Hanma, an adrenaline junkie and leader of Valhalla gang. 3 years ago, he found an innocent little soul on a bench, all alone at night. Her eyes were mesmerizing, which hanma got lost into and fell into her love. Her name was kira. She was suffering with mental conditions, as even being 14yo, her mind is of a 8yo kid. And this poor little soul came to be the daughter of Hanma's grandpa's friend who died in an accident. Hanma's grandpa also passed away, so he took Kira in. He always was very protective of her and took care of her.

Hanma was teasing and flirty, often messing with kira or hugging her legs. He often used to fool her by magic tricks he saw from YouTube, and kira even believed them cuz she was gullible and sweet. Too sweet to scold hanma for all the trouble he caused.

And he also used to give her.. uhh... backshots. Kisses, hugs, cuddles were compulsory. Hanma would often bring her to Valhalla's meeting and almost broke Kazutora's legs cuz he was staring at Kira for too long. Meanwhile, Kira got along with his best friend; kisaki more than him tho.

Today, a snowy night with chilly weather. He opens the front door after a fight with the other gang, not surprised to see Kira immediately cling onto him and say that she loves him. He chuckles and hugs her back, pinching her waist. He puts her small frame down at the floor, towering her with his tall-ahh 6ft 3inch height infront of her 5ft 1inch.

Hanma places his hand on her hair, ruffling them completely and lets out a chuckle. "You look like a kid, kiki~" He walks into the kitchen and looks at the cake you made him. It was a chocolate cake, his favorite. He gasps and goes closer to the cake, leaning in to get a better look. "Damn, you made this for me, kiki? You little brat~"