𝐔𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 (shuji h. x reader)

"136853"

Hanma's PoV

walking around dead of night, as if everything was in slow motion, with lifeless eyes, he watched as the raindrops fall,

was there anything worth living for anymore? feet remained glued on the ground, allowing himself to slowly be consumed by the rainwater,

slowly his hair comes undone his bangs falling on his forehead, blood started to drip from his nose,

he shut his eyes, enjoying the scent of the rain, was there anyone there to give him the feeling of excitement? of thrill?

anything to give him the feel of adrenaline rush, to feel his heart beat fast again and to enjoy this thing called "life"

as he thought about everything, he realized how he had nobody,

not even a friend.

he had kisaki, but in his eyes he was only just a mere chess piece in his game,

now that he was gone he had nothing to live for, no one to follow and commit his whole life to,

thinking about ending everything, why else would he live on if there is nothing that could make him feel alive?

as he turns back to reality he realized there was an umbrella above his head, he looked down to see a hooded figure with sharp and cold eyes, as he would describe,

out of habit, he slouched as he saw the unknown person on their tip toes struggling to hold the umbrella above his head,

he tried to read the hooded figures face but they had a mask on,

he wanted to thank you, but refused. why would a stranger help him out? what did they need? what did they want want from him?

he shut his mouth and with furrowed brows, shot the unknown person a questioning and accusing look,

"what?"

taken aback that the voice sounded feminine, he was lost in thought once again,

why was there a female holding out their umbrella for him? did she want someone dead? an ex? a family member?

"come on"

on command his feet started to follow her, his mind telling him not to, but his soul already trusting her, despite just meeting a few minutes ago,

they made themselves comfortable on top of the slide, sheltering themselves from the rain,

silence.

no words were exchanged between the two as they continued to secretly observe each other while the rain falls,

"what do you want"

words were harsh and full of venom, now fully facing the woman who shared her umbrella with him, waiting for a response,

"hm"

was all she let out before standing up and smoothing out her slightly damped clothes,

"what's your favourite drink?"

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to be fucking honest I have no idea what this is, as I'm about to publish this, I realized that I'm putting myself on hanma too much 💀 and that hanma would prolly never think of this as he prolly ignores his feelings or some shit idfk bye-