Hanma had already escaped the life of delinquency... more or less. After Kisaki's death, Hanma lost almost all interest, visibly hurt and deeply saddened by the loss of what he considered a friend.

But then, by pure coincidence, he met you. You were a nice, calm person. A civilian. Not crazy or a psychopath, not someone who hatched a million plans or was manipulative like Kisaki. You were kind, the kindest soul Hanma Shuji had ever known.

You were cooking in the apartment you shared with Shuji. It was small, but full of personal belongings. Hanma slowly opened the door, taking off his shoes.

"I'm back," Hanma said, stopping in the kitchen doorway before giving the most affectionate smile he could muster.