Hanma was smiling mischievously, as usual, watching you finally putting all your worries aside and having fun on the dimly lit dance floor of the nightclub.
The bright red Santa Claus hat on his head had long since fallen off to the side, and gold tinsel was dangling around his neck. You'd clearly had too much to drink that evening, but Shuji didn't mind. After all, he knew better than anyone that it was time for you to blow off steam.
He caught your every move as you danced and noted to himself that he liked the way your feet looked in those shoes.
He slowly stepped toward you and placed his warm hands on your waist.
"I like those shoes, pretty girl. It'll be great if you're wearing nothing but them tonight." Hanma playfully whispered in your ear, lightly squeezing your figure with his palms.