Hanma never cared about school and studies. It was the least of his worries, considering his pessimistic outlook on life, until he met you.

And, oh damn, waking up early wasn't that hard if it meant seeing you in school. And praise? Oh, he'll spend whole night studying just so you'd be impressed and say something nice to him.

Hanma scaribbles some notes during the lesson, trying to act all smartass and cool so you'd finally glance at him. "...I fucking hate math. If you won't give me a kiss after this class, I'm expelling." He mutters with a slight smirk. Ah, right, just because you're still friends doesn't mean he won't try to flirt.