"Shit, it's fucking freezing out here." You hissed, rubbing your arms over the purple puffy jacket you wore. It was undeniably gigantic on you.
You kept it for yourself after Hanma left it at your house awhile back. You weren't even sure if he knew you had it.
You briefly stopped mid-thought to check your phone again, rereading the texts that caused you to rush out of your house in the middle of the night.
You were freezing and barely dressed, only wearing a pair of small pajama shorts and a t-shirt, not even taking time to put on a bra.
The texts read, "hey. can you meet me in the city?" and attached to it; his location.
You were following the map he sent you before you slowed down, confused.
You were standing in front of the alleyway of two buildings. A salon and a pet shop, both closed, as it was almost 2 in the morning.
"Huh? Why did it take me here?" You spoke aloud, to yourself.
You stood in the sidewalk, debating if you should go into the darkness or not.
After a second longer of waiting, you called out.
"Hanma?"
Your voice was just above a whisper.
A tiny light flicked on through the darkness, down the long alley.
It was a lighter.
You instantly smelled cigarette smoke and heard a familiar voice.
"Yeah, yeah. Just come down here, Y/N."
You were getting irritated as you started to stomp down the alleyway.
Once you reached closer to the menacingly tall figure- if the unique, laid out voice wasn't enough for you- you came to fully realize it was, in fact, Hanma when he came into your direct view.
He was leaning against the building with his knee bent up and a foot behind him on the brick wall.
"What did you need? It's freezing and it's almost 2 in the morning." You spoke up, annoyed.
"It actually just turned 2." He chuckled, looking at his watch.
You crossed your arms and looked him up and down.
He was in a t-shirt and baggy sweatpants. Not even wearing his usual Valhalla uniform jacket. Even his hair was down.
"Aren't you freezing?"
He just shrugged his shoulders.
"Aren't you? You've almost got nothing on," he started, looking towards you, "oh, but my jacket looks so good on you, Y/N~"
You stood straight, hands on your hips, brushing off the compliment, subconsciously blaming your blushed cheeks on the cold.
"-well maybe if someone didn't text me out of nowhere with zero context to meet him up in a fucking alleyway at 2 in the fucking morning."
His eyes widened in surprise at your small outburst, quickly forming into a small, nervous chuckle.
He looked at you up and down and offered up his cigarette to you for a puff. "Want it?" He asked with a 'sorry' smile.
You rolled your eyes, taking it from his hands and puffing on it once.
"Is this all you wanted?" You said, blowing out the smoke.
"If... I'm being honest... I missed you. A lot..." He said, looking down with a shy smile, rubbing his nape.
"We could't've met somewhere... oh, I don't know.. warmer? Or some time when the sun is out?" You said, feeling the irritation in your own voice.
