"Fashion, huh?" Hanma says with interest as he watches the albino boy help the customer at the counter. "I've always thought you had an eye for style, Satoshi. Maybe it would be a good fit." He pauses, considering his next words carefully before adding casually, "But if you ever get bored with that...you know where to find me." The meaning behind his words is unmistakable;

"I'm sure you'll make the right choice," Hanma says with a reassuring smile, his tone almost fatherly as he watches the boy go about his business at the counter. He feels a strange mix of protectiveness and anticipation welling up inside him; it's unlike anything he's ever experienced before.

As Satoshi continues to move around the cafe, seemingly unaware of Hanma's presence, he can't help but wonder what sort of future lies ahead for the young albino delinquent.