More than Anything (Hanma x reader)

Chapter 2: Reluctance

"Hold tight, class rep, because I think speed limits are just suggestions."

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Third Person POV

Hanma and (y/n) spent the first fifteen minutes arguing.

"No," the cold, stoic girl stubbornly crossed her arms and looked away, albeit, she can't get off the motorcycle because of her injured ankle.

"Why not?" The tall, lanky delinquent spoke with slight incredulousness and he could feel his patience running thin.

The one time he tries to be nice to someone he gave a minor inconvenience to— okay, maybe almost running over someone with a motorcycle isn't a minor inconvenience— they won't accept his kindness? Is he doing this wrong? Maybe this is a sign that being nice just wasn't for him.

"Because I'll be in debt to you and I don't want to do that," she responded. Hanma merely stared at her with that same look. Was that really the reason why she refused his help so obstinately? Because she didn't want to feel like she owed him?

"Class rep," Hanma started off, in absolute disbelief that he was having this conversation, "I don't want you to return a favor. I'm doing this because I want to. It's called being nice, if you didn't know. I know, a shocker."

"Well, either way, I would feel guilty."

"And what? Are you too high up on your high horse to say thanks?" He rose a brow, "I know that people call you heartless, but I didn't know you were arrogant too. It doesn't seem like you, class rep."

She glanced at him with an unfeeling look— not snarky, but not nicely either, "And what do you know about me?"

"Nothing," the corners of his lips tugged into a shit-eating grin, "But you're not letting me get to know you. So stop letting me make my own assumptions and accept my one-time help."

(Y/n) paused. This delinquent that she already made opinions about due to his lifestyle and lack of attendance, told her that he wasn't making assumptions about her. Maybe she was judging a book by its cover or maybe she was heartless, after all.

Meanwhile, Hanma sighed. He managed to learn so much about this indifferent girl in this short interaction, yet also learned nothing at all. It was like a game of 20 questions, and yet, he managed to get further and further from seeing her true personality.

"Look, how about this," he started, "You don't want to feel like you owe me? Fine. I want something from you."

The (e/c)-eyed girl blinked, "What do you want?"

"Simple, answer me a question," he smirked as if he had something up his sleeve.

That raised alarms in (y/n)'s head. What could he possibly want to know from her? Was she wrong about giving him the benefit of a doubt? Was he planning on using her class representative status to his benefit, like asking her to lie about his classwork?

"Which is...?" She narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

"Why are you..." he paused, scrutinized her by looking her up and down, and did a circular motion to her being with his hand, "Like that?"