Hanma X Reader: Bonten's Princess

Surprise

One by one, the boardroom emptied until only Aominé, Hanma, and Kisaki remained. The silence between them was heavy, laced with unspoken animosity.

Kisaki was the first to break it. "Hanma, mind if I have the room alone with her for a minute? Won't take long." His tone was casual, but his gaze was anything but.

Hanma glanced at Aominé, then back at Kisaki. "Sure. I'll be in the dining area." He leaned down, planting a quick kiss on her cheek before striding out of the room.

As the door shut behind him, the atmosphere shifted. The air felt oppressive, the kind of weight that pressed against your chest and made it hard to breathe. Aominé's instincts screamed that this was a mistake. I should've left with Shuji.

Kisaki's sharp gray eyes bored into her, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You've done well for yourself, Aominé. I'm honestly impressed. Surviving out there all alone? Never thought you had it in you." His laughter was low and mocking as he rose from his seat.

"What do you want, Kisaki?" she snapped, her voice edged with anger. "Spit it out already. I don't have time for your bullshit."

He arched a brow, pushing his glasses up in that infuriatingly smug way of his. "Tsk, tsk. Someone's developed quite the potty mouth. I'll have to tell Hanma to fix that. You remember how he used to handle you, don't you?" His grin was razor-sharp, designed to provoke.

Aominé shot to her feet, slamming her hands on the table. "Don't fuck with me, Kisaki! You're nothing but a manipulative waste of existence. I fucking hate you!"

He didn't flinch. Instead, he sauntered closer, his grin widening. "Osaka. Yokohama. Fukuoka. Kawasaki. And finally, Roppongi."

Her breath caught, her throat suddenly dry. He had just listed every city she had lived in, in perfect order.

"That's right," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "I knew where you were the whole time. Every shitty job you took—cashier, clerk, janitor. I saw it all. You should be thanking me. I told Hanma where you were. That was a gift. You're welcome, by the way."

He stopped in front of her, his eyes glinting with malicious glee. "You're just another slut Hanma can't let go of. I'm the one—"

The sharp crack of her palm against his cheek echoed through the room, cutting him off mid-sentence. His glasses flew off, landing on the table with a clatter. Before he could recover, Aominé grabbed him by the collar and shoved him onto the table, her strength fueled by years of pent-up rage.

"Why the hell are you so obsessed with me? Oh, wait—I forgot. You've never had a girlfriend before. It's not my fault the one woman you loved would rather rot in the ground than be with you. Go to hell, Kisaki!"

She slammed him against the table again, but he just laughed, unfazed by her fury. His eyes locked onto hers, cold and unyielding. "Guess what, Aominé? That bitch is dead. Gone. And you want me dead too, right? Go ahead. Do it. If you're bold enough."

Her hands trembled with anger as her eyes darted around the room for something—*anything*—to finish him off. But before she could act, the door burst open. Hanma strode in, his gaze sweeping the scene, quickly piecing it together.

"Aominé," his voice was calm but firm, "come with me. Let's go."

Her grip on Kisaki tightened for a moment longer, but the bastard just smirked. "You heard him. Let go before he loses his temper."

Reluctantly, she released him, stepping back. "Stay away from me," she hissed, her voice ice-cold. "Don't ever speak to me again."

Kisaki just chuckled as she turned and walked toward Hanma, her head held high despite the trembling in her limbs. Hanma's expression was unreadable as he took her hand and led her away.

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Once they were alone, Hanma's golden eyes searched hers, questioning. "What the hell was that about? Why were you and Kisaki fighting?"

Her gaze dropped, unable to meet his. "He said things... awful things. He wanted to upset me, and I snapped. I didn't mean to—I swear I didn't mean to flip out like that!" Her voice cracked, tears spilling down her cheeks as her body trembled.

"Hey, hey," Hanma murmured, pulling her into his arms. "Calm down, love. I'm not mad at you. It's okay. Everything's fine." His voice was low, soothing, as he held her tightly. "Forget about him. Today's about us. You've got a big day ahead."

For a brief moment, she let herself believe him, let the warmth of his embrace lull her into a fragile sense of peace. But reality wasn't far behind. Bonten's shadow loomed over everything, a constant reminder of what her life had become.

As he pulled back, wiping her tears away, he asked, "You ready?"

"Yeah," she replied softly. But then she hesitated. "Wouldn't it make more sense for me to be with Koko? I mean, that's what I'll be doing anyway."

Hanma's expression softened, one hand moving to her waist while the other cupped her cheek. "You're right. It would make sense. But I want you to myself for a little while. It's been too long, Miné. Let me spoil you first. Will you let me do that?"

His gaze flickered to her lips, and before she could respond, he leaned in. The kiss was soft, almost tender. For a fleeting moment, they were on the same page, both unwilling to let the moment spiral into something more.

Forehead to forehead, he whispered, "You don't know how much I've missed you. I'm sorry for everything I did back then. I don't want to lose you again."

Aominé stepped back, creating a small but intentional distance between them. "I've heard it all before, Shuji. I can see you're different—calmer, maybe—but I'm still afraid of you. A simple apology won't fix this."

He closed the distance again, his hands resting gently on her hips. "I know. I won't keep apologizing. I'll show you. I'm not the same man I used to be. I brought you back because I want another chance to love you the way you deserve."

She didn't respond. There was nothing left to say. Time would reveal whether his words were true—or just another lie wrapped in a prettier package.