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The scuffling of shoes echoed down the hallway before coming to a harsh stop in front of a chipped door. A tattooed hand reached out and twisted the doorknob and swung it open, the door ricocheting off a cupboard with a loud bang, followed by the sound of books falling to the floor.
“Hanma what the fuck!” Sat on a pink bean bag, was the owner of a distinct mop of curly pink hair, Smiley, but with scowl instead of his regular smile.
Pushing the door shut, Hanma bounded over, throwing himself onto the nearest bean bag available, which caused him to sit almost directly in front of the bedroom’s TV. “What’s up my favourite pinker haired bitch.”
“Can you fucking move? I’m watching the basketball…and how the fuck did you get into the house?” Smiley shuffled to the edge of his bean bag, kicking at Hanma. Kicking back, Hanma shuffled out the way of the TV yet crossing his legs high enough to still block the edge. He earned another kick and a middle finger, which he replied by poking his tongue out.
“If you must know, I came through the back door. Which was annoyingly locked by the way. How am I supposed to come visit you if you’re locking me out?” Hanma huffed dramatically, adding some fake sniffles and tear wipes. Smiley laughed at that, his usual all teeth smile returning to his face. “Mum’s gonna be so pissed if there’s any damaged done to that door. I will make you fix it”, he remarked, reaching over to poke at Hanma’s arm. “You can try~” Hanma sing songed back, flicking Smiley’s finger away. The two settled into a few minutes of ‘silence’, the basketball commentating and the usual creaks of the house filling the silence.
Hanma, finished looking around the room from his seat, looked back at Smiley who was engrossed in the game. “so~” Hanma extended. “What have you been up to?” Smiley glanced over at him and then back to to the TV, shrugging. “Not much. Kicking ass, taking names. What about you? How did you wind up on this side of town?”
Hanma shrugged back in reply “I just went wherever my legs took me and they took me here~ to~ you~”, he smiled, leaning over and wiggling his fingers in Smiley’s face before getting them whacked. Smiley threw his head back as he laughed, the bright sound echoing off the walls in a way. That’s just the kind of laugh Smiley had, full of life and joy. “That’s nice of you Hanma, and here I thought that Kisaki bitch shooed you off or that Mitsuya-kun was just too busy to deal with your antics.” Hanma responded with a loud shocked inhale, placing a stretched hand onto his chest, mouth agape. Smiley opened his eyes just slightly only to roll them in response before settling back down to focus on the TV.
Hanma ceased playing with the threads of his tacky tropical skull jacket to look at the door as soft padding could just be heard coming down the hallway. The foot steps stopped and were followed by two knocks on the door and a shaky voice, “Nahoya-chan, can…can I come in?” “Yeah you can”. The doorknob twisted and was slowly pushed open. In the doorway awkwardly stood a close copy of Smiley, except with a curly mop of blue hair and open eyes. Angry, Hanma’s brain supplied, though he looked more sad with the tears in his eyes.
Smiley grabbed the remote control that was next to him and turned the volume of the TV down before focusing his…gaze (??) on Angry. “What’s up?” Angry shuffled into the room, fiddling with the end of his black shirt, “The…the back door lock is broken!” He sniffled, “it’s…it’s like a screwdriver has been jammed into the keyhole!” Hanma looked away at that, focussing on the trees outside the window in front of him, the leaves shaking due to the wind. Smiley shook his head at Angry’s exclamation, raising a lazy hand to point at their visitor. “You can thank this sack of shit for that. He dosen’t understand the concept of knocking or calling ahead. Not that his old ass flip phone can make phone calls anymore” Smiley huffed with that, grabbing the remote again and turning up the TV’s sound, ignoring Hanma’s protests about his ‘perfectly fine phone’.
“Also, by the way, Souya, this is Shuji Hanma. Hanma, this is my twin brother, Souya, better known as Angry. You say or do any shit to my little bro, I’m beating your ass black and blue.” Hanma scoffed at that but nodded in understanding the message. He never understood this ‘protect you family’ bullshit, especially if they could protect themselves like he knew Angry could but anyhow. Ohana means family or whatever Luna and Mana went on about when they dragged him to to watch Lilo and Stitch.
Looking back over to Angry, who still just stood there, Hanma’s usual predatory smile greeted the younger of the twins. “Sorry about that Souya…or should I call you Souya-san since you’re older then me~?” Hanma teased, Angry huffing in response, crossing his arms. “Angry is fine” he said, walking over to the other side of the the room to sit on a bean bag next to his brother, but opposite Hanma.
The newly introduced individuals just looked at each other. Angry glaring at Hanma and Hanma staring with mischievous delight. Blue on Gold. Maybe this was why Angry was called Angry, dude had a mean glare and a steady frown. Smiley seemed oblivious to the eye battle practically in front of him, his smile seemingly plastered on his face, his mouth only moving to make sounds and remarks about the basketball. Angry was the first to break eye contact, glancing at the floor before looking back up into Hanma’s eyes “so…why are your here…Reaper?” Angry spat. Hanma preened at that, so Angry wasn’t completely oblivious to his name. “Well you see, I enjoy your brothers company and having nothing interesting to do today I thought I might as well come and see my favourite pink haired buddy~”. Angry’s frown deepened at that, side eyeing his brother who didn’t acknowledge either of them. “My brothers hair colour is peach not pink. The only pink haired gang member in the game is Sanzu Haruchiyo. So if you want an actual pink haired buddy, go bother him.” The response to that was a high pitched cackle, like a hyena which caused Angry to shudder.
Slowly coming down from his laughing fit, Hanma wiped away his tears. “You’re a funny one” Hanma wheezed “but no, thanks for your suggestion though. Sanzu can be a delight at times, and I know I’m homicidal most of the time but that crackhead is homicidal ALL the time and I’m not particularly in the mood to deal with him.” He explained with animated hand gestures.
Seeing as that didn’t get Hanma to leave, Angry pouted, angling himself to face Smiley. “Nii-san. How do you know Hanma?” “Battle of 8/3 remember? Where Peh-switched sides and Draken got stabbed?” Angry bristled at that, Smiley not giving him the answer he wanted “No! I mean like when you two became friends? That meeting, outside of fighting.” Smiley glanced at Hanma hearing that question, siking out what he was doing which was playing with a rubix cube he pulled out of nowhere. It definitely wasn’t Smiley’s so it had to be his. The eldest twin looked back at the younger, frowning for a few seconds trying to remember the story. “I was in Shinjuku with Draken and we just came across each other. We just started talking and that was it. After, he would just randomly find me, a little stalker-ish but whatever. Satisfied Souya?” Angry grumbled a little but shyly nodded.
After his questions were answered, Angry stood and made his way to the door. “Ima go see what I can do to fix the back door lock before mum gets home. I would suggest the culprit fix it but I don’t trust him, he would probably mess up the lock even further” he accused, Hanma huffing in response “fucking rude, you bubblegum blue bitch.” Angry didn’t respond to that and walked out the room, softly shutting the door behind him.
Hanma, feeling Smiley’s stare, looked back at him. “Yes~” “can you not rile up my brother?” “hmmm…let me think about that…no~”. In a flash Hanma got an armful of peach coloured hair as Smiley tackled him off the bean bag, the rubix cube he was solving clattering to the floor.“Then prepared to fight bitch!” Smiley yelled, grin on his face. “Let’s go then!” Hanma cackled, shoving the smaller back.