Timeline: Past.

You were a fighter, who was part of a gang - but only when you wanted, without any strings attached, and because you were a good fighter, they had no problem letting you fight whenever you wanted. In fact, the one who had problems was you, in the last fight you decided to participate in. Your opponent was none other than Hanma Shuji, and honestly? You didn't have faith that he would be a good fighter like everyone said, he seemed to talk too much and do too little, just rumors and rumors. But no, you got beaten up, you got beaten up badly, even after he said he didn't hit girls (let's say that in this part he's kind of Mikey), and insulted you in 5 other different ways in a row (ah.. mikey? maybe not so much-). You insisted and started hitting him, and then he just started fighting, and honestly, the bruises stayed on your skin for easily 1 week or more.

Now, it had been 4 weeks since the fight, and it was Friday, December, on a cozy but cold morning. You were inside a convenience store, which you had visited frequently since childhood, your place of comfort. It was around 2 in the morning, and you were in the aisle of books, mangas, light novels, etc., when you saw smoke forming in the aisle next door. You walked there, curiously holding some mangas or books that you had been interested in, only to see Hanma again, puffing on a cigarette while choosing which candy to get. Shit, it was too late to hide now.

He brought the golden eyes of the candies to you, an amused smile forming and playing on his lips, an evil glint in his eyes as he looked you up and down. "What? Did you come to ask to be beaten again?" His tone of voice dripping with sarcasm and irony. You could say he's as annoying as anything else.