After excusing yourself from the bathroom, you fumble with your phone as you try to message Hakkai and Mitsuya an update about what you just learned. However, in the process of doing so, you end up bumping into someone.

"Sor-" you begin before looking up and finding the one person you didn't want to bump into staring down at you with a smirk across his lips. "Ah, Hanma," you smile fakely, "Just the person I was looking for!"

"Hm?" he questions as though he's wondering whether or not to buy into your lie. "Hey, baby, long time no see. Where have you been?"

You grumble and take him by the hand, leading him to the bar for just one drink you can't resist taking. Not after everything you just learned. Hanma chuckles to himself but follows right behind you.

With a pout on your face, you sit down at the bar and look over coyly at the tall man taking a seat beside you. "I need a drink," you huff.

"I'm sure you do," he hums. "Don't worry. I'll buy you one, princess."

"A shot... please," you sigh.

Hanma nods in understanding before waving his hand to the bartender and lifting up two fingers from one of his tatted hands. You let the expression on your face succumb to the pout you're putting up as you rest your head on your cheek and look up at Hanma lazily.

"What's wrong, love?" he asks as he looks down at you, eyes almost showing concern even though you know it's probably just a facade. "Why are you pouting at me?"

"It's Draken and Emma," you huff.

"Still down about that shitty proposal, huh?" he smirks.

"Mhm. If only they'd break up," you scoff. "I'd do anything to see that."

Hanma chuckles and nods to the bartender as he receives the two shots. You watch him carefully, wondering if he's beginning to buy your little charade. Perhaps he does, judging by the big smirk on his lips as he passes you one of the small glasses and bumps the other against it. You exchange a quick glance with him, a mutual appreciation for the conversation break, before chugging the drink back at the same time as him.

"Ya know," he hums as he places down the shot glass and twirls it around with his index finger, "Kisaki and I could help you out... if you're willing to give something in return."

Your eyes widen. You've got Hanma right where you want him. "Anything," you whisper.

"You've got to be serious, though, Y/N!" he snaps back quickly. "No backing out once we go to him."

"I promise," you hum seductively as you slide one of your hands onto his thigh. "I told you, Shuji, I'm so desperate I'd do anything for the help."

"Get up," he huffs darkly as he grabs your hand roughly and stands up before you can even process what he's going. "Let's go, you said you wanted to see Kisaki so hurry up!"

"Okay," you nod, trying to hide a smile as you allow him to guide you away from the bar.

You walk by his side across the club, allowing his hand to stay linked to yours all the way up to the second floor. Your heart begins beating out of your chest. God, you should have stolen that second shot from Hanma. The hell does he even need it for anyway?

"By the way," you ask as you look down at the crowd that's below you now, "What's up with telling everyone that we're going out?"

"Oh?" he hums. You can tell that he's got a smirk on his face without even having to look at him. "Are we not?"

"Whatever it takes, okay?" Mitsuya's words from a few hours before stick in your head just as you try to think of an answer.

"I'd love nothing more," you reply as you turn your head to face him, showing off a cheesy smile.

Hanma nods, obviously quite satisfied with his answer, and removes his hand from yours only to wrap the same arm tightly around your waist. He doesn't pull away either as you approach Kisaki's meeting room and knock on the door.

"Yo," he yells through the thin barrier. "I got Y/N with me!"

There's no response, but Hanma takes that as enough reason to open the door. Curiously, you tilt your head towards Hanma just a bit to peek inside only to find Kisaki leaning back in his usual seat, completely unbothered by the interruption - as if he was already expecting you.

As Hanma guides you into the room, your eyes stay trained to Kisaki. When Hanma stops you before a chair, you keep looking forward, watching as Kisaki quietly pushes his glasses up on his face.

"Y/N, can you tell Kisaki what you just told me?" Hanma asks as the two of you sit down side by side.

"Yeah," you reply nervously as you peer into his frustratingly blue eyes. "I said I'd love nothing more than to go out with Shuji," you smile shyly. "I didn't know he wanted your blessing on that though..."

Kisaki frowns and looks over at his friend with disappointment.

"No, not that," Hanma mutters through his teeth as he leans into you and pulls you closer by wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "The other thing."

Yeah, I'm not stupid. I know that.

"Got it," you whisper back to him before turning your attention back to Kisaki. "I want to do something about Draken and Emma," you proudly state.

Kisaki narrows his eyes, a bit skeptical about your dedication to that comment. "But if you're so happy with Hanma, why do you want to intervene with their relationship."

"Easy," you scoff. "I can't be with him so why should she get to be?"

"Very well," Kisaki nods as though your explanation was completely reasonable to him. "In exchange, however, I'm going to need another favor from my favorite money lender."

You let out an audible groan at his request. "Why don't you just go ask-"

"If I do that, I'll have no reason to help you, Y/N. Would you still like me to ask him?"

"Fine," you grumble as you rest your head against Hanma's shoulder. "But I want to hear this plan of your to make sure it's worth my getting in trouble."

Kisaki looks over at Hanma a bit worriedly. "She's pretty serious," Hanma grins. "I think it'll be alright to let her in on the plan."

"Plan?" you ask as you attempt to pick up your head, only of Hanma to push you back down onto his shoulder. He's certainly enjoying the attention you're feeding him, not like that's anything out of the ordinary for him.

"Two million yen," Kisaki calls out. "Get me that much and we'll get rid of Draken for you."

"Get rid of him?!" you repeat with widening eyes. "Why would I agree to that?! I don't want to kill him!"

Hanma allows you to lift up your head and grabs your chin with his free hand. "Don't forget, Y/N, you said you'd do anything to break them up."

"Didn't think you wanted to kill them!" you shout. "Why would I-"

"You said it yourself, Y/N," Kisaki interrupts. "If you can't have him, nobody should be able to. Isn't that right?"

"Yeah, I guess..." you mumble.

"Then it's a better option for him to die than be with someone you don't want him to be with," he assures you. "You can't have him, neither can she."

You turn your head back to Hanma who looks a bit worried about what you're going to do next. You know if you don't agree to this, things are only going to get worse. It's best, for now, to agree and find some way to stall them.

"Okay fine," you sigh. "I'm in but you're going to have to give me some time to get the money or else Mikey-"

"That's fine," Hanma assures you. "We can wait a bit."

"But not forever," Kisaki scoffs. "You've got three days!"

"Deal," you agree, just wanting to get the hell out of there at this point. You'd do anything to be on the back of Mitsuya's bike heading back to his house right now.

"Great, then it's all settled!" Hanma beams. "Stand up, Princess."

"Why?" you ask curiously as you watch him pull away from you and stand up. Admittedly, you somewhat miss the warmth he was giving off from his close position beside you.

"'Cause you're coming with me. You didn't think I was going to let you out of sight 'til you get that money, did you? I don't want you running off to someone who might mess things up for us," he grins wickedly.

Your eyes widen as he extends his hand out for you to take. This is not good. How are you going to get out of this now?