Not like that before. (Hanma shuji) 🚬
Mr hanma is..changing. (This is what I imagine he was like in the og timeline when bad toman just started-yk he was somewhat young, maybe 23,24-basically before what they show in the anime but after his teenage self. Hehe.) not proofread Sowwy.
Hanma shujis new apartment was pretty nice. Upon entering the building, the floors were white marble, the a/c was on full blast..hell there was even a guard at the door. Well, this is what dirty money buys-it’s nothing surprising. You take the elevator a few floors up-he was lazy, told you to come over instead of picking you up..said he had ‘business-but you’re a smart girl you’ll figure it out’..
Once you find his door, number 27A,(which he left unlocked for some reason)-you let yourself in, to he met with more marble, this time it’s darker, the lights are yellow but dim, it doesn’t help the suns setting-the place almost looks golden. Yet you can’t see (or hear him) There’s no way this bastard isn’t home after he told you to come over. After the ordeal of shutting the door, taking off your jacket, and glancing around, you head to the room with the ajar door-for once, quietly, not even calling him.
Just the scent near the door tells you he’s in there. You half assed knock on the door, which is more like a tap then go in. Quickly your eyes meet the stacks of cash on the cheetah print sheets, rubber bands tossed carelessly-some money stacked and some just stuffed in a duffel bag..what the hell was this guy doing.
‘You just gonna stand there starin’?’-Your head snaps to the direction of his voice. You have to physically stop yourself from gasping..Since when was he so…swole?? His back was so damn….muscular. Like he could throw someone through a wall-or be the damn wall himself. He notices your face light up like you just saw a crate of kitties.
‘your back looks insane…’-you murmur in awe, trying not to break out in giggle like a school girl as you come near him. Sure the past month or two have been rough, he hasn’t been hitting you up as much, either sleeping or has ‘business’-affection being reduced to just a kiss or two and a side hug..You know he was busy, But what the hell?? Who becomes so jacked like that without notice? What the hell does kisaki have him doing? you scoff playfully and rest your fingertips over the muscles on his upper back, sliding them down slowly before glancing at his face. ‘Why are you so damn..jacked..’
‘yeah? Jacked? You like it?’ He murmurs for once, not bellowing in your face or laughing like a hyena..
‘baby I looove…’ It didn’t help that his skin was embellished with dark ink, over his back, going up to his jugular and back down to his forearms-then of course the kanji on his hands. He lifts his arm a little to show you his biceps..When you first got together, he was lean, strong, but lean-the type of lean where you could see his bones gently poking out. But now, there was just, muscle everywhere..
‘what’s the matter, pretty? Finish-‘
‘shh’-you shush him, needing a silent moment with those biceps of his.
‘you look fucking mean…I-‘ You cut yourself off to giggle a little like a little girl..Those biceps were anyone’s dream..
He chuckles with you, just because you are..His hands gently come down to hold you-not tight but firm, holding you in place by your upper arms so he can look at you properly..His hands are warm. ‘what’s gotten into you huh? crazy chick…You take somethin’? He glances around your face to check.
Your eyes meet his. ‘Nothing…’m just excited-you’re so jacked it’s actually kinda disgusting..’
He laughs and scoffs at the same time-it crooked. ‘The fuck kinda compliment is that? You complainin’ or what.. Seemed pretty into it a few moments ago..’ He’s pleasantly confused..you look like you’re about to fall to your knees.
‘nothin’…let’s just go-you promised me a nice date, remember?’
‘Course I do but, So fast?..Not gonna compliment me some more? Feels good-‘
‘shuji..im being for real.’-God knows you can’t handle looking at it anymore..it’s only 7pm..He chuckles at your whining.
‘okay okay..jeez, no need to be a brat, I’m goin’..’ He chuckles and slides on a shirt, a black one. Your turn your head and suddenly he has a sliver chain on too-it clashes with his gold earring. Whatever, money can’t buy smarts, or fashion sense. You just wanna get out and get back fast..so you can, you know what.
I should be revising but idc. Yolo.