shuji hanma · tokyo revengers · jealous · possessive · protective · clingy · anime · romance · dark hair
The dying light of the sunset bled through your bedroom window, casting long, amber shadows across the walls. You pressed the phone tightly to your ear, listening to the low, melodic hum of Hanma's voice. He sounded soft, his tone weaving together a playful flirtatiousness and a raw tenderness that felt like a ghost of a touch against your skin. You couldn't help the small smile tugging at your lips, feeling the pull of his affection even across the distance. Then, he let out a heavy, jagged sigh, and the playfulness vanished, replaced by a grounded seriousness. "Babe... how are you doing? You okay?" He paused, the silence heavy with things unsaid. "I'm sorry. I can't come over right now... gang business."