𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀 #tokyo rev. [✓]

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꒰ .ೃ࿐ ꒱ nah, jit got caught
hanma shuji, age 16

warning !!
making out (just in case y'all are uncomfy with it), underage smoking, getting caught making out (lowkey embarrassing), neck kisses, soft/sub Hanma

Hanma lifted his blunt to his lips, sighing as yet another cloud of smoke seeped from his lips. Y/N was walking beside him, a pack of gummies in her hands. She was munching on them, occasionally offering one to Hanma.

He couldn't help but agree, grins plastered to his face.

Even though the two of them weren't officially dating, they acted like they were. They'd go on dates often, make out in the dead of night, and do almost everything together.

It made Hanma happy. Yet, he couldn't help but yearn for more. He wanted Y/N to be his and only his.

He knew how Toman felt about her. He could see it in their eyes and the way they walked whenever she was close.

Two of the members were hopelessly lovesick and Hanma would be lying if he said Y/N didn't have him wrapped around her finger too.

Taking a glance at the female beside him, his heart swelled. She was a peculiar mystery, an enigma. And, Hanma knew her better than anyone else.

She was cold, yet soft, mean but nice. It really depended on her mood. What Hanma both loved and hated about her though was that she had a slightly hero complex.

She could save everybody but who would save her? Who would come to her rescue? She had good morals and intentions but she executed them poorly. She closed herself off, not giving anybody a reason.

Y/N made the deal with Kisaki not only to hide her little secret but to also protect her friends and family. She did everything impulsively, not giving a thought to the consequences.

The whole point of her schemes were to shelter those she cared about. But, it seemed she had already strayed too far from that path.

"You're staring again." Y/N uttered, breaking the silence. Hanma just smirked, patting her on the head.

"You're just so pretty, love. I can't stop." He lowly chuckled as he watched Y/N roll her eyes.

Clad in a Kuromi shirt, thigh high socks, a black jacket, and a small miniskirt that Nira had forced Y/N to wear, she looked like Hanma's perfect accessory. His little play toy. However, unknown to the eyes that graced the pair, it was actually the other way around.