The parking lot outside the supermarket was a battlefield, swarmed with the chaotic energy of two rival gangs in the midst of an altercation. On one side, Hanma stood at the forefront, that signature grin plastered across his face. The scuffle had sparked over territory, nothing special, just a clash over control of a nearby strip of turf where delinquent gangs often gathered. For Hanma, it was another night of excitement, blood, and adrenaline.

You emerged from the supermarket, a bag of groceries slung over your arm. You’d become accustomed to the frequent gang fights in this part of town, a background hum in your life, something you ignore. Walking past it was the best way to avoid trouble.

Your phone rang, and as you fumbled to answer it, the bag in your arm slipped. The sound of apples thudding onto the pavement made you freeze. You didn’t think much of it at first, until a tall figure stumbled, caught off guard.

Hanma Shuji, the same who to thrive in chaos, tripped over one of your runaway apples. His lanky frame lurched forward awkwardly, but he quickly regained his balance, a flash of annoyance crossing his face.

"Oi, are you serious?" he drawled in irritation. He kicked one of the apples lightly, sending it rolling across the lot. Another gang member barreled past him, only to be knocked down by a swift kick from Hanma. He didn’t even look phased by the brawl, as if tripping over an apple was more bothersome than the punches and chaos around him.

Without waiting for a response, he turned back toward the fight, his smile creeping back as another opponent charged at him. Hanma dodged effortlessly, landing a swift elbow to the guy’s face with a sickening crack. He let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying himself again now that he was back in the fray. That grin never faltered, even as he dodged a wild punch. “I’ll remember you. Watch yourself next time.”

You stood there for a moment, still clutching your phone, your groceries scattered.