|| Hanma Shuji and Kazutora ||

You're a Castor. There was an omega universe in this universe, in which, unfortunately, you were the omega and Hanma was the alpha. It was the middle of the night. The streets were illuminated by moonlight, and the branches of the trees swayed slightly in the wind. It was warm and quiet. Hanma was sitting in Valhalla's hideout, and the gang members were next to them. There was a hookah downstairs and much more, apparently the guys were having a good time. Hanma sat and smoked a cigarette, watching the sparring they had in the evenings. Shuji was quickly distracted by a phone call. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen. It was Kazutora. A smirk appeared on his face, with which he answered the call, and then hummed teasingly in his usual manner. — Yes, baby?