the sight.

You pecked his lips all of a sudden, making him jump slightly. "Tell them thank you later."

"Shouldn't you be thanking them?" he smiled.

"No, I'm sure you'll be the one thanking them tommorow." His eyes widened at your mischevious smirk.

an early christmas present for my mikey, hanma, baji and mitsuya babes 💕

i want to make sure yall are well fed with that christmas dinner this year

[zeltqz]

tenjiku men asking you to open your window to sneak in

Including : Ran, Rindou, Mikey, Sanzu, Hanma, Kokonoi, Kakucho, Izana My first smau 🫣

—Ran & Rindou

—Sanzu & Hanma

—Kokonoi & Izana

—Mikey & Kakucho

[zumistew]

holding their hand

Tokyo revengers boys holding your hand for the first time Pt.2

Includes: Kakucho, Hanma, Ran, Rindou

tags: fluff, flirting, confession, protectiveness??

A/N: I didn’t expect my first story to get many likes so thank you for everyone who interacted ♡♡♡

Kakucho

Kakucho is always kind to you constantly providing you with nice gestures, so when he invited you to get some coffee you didn’t think anything of it.

Since it was nearing Valentine’s Day, the coffee shop had a discount for couples. Kakucho asked if you wanted to put on an act for some discounted food, and of course you agreed because who doesn’t like free food.

The waiter came to the table complementing you with a smile “your girlfriend is extremely beautiful.” “I know she is” he says with a sweet yet cocky smile on his face. You decide to ignore it telling the waiter thankyou and flashing Kakucho a smile because maybe it was just to keep the act up.

After paying the check Kakucho gets up from his side of the booth walking over to your side holding his hand out, you take his hand as he helps you out the booth. “Wow your really putting your all into this act” You say as yall walk out of the shop hand in hand. “It’s not an act stupid” he responds with a slight smile as he opens the shop door for you to exit. “What” you respond as you exit the shop. “I said it’s not an act Y/N” he says before he grabs you by the waist to move you to the side of the sidewalk opposite from the cars.

Hanma

Hanma was a wild card and everyone knew it. He was constantly taunting you and mocking you any chance he got. It was so much to the point that you couldn’t tell when he was being serious or joking.

Although he was crazy you could see he had a heart making himself vulnerable sometimes, you don’t even think he was aware when he was even exposing his true self sometimes.

As you two were walking you end up tripping over your shoes causing you to stumble. “Next time I’ll push you down myself” he say’s chuckling as he looks down at you. “If you push me you’ll regret it…trust me” you say jokingly knowing in the event that he actually pushed you that you would be defenseless.

He shoves you jokingly “now do something” he says smiling.

As you go to shove him back he grabs your wrist while smiling down at you. “Your weak” he says laughing as you give him a slight pout. “You’re not as funny as you think you are” you say with furrowed brows. “You know you enjoy my antics” he says moving his grip down from your wrist to your hand relaxing it in the middle of the two of y’all. “I don’t” you reply monotone but it was obvious you weren’t mad.

Ran

Ran was a lady’s man nobody could deny that. So you never took it seriously whenever he tried to flirt or compliment you.

But this time you were a little unsure. Here he was giving you a bag with a gift. “Open it” he says nonchalantly holding it out for you to grab. “Huh, what’s this?” you ask grabbing it from him taking out the crinkle paper inside. “Thought of you when I saw it” he says with a small smile as his low eyes look down at you with anticipation for your reaction.

You pull out a pearl necklace and a bracelet with the initial “R” dangling from it. “It’s very pretty” you say staring at it with admiration “but I think you left a bracelet for someone else in here stupid” you say thinking he was trying to buy gifts for multiple girls at once. “No I didn’t, it’s yours stupid* he says monotone looking at you with slight amusement. “I’m not stupid, my name doesn’t start with R, you messed up” you say smirking thinking you caught him holding the jewelry out for him to grab. “I know your name doesn’t start with R it’s because mine does” he says taking the jewelry, grabbing your wrist clipping the piece of delicate jewelry onto your wrist.

“Why did you get me this…don’t get me wrong I’m appreciative but why” you say looking up at him as he focuses on the jewelry he’s putting on your wrist. “Because you’re mine Y/N and I want everyone to know it” He smiles at you cockily after he finishes putting the jewelry on your wrist. You look at him a little surprised and suspicious. “Do you have an issue with that” he ask smirking down at you. “No…thanks for the jewelry it’s pretty, I like it” you say with a shy smile. “I know…pretty just like you” he says grabbing your hand.

Rindou

Rindou was your boy best friend. You two had the same humor and often laughed a lot with each other. And you two were now walking home from school together.

As you were walking home from school you looked down at your shoes to notice there untied. “Ugh my shoes keep coming untied” you groan starting to bend down. “Stop” he says lightly grabbing your arm lightly pulling you up. “Let me do it” he says smiling at you as he gets down on one knee. “Put your foot up Y/N” he says patting his thigh. “Oh ok” you say putting your foot on his thigh.

He starts focusing on tying your shoe for you. “You know I could tie it myself” you say looking down at him. “I know but I can’t let you tie your own shoes” he says taking your foot off his thigh as he finishes tying it.

You look at him confused as he stands up. “Why?” You ask him confused. “Because that’s not very gentlemanly” he says smirking at you. “If you say so” you shrug as you continue to walk.

He stops walking and you notice, so you turn around to see why he stopped. “You know Y/N, you’d never have to do anything for yourself if you were with me” he say hands in pockets. “Huh? What are you talking about” you say walking towards him.

“I’m saying that you would never have to lift a finger if you were with me” he says smirking grabbing your hand pulling you closer to him to get his point across. “Are you going to take me up on my offer” he say smirking looking over at you as he continues walking still holding your hand.

Part 1 down here ⇩

[luxthestrange]

TOKREV Incorrect quotes#22 Kitties

Y/n & Takemichi: You have no idea what We're capable of!!

Hanma: Don't take it personally but I feel like I'm being threatened by two angry kitties...

Hanagaki sibs rizz

[honeybleed]

first drabble i ever posted 😭, no warnings but shuji being an asshole n reader handling dat, super suggestive at the end but no smut

word count: 0.8k

"Shuji." You hissed through gritted teeth with your arms crossed.

Spectators were beginning to mill around the ridiculous sight. Shuji purposely hogged the hoop machine as a spoiled child screamed his head off.

The little boy's face was beet red and scrunched up as he stomped his feet.

His hopeless mother was at a loss, she had asked Shuji for a turn but amused at the child's tantrum he gave a simple "nah" with his trademark lazy grin and carried on.

"Babe, I'm almost done. Mkay...?~"

You knew for a fact he was not done. Hanma Shuji was a troll. As long as the child continued, he'd hog the machine longer just to rile him up even more.

"Little squirt ain't even tall enough shoot and he's demanding a turn?" Shuji chuckled. "Kids, I tell ya."

Usually, you humored and brushed off his idiotic behavior. This wasn't the first and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Shuji turned to the bellowing child, his large hand gripping the basketball. He crouched in front of the boy with an arrogant smirk.

"Let's make a deal, buddy. You take this ball from me and I'll clear off. Deal?"

You winced. The child fell for Shuji's wicked grin, but you recognised that smirk all too well.

The kid attempted to snatch the ball from Shuji but he immediately rose to his lanky build and dangled the ball way above the kid's head.

That provoked the crying munchkin even more who hurled himself onto the floor as he kicked his legs and fists, causing Shuji to throw his head back and roar with laughter.

Something in you unleashed.

You pinched Shuji's ear and dragged him down after the kid stormed off with his mother trailing after him.

"You are so EMBARRASSING! I got all dressed up for this date, which may I remind you WE BARELY HAVE and you decide to terrorise a bunch of kids?!" You scolded as you shook him with force. “GROW UP!”

"Babe, quit it! Jesus Christ that fuckin' HURTS!" He whined. "I got it!"

You released your grip and glowered at him.

"Look, I'm sorry. I just can't help it sometimes." He snorted as he sheepishly rubbed the nape of his neck. "You're not mad at me, are ya?"

"And why wouldn't I be?" You seethed. "You tortured that kid for no reason!"

"I was just teaching that little shit a lesson! I saw him bullying them other kids." Shuji protested.

"Oh that just makes it so much better, doesn't it?"

"Really?"

"No! You go apologize to that boy and drop me home!"

"Screw that kid." Shuji said defiantly as he turned his head away and folded his arms.

Shuji was not an easily embarrassed person. He was a fool to many people. The worst fool, a dangerous one.

But gasps and stares ensued as the famed God of Death was being dragged into the burger joint within the arcade by his ear, his enraged girlfriend marching ahead.

You released him as your eyes settled on the same kid and his mother.

"Sorry to bother you." You said with a smile plastered on your face as you faced the mother of the child. "My boyfriend wants to say something to you and your son."

"M'sorry." Shuji muttered under his breath as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Would you mind repeating that, honey?" You said as you pinched his side causing him to straighten up to his wiry frame almost immediately in a saccharinely sweet voice.

"I said...I'm sorry!" Shuji exclaimed, cheeks dusted with pink.

The kid pulled a face and then blew a raspberry at him, rushing away.

"Little fu-"

You swiftly jabbed your heel into Shuji's foot and twisted it before he could curse at the child, causing him to yowl in pain as he jumped up and clutched his foot.

"I'm sorry my boyfriend is a man-child." You sighed, and the timid woman simply gave you an understanding look.

The car ride back was frosty with you refusing to open your mouth to speak to Shuji after the stunt he pulled.

However, you couldn't ignore the shudder that crept up your spine and the gasp that fell from your lips as you felt the large hand fly down to slap your bare thigh and grasp at it.

"You can't stay pissed at me forever y'know." He drawled as his tatted hand began to trail up your skirt.

"I sure as hell can try." You retorted.

"You don't mean that." He said with a greasy smile as he parked in your apartment complex's parking lot and leaned over to bite at your neck.

"Please go to hell." You groaned as you attempted to push him off with little to no avail.

"Baby, c'monnnn..." He murmured against the skin of your throat. "I said sorry to the kid, what else do you want me to do?"

Your resolve was weakening. It's difficult with Shuji. You squinted your eyes shut as he cornered you against the car door, biting your earlobe.

Hands caressing your calves and thighs then sliding his tongue across your neck and collarbone. He'd never let any other girl yell at him or force him to apologize.

Yet he had a soft spot for you and you alone. His girl.

author’s note: yeah some parents kinda just let their kids get dragged yk damn well if that was my kid i’m cussin everybody out 😭😭 idc if he wrong but anyways

[minarinnn]

I saw your requests are open! Could you do Hanma Shuji (any format is fine) where the reader accidentally calls him daddy?

content/trigger warnings: daddy kink, pet names, slight sadism, p in v, afab! reader, praising, mentions of breeding

“DADDY?”

your mind was a haze as you slowly woke up. you groggily opened your eyes, still feeling the lingering effects of a wild night out with your friends. you rolled onto your side and groaned as you saw that your boyfriend, shuji hanma, was lying next to you

shuji was a tall, intimidating man with a muscular build. he was known for being a bit of a troublemaker, but you couldn't deny that his strong and protective demeanor was one of the reasons you were drawn to him

you snuggled closer to shuji and buried your head in his chest, taking comfort in the sound of his steady heartbeat. as you drift back to sleep, you accidentally let out a soft moan, accompanied by a whispered "daddy"

shuji instantly woke up, a stunned expression on his face. "daddy? hm, i like the sound of that" he just looked at you with a slight smirk on his face. as the realization of what you just said sinked in, a wave of embarrassment washed over you. you blushed deeply and began to fumble with your words as you tried to explain yourself. "fuck" you mumble, feeling your face heat up "i didn't mean to call you that, it... it just slipped out"

he placed a hand on your hip and pulled you on top of him. your pantied arousal rubbing against his dick. you could feel the intensity of his eyes, a shiver running through your body

"you didn't mean it, princess?" he pouted, his hands rubbing your ass and his gaze clouded by pure lust. your mind froze in shock for a moment, your face now burning brighter than a tomato. you felt as if the world had stopped moving around you and you could only focus on the man in front of you

you couldn't didn't respond to his question, your mind going blank under his intense gaze. you were now straddling him, your face mere inches from his own

shuji tilted his head to the side and raised one eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. "cat got your tongue?" he teased, his voice low and throaty. his hand rested on your hip and you could feel the heat of his touch searing your skin

you blinked slowly, trying to process what was happening. your heart was racing and your breath was quickening. he pulled you closer to him and his lips found yours, his hands tangling in your hair while a moan escaped your lips

you wasted no time in letting him into your mouth. your tongues swirling around each other while your hips grind on his hard cock, earning a few low grunts from him. his hand makes its way to your cunt, pulling your panties to the side and dipping two of his fingers into your soaking sex

you moan into the kiss, his long fingers reaching places yours could never. you love the feeling of them curling into you just perfectly. making you see stars every time he does scissor motions with them, stretching you out so good for him

you’re so caught up that you don’t even notice when he slips his fingers out of you and begins to rub his hard on on your clit, sending shivers of pleasures through your entire body

“can you moan that f’me?” he panted out, a cheeky grin plastered on his handsome face. “moan- mm,, what out?” you asked, a heavy arousal clouding your mind and your needy cunt desperate for his cock to pound into you. “daddy” he giggled, turning you over so now he’s on top of you “call me daddy while i breed you, ‘kay?”

your eyebrows furrow in embarrassment. “i am not calling you da- ahhh” your sentence was cut off by shuji ramming his entire length into you. the feeling of your walls clenching down on him almost making him cum on the spot. he loved the way your cunt sucked him in and he loved the way your brows furrowed in pain

his thrust were slow but rough, making a choked moan escape your lips every time his balls smacked against your ass. “c’monnn, say it baby” he cooed, his thumb caressing your cheek. “mm, you’re out of mmgh your mind” you spoke, feeling his thrust getting faster everytime you protested

“i’m gonna have you screaming it when i’m done with ya’” he giggled. his thrust were deeper and faster and you could feel his tip kissing your cervix ever so roughly. drool coming down the side of your mouth while you bit your lip as hard as you could, desperately fighting to urge to give in and call him what he wants

the thumb that rested on your cheek made its way to your bottom lip, pulling it down, removing it from the grasps of your teeth. “let me hear those pretty noises, princess” he smiled

the moans left your lips immediately, moaning his name non stop while your nails scratched his back. “say it, c’monnn, say it” he whined, feeling yours and his orgasms close

“fuck,, please daddy” you moaned out, finally giving into his desires. his shit eating grin only widened while his thrust roughened. “fuck that’s so hot,, say it again f’me, c’mon darling” you couldn’t help but fall to his charms and begin chanting out the word ‘daddy’ like a prayer

"just like that baby...there's my good girl, just like that”

© MINARINNN 2023 - please do not plagiarize or upload my content on any social media platform.

[slttygeto]

“I PUT VEGETABLE OIL IN MY CAR” — TR MEN.

featuring: hanma shuji, ryuguji ken.

note: i missed making these. COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN.

HANMA —

when he walks into your shared apartment after not seeing you all day, he’s already confused when he sees the bottles of vegetable oil resting on top of the counter.

“what exactly are you trying to fry?” he questions in a playful tone, removing his jacket and shoes before joining you in the kitchen where you were pretending to stare at the bottle too hard.

“I’m just trying to see if I used the right amount for my car.”

pause.

“you what?” you have to bite the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from laughing. the look of utter shock that paints hanma’s face was priceless but it immediately morphs into a skeptical expression because he knows— he knows you wouldn’t do something like that without asking him or at least telling him you took your car to get the oil changed.

“I changed my car’s oil today.”

“and you used vegetable oil.”

you nod and his face is in his hands for a couple of seconds before he’s pulling them away and staring at you with his intense, golden eyes.

“baby, why didn’t you text me?” he slowly approached you, hands now resting on your shoulders.

“you were busy, so I figured I would take care of it myself.” you beamed up at him and a smile crept up on your face when you took in how he was holding back a grin himself.

“oh doll, you flatter me. always caring about me, huh?”

“always.”

“great, now put that oil back where it was. I know you didn’t change your car’s oil today.” he kisses your lips softly before pulling away and walking to the bathroom.

“but— how did you know!”

“next time try to hide your phone better.” shit, that’s what gave you away.

“so if it wasn’t for my phone, what would you have done?” following him to the bathroom, your eyes took in the many tattoos that adorned the skin of his back as he stripped to get into the shower.

“bought you a new car. are you gonna join me or what?”

how could you say no to that.

DRAKEN —

you didn’t know if this was a good idea. in fact, you didn’t even want to do it. manjiro dared you to prank the man knowing very well he would have a heart attack and your boyfriend’s best friend lived for causing him trouble . even if it meant using you to do it.

“did you hear that? she tried to change her oil today. you should be proud.” mikey mumbled as he sat on a chair near where ken was working and said man immediately raised his head to look at you suspiciously at the mention of you doing anything remotely related to cars and bikes and not coming to him for advice.

“what do you mean?”

“what he means is that I changed my car’s oil. aren’t you proud of me?”

“oh I am, baby. what oil did you use?”

“vegeta-“ before you could even finish your sentence, draken looks up at you with sharp eyes, almost daring you to finish your sentence.

“what?” you feigned confusion and ken almost instantly took notice of the way you sucked in your lips, something you did when you were feeling anxious about something, or perhaps trying to hide something.

“so you put vegetable oil in your car.” draken spoke flatly, unimpressed with your attempt to trick him.

and when you nodded, his bored expression turned into a “you’re really keeping up with your lie?” with one eyebrow raised.

“my baby isn’t stupid,” he said while staring at mikey this time whose face scrunched in fake disgust when he heard his best friend refer to you as “his baby”. meanwhile, you could only try to hide your face to cover your blush and groan a little in frustration.

“you did that on purpose! you knew it would throw us all off!”

“then don’t try to trick me next time.”

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[rubywithecat]

Tokyo revengers boys when you ignore them after one night stand (pt.1)

Mikey

-he almost doesnt recognize you

-when he senses the familiar scent when you passed through him, he couldnt help but turned his head

-"Hey wait" he called out. "do i know you?"

-U frozed. "I dont know you..." u lied. He walked to face you and looked you carefully. U broke the eye contact and excused yourself.

-he grabbed your hand which made your body gravitated toward his chest

-"your a bad liar" his lips nearly toucing yours. "plz dont ignore me. ive been searching u everywhere"

Ran Haitani

-He thought he would just forget you as like he does for many women who he had slept with

-But something about u made him craving u more, maybe cuz of ur innocence (u were a virgin)

- U were going to ur class when u heard a smiliar voice, u quickly hide when u caught a glimpse of him

-he was on his phone and he seemed to like noticed that u hide, he smirked

-"Rindou, I will call u back" he closed his phone and walked toward where u were

-ur heart was beating so fast and u just prayed he would passed through and closed ur eyes

-"Found ya" he whispered, loud enough for u to hear. "U who snaked away from me after i gave u ur first best night ever. Don’t u think it’s a lil bit unfair to me?” he grabbed ur waist as if he could read ur mind about escaping

-"u cant run away from me second time, Miss"

Chifuyu Matsuno

-He tried to forget about what happened that night and didnt even think he could meet u again

-when he saw u at the mall, he was about to call u out but he saw u with a kid, he thought its ur kid

-he didnt try to talk with u anymore cuz he doesnt wanna be a threat to ur marriage or smth

-u also saw him but u were too nervous to go and talk cuz u liked that guy so much “what if he doesn’t remember me? I would just embarrass myself” u whispered to urself

-as u guys parted, u were sad and hopeless

-"hey (kid name), i need to use toilet. dont go anywhere before i come back,okay?' u bent down to the kids height and smiled.

-"Yes” he replied cutely. "Good boy." u told him and go to toilet quickly.

-just a hen u come back, u saw him talking to a guy so u rushed quickly.

-"how old r u?" u could hear slightly. "i am 8" ur nephew answered.

-"what did i tell u (kid name)?Dont talk to random--' u scolded him before realizing that guy

-"he just saved me from some bad guys who tried to steal our shopping bags" ur nephew answered.

"Oh god" u sighed and turned back to him, but dont dare to look at him. "Umm... thank u for saving my nephew..." u said awkwardly.

-He was stunned but he felt relieved and glad that he wasn’t ur son

-U were about to walk away when he started to talk, "Im sure we met before, right?"

-U looked back at him and he was smiling at u and it was not a question. He remembered u and will not let u go anymore

Hanma Shuji

-From the moment he saw u, he couldn’t lie to himself that he fell in love with u

-Whenever he fcks someone he always think about u

-He was pissed that u left him after s*x without even leaving ur number

-He tried his best to forget u

-u didnt expect to meet a one night stand u met last year at the club u work

-Ur not like a stripper or anything like that. U work as a waitress there as u have no choice to pay for ur collage

-U quickly covered ur face as he walked passed through

-"maybe he wont even remember me at all. It was long time ago" u relieved. But then he stopped.

-"Hey" he called u. "Wtf- plz don’t remember me" u mumbled. U dont wanna invlove in gang things so its best to stay away

-"Do u know where are vip rooms?" he asked u

-"Uh— it’s at ur left, sir" U didnt dare to look back and just answered nervously, hoping he doesn’t see ur face

-U stared at u from behind for a sec and then walked away, smoking.

-“U see that girl over there? Bring her to my room” he ordered the waiter

-“Sir, I’m afraid she’s just a waitress and doesn’t do that kind of thing ya know…” the waiter answered, afraid “I- could suggest u the best beautiful stripper in our club. I’m sure u will be satis—“ before he could finish his word, he was punched to the ground.

-“Useless shits” he mumbled as he looked down and wiped the blood strain on his ring “Bring her to me” he said and left as he threw sone cash to the waiter face.

-U entered the dim light room, written “VIP” cuz ur coworker begged u so u empathized him

-“Were u searching for me?” U said impatiently and faked to be confident when u were trembling inside. “Look, just to be clear, im not interested in sleeping with u. I just come to tell u that so plz leave me alone and my coworkers, sir”

-Hanma just laughed helplessly as he finds that cute and as u were about to leave, he tightly hugged u from behind and kissed ur neck, leaving a mark

-“Who said I care whether ur intreated or not?” he smirked. “U were already mine. Don’t u dare run away from me… please?” His voice changed. It was the first time he begged for someone and u also feel that part of u just can’t resist him

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A/N: Hi! Welcome back y’all! <3 So, I have been disappearing for a long time cuz of final exam and now it’s over so I can finally write back and have a lot of ideas that I wanna share with u guys. <3

Sorry for not being able to respond the requests but now that I’m free, I will be open to ur requests again! :*

And I hope u guys like this one and any supports are very much appreciated, loves <33

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[iamfandomtrashandimproud]

Hanma: *gazing at Haitani!Y/N lovingly* She could end my life and I'd thank her 😍

Ran: *walking past him* We'd thank her too

[buccini555]

𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

★ You and Hanma would have to do some school activities at your home, but while you tried to stay focused on your studies, Hanma preferred to be there to tease you and take your concentration off your math tasks.

★ I m a g i n e s.ᐟ

★ 𝑭𝒕. Hanma Shuji

Homework is definitely not something that Hanma would do, despite that, unlike him, you maintained your academic life in an exemplary way and so in front of your study table you had been completing your homework for some time now, sitting in the chair below you, Hanma certainly wouldn't be there to help you study even if you were sitting on his lap at the moment while maintaining your concentration on studying mathematics, on the contrary, Shuji just watched you in total silence with a completely bored look while you were doing it some exercises and calculations, but at the same time, holding your waist firmly with his hands, he forced your hips against his lap at the same time you were still trying to concentrate on solving some mathematical problems, so all your concentration went to few disappearing as Hanma made your body shiver with gentle but firm touches in your belly, under the thin fabric of your skirt, you could feel how "focused" he was at the moment when he at least tried to relieve all that tension by holding you against him.

"Oh? I don't have much patience to wait, in fact, I didn't even want to be waiting." He smirked, shaking his head impatiently, sliding his hands down, holding your thighs and subtly caressing them from bottom to top, eager to see your finish the tasks he was trying to complete.

☆ extreme sexual tension, fem! masturbation mention, fingering, petnames (princess, baby, babygirl), unprotected sex, strong words, submission (reader) not mentioned directly, mention of creampie and pregnancy at the end and I think that's it...

"I won't take long to finish the activities, Hanma, in fact, you should do yours, don't you think about this?" As you "adjusted" yourself on the boy's lap to tease him even more, you said, as you spoke, Hanma's breathing became more deep, making you sure that he would no longer have so much patience in waiting for you to finish studying to start telling you what he was feeling at the moment.

"You're so impatient, Hanma..." You continued studying, ignoring him for a moment, however, not for long, as he made you distracted as his hand traveled down the entire part of your thigh, approaching your crotch and giving you a shiver.

"I'm being patient with you now, if I was that impatient, I'd already be doing what I want to do, baby." Squeezing your leg, he laughed, saying shortly afterwards with the intention of teasing you even more.

"H-hanma... What do you want?" You I questioned in a whisper accompanied by a long sigh, feeling him get closer to your pussy little by little, you moved slowly, staying closer to him while going through the pages of your notebook to solve the next activity.

"Hmm? What's up, princess? I just want to play with you." Hanma stated right after while keeping his hands on you.

"I need to study, baby." Flipping the page of your notebook again, you made your speech, trying to dedicate yourself to studying again even though you were completely excited and felt pressure in your cunt with each of Hanma's touches.

"You can continue studying, I don't want to disturb you, I just... I just want to have some fun with you on my lap, babygirl." He responded in a serious tone, squeezing the inner part of your thigh again and making your breathing begin to become a bit deep.

"God, H-hanma! You always get what you want..." In a low tone, you delivered your line, scolding him.

"Oh, yeah? You know I'm really into you now, don't you? So let me fuck it." Hanma slowly began to touch you while you still remained determined to stay focused on your studies, first, the touches started over your school skirt, then your underwear, at that point concentrating was practically impossible since everything you could feel the same pressure becoming more intense in your pussy, which was already wet, so he held you again, lifting your hips enough to remove your panties, underneath your skirt, Hanma used his fingers on your intimacy masturbating you while you closed your legs.

"Hanma! S-stop... You've already enjoyed it enough." You scolded him again, even though all you wanted at that moment was for him to continue.

"Who let you close your legs for me? Have you lost fucking respect for me, girl?" He spoke without seeming to be joking, making you open your legs again, already impatient, he touched you again, this time more aggressively, Hanma didn't mind using his fingers on your clit and he did so, he liked it, stick their fingers in you, already who was practically addicted to how tight you could be. "Y-yes, cum for me, be a good girl and obey me, babe. Forget those stupid math exercises right now." By going even deeper into your cunt and making you moan. "I want to hear you moan for me, c'mon, baby." He said even more excited by your sweet moans.

"I-I'm almost done, Hanma! Can't you go some time without thinking about sex?" Trying to hold back your own moans by placing your hand under your mouth, you said, panting at the same time asand Hanma continued to masturbate you. "Mmmm... I'm not, let me continue, please, my princess, I'm being good with you." In a low tone, he spoke with a trembling voice, making you start to feel sorry for leaving him waiting as you could feel his dick becoming more and more hard between your legs.

You ignored him again, knowing that it would only make him more determined to fuck you at that moment. "Mm, fuck it, d-damn, H-hanma... D-don't stop." You exclaimed, he didn't stop touching your pussy and with the other hand squeezing your tits, making you no longer able to hide how pleasurable it had become.

"Y-yeah, baby, you look so fucking hot in that short skirt, your body... Y-you... fuck babe, you drive me crazy." He kissed your neck from behind, still intensifying the touch in the way he continued masturbating you until you wet his fingers enough for your liquid to flow, which wouldn't take long to happen. "K-keep it going, please, I-I won't to hold on much longer like this, H-hanma... P-please don't stop." The taller one definitely knew what he was doing, making you moan more and more loudly. "That's it, c'mon, I'm not even starting yet." He responded, feeling the pleasure in your breathless voice at the same time you fell apart in his hand.

"Argh, you're not going to leave me alone until I let you fuck me, is not it, Hanma?" Holding his hand close to you, you questioned him in a teasing tone.

"Ah..." Hanma smiled again when he saw that you wouldn't resist for long. "...I won't leave you alone until I see you begging me to stop fucking you." He responded right away.

"C-continue." You dropped the pen with your shaking hands, leaving your activities aside for a moment.

"I will." Hanma made you face down under the table, lifting your skirt while unzipping your own pants, leaving his dick visible.

"Be a good girl for me, okay? I don't want to have to punish you..." The boy said again, running his dick through your wet cunt making you feel how excited he was before placing it in you.

"...I-I'll be a good girl, P-please, Hanma." His words made you even more needy in the moment and he truly wasn’t going to stop until you couldn’t take it anymore. "P-please, Hanma, be kind to me?" You asked, looking back with a shy smile as you showed off to the boy.

"Beg me, c'mon, my beautiful princess." Hanma isn't very delicate in these situations, so he didn't wait long to start fucking you as he wanted, thrusting into you fast and hard. "Fuck, B-baby, you're so fucking tight." Shuji pulled your hair back with one hand while he held your wrists with the other, the thrusts became increasingly stronger making your legs tremble and lose strength as you felt how pleasurable it was to be fucked by him. "I-I'm yours, fuck it, y-yeah!" As your pussy was fucked with more and more strength, amidst your insistent moans you stated. "Y-you're mine, you're so hot.. Damn, I love fucking you." He stated right away while biting his own lip.

"Look at me, now." After a while, he made you turn around, Hanma picked you up again and put you on the table again. "I told you to fucking look at me!" He kissed you with the tongue right after while holding your neck and continuing to thrust into you."Y-you're being a great girl, lil bitch, ask me to fuck you more, go, right now." He kissed you and pulled your hair again, making sure to hear you moaning his name and continuing to fuck you until you had an orgasm. "H-hanma, I-I can't... I can't take it anymore, I-" Hanma placed his hand over your mouth, making you shut up immediately. "I told you I wouldn't stop anytime soon, you better obey me and let me finish." He said immediately, looking at you with a serious look, paying attention to your flushed face. "This tight pussy is killing me, damn it..." Your cunt leaked as he put more pressure on it, the boy didn't mind going deeper every time he felt your body tremble.

"If you keep going like this I'm going to end up filling you up... Mmm." He wasn't far from reaching his peak, for that reason, he continued increasing the speed of his thrusts while making you tremble, he went deeper and deeper while enjoying your hot and wet intimacy squeezing his fat cock. "S-stop, stop being stupid, Hanma." You exclaimed immediately. "What's up, babygirl? Don't you want to have a baby with me?" He laughed mockingly, still doing everything he could to provoke you and you remained silent trying to look at him with a disapproving look at the same time that you couldn't take it anymore how pleasurable it was to enjoy every inch of him inside you since he was going faster and faster and finally, before finally reaching your limit, he withdrew from inside you, pouring all that cum onto your thigh at the same time as he pulled you into a kiss again.

"Now you can go back to studying." In a brief pause while you sealed your lips, he said maintaining the same mocking tone, then Hanma cleaned up all the mess he made and even organized your materials, still trying hard to help you solve the exercises that remained to be solved.

[atsumwah]

hanma : i'd kill for you ♡

y/n : ...

hanma : please ask me to kill for you

[bontenspretty]

hanma makes you cockwarm him after you’ve been a brat to him all day. he teases you by thumbing your clit and whispering the most nastiest things in your ear. he likes to hear you whine. it makes his dick twitch inside of you and you can feel it because he’s so deep. “see what being a brat gets you, doll?” he asks as he lights up a cigarette, blowing the smoke directly in your face. you whine once more, squirming in his lap. “please, shu..” you beg, “wanna move, wanna cum s’bad..” your nails dig in his shoulders, your eyes glossy from the tears. he thinks you’re cute like this, too cute actually. he chuckles and caresses your cheek with his sin tatted hand, “hm, gonna be a good girl fa’ me fa’ now on?” he asks you. you nod your head, “i’ll be good.. promise, shu!” you say, almost on the verge of crying. he grins and kisses your forehead, “fuck yourself on my cock then, and cum on what’s yours.” he says, slapping your ass as permission to go crazy. and you gladly do just that.

[y-umiko]

TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN YOU CALL THEM BY THEIR FIRST NAME FOR THE FIRST TIME

CHARACTER(S): Ran . Hanma . Baji . Kisaki

WARNING/S: none :/ p.2 Rindou . Mitsuya . Sanzu . Mikey A/n: First time writing for Kisaki :P

Ran Haitani

"Hey, how come you're dating my brother but you're still calling him by his last name? it gets confusing sometimes"

It was a question randomly raised by the younger Haitani, You've known the Haitani brothers simple as the older Haitani and the younger Haitani that it never occurred to you to call them their given name. much less your boyfriend, not even when you call him by his last name and both the Haitani brothers would turn around.

it took you a couple of days to muster the courage to mutter his first name but never find the opportunity to say it. until the perfect opportunity arises.

somehow, Ran woke up on the wrong side of the bed that he decided to ignore you for the rest of the day.

"The cool older Haitani, notice me~" you whined as you poke Ran on his cheeks but receive no response as he continues to scroll through his phone.

"Babe" you continued but Ran continued to act as if you didn't exist. but you didn't give up.

"Sweetheart? Honey?" you continued, listing down words to find the magical password, it reach the point you were already crawled under his arms and were seating down on his lap. but Ran was a patient man.

"my cinnamon roll?"

you let out a sigh as Ran continues to scroll through his phone, actually finding it hard to ignore you, but more than half of him enjoys the nicknames you give blurting out. but he never thought you would grab both his cheeks and forcefully make him look at you.

"Ran" you coaxed so gently, as you stare at his eyes with so much gentleness, it took him a couple of seconds, eyes widening before a blush of red exploded on his cheeks, and seeing his reaction, your cheeks adorned the same color as is.

you attempted to pull back your hands but Ran was quick to stop you, putting his own warm hands on top of yours and nuzzling his cheeks on your palms.

"That's an underhand tactic Y/n" he grinned "I don't mind being called by you like that from now on"

you can't hide the smile on your face as he admits that, while Ran keeps replaying how you said his name so sweetly.

"I guess I should call your younger brother his given name too" you voice out once to Ran who immediately shook his head.

"don't bother, he can be the younger Haitani to you for the rest of his life"

Shuji Hanma

Hanma was called by his last name by everyone around him, considering you never heard someone call him by his first name. calling him by his last name felt so natural that it never crosses your mind.

until Kisaki pointed it out, making you wonder why you never thought about it when Hanma so casually called you by your first name even before you were dating.

Hanma was beating up someone as usual when you saw him again after Kisaki gave you a lot to think about.

"…Shuji" you called out loud to catch his attention, testing how it felt to say his name.

Hanma was midway punching someone when he flinches upon hearing your familiar voice with a somewhat familiar name. he stops midway, to glance back at you, an indescribable expression on his face.

he was only able to snap back to reality when the person he was beating up punch him straight right into the face. but it didn't stop him to knock out his opponent and make his way toward you, a serious glint on his eyes.

"Say it again" he demanded

"What is?" you teasily hum, playfully smirking at his sudden change in attitude, feeling your heart swell up knowing you had the kind of effect on him. but the moment didn't last as Hanma gently grabs both your shoulder to pull you more towards him before leaning down and resting his forehead on yours.

"one more time"

he sighs, while your cheeks feel warmer from the sudden proximity, his eyes telling how serious it is for him.

"Shuji" you let out so gently that his heart fluttered, a rare tint of red on his cheeks as he slid down his head, resting it between your neck and shoulder.

"Haa…you're driving me crazy"

God knows how long he's been waiting for you to say it, It's safe to say that Hanma loves it. a little thanks to Kisaki.

Keisuke Baji

"Hey, how come you're dating Baji-san but you're still calling him by his last name?"

It was a question randomly raised by Chifuyu one afternoon, and no matter how much you rack your brain you were not able to find the answer so you resorted to answering into something childish.

"you've known each other longer than I do but you still call him Baji"

"Hey!"

The conversation ended in playful banter, but Chifuyu's words kept echoing in your mind that you kept practicing on your mind, planning to call him by his first name the next time you saw Baji.

"…Keisuke" you shyly called out, lips parted as you mutter his name as you practiced on your mind a hundred times.

There was a slight flinch from him but Baji acted like nothing happened, naturally stopping what he was doing before your arrival, clearing his throat before answering back.

"what?" he asks, acting indifferent but his flushed cheeks say otherwise. the way his eyes keep darting anywhere but yours, you couldn't help but tease him, curious how far you push him into his limit.

"Keisuke" you called once more, further reddening the captain's cheeks as he quickly turned around to continue tinkering with his prior activities, his back at you as he tries to hide his flustered face, but the red tips of his ears won't fool you.

"Do you need something?" he barely let out, stuttering on the first letter.

"you look so cute do you know that?" you shot back with a laugh, happy with how he reacts to his name, getting more from what you bargained "…Keisuke"

"slow down y/n! my heart can't take anymore!"

Baji feels like his heart is going to explode every time you say his name, but nonetheless he likes hearing it coming from you.

Tetta Kisaki

It never bothered you that you kept calling Kisaki by his last name until it occurred to you that it may be bothering Kisaki, considering you two were dating. you were used to calling him by his last name that you didn't know how to approach the topic to him and just decided to do it when there was a perfect opportunity.

Kisaki was in a mad mood when you came to his office, his eyebrows were furrowed as he slammed his phone down the table before furiously writing on some documents.

"Something happened?" you hesitantly voice out as you slowly close the door behind you. Kisaki let out a sigh calming himself down.

"Just some things not going the way I intend it to be" he mumbled, briefly stopping writing before continuing once again.

you stare at his appearance, and he was obviously tired and tense. so being a good lover you walk towards Kisaki, plant yourself behind him, and let your hands wander on his shoulder, massaging his tense muscles.

Kisaki breathes out and loosens under your touch as your fingers rub the tense muscles on his shoulder. seeing that Kisaki calmed down, you felt like it was an opportunity to try out voicing out the name you mumbled on your mind countless times.

"you shouldn't push yourself too much, you're working too hard Kisa-...Tetta"

suddenly his whole body tenses as he drops the pen he was holding, before reaching a hand up to hold yours on his shoulder. letting out a breath as he grips your hand before he turns around, putting your hand up to his cheeks.

"say it once again" he mumbled as he looks up at you, and the vulnerability in his eyes has you blurting his name once again, this time more softly, causing a smile to appear on his lips.

"I knew it" he mumbles "hearing you say my name would sound so good" 

"I'm sorry, it took me long enough" you timidly apologized, But Kisaki didn't mind it because it was worth all the wait.

[shujilovedive]

'Under The Bleachers'

Shuji Hanma x College Cheerleader Reader

part I / part II

description: After years of bullying and harrasment at the hands of Shuji Hanma, he finally get's what he's wanted out of you all a long. Just don't fight back too much and maybe it'll be enjoyable.

cw: sexual assault (not Hanma) , cumplay, creampie, unprotected sex, Hanma's toxic and twisted, trauma, reader is treated shitty, blood, murder.

notes: inspired by Gwi-nam from all of us are dead.

Twelve Years Ago

“Stop! Get it away from me!” Tears spurted from your eyes as you backed up, tripping over the grass and your pretty afternoon dress that your mother had warned you not to play in.

“Oh, come on! It’s not gonna hurt you!” Hanma laughed, advancing towards you, hands clasped over something you could only imagine was some kind of disgusting bug. Even at nine years old, Hanma was still tall for his age, standing a good four to five inches above you. You wanted to call out for your mom or dad, but you knew Hanma would just laugh at you even more. 

“Hanma! Stop!”. Some adult should have heard your cries. Some adult should have stopped Hanma Shuji, either back then when he was just a little kid or now. But they didn’t and they won’t.

Hanma opened his hands and made a tossing motion at you, watching as you screamed and fell onto the ground, shaking your limbs and crying out of fear. Tears blurred your vision as you shook your dress and tried to find whatever he had thrown at you.

“Hay- It was just a joke…Calm down.” Hanma stared down at your shaking form, opening his hands. “I didn’t even have anything.” He looked amused by your state of fear, looking down at you as if you were inferior to him.

Your cries softened as he spoke, body still trembling, heart attempting to slow down inside of your chest. “I hate you! Leave me alone!”

Suddenly he knelt down, rolling his eyes in amusement as he watched you shake in fear. “You’re such a big baby. Stop cryin’ come here.” He opened up his arm’s to invite you into a hug with a sheepish grin.

You stared at him with teary, blurred eyes, not completely trusting of him. Crawling forward, you hugged the young boy, crying into his shoulder.

“Don’t do that ever again!”

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Present

“Shit, baby…”, Hanma groaned, thrusting his cock up into your warm cunt, leaning his head back in response to the way your walls sucked him in. You leaned forward, using the handlebars of his motorbike to steady yourself, head hanging low as you panted, condensation causing your breath to be visible in the harsh cold air. Yet your body was still hot, due to your prior cheerleading performance and the way Hanma was working your pretty body. 

Hanma just couldn’t help himself, seeing you bounce around in your cute skirt with that adorable, pride filled smile that he loved so much. He hated football, so he deserved a reward for coming to these dumb games anyway. And he took that reward in form of fucking you behind the stadium on his motorcycle bike, dim sky obscuring the two of you from sight. 

He had pulled the side of your under shorts and panties to the side without problem, allowing you to melt on his cock like usual. He leaned down, his torso leaning over yours  as he began to kiss the back of your neck, nudging your soft skin with his nose. “Shh…you don’t wanna attract attention do you? I’m starting to think you like the idea of getting caught.” He taunted you as you moaned, still pressing his lips against your neck. You might have hated Hanma Shuji, but you couldn’t lie, he knew just how to work your body. You had been told sex wasn’t all it was made out to be by others, but you had a hard time agreeing when Hanma was so fucking good at it. 

“Hanma…”, You moaned under your breathe, closing your eyes as an orgasm rolled over your body, filling you with serotonin. Hanma continued to fuck in and out of you, rhythm becoming messy and disgruntled as he reached his own orgasm, cumming inside of you. Everytime he did this, it made you anxious, fear of pregnancy haunting you for the next few days. But Hanma assured you it was okay because of your birth control, and after morning pills. Even then though, your boyfriend would go to the store and buy pills, a pregnancy test and whatever else you wanted to make you feel better.

“Why, Hanma…”,You sounded stressed and  scared as you rested your head on the handle bars of his motorcycle. “Shhh…it’ll be okay, baby.” He kissed your neck over and over, letting go of your panties and shorts, allowing his cum to seep out of you into your panties. “I’ll go to the store tomorrow morning, don’t worry your pretty little head.” He squeezed your waist, kissing the skin of your neck one more time before slowly climbing off his motorcycle. “Let’s go home, okay?” you knew he didn’t actually mean your own home but you felt gross and longed to take a long warm shower.

Things had changed. You told yourself that they had changed for the better. They had to have changed for the better. No longer were you and your friends harassed or stalked, no longer were you forced into compromising positions against your will….well, kind of. You had traded years of torture and misery at the tattooed hands of Shuji Hanma away, in exchange for some sorry toxic excuse of a relationship.

Your friends were of course shocked when you told them you were dating your own tormenter. They didn’t understand and you continued to brush off their questions, trying to pretend it was your decision. 

You wrapped your arms tight around his waist, pressing your cold cheek to his back as he lit the engine up on his motorcycle and drifted onto the road.You had become used to being a passenger on Hanma’s motorcycle, even though at first you had practically begged him not to make you ride it. Not only did you not trust motorcycles, but you didn’t trust Hanma. Yet, here you were now, face flushed against his jacket as your hair waved around wildly in the wind and the fabric of your clothes caught the breeze. Hanma had pointed out your habit of squeezing him as tight as you could as if he was going to fly away and that was true, even now your arms were locked around him in a death grip. 

The bright neon lights of the city were something you weren’t very accustomed to, being more of a country girl. But ever since you had begun to date Hanma, he often brought you into the different districts of Tokyo. Filled with people, vendors, traffic and shops, you could never run out of things to do there. And maybe you could have found some enjoyment in it, if the person you were with wasn’t Shuji Hanma, who lived in the crappiest part of the city.

He drifted between cars, making you close your eyes in an effort to not see just how close you got to the passing vehicles, fingering gripping tightly into the front of Hanma’s jacket.

Hanma loved taking you out on motorcycle rides and this was one of the main reasons, you had no choice but to put all your trust in him. The feeling of your body pressed flush against him, squirming and adjusting yourself when he stopped at a stop light. He liked to turn his head to look back at you, seeing the uncertain and doe-like look you would give him. Your eyebrows would furrow up at him, arms loosening until the switch of the light to green, uncomfortable with the stickiness between your legs, then your arms would once again tighten around his waist.

Of course, Hanma has always loved motorcycle rides, but you made it all the more enjoyable. 

He turned down a now familiar, grungie alleyway, coming to a stop behind the huge trash bin and kicking the lock into place. You waited for him to get off , arms falling away  from his waist before following, lifting your leg over the seat and onto the ground. Hanma chained the bike up quietly,leaning it against the concrete wall before sticking his hands in his pockets and leading the way farther down the alley.

The two of you approached a rickety looking door and Hanma pulled a dull key out of his pocket, clicking open the door and pushing it forward. You could barely call the place an apartment since the man who owned it was supposedly dead. When Hanma told you that, you had chosen not to ask anymore questions. But now the place was Hanma’s, decorated with posters and records, an ashtray or two, some empty cans of beer and energy drinks. The first time Hanma had brought you here, you remember being uncomfortable, fearful of the shady area it was in. Hanma had almost been the only source of comfort you had at that time and unlike how you were quick to avoid his advances, that night you were grateful for the way he wrapped his arm around you, settling you into his side. But you learned quickly that when you were with Hanma, no one who knew him would mess with you, or even speak to you. And the few poor guys who had, didn’t leave without permanent injury.

You dropped your bag in the corner like usual, kicking your shoes off and eyeing a pair of your panties that were hanging over his sofa chair. It probably needed a wash…and maybe some holy water at this point. Hanma went straight to the bathroom and you pulled off the jacket he had put on you, slinging it over the jacket hanger before crawling onto his bed. The bed was a double, comfy enough for a convict with fluffy enough sheets. You had brought one or two of your own blankets to remind you of home when you slept over but they smelt of him now.

“I’m going to run the shower for us.” Hanma’s head poked out from the bathroom, landing on your huddled form on the bed. You couldn’t help the soft sigh under your breathe, having hoped you’d get a bit of alone time without Shuji hovering over you. “Sounds good.”

But Hanma knew you better and he stepped out of the bathroom and leaned against the door frame, eyeing you. “Would you rather wash up by yourself? With the leftover cold water that I leave for you? Go ahead. You can stay out here and wait for me to finish. Listen to the neighbors fuck each other shitless through those paper thin walls. And the stray’s scratchin’ at the door.” 

If Hanma was good at anything, it was forcing you to do things you didn’t want, either by manipulation or threats. You didn’t want to shower in cold water, obviously. And you definitely didn’t wanna sit alone in his dingy apartment, paranoid and uncomfortable. As much as you disliked your ‘boyfriend’, he made you feel secure. And you hated it.

“No, I don’t want that. I’m just tired, that's all- I wanna shower with you.” You insisted, climbing off the bed and grabbing at the bottom of your cheer top and pulling it up.

Hanma pretended to ponder, tapping on the frame of the doorway before nodding. “Thought so.” Then he disappeared back into the bathroom and the sound of rushing water echoed into the apartment.

You repeated your soft sigh before stripping your skirt off and tossing them on his bed. Being naked in front of Hanma was always hard, sometimes you had no reaction, he had seen you like this many times. Then other times, your mind would fill with the memories of him forcing your clothes off before and after you started dating. And you found yourself freezing up like you had done so long ago. Hanma had become a bit more accepting of these moments, he knew he had probably broken you a bit. So he tried to be patient, soothing you the best he could with hushed encouragement and praise. But if you needed it, he had helped you out of your clothes before.

Cum filled panties and your bra came off next and soon you were stark naked and walking towards the bathroom. One thing you always felt ashamed about was the way you had begun to ogle Hanma. His muscular form, his long hands, his sharp jawline. You hated him, but there was no denying that he was a sight for sore eyes. You watched as he lifted his shirt off and his back muscles flexed, the way he rolled his shoulders had you breathless for a moment. Thankfully, he was too busy undoing his pants to notice your stares and you shook yourself out of it before slipping past him, visible in the mirror to him, to get in the shower.

The water was always too hot when you showered with Hanma, he would turn the temperature almost to the max and treated it like it was a cool stream of water. Meanwhile, you cowered to the side of the shower, water splashing on you and burning your skin. Luckily, Hanma’s tall form slipped into the shower and the water began to bounce off of his back as he sheltered you from the burning spray of the shower. 

The two of you were silent for a while, Hanma’s hair flattening against his head as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the steamy water running down his skin. You just watched him, leaning against the wall of the shower, slowly getting used to the heat and the steam that swam around the room. After a little bit, Hanma opened his eyes, sharp golden orbs lowering down to your wet form, watching how quick you were to cover your chest. He could only snort, already used to the way you hid yourself from him, no matter how many times he would strip you naked and fuck you until the only word you could say, was ‘Hanma’. He knew he should feel bad for continuously forcing you to expose yourself to him, even if you didn’t want to, either by manipulation or force. But to him, the way you seemed to forget how much you despised him and clung onto him during and after sex, was worth it to him. 

But he didn’t know just how insecure you were when he did this to you, like a reminder of the other times he had traumatized you, humiliating you in front of his friends. It might have not been the same situation, but you experienced that same emotion from those memories every time he pressured you.

“Come here.” He motioned towards himself before taking a step forward, knowing you weren’t going to listen. You remained tense with your lower arms crossed over your chest as your boyfriend grabbed onto your upper arms and pulled you closer to him, under the steaming water. He grabbed a rag and began to clean up between your legs, your own arms holding onto him for balance as he leaned over to do so. He then stood up and one hand began to repeat a circular rubbing motion on your skin as the other grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the shower rack. 

You rubbed a new soapy rag into his bicep, eyes glancing up between his arm and the way he was watching you with warm eyes, obviously pleased with your show of ‘affection’. Meanwhile he continued to rub shampoo into your scalp, watching how your eyes became hazy. 

“Tomorrow you are gonna come out with me, I got a few things to do and we are going to spend some time downtown.” You hated the idea, knowing how dangerous downtown was, even if you were with Hanma. You wanted to go home and pretend he didn’t exist for a while. But what Hanma said, usually went, so you just agreed with him.

“Okay..”, You mumbled, rubbing the soap across his chest now, lightly ogling him again. He rolled his shoulders slightly, watching the way your eyes trailed along his body. He had a  few scars here and there from fights, but he was absolutely toned, all his defined muscles flexed every time he moved and he knew you had a slight staring problem. “You’re my girlfriend, ya know. You can touch me if you want.” He leaned down, voice resembling a purr as he bent slightly over you. You pulled the rag away and cowered away from his form slightly, “No! Stop teasing me.” You snapped, feeling ashamed as he cackled above you. 

Hanma washed your hair out then his own before insisting on scrubbing you down. Once you were both finished, the two of you climbed out of the showers, drying yourself off and preparing for bed. The football game had drained you, you hadn’t been getting enough practice lately which made the routines even harder and the ‘routine’ you had to perform for Hanma after left you exhausted. 

You collapsed into Hanma’s bed after pulling one of his shirts on, the smell of him engulfing your every sense as you began to fix his blanket on top of you. Hanma himself pulled on a pair of sweatpants before climbing into bed behind you, his arms immediately pulling you flush into him. The two of your sleeping habits had become entwined, the usual spooning routine would take place every night. You had always cuddled with your stuffed animals, imagining you had someone to cuddle with and even if it was Hanma…you couldn’t make yourself hate it. He was warm and would usually rest his knee between your legs and bury his face in the back of your neck. 

You were absolutely beat at this point and had begun to let drift off in his muscular arms, when suddenly Hanma squeezed your waist, “I have a question.” 

You didn’t bother opening your eyes, instead making a small humming sound to indicate you were listening. Hoping it would be a simple question that you could answer, then he would leave you alone and let you sleep. 

“Would you care if I cheated on you?” You could practically hear the way he was grinning, lips brushing against your ear. Your eyes opened up in reaction to the question, furrowing your eyebrows, hand still resting over his.“Well..ya? Cheating is wrong, I’d be pissed.” you murmured, staring off at the wall near your side of the bed.

“But you hate me, don’t you? So why would you care?”

Your eyes furrowed even deeper, realizing what he was saying. “Because! It would….are you thinking about cheating on me?”

He chuckled softly in your ear, “Of course not, I was just wondering…Would you cheat on me?”

“No.” Was your immediate answer and this pleased Hanma who kissed the side of your neck softly, squeezing you close

“What would you do if I cheated on you?” You said after a while, even though you knew you probably wouldn’t be fond of how he answered.

Hanma hummed softly, thinking. “I’d probably kill the guy.”

“Hanma!”

“What? You wanted to know. I don’t care who he is, if he’s my friend or even my best friend.” He laughed, “Hell, even if it’s Kisaki.” Hanma had talked about Kisaki before and you had realized just how highly he thought of him. If he wasn’t with you, forcing you to follow him around and stick by his side, he was with Kisaki.

“I’d rip him limb from limb.”

You didn’t doubt Hanma would kill someone for you, you knew enough about your boyfriend to know that violence was commonplace for him and he treated all the dangerous activities he partook in like an afternoon picnic. You were just hoping you’d never have to be involved in any of Hanma’s gang related affairs, you’d rather stay slightly oblivious to it. Though it was hard to ignore the blood that would stain his clothes on occasion. 

“..Can we sleep now?” Your voice sounded slightly aggravated and Hanma grinned, kissing the back of your head. He took pride in how easily it was for him to annoy you, poking all your buttons. It was just too easy for him. Especially when you acted like you had no feelings for him,  when he knew you did. 

“Ya, Ya. Goodnight, doll.”

“Goodnight Hanma.”

When you awoke, Hanma wasn’t in bed anymore, his keys, phone and usual choice of jacket gone from their usual spots. You rolled over to his side of the bed, sighing and grabbing his pillow, holding it to your chest. Maybe you did despise Hanma Shuji as a human being, but your fight and passion had dwindled, leaving a dormant spot inside of you waiting to be filled up. He was all you had left, wasn’t he? Your family rarely spoke to you, you had been missing practices after practice because of your boyfriend. He had consumed your life. So was it that crazy that when he was gone, it felt wrong? You buried your face in his pillow, sighing softly. You hated when he left you alone in this dirty ‘apartment’.

The doorknob clicked after a few minutes and Hanma stepped back inside, his hair now dry and styled into his normal look, plastic shopping bags in his hands. He shut the door behind him and looked at you as you let go of his pillow, sitting up to meet his gaze. “Cuddling with my pillow?” He teased, setting the bags on his bed before pulling his jacket off and tossing it on a nearby chair. 

Ignoring his teasing, you crawled towards the bags and began to sift through them, grabbing the box of morning after pills and prying them open. Hanma began to sift through the bags as well as you climbed off the bed and over to his tiny little kitchen area, pouring yourself a cup of water and downing one of the pills. 

Hanma grinned as he stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing one hand flush to your stomach. “Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you accidentally got pregnant, I’d kill to see you all pretty and round with my kid.”

‘You’re the worst, stop it.”  You snapped, pushing his hand away and moving away from him back to the bed, the idea of getting pregnant with Hanma’s kid making you feel ill.

“You feelin’ sick? You don’t look too good. You know what that’s a symptom of.”

“Hanma, stop!” You suddenly snapped at him, anger clear in your eyes as you crawled back into the bed. “I hate when you cum in me, it’s scary!” You shouted.

Hanma stared at you for a moment, seeming to consider what you were saying, remaining calm like he always seemed to when you got upset. After a second, he walked over to the bed and sat down, looking at you with a bit of a mocking look. “I’ll stop doin’ it if it upsets you that much.”

“It does.”

“Then I won’t do it anymore.” He tossed his hands up a bit before crawling towards you and pulling you close to him, ignoring the way you huffed and tried to wiggle out of his grasp. “I won’t do it anymore, okay? I’ll pull out, I’ll use protection, if it’ll make you feel better. Shit.” 

“It would..’ You stopped fighting him, muttering your words as you laid on your side, his arms around your waist.

“Then that settles it, come on. Don’t be so crabby, I just like teasing you.”  The two of you remained quiet after this exchange, Hanma holding you in his arms as you slowly felt your irritation and anxiety begin to fade, placing your hands over his and laying your head on the bed. “You promise?”

You don’t know why you asked this since Hanma had never broken a promise to you before, when he said he was going to do something, he always did it. It was one of his only redeeming qualities.

“Ya, I promise.” He murmured, kissing the top of your head before sitting up a bit and leaning over you to grab one of the plastic bags. “I bought something for you that I thought you could wear today.” 

You watched him lift up the shirt, still laying slightly under him as he leaned over you. It was a cropped t-shirt that showed a bit of cleavage, bright pink with a pretty y2k like gemstone design on the front. Hanma had a certain taste that you had come to realize over time, always a bit slutty, always a bit cute. He liked showing you off, knowing no one else could have you. You can’t say it was your favorite design ever but you nodded, considering he had bought it for you. “Sure.” 

He grinned and dropped the shirt, running his fingers through your hair for a moment.

“Let’s get ready.”

You walked hand in hand with your convict boyfriend down the grubby streets of downtown. You stuck out like a sore thumb with that pretty skirt of yours and the crop top that Hanma had picked out for you. Hanma’s hands were sizeable compared to yours, hiding your hands inside of his. The stares you received from passing men made you uncomfortable but Hanma barely seemed to react as he led you along. You almost prayed for their sake that they didn’t try anything, knowing Hanma would beat them shitless and be in a shitty mood for the next few hours.

“Let’s go in here.” Hanma spoke after a while of walking, stopping at what looked like a small convenience store with glowing red bead lights and a flashing open sign.

The two of you had been out for awhile now and it was starting to get slightly dark outside, stopping at little shops and even taking a moment for Hanma to socialize with a friend or two. He held the door open and allowed you to walk in before following, hand still clasped in yours. The store was full of the normal types of snacks you’d find around Tokyo, but there were also a few other things from different countries around the world.

“I’m gonna look around.” You said, looking at your tall boyfriend who nodded, letting go of your hand. “Go ahead.” 

The store only had two isles and was relatively small, so Hanma didn’t mind allowing you to wander off. He approached the cash register and began to motion towards the cigarettes he wanted at the cashier as he fished into his pockets. You walked along the small aisle, looking at all the small snacks and drinks from different cultures. You were pretty hesitant to try anything, not being able to read some of the titles or ingredients inside of them. 

“Grab whatever you want.” Hanma spoke without looking at you, pulling yen out of his wallet and beginning to sort through it. You bit your lip and made your last minute decision, walking back to the cash register and setting down some kind of Taiwanese jelly cup onto the table. Hanma looked down at it before nodding, “Grab me one too.”

The two of you exited the shop and you began to peel open the lid of your jelly cup, while Hanma wrapped an arm around your waist since he couldn’t hold your hand. You had noticed this about Hanma, he seemed fond of always having a hand on you at all times. It was very uncomfortable in the beginning of the relationship, the way his hand would linger on your thigh or back, but you had gotten used to it over time. You unwrapped the spoon you had grabbed from the store, dipping it inside the cup and bringing it to your lips, while Hanma watched you out of the corner of his eye. It tasted sweet, with that hint of coconut you had expected. After you swallowed the first two bites, you noticed the way Hanma was watching you. “What..?” You looked confused before sticking your spoon into the cup and bringing a bite of jelly up to his face.

He looked amused, laughing and giving you a gentle squeeze. “I was just admirin’ my girl.” That didn’t stop him from taking the bite of jelly off the spoon, not wanting to let such an opportunity go to waste. “You should feed me more often, it’s cute. Unless you want me to feed you.”  

“No.” You replied quickly, stuffing your spoon back inside your jelly cup and looking down as the two of you approached a crosswalk. “Whatever.” He shrugged, rolling his eyes as the two of you waited for your turn to cross the road. “You did it pretty naturally though, so you don’t have to act like you didn’t want to.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, stabbing at your jelly a bit.

The light turned green and Hanma led you across the street towards a bar that he frequented, one that you had shown a dislike to more than once. Everytime you had gone inside, you could smell the alcohol in the air and felt the  eyes of the grubby men watching you inside of the cramped space. You especially didn’t want to have to go in today considering what you were wearing. One hand holding your jelly cup with the spoon in it, you grabbed Hanma’s arm, stopping him in his place. He looked back at you, seemingly annoyed, knowing you were gonna complain about going inside.

“I don’t want to go in, it makes me uncomfortable.” You pleaded, fingers gripping around the fabric of his jacket. He sighed, eyes rolling into the back of his head again as he looked down at his beloved girlfriend. “You kiddin’ me? Never once has anything happened to you in there, I’ve kept you safe every time. I just want some lunch and a drink, why do you have to be such a big baby about this every time.” He insulted, looking down at you with what seemed like disdain. It hurt. It shouldn’t have since you expected this kind of treatment from Hanma, but he usually wasn’t this sour with you. 

“I know..but it still makes me really uncomfortable, they all stare at me.” You murmured, glancing into the dim window where tables and tables of men, drinking and laughing sat in a very tight space. “Damnit…”, Hanma rolled his shoulders slightly, jaw clenching as he pulled his arm away from your waist, grabbing your wrist.

“Please just let me wait outside!”, You pleaded, feeling the way he began to drag you towards the door. He glanced back at you, looking at the way your eyes began to water. It wasn’t him making you cry either, it was your fear of the men inside. That annoyed him even more. “Fine, don’t move an inch. Got it? I’ll be back in a minute.” He let go of your wrist, tossing his hand lazily into the air before pushing open the door and going inside. And just like that, an afternoon out with Hanma that had seemed to be going okay, was ruined.

You stood outside the door, watching his shadowy figure through the window disappear into the clumps of people. You felt an anxiety similar to being a little kid, your mother leaving you in the waiting room at the dentist for the first time, or getting lost in the store away from your parents. A sinking dread that you fought, knowing it would escalate into panic if you didn’t control it. You gripped your jelly cup in your hand, watching your breathe in the cold air and wishing Hanma had left you his jacket. 

Men and women passed in front of you down the sidewalk, some glancing your way while others ignored you completely. What was really two minutes felt like an eternity and you kept glancing inside, hoping you’d see the tall figure of Hanma approaching the door.

“Hay, look at you.” A voice came from your right and you turned your head to look at a group of three men exiting the sketchy alleyway next to the store. They looked sufficiently drunk, cigarettes in their dirty hands, eyes glued to your figure. “What a pretty face, you out here by yourself, sweetheart?” The man who had first spoken stepped closer to you, scruff lining his jaw, seemingly uncut and unwashed for what looked like awhile. Behind him stood a skinnier guy with down turned eyes while the third wore a beanie pulled over his head. Your heart began racing in your chest, this being exactly what you had feared would happen if you came down town.

They all wore the same jackets that looked to be some kind of gang apparel, script written down the sides. A blatant sign of danger, that would tell the normal person to avoid someone like these men at all times. “No- my boyfriends inside. I’m sorry.” You lifted your hands, backing up towards the door and getting ready to grab the handle when the man who spoke to you first, grabbed your wrist and tugged you away from it.

“That’s stupid of him, leaving a pretty thing like you out here. But lucky for us, huh?” The scent of whiskey filled your nostrils and you quickly began trying to pull away, shrieks escaping your parted lips. “Shut up.” His hand clasped over your lips and with the help of his friends, he began to drag you away from the bar and down the alleyway.

The man with the stubble shoved you against the dirty brick walk of the back of the store, having dragged you a fair good way away from the entrance to the building. “Isn’t very often we get a cute girl like you wandering around here, easy to snatch off the streets. Your boyfriend must be real fuckin’ stupid.”  He pressed your cheek hard against the wall, dragging your skin against the hard brick. You cried out loudly, too filled with fear and shock to even think of calling out for help. “Shut up, bitch.” One of the men from behind you slapped your rear hard before grabbing the fabric of your skirt and tearing it down your legs. You felt sick, the familiar feeling of your first time with Hanma and all the times he had taken advantage of you before coming back, but seemingly ten times worse. Cries of pain left your lips, another hand slapped over your mouth, muffling your voice from echoing down the alleyway. 

“Let’s make this shit quick before someone comes, get her on the ground.” The first man instructed and the man with the beanie complied, shoving you into the concrete. You immediately felt someone climb on top of your, harsh hands grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head, not bothering to cover up your cries anymore as one of the other men got on his knees and tugged your panties down. 

You began to hyperventilate as the sound of unzipping pants informed you of what was about to come, tears dripping onto the concrete as you squeezed your eyes closed, hoping it would all end quickly.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” Hanma’s familiar voice brought you back to reality, your eyes shooting open to watch your delinquent boyfriend stalk down the alleyway towards the three men, you still struggling under the first one. You had never seen him look so terrifying before, his face was dark, unspeakable anger written across it. His voice sounded unusually deep and filled with malice, yet it never sounded more comforting. You squirmed forward as the man on top of you began to stand up, seemingly rushed and panicked. You looked back in confusion, watching the faces of the gangsters contort into looks of absolute horror. 

“It’s the fuckin reaper..”, The tall man spurt out, his voice cracking as he backed up. You couldn’t even begin to understand what was happening as these men who had seconds ago been so confident and brutal, were now cowering away from your boyfriend.

“Shit, dude. We didn’t know she was your girl. Fuck!” The first guy pleaded. Hanma didn’t seem to even hear them as he stepped past your trembling form towards them. He was going to kill them.

Suddenly the man in the beanie grabbed onto what seemed to be an empty beer bottle on the floor of the alley and slung it in your direction while yelling, “Run!”

Hanma spun around in an almost frantic movement as the bottle slammed on the ground next to you, shattering into pieces. Within seconds he was on the ground, kneeling in the glass next to your trembling form as the three men took off out of the alleyway, quick footsteps echoing out in the distance.

“Hanma!”, Your sobs were broken and so was your breathing, hands over your head as your arms stung, one of two pieces of glass having found your skin. “Fuckin’ stupid!”, Hanma bellowed, causing you to flinch away in fear, his arms flying down to grab your trembling form and pull you into his arms. You sobbed loudly, face halfway pressed into his chest as he struggled to pull your skirt and panties back up. “Not you, you’re not fuckin’ stupid.” He said quickly, hand bringing your face to his chest. You couldn’t properly speak, words coming out in blubbers and stammers. The only word you could clearly get out was Hanma’s name, which you took to repeating. He stroked your hair shakily as he stood up, clutching you to his body. “I’m sorry.” Was his replies to your cries, holding you tightly against him as he began to make his way out of the alleyway with your trembling form in his arms.

Your halfway empty jelly cup sat on the floor of the alleyway, nearly being stepped on by Hanma as he carried you away.

By the time the two of you arrived back at his apartment, Hanma was deadly silent. He didn’t speak a word as he used tweezers to pull the glass from your skin, ignoring your cries as he pressed alcohol into the wounds. You still couldn’t speak, now that things were semi calm, you were having a hard time registering what had happened in your mind. He grabbed some bandaids from his cabinet, holding you still as he pressed them onto your cuts, grip on your firm and unnecessarily tight.

“Hanma.” You repeated, throat clenching in emotion.

“Stop.” Hanma finally spoke, seemingly being driven crazy by you repeating his name over and over. He felt absolutely furious, at himself, at those men, and somewhat at your for not listening to him. He couldn’t take listening to you say his name over and over, to him it sounded like you were blaming him, repeating his name like he was the only one who could protect you. He was and he should have. He had failed and he didn’t know how to cope with it.

You whimpered in response, a heavy sob leaving your mouth as he scooped you up into his arms again. “Stay here, don’t move a inch. Don’t call anyone, don’t even look outside.” Hanma muttered, laying you onto his bed. That’s what he had told you before, not to move and inch, it made him all the more angry.

“But-.”

“Don’t fucking go anywhere, you just be quiet. Got it?” He snapped at you as he grabbed his motorcycle keys from their hanger, throwing open the door and slamming it behind him, locking it in place. The sound of a motorcycle revving up followed not much later.

Then you were alone. That was the last thing you wanted to be right now. Hanma had left you, again. You began to sob even harder, burying your face into the blankets of the bed and screaming into them. Fear couldn’t even describe how you felt, you were desperate. You needed Hanma, why couldn’t he understand that? You had done nothing but repeated his name for over an hour now and yet he had abandoned you inside of his crummy apartment. 

Minutes turned into hours and your hope that told you Hanma would be back soon began to dwindle. It was three hours later when you finally  heard the door to the apartment open and your boyfriend stepped inside.

“Hanma?...” You whispered, crawling towards the side of the bed, eyes widening in fear as the color of his clothes was revealed in the light. Hanma was covered in blood, his shirt, knuckles, and face. Everywhere.  He looked tired, walking towards the bathroom for a moment and leaning on the doorway. 

You went to say his name again but you instead bit your lip, not wanting to anger him again. He sauntered into the bathroom and at the same time, you slowly got off the bed and approached the open bathroom door. Hanma was leaning on the bathroom counter, blood coated his clothing and knuckles, the look on his face was disgruntled and unfocused as he stared down at the sink. You stood there quietly for a moment, waiting for him to move or give you some kind of acknowledgment. But he didn’t. And so you slowly walked behind him and pried open one of the bathroom cabinets, doing your best to sort through the unorganized products lining the shelves. You grabbed onto some bandages, a slightly used bottle of antibiotic ointment, alcohol, anything that you thought could be used. 

Hanma still wasn’t looking at you, he was staring at the sink like before, eyes focused on what seemed to be nothing at all.

“Shuji…please sit down.” You spoke softly, aware of how your voice seemed to tremble. Who could blame you, you had been through a horrifying ideal today and Hanma was acting uncharacteristically quiet. He slowly looked up from the sink, turning his head to look at you with dark, cold eyes. “You afraid of me?”

You clutched the bottle of rubbing alcohol tightly in your hand, hands trembling at your sides. “Ya…”, You murmured, eyes drawn to red liquid drying on his clothes. His jaw clenched and he tossed his head to the side before turning towards you completely, “You should be.” He said simply before brushing past your shaking form and sitting down on the lid of the toilet, sighing and clasping his hands between his legs.You slowly turned around to look at him, feeling relieved now that he was sitting down. 

You got down onto your knees, looking up at him with shaky hands. “Can I wash your hands?” 

You continued to run the bloody rag through the sink before kneeling next to his quiet form again, gently brushing and dabbing the rag over his bruised and cut knuckles. Everyonce in a while he would flinch in pain, but remained quiet as he watched you with emotionless eyes. You didn’t know what to say to him. Part of you didn’t wanna know what he had done while he was gone, and part of you was now upset with him for leaving you the way he had. Then you were also scared, scared of him and how he was acting. He never acted like this with you, it was unusual and terrifying to say the least. 

You chewed on your bottom lip as you started unwrapping the roll of bandages, pulling your skin from the fabric every time it got stuck. Hanma’s hands, despite the traumatizing evening, we’re completely still now. You took one in your hand and slowly began to wrap the bandage around his knuckles.

“What happened?” You broke the long lasting silence, glancing up at your boyfriend who was still looking down at you. He shrugged his tense shoulders, looking away from you as he rolled his neck. “I killed them.”

Your hands came to a stop around his, holding the end of the bandage you were wrapping around him in a shaky hand. You could have assumed that was what had happened, especially after what he had told you the night before. He seemed to be willing to do anything for you, even if you didn’t want it. And you certainly didn’t want the death of three men in your conscience, even if they were monsters. 

“I recognized the gang they were in so I paid them a visit.” Hanma grabbed the last bit of bandage in your now frozen hand, finishing on his first hand treatment. “They got what they deserved.”

You wanted to disagree, to say you didn’t want him killing someone because of you, but Hanma was territorial. And men who took advantage of women like that….they probably would have done it again if not to you. So maybe they did deserve it..but hadn’t Hanma done the same to you? How was it any different? Because he had coerced you into it? 

You stayed silent for a second, before speaking your mind. “You’re a hypocrite Hanma.”

You don’t know where you got the bravery to say something like that to him, especially when he had been acting so off all night. You sounded kind of like your old self, full of pride and resistance when it came to Hanma’s harassment and advances on you. But you were angry with Hanma, despite the way you were nursing his wounds and taking care of him. Not only had he left you alone when you needed him to fulfill his own selfish needs, but he was guilty of the exact thing he had killed those men for.

You didn’t wanna look up at Hanma’s face after confronting him, scared of the way he would be staring down at you with anger and disdain. But Hanma didn't react that way at all. Instead, he began to laugh. You glared up at him, watching that stone cold expression turn into one of uncontrolled amusement. His lips turned upwards in a bursting grin as he cackled, reaching out with his bandaged hand to rub your head. You pulled away, anger clear on your face. “It’s not funny! You are just as bad as them! You took advantage of me!” You shouted at him, yet it didn’t change the expression on his face.

“You think I’m not aware of that? Of course I am! But it doesn’t matter, they don’t deserve it because of what they did. They deserve it because they did it to you. And no one touches or hurts what's mine, except me.” He continued to laugh, almost mocking you as you began to tear up, disgusted and hurt by Hanma’s delusional thinking.

“You’re crazy!”You sounded unbelievably distressed as you shakely stood up, tears ready to burst from your eyes. “You don’t even care about how much distress it causes me! You don’t even care about me! You just see me as a possession! They tried to rape me and you act like some territorial dog. This is why I hate you!”. Hanma’s laughter ceased and he went deadly quiet once again. Your heart began to pace wildly as he stood up, quickly backing away from his tall form.

“You don’t know anything about how I feel for you. You think I don’t care about your distress? You're dead wrong. I only care about your distress, that’s the thing. I don’t care about anyone else's suffering, they can kill themselves for all I care. Doesn’t matter to me, gorgeous.” You tried to avoid the bandaged hand that flew towards your wrist, but you failed to move quick enough. His fingers gripped your wrist, pulling you back to him. 

“You aren’t a possession to me, but you are mine. Maybe you are right, I do act like a dog and maybe I am a hypocrite. Think of me how you want, hate me if you want. But we both know you can’t survive without me at this point. You’re dependent on me and in return I’ll take care of you.”

It felt like he was just spouting words at this point. Tears burst from your eyes as you began to cry. He was right, you were dependent on him. You couldn’t stand being away from him for too long and deep inside you had begun to crave his affection and adoration. No one had ever shown you the type of romantic love he had, everyone else avoided you because of him. But you couldn't stand being alone, not anymore.. You hated him, but yet you wanted him so bad. 

“You know I’ve loved you since we were kids, right? Can you blame me for being so protective of you? I look at you, crying and terrified and I see that little girl I used to pick on. I’d rip out someone's heart if they hurt her.”

“But you hurt me! Hanma! You're twisted!”, You cried, pulling on your wrist.

He stared down at you, jaw clenching. You could tell your words were having somewhat of an effect on him. As much as he said he didn’t care about you disliking him, it truly bothered him. Ever since he was young he’d imagined you and him being together, joking around together and truly loving each other. But he had burnt that bridge, yet he refused to admit it or let it go.

“You can love me, it’ll make it easier. No one will love you the way I do. No one has ever loved you the way I do.”

Your throat tightened and you began to cry even harder, you hated fighting like this with Hanma. It took everything in you to stand up for yourself like this, it was exhausting. You had given up on arguing and pushing him away for a reason, even if it broke your spirit,  it was so much easier to just let him have his way.

“Hanma..”, You sobbed, stepping forward and burying your face into his chest. He took no time in wrapping his arms around you, letting go of your wrist and cradling you close to him. Pleased with the way you had given up on fighting with him.

“I’m sorry, okay? Will that make you feel better? I feel bad for making you cry.” He muttered into your ear as wet tears slid down your cheeks, the scent of iron filling your nose due to the crusted blood on his clothes. But that didn’t stop you from clinging tightly to him. 

“Why’d you leave me here alone after-,” You gasped, breathing quickening as you looked up at him, tears and snot running down your face. “I needed you, I needed you and you weren't there.”

Hanma’s face dropped completely as he looked away from you, eyes drifting up above your head. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking or if he was thinking at all. Did he care? You had a hard time imagining that, Hanma rarely showed any type of deep, genuine emotion other than affection towards you. Never had you seen him cry or ever get sad over something. Anger or disdain was his go to emotion.

One of Hanma’s hands came up to hold the back of your head, he was being very  unusually gentle, fingers slowly slipping into your hair and massaging your scalp. 

“Shit….” He pursed his lips, a look of regret and slight guilt washing over his face. It was a look you had never seen before, he didn’t seem to know how to react. Hanma wasn’t great at taking care of others, at least not emotionally. He was trying his best with you though, trying his best for you. But he was selfish, he had always been selfish, that’s what it had taken for him to survive his whole life. He had never considered anyone else’s feelings, he couldn’t help the way he would sometimes return to his old ways.

“I didn’t think about it…”, He muttered, slowly looking back down at your quivering bottom lip and red eyes. “I was just angry- I thought that maybe giving them what they deserved would make you feel better.” he muttered, frowning as you shook your head back and forth.

“I just wanted you to hold me-“. Your breath began to  quicken and Hanma tightened his hold on you, squeezing you close. You gagged slightly against the dried blood on his fabric but he didn’t seem to notice. “I will, I’m here. Okay? I’m sorry.” he clenched his jaw as his words did nothing to calm your breathing.

“Lets just shower and get in bed, okay? We both need to clean up. Then I’ll take care of you in return for you taking care of me.” 

The two of you took a quick, silent shower, and Hanma finished bandaging up his other hand while you sat on the lid of the toilet nearby, not wanting to go far from him, even if it was just the other room. Hanma helped slip you into your pajamas, grimacing at the forming bruises on your wrists, ass and knees. He didn’t regret murdering those men, he’d do it ten times over. He didn’t understand why it didn’t make you feel better.

You crawled in bed as he put on a pair of sweatpants, watching him with tired and somber eyes. You were trying not to think of what had happened to you and the way Hanma had reacted to all of it. How he had left you outside the bar and afterwards when he brought you home. It was all so wrong, he had reacted so inappropriately. Yet, that didn’t stop you from crawling into his arms as he got in bed, deciding to cuddle up to him this time instead of the usual spooning routine. You needed some kind of comfort, even if the one providing it was Hanma. 

It didn’t take long for the soft cries to return as you hid yourself in his body, he stroked your hair softly in response, not knowing what else to do. He felt like he had failed slightly, in protecting you. But what if you had just listened to him in the first place, like he had told you to. Was it his fault? If you had just stayed by his side…instead of waiting outside, you wouldn’t have been grabbed by those men.

 He would never let that happen ever again.

Neither of you fell asleep for the next few hours.Your cries eventually quieted down as you stayed unmoving in his warm embrace. Mind replaying what had happened to you no matter how hard you tried to fight the thoughts. They bullied their way into your mind, filling you with dread and sorrow and you began to blame yourself. T had just gone inside with Hanma like he had told you to in the first place, if you had just listened to him, you’d probably be eating some of his shitty take out with him right now in bed. He’d tease you until your face was red with anger then joke around with you till you couldn’t hold in your laughs anymore. Lips turning into a slight smile when he pointed out the way the corners of them were trembling. You’d do anything for those semi normal nights now, you felt like you had taken them for granted. Because this night was hell and sleep seemed impossible.

 The only thing that kept you from falling apart completely was your hypocritical boyfriend.

Shuji Hanma. You hated him. Yet, you loved him. The saying ‘two sides of the same coin’ was beginning to sound more and more true in your mind.