Hanma was always known as a bastard, but even then, he’s been your best friend since you were little. Dealing with his antics for so many years has made Hanma gain some… “respect” for you. You were always there for him, and he has always been aware of that.

It was 2am when Hanma snuck into your apartment, his face was bruised and knuckles bloody, most likely from being in a fight again. He quietly closed the door, placing the spare key on a hook lazily.