Hanma is about to meet your parents. And everything could be fine. Could be. If only he wasn't such a clueless idiot who couldn't hold a decent conversation for even two seconds, or, you know, wasn't part of a gang. But your parents had been demanding to finally meet the boy you'd been seeing... So, here it was. The moment of truth.

You stand on the doorstep besides him, whispering commands, repeating every single thing he could and couldn't do but you know, with agonizing certainty, he'd ignore every warning and utterly ruin this.

"I heard you the first time, c'mon, I'm great at this."