The Delinquent Next Door

He's Not a Delinquent...But a Gangster???

You decided to play it safe with your wardrobe choices since you were going out once again on a mysterious adventure with Hanma. And, of course, knowing that you are going to be in the same vicinity with him, it'd probably be best to expect trouble.

You settled for a pink oversized fleece sweater and ripped jeans with sneakers and a simple crossbody bag. Once you checked yourself in the mirror for the 20th time, you grabbed your belongings and headed for the door.

Once you made it out of the complex you were shocked to be met with Hanma leaning against what appeared to be a sleek styled motorcycle while smoking his usual Marlboro cigarettes.

He wore dark colored cuffed jeans with black boots complemented with a loose-fitted white shirt and a ripped jean jacket that was accompanied with a hood.

Once he caught sight of you in front of him, he grins; his eyes once more lighting up the night around him as he opens his arms in invitation for you. Despite this out-of-character allure of temptation to be surrounded by his warm embrace you turned your attention to the heap of metal that stood adamantly behind him.

The death contraption was not a sight for sore eyes, and the fact that it was decorated with skulls and red flames already foreshadowed a possibly terrible demise.

Crossing your arms, you quickly take a big step back from Hanma.

"What the hell is that?"

Hanma huffs, "Gee thanks for rejecting my hug like an asshole."

"Hanma what is exactly are you planning to do with that thing," you persisted, your eyes scrutinizing the vehicle behind him.

Hanma gasps, one hand clutching the area of his heart while he eyed me up and down in feigned disgust. "Did you just call my baby a thing?!"

You groaned as you gently rubbed your aching temples.

This guy can't be serious...

"Hanma if you are expecting me to ride with you on that heap of junk I'm going home."

Once again he gasps in offense, except this time he wasn't playing around.

"Who are you to call my sweet girl a heap of junk?!"

You gave him a blank stare. I regret going with him on this mystery trip...

Suddenly, you felt a warmth envelope your hand. Looking up, you saw Hanma grinning down at you, gently tugging at your hand towards the motorcycle.

"Don't worry about a thing darlin', I promise I won't let you fall~" he coos, winking at you.

You couldn't help the blush that arose from your cheeks. "I swear to god if I fall I'm taking you down with me!"

"I would expect nothin' less!" he chuckles.

He tosses a helmet to you as he settles himself on the motorcycle while strapping his own helmet on.

Once you had followed suit, you awkwardly made yourself somewhat comfortable behind him as you struggled to hold yourself steadily upright.

Hanma quickly catches your flailing hands and calmly guides them around his waist. "Just hang onto me and don't let go, alright?"

You scoffed, once again feeling yourself heat up at his cocky yet calm demeanor.

You pressed your head against his strong back, feeling his muscles flex underneath his jacket. "I-I won't! Besides, how else would I bring you down with me," you huffed.

Hanma laughs, his stomach muscles rippling under your touch. "How romantic!"

The roar of the engine squeezes a gasp from you, which doesn't go unnoticed to Hanma, as he revs the motorcycle before pulling off.