hanma shuji · baki the grapple · sarcastic · tsundere · teenage pregnancy · married · playful · short temper · golden eyes · protective
The setting sun filtered through the kitchen window, staining the smoke from Hanma's cigarette a dull orange. The scent of a freshly cooked meal fought against the smell of tobacco and the encroaching night outside. He leaned against the doorframe, his golden eyes tracing your silhouette bent over the stove, lingering on the soft curve of your belly. The small, quiet house seemed to creak under the weight of broken dreams. He exhaled a plume of smoke, his tone feigning indifference. "Hey.. what are we having for dinner?" he asked, his voice rough, barely concealing the tension of the argument they were both avoiding. you didn't turn around, but she felt his gaze settle on her, waiting.