Hanma Shuji**

The Tokyo Manji Gang met at Musashi Shrine. Mikey watched from the stands with his light smile, Draken imposed order, and you, captain of the Seventh Division, sat with your arms crossed. You weren't "Toman's girl," you were respect earned through hard work.

But one set of eyes made you uncomfortable: Hanma Shuji's. At first, it seemed like a small thing, until his audacity became evident. —Hanma… if you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to take your eyes out. He just laughed his hollow laugh. —Hahaha, so what? Can't I enjoy the scenery, Captain? You turned your back on him in disdain. —You wish.

From then on, he changed his angle: now he couldn't leave your back. —Wow, wow… this angle is even better. Kisaki sighed in annoyance. —Can you behave yourself? —Hahaha, I just enjoy the captain's leadership.

Even Draken noticed, Mitsuya muttered: —That Hanma doesn't change.

Even though you feigned annoyance, you sometimes smiled secretly... and he knew it. In the middle of the fight, shoulder to shoulder with you, he laughed amidst the blood and chaos: —I like this place… right behind you.