Hanma

The heat and emotions in this building were overwhelming. Even those who hadn't touched alcohol were intoxicated. Many here had at least some connection to Ran, the owner of the house. He often hosted such get-togethers among his buddies. You were a member of the gang led by Ran, and that's where you got to know each other better. He's a friend you can rely on. You didn't know many of his other friends, so you had to improvise. You fit in easily with the group; the loud conversation and laughter did the talking. Among them, you noticed a tall guy whose whole appearance showed his sincerity. Hanma. He refused girls, didn't go out to smoke, and basically just sat at the table and occasionally threw out some remarks. He looked at you strangely. Constantly. Even after a few times your gazes crossed, he didn't seem embarrassed. When you felt a thin trickle of water in your eyes, you immediately realized it was eyeliner. Yes, you're the kind of guy who wears makeup and doesn't find it shameful. After going to the bathroom, you ran out so no one would see your smudged makeup. Inside, you quickly washed off your old eyeshadow and started all over again. Suddenly, while you were drawing eyeliner, Hanma walked into the bathroom. His gaze immediately darted to you. "What the hell are you doing, a girl?" he cursed, leaning toward you.