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𝐘♡𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 ?

hanma shuji x gn!reader; fluff, comfort - 1.3k

request: can i request a hanma x reader where hanma defends the readers honor? don’t really have a plot for this, and id like it as a drabble, but whatever u see fits!

a/n/cw: thank you for requesting! i love to see hanma be protective over reader so this got a little (a lot) longer than a drabble LMAO. please enjoy! im quite proud of this sniff cw: reader gets uncomfortable with violence - reader's feelings get invalidated by a member of valhalla, it's implied hanma beats him tf up, descriptions of injury, violence, and blood - spoilers to valhalla arc!

cheers erupted loudly in the hollowed room that was filled with old, half-assed operating arcade machines. whistles rang out from the scattered men that huddled closely around the phenomenon occuring in the middle of the dirtied floor: former toman member and captain of the first division, baji keisuke atop his vice, viciously beating him to a bloodly pulp.

chifuyu matsuno—you had heard hanma mention the name earlier, the boy with blonde locks and teal eyes. however, from the beating his face was getting, it would be hard to recognize him at this point. his left eye had already swelled in on itself, while the right blossomed in darker shades of purple and red underneath baji's fist. his previously neat hair, now tousled and messed around from the impact of hits. his nose was unquestionably broken, and from the numerous cuts that scarred his face, stitches would be needed.

a spurt of blood spills from his mouth, and you jolt, tightening your hold on hanma's hand. currently, you were seated on his lap on his makeshift 'throne', your body close and nuzzled into his'. you flick your eyes away from the terrible sight in front of you, and hanma's eyes leave the scene to study you. worry washed over his expression. he licks his lips, and grabs your attention with a soft touch against your wrist.

“... you okay, baby?” hanma questions, large gold eyes glimmering with a solemn gaze. he knew that seeing such violent acts on an almost day-to-day basis was a lot for someone to handle—especially for someone who wasn’t accustomed to such a life.

this was a prominent reason as to why hanma never failed to ask for your consent; to completely confirm whether or not you would like to be present during such situations. your comfortability and safety was his number one concern. if that wasn’t fulfilled—then, everyone be damned.

though you look at him and nod once, and even try to smile. but hanma knows better; “if you’re not feeling well, i can take you outside. i’ll even stop this whole thing, yeah?” he comforts, pecking a kiss on your temple.

your eyes close at the feeling and sound of his voice and body so tight against your’s. you clutch his hand tighter and push your head into the crook of his neck in attempt to silence the sounds of loud yells and impacts of fist on skin. you hear chifuyu whimper loudly out of pain, and your façade breaks: a small tear runs down your cheek without notice.

hanma immediately perks up at the sight, eyes wide and alert, and thumbs reaching up to wipe the stray tears from your cheeks. you murmur quiet ''s okay''s and 'don't worry about me, shu'', but he shushes you consolingly, removing his valhalla jacket to wrap around your curled up figure—and hiding your wandering eyes from baji, chifuyu, and everyone else around. there was no need for you, or them, to see one another. not in this moment, while you were frightened and upset. all of hanma's attention now, was on you.

—until a boy from his left, decided it was a fun idea to stick his nose into you two's business. a loud laugh from beneath the make-shift stage of the arcade, and hanma's eyes shoot down to the guy who was staring at you; presumably, this entire time. hanma's eyebrow lifts at him, almost daring the boy to elaborate just what that laugh was about. you try to crane your head behind your shoulder, to see the cause of hanma's demeanour change, but he didn't allow it; a protective arm wraps around your torso and squeezes your side.

the boy poses his hands defensively at his leader's continued glare. "woah there boss, what's with the harsh look?" he chuckles, but hanma doesn't find it amusing. "i'm just saying, if your baby"—he spews the petname mockingly—"can't even handle a small beating like this.. then maybe you should find someone new."

oh? hanma almost laughs at that, in total fucking disbelief at this guy's audacity. 'he's got some steel balls, huh?' hanma's lips quirk into a open-mouth smirk, sharp canines peering through ever so slightly. his head tilts, then he tauntingly responds: "you wanna repeat that? ♡"

the guy clears his throat, a small jitter now notable in his movements. yet still, he stands his ground: "i just think it's nothing to cry over, talk about being a literal baby." a couple surrounding guys giggle over the comeback, while others stare at the guy with complete incredulity.

although you're not facing them, you can still hear all the comments being made about you. it was as if they all decided to just disgard you as a fucking human being with feelings and emotions. like an object placed on their leader's lap for show. you breathe deeply, as the tears in your eyes well up once more.

a vein in hanma's forehead twitches. 'his fucking loss.'

before you can even comprehend it, you're being placed onto the chair, no longer situated on hanma's thigh. above you, hanma's stands tall—his looming figure higher than anyone else in the room.

the laughter drags on for a bit, the boy seeming to enjoy the attention from his teammates, until the loud thud of a plastic cart falls onto the floor. the contents inside spill out, and some break into dangerous shards of glass.

hanma retracts his foot slowly, and begins to pace himself down the stairs. his eyes lock with the boy, who's face was gradually draining of colour. the teammates who previously laughed with him, scurried out of hanma's way to make room as he towered through the crowd.

"you," he pointed straight at the guy, his voice serious and low. a couple more steps, and he was now directly in front of him. a moment passes, and the boy finds himself nervously gulping at his actions—and for what's to come. a devilish smile decorates hanma's face, a dark and cool dim accentuating all his edges and shadows. "let's play, yeah? ♡"

before the boy could even think to defend or dodge, a swift fist flies straight into his vision, and a loud crack erupts at the point of contact: his nose.

the sheer force of the hit causes the guy to lose his balance and fall hard on his back. one of his hands shoot up to hold his profusely bleeding nose and the other stretches out towards hanma. rapid profanities spill from his mouth, as his eyes widen in utter fear and shock. "—jesus, fuck—what the actual hell man?!" he cries out, crawling away pathetically in hanma's eyes. "it was a fucking joke! shit-ow!.. y-you broke it.. i think you broke my fucking nose!"

hanma crouches down to his level, head tilting menacingly as he scans the brutal mess of the guy's face. "you needed the fix anyways," he decides, and loudly cackles to himself.

hanma's cold eyes narrow, and a dark feeling overwhelms those witnessing this. "don't speak to me or my partner like that ever again." he leans in, angling his head next to the boy's ear and whispers sharply: "or it's the hospital i'll be sending 'ya to.. kay?"

the boy nods quickly, his breath shallow as he stutters meaningless apologies. he's still bleeding, but hanma couldn't care less. he nods once, opting to wipe his bloody knuckles on the boy's jacket, before standing up and returning back to where he sat you down.

he stretches his wrists and shoulders, groaning at the stupid interruption. "are 'ya alright, baby?" he asks the moment he makes it back to you, his voice uncharacteristically soft. he squats down, his large body effectively blocking everything and everyone from your sight once more. "i took care of the asshole, he won't be saying jack shit no more."

you nod, a small smile—a genuine smile—appears on your face. you thank him, pressing your lips against his for a few moments, and pulling away only for him to chase your mouth for another. you giggle into the kiss, making hanma grin ear to ear.

hanma pulls away for air, quietly mumbling to you: "i've got you.. always, okay?"

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