Tokyo Revengers Asylum

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( :) exploring some new territories 👀)

Name: Hanma Shuji
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Status: SS
Illness(s): Depression, Sociopathy, Impulsivity
Warning(s): Had the potential to kill. Is flirty. Has claimed lives. Approach with caution.

'Aw funsies.'

You narrowed your eyes in expectancy and a bit of anxiety. If it weren't for the first and last warnings, you would have thought that this man would have taken hearts instead of putting out someone else's light. And the light being their existence on the planet. And like Baji, there was another column that no one else had.

Relationship(s): Had a roommate for a year. Was then moved to the detention center.

"Wow they let some of these guys have roommates..?!" You smiled since Hanma seemed to have a little company for a while before your time. "But then that would conflict with Chifuyu and Baji's story.. maybe something happened that they didn't tell me.." You wondered aloud and scratched your head. Eventually you shrugged it off because your brain cells started to hurt since you were thinking too much on the topic. Again you started to wander through the halls, and started listening again to the distant sounds of the more handleable patients in the other ward. Again you ran your hand across the wall and listened to your footsteps. You watched the numbers of the cells run past you as you by them. Again you wandered and for the door you were looking for. It seemed similar to Kazutora's door, with there being a crapton of locks.

There was a wave of confidence that slid over you and you told yourself that this would be easy for you. "Surely this man won't be too hard to talk with! Or be as violent...!" You laughed to yourself nervously and began to undo the locks. They were as or even more tricky to undo than the locks on Kazu's door. Some you even had to crouch down to unlock. Eventually you got all the locks undone and sighed. "That wasn't tiresome..." You huffed and started to straight yourself out again. If you remembered correctly, Pah said that Hanma and Kazutora weren't tidy but you ultimately assumed that was just his OCD speaking for him. You heaved open the door, and peered inside. There was your patient, smirking as he quickly took in your figure.

"What do we have here..?"

His voice took you back for a minute like Baji did. But his was lanky and teasing and you knew if you let him, things would happen that wouldn't be good. "Hello there! I'm your new doc! My name's Y/n!" You smiled and saw him rise from his comfortable spot on his bed. You took in his features as he slowly made his way to you. He had a blonde tuft of hair in front of his face while the rest was black. He had a long earring in his left ear, and his eyes were yellow like Kazutora's but more menacing and cold, but still had a glimmer of playfulness. And this motherfucker was tall as hell. He chuckled as he leaned down to look at your face and raised his left hand. Your eyes widened a slight bit as you saw the tattoo that read 'sin' that then moved his hair out of his face to look at you clearly. "Well hello there little mouse~" His grin from before grew and his expression turned into a sneaky and mischievous smirk. "Hi!" You smiled and backed up a smidge. "Why'd they send someone like you in this shit stack? You don't look like someone who would survive in here." He followed you as you backed up.

"Well I only have some questions for you!" You felt the same wave of confidence come over you again so you moved to the side and around him. His piercing eyes followed your figure, and the more he indulged himself, the more things he wanted to do to you. "Alright~ A few questions won't hurt." He started following you again. "Could you tell me if you have a color that you like?" You two were basically circling the cell at this point because A, you didn't want to take any chances of getting hurt again (dying you didn't mind but you didn't really like to feel pain), and B, man was looking kinda sketchy for your liking. But you guessed that he was supposed to be sketchy or else he wouldn't be in here. "I don't really have one." He started leaning down, and resting his hands in his pockets. "How about an animal?" You remembered that he called you that little pet name earlier so you were wondering what it would be. As you waited for his answer, you took the very stupid and useless and impulsive opportunity to look at you clipboard.