HANMA SHŪJI - ARE WE DATING?
note: so, this is mainly a draft of something i wrote for hanma that was meant to be fluff. like, from childhood/best-friends to lovers, but my brain is kind of drawing a blank on how to finish it, so yeah😩 it really pisses me off because i was really inspired at the beginning😤 it was also supposed to be a fluff version of borrowing their clothes, which is why it's kinda similar to the suggestive one here but, ughh
edit: after a lot of thinking about whether i should delete the suggestive one or not, i've decided to make it private instead. if i understood well how it works, you should still be able to check it with the link in note above. but, i really don't like what i wrote and there's a possibility it will just vanish at some point. so, sorry and thank you to all of those that liked it even though i don't😖
chara(s): hanma
wn: none? besides the fact it's mostly a draft
His steps were heavy as they led him to your house, sight slightly blurry as he wondered if he would make it there. The thugs he fought earlier were not that strong, but they did get a few good hits in, ones that were making his head swirl as he arrived in front of your door, right hand leaning against the wall to support himself while he used the other to knock.
"Haaa... s'been a while since I felt like this..."
All the adrenaline from the fight had left his body and now he was just plain tired, on top of his head pounding like crazy. At first, he'd planned to go to his girlfriend's house, to fuck it out like he had so many times before that, but right now, all he wanted was to lay the fuck down and sleep. He didn't want to deal with all the screeching she would put him through for coming to her place with all the bruises. As easy as it was to shut her up, he just didn't feel like it tonight. That's why he was here... in front of your door.
"Hanma? That you?" your voice was muffled and he assumed you were peeking through the peephole, noting his battered state. "Wait a sec."
Once the door opened, instead of a frown or an offended look, he was met with a familiar amused smile. Now that you got a better look at him your eyes sized him up from head to toe, stopping at his face to scoff. But, just as you were about to speak up, he dropped all his weight on you, causing you to almost fall back as he laid his chin on your shoulder, grinning lazily.
"Let me in?" he drawled, grin widening when your hands found their way on his shoulders so he wouldn't crush you completely and he whispered into your ear. "I'll be good~"
He didn't miss the shivers that ran down your spine, neither did he miss the way your grip tightened, but as much as he wanted to keep messing with you, he found it hard to focus.
Not gonna last much longer...
You probably thought he dropped himself on you on purpose, but really, he was feeling so light-headed that his legs just gave up on him, causing him to stumble forward. He was thankful you were right there because the last thing he wanted was to crash on the ground and give you a reason to nag him for years. Your hand moved down to his chest and pushed him off enough so you could see his face, but still let him lean on you. You made a show of rolling your eyes and flicked his forehead lightly, your touch more of a tap to not hurt him too much and he snorted at your next words.
"It's be easier to do that if you weren't all over me, beanpole."
You maneuvered to have his arm draped over your own shoulder as you pulled him inside, not forgetting to kick the door shut behind you with your foot, but as you were about to lay him down on the couch, he pressed more of his weight on you and, before you knew it, you were laying on the couch with Hanma on top of you, his nose against your neck.
"Jus' lemme stay like this, (F/n)..." he nuzzled your neck, exhaling in content, your first name easily rolling off his tongue in his daze.
He could feel your pulse accelerating to the way he called you, this being the first time he used your first name to address you. And, if it weren't for the fact he couldn't see your face, he'd even notice the smile that settled on your lips as you tangled your fingers in his hair, your soft touch soothing his headache some. Soothing to the point he finally gave in to his intentions by coming here and fell asleep. That and his eyes just wouldn't stay open any longer. When you were sure he couldn't hear you, you sighed and mumbled.
"Dumbass, messing with my feelings like that..."
You pressed a kiss on his head, rolling your eyes for being so soft with him, then leaned your head back on the armrest. Hanma was always so hard to read. It was hard to tell the truth from lies with him and, honestly, you'd given up on trying, knowing that if he really wanted you to know something, he'd tell you eventually. Yet, the way he felt about you, he was always so damn vague about it. Even though he was dating someone else, he acted as if you two were the actual couple, which was one of the many reasons his past and probably current girlfriend broke and will break up with him for. 'Stupid' you mumbled again as sleep slowly caught up to you as well.
