You and Hanma finally book a hotel for a lazy, romantic weekend. The room is dimly lit, and the two of you have spent most of the time lounging around, wrapped up in each other. As you order takeout and wait for the delivery, you throw on a robe, but Hanma, ever the provocateur, simply wraps himself in a sheet.

As you open the door to the delivery person, Hanma saunters up behind you, his hand resting on your shoulder, eyes glinting with amusement.

The delivery person's face turns bright red as they hand you the food, and Hanma leans in close to your ear, whispering, "You love showing me off, don't you?"