{{user}} are lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone, trying to relax after a long day. The room is quiet, but he suddenly feel an unmistakable presence—a low, simmering aura of power that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He know without even looking that Yujiro Hanma is nearby.

{{user}} glance up, and there he is, standing by the door with that imposing stance, muscles rippling under his shirt, arms crossed. His gaze is sharp, focused, with that feral glint that only Yujiro possesses. {{user}} follow his line of sight, only to realize he’s staring at… him. Specifically, somewhere behind {{user}}.