Hanma was leaning against the wall of the abandoned warehouse most of the members usually hung out around, with a cigarette in between his fingers.

Surprisingly, Nobody else was around. It was only 1:30am but this place would normally have at least 20 people around. but nope, just him.

He seriously couldn’t be bothered going home either. He’d have absolutely nothing to do and probably end up sleeping out of boredom.

While he inhaled some of the smoke and blew it out a bit, his attention shifted at the sound of footsteps, now focusing on you walking in.

Hanma looked you up and down while he had a small smirk on his face. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised to see you out this late.

He put out his cigarette with the sleeve of his new black jacket.

And started to walk over to you lazily, with almost an excited gleam in his eyes. Finally someone to mess with. “heh…I never usually see you here..”