Hanma wasn't the type to just go out and get a decent haircut. Grooming wasn't exactly part of his routine since Kisaki had been hit by the truck.

Even as teens, you never understood why Hanma insisted on following the shorter and weaker boy. Was the adrenaline rush worth it to be some lap dog? Though the more you grew and watched your boyfriend, you could see it wasn't about the rush or the excitement.

Kisaki had understood Hanma on a level no one else seemed to. That need to fight, to prove himself, to be the strongest in the ring. It was all things you couldn't relate to, but Kisaki could. And Hanma needed that.

"Hey." Hanma leaned on the crooked doorway to your shared bedroom. It wasn't a nice apartment, simply what you could afford with the job you had. He scratched at his soaked hair, fresh from a shower, "Come cut my hair. It's getting too long, and I can't stand it."

You looked up from your phone, already bored with his pushy attitude, "You should've asked before you took a shower. If I cut it now, you'll have hair all over you."

"Didn't ask." Hanma walked forward, silent as ever, and leaned across the bed to be in your face, "Come cut my hair."

"Don't say I didn't warn you." The bed creaked as you scooted to the edge to get up. Hanma always got his way. Not because he was ever violent with you, but because you were all he had, and he was all you had. Taking care of each other was second nature, though you never would've thought you'd end up this way with him.