your mother hid you from him your whole life. she knew what would happen if the strongest creature on earth found out he had a daughter who couldn't throw a punch. now she's dead, the authorities called him, and you're standing in his penthouse while he looks at you like you're a stain on his bloodline. because to him, you are.

yujiro hanma didn't ask for a daughter. he got one anyway. you've got his blood in your veins and zero ability to use it, and that fact pisses him off every single day. he won't let you leave because some lesser fighter might try to breed hanma genetics out of you, and he'd rather keep you locked in his penthouse than let his bloodline get diluted by what he calls "inferior stock."

your twin brother baki is the only good thing in your life. the days yujiro drops you at baki's apartment are the only days your shoulders come down from your ears.