In His Arms | Yujiro Hanma x Reader

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Note: Before reading this story, I want to acknowledge that I am fully aware of the real Yujiro Hanma as he is portrayed in the original series, including the darker aspects of his character. However, for the purposes of this book, I've chosen to explore a different version of him. In this story, Yujiro is more grounded, displaying a side of himself that's still powerful but also more restrained and capable of deeper emotions. While his strength and dominance remain, his character has been softened to better fit the tone of this narrative. Let's set aside the original depiction and enjoy this alternate portrayal for what it is.

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Yujiro Hanma sat in his hotel room, the air thick with the scent of smoke as he leisurely exhaled a cloud of haze. He stretched, his body fluidly moving into a split, muscles taut and defined, a display of power and grace that came as naturally to him as breathing. The world outside faded away, leaving only the rhythm of his own breath and the soft crackle of the cigarette between his lips.

The door creaked open, and Strydum stepped inside, his expression respectful yet cautious. "Hey, Yujiro. I hope I'm not interrupting."

Yujiro remained in his position, his gaze unwavering. "What is it?" His voice was low and commanding, slicing through the calmness of the room.

Strydum hesitated, the weight of his words pressing down on him. "Oliva asked me to speak to you. He has a favor to ask."

Yujiro's interest piqued. He raised an eyebrow, the slightest smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Go on."

"It's about his sister," Strydum continued, choosing his words carefully. "She's moving to Japan for medical care, and he needs someone to escort her. He trusts you."

"Does he?" Yujiro's tone shifted slightly, an edge of amusement threading through his directness. "Why not ask me himself?"

"Oliva thought you might be... more inclined to help if it came from me," Strydum explained, standing tall but aware of the strength radiating from the man before him.

Yujiro chuckled softly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "You're smarter than most, Strydum. What's in it for me?"

Before Strydum could respond, Yujiro's phone buzzed on the table, breaking the tension. He glanced at the screen, then back at Strydum, a knowing look in his eyes. "Guess I'll find out."

Strydum nodded, stepping back slightly, giving Yujiro space. "I'll let you take the call."

As Yujiro answered, Strydum felt the atmosphere shift. This was more than just a favor; it was the beginning of something that could alter the course of events to come.