#to my partners and friends if i owe you a reply or we haven't spoken in a couple days im sorry outside of yelling into the ether on here

[lupismaris]

Post breakdown/week from hell to do list (because we are going to survive this)

Meds

Cat has been fed you fed him ignore the plaintive stares and chirps until 3pm be strong we were strong he made it till 3

Clean cat's water fountain

Green juice thing (you need more vegetables than what was on the taco bell order and the whitefish sandwich)

Smoke

Coffee + food

Clean out fridge and freezer (this includes actually cleaning the thing, scrub it down and replace the baking soda) ITS CLEAN ITS ALL FUCKIN CLEAN

Reward smoke + spaghet pt1

Empty sink/clean dishes/run dishwasher

Grab dinner at belvedere (whitefish BLT!!!) Because we have no more spoons or brain cells and there will be minimal spoken interaction to acquire food so groceries and the rest of the kitchen will be done tomorrow

Go for drive

Shower/skincare

Nightcap

Bed time meds

Bed at REASONABLE HOUR (eh close enough )

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

Mugshot

Back from a stint working as a photographer abroad, shuji's partner runs into trouble with the cops.

Notes: Feral female reader, pure shuji related hijinx, just a silly little something

"Hanma Shuji." The name isn't spoken so much as it's sighed. It flows out of the wild haired man with long vowels. Hanma's old acquaintance shakes his head disapprovingly before leaning his chin back in the palm of the arm resting on the reception desk at the Tokyo police station. "How is it that you're back in Tokyo for not even six hours and you manage to end up here, asking me to call in favors from my academy days?"

Hanma can't help but to chuckle at that. "I shouldn't have to remind you that I'm not the one in custody." The tall man lifts his hands and offers a performative shake. "You hear that, Tachibana? That's the sound of freedom."

"Right. Fair enough. Then you still haven't domesticated her?"

"No," Hanma replies with a laugh, "I'm not sure calming down is in the cards for y/n." Just then, a shout of the tall man's name alerted him to his turn to provide a statement. He offered his hand to Tachibana "Thanks for the help deescalating and getting that charge dropped. I appreciate it."

Naoto clasped his old friend's hand. "You did a fine job with my sister's wedding photos. I figured I owed you for stepping up when their other guy cancelled last minute."

"Hanma Shuji!" The officer, growing impatient called again. With a last thanks Shuji turned away, exhaled, and walked down all too familiar halls of the dilapidated office, ready, for once, to defend someone other than himself.

He recounted the story in the kindest light possible. He and his girlfriend were fresh off their flight from the states after three excruciating layovers due to inclement weather. She hadn't slept in nearly two days thanks to some brat kicking her chair the whole red eye flight. Her luggage was lost for four hours. They were so late to their reservation Shuji had insisted they just take their luggage. It was a perfect storm.

So when some young aspiring yakuza started heckling Shuji about being washed up and stupid for daring to show his face on their turf, of course his girlfriend would get defensive. Shuji, having once been a smartass delinquent brat, was unfazed and tried to talk her down and drag her gently away by her hand but she was having none of it when one of the boys spat in the couple's direction.

She ripped her hoodie and neck pillow off and shoved them to Shuji's stomach before getting in their faces. The boys were caught so off guard as she rushed them, that her warning punch caught the first boy in the jaw. Then shuji realized she wasn't slowing and he abandoned their luggage and ran after the little tussling group to pull his girlfriend kicking and screaming off the petulant twenty-something. It was when he turned her away that she accidentally struck the officer and gave him his black eye.

"It was all a misunderstanding. An accident. She has a clean record and everything. She was only trying to defend me. And, uh," Shuji looks around uncertainly, "Sir this is kind of embarrassing because you see...I made her move away from Japan for a whole year. For my work. And after this crazy journey, I had just brought her back to the restaurant we met at as kids. I was literally just about to, uh," shuji starts digging around awkwardly in his pockets and opens his closed fist to reveal a modest engagement ring (and a crinkly candy wrapper that he quickly plucked away), "See, I was just about to propose to that beautiful, fiercely loyal, scrappy little lady. And those kids had to come along and catch her at her lowest."

The officer sighs, "I remember you, kid. Grew out of your bullshit. Keep her out of trouble next time, will ya?"

"So, about the stolen luggage then..."

Within 15 minutes you and Shuji were walking hand in hand out of the station. Shuji turned back to wink at the officer to helped him out and discreetly pulled your hand into his jacket pocket to slip your ring on your finger.

"Oh! Thanks for holding onto my ring."

He bent a bit to get closer to your ear. "Thank God you had the foresight to take it off for me to hold or you'd be there overnight."

"Wha-" it clicked. "Ah, the old engagement card?"

"The very same." Hanma chuckled and let go of your hand to instead wrap it around your waist.

"Happy fifth engagement. Or was this the sixth?"

"I've lost count."

...

Back at the station, chubby fingers plodded over the keys of a loud state-issued keyboard. Grumbling over being handed the banal task, the man combed through the digital records to ensure the transfer from paper hadn't resulted in too many repeated files. When he hit the H's he saw the damndest thing.

A Mr. and Mrs. Hanma Shuji.

He opened the certificate.

Sure enough, there were their names: Hanma Shuji and his troublemaker.

Lawfully wed...6 years ago.