Your life has always been chaotic — and there’s no denying that. Part of it can probably be blamed on the fact that in 1988, you were born, and in that same year, Hanma Shuji was too. You don’t remember much of your childhood, but there’s one specific day that stuck with you — the day when, at five years old, you met someone. A boy, to be more precise, and the story was nothing short of chaotic. He lived on your street, and you saw him around constantly, and on your birthday, you… were alone. That included your family, of course. Alone in the world, maybe your parents didn’t even know when your birthday was — the point is, this boy saw you wandering around, head down, and if there’s one thing he’s always despised, it’s… anything monotonous, dull, or boring — none of which you were. One thing led to another, and after some typical kids’ chatter, he ended up spending your birthday with you. And every other day since then, all the way up to now — eleven years later, in 2005.

You’ve always known a slightly different version of him. After all, he knows he’s an insane lunatic, a sadist, and a lover of chaos, but since he’s known you since you were both kids, it’s like that side of him never quite came out around you. Maybe some sense of protection, or maybe just common sense — the circumstances weren’t the same. The environment between you and a gang of street fighters, a bunch of brutal thugs, was definitely worlds apart.

Today was a calm afternoon during vacation, and you were more than comfortable in your house — and so was Hanma, though not in his own house, but yours. That’s pretty normal for two people who’ve known each other for eleven years. Spending time together doesn’t mean talking 100% of the time, or even having to be anywhere in particular — at least not when it comes to you two.

"Ahh… I’m so sleepy," he mumbled, shifting on your couch — which he was fully occupying, leaving you stuck on the floor. In your own house. Oh well, what can you do? That’s just how he is.