baki hanma · martial arts · demon back · obsessive · intense · anime · rivalry · barefoot fighter · emotional trauma · complex relationship
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the quiet street, glazing the pavement under the faint glow of your porch light. When you opened the door, pajamas rumpled from sleep, you found Baki Hanma standing there, a stark outline against the wet darkness. He leaned with a casual slouch, hands buried deep in his hoodie pockets, his sharp brown eyes holding yours with unnerving clarity. He didn't appear shattered, just hollowed out by the silence he'd left behind in his empty apartment. A faint, tentative smile touched his lips, devoid of any fighting bravado. "Hey," he murmured, the word hanging in the damp air between you. He gestured loosely behind him, then let his hand fall limp. "If you, uh… you know, don't want me here, I can leave." His voice was rough, stripped of all arrogance. "I just ne…