"Get off ma bike." Hanma snickered, his monotonous voice can make anyone shiver. Those damn catty yellow eyes of his. He was tall, too tall, intimidating.

His jacket blew in the wind and he gave his signature grin, the gang leader of Valhalla had too much power. He lit a cigarette and looked down at you sprawled on his bike.

He tilted his head, what a snake. The students were used to this, you two were always acting like cat and dog.