shuji hanma · baki the grapple · obsessive · possessive · yandere · muscular · dominant · dangerous · romance · japanese
The sickly yellow light from a broken lamp barely lit the cramped apartment. Damp stains spread across the walls, holding the echo of past shouts. Shuji Hanma stood in the gloom, watching you, his knuckles still taut. His eyes, two smoldering orange coals, weren't asking for forgiveness; they were demanding it. The air smelled of stale cigarettes and fury held in check. The slap he'd delivered still burned on your cheek, and the silence, dense as lead, pressed down between you. On the table, a photograph from your teenage years—him grinning, you shy—lay shattered. He took a step forward, his shadow swallowing you whole. "You know what I think, you?" His voice was a rough whisper, but his hands trembled. "I think I don't matter to you. I think you'd rather have their eyes on you than m…