rindou thinks that he’d never see the day where his older brother gets tied down to a relationship willingly. he never thought he’d see the day where ran would smile when a notification pops up on his phone and god forbid even giggle when he thinks no one can hear him.
it was… weird to say the least, but rindou thinks that his brother being settled down brought a better side out of his brother.
“hey, rindou?” so it was odd that you were calling him out of the blue, asking where his older brother was.
“is he not with you?” rindou questions, he hears you let out a confused sound.
“what? he said he’s with you.” rindou was now confused, he heard you sigh from the other end.
“no? i mean, i was with him this morning but his phone was ringing and it sounded urgent… but…”
“but?” rindou goaded, “he said it was you but a girl answered in his stead.” rindou freezes in his tracks.
it can’t be. there’s no way his brother is capable of doing that to you.
“huh?” “anyway,” you cut his confusion off. “if you hear from him let me—” “he’s with me.” rindou said.
“are you sure?” “yeah, he said we’re going to meet up, i can see him right now.” rindou continues and he can hear you hum as a response.
“i’ll tell him that you were looking for him, don’t worry.” rindou promises. “oh. okay then.” you say before rindou bids you a goodbye, ending the call, feeling conflicted.
meanwhile…
you hear ran laugh from beside you as you stare down at the recently ended phone call.
“i knew my brother would have my back.” “oh, so you do have intentions on lying where you are?” ran blinks once before he squints his eyes.
“you’re the one who wanted to try this trend out!” “well that was befo–” you were interrupted by ran’s phone ringing.
“hold that thought, babe.” ran says as he answers the call, placing the phone on his ear.
“hell–” “where are you?” you can hear rindou’s voice from the other side of the call.
“what?” ran asks, playing dumb, now putting the phone on speaker.
“where the fuck are you?” rindou repeats, his tone hard.
“i’m… home.” ran answers. ”bullshit.” rindou responds. “(y/n) just called me and said that she thought we were out, and last time i checked, we do not have anything planned for the day. so again, where the fuck are you?”
ran scoffs, “why does it matter? can’t you just cover for me?”
if only the both of you could see how pissed rindou was.
“aniki, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
you watched with widened eyes and a proud smile as rindou straightened things out with his brother.
“it’s nothing, just tell (y/n) we’re out and she’ll take your word for it, just do me a solid.”
“no.”
“no?”
“no, ran. for fuck’s sake, don’t do that to (y/n). don’t do shit that will make her doubt you because she is the best thing that’s ever happened to you and you wanna fucking ruin it?” rindou went off on a tangent, saying how ran was visibly happier and healthier ever since he met you.
“—and you even told me about your plans to fucking marry her and you pull this shit?!” your eyes widened, so did ran’s. none of you were expecting rindou’s rant to reveal ran’s secret.
“how the fuck can you open up about how you want to spend the rest of your life with her but you can’t even tell her where you’re going?” rindou was progressively getting frustrated. not just with his brother, but also the fact that you might get hurt due to his brother’s actions.
rindou already knew from the start that you and ran were it. and he was looking forward to you becoming his sister-in-law, but now, his stupid brother is about to ruin things? rindou’s rant was cut off when he heard your familiar voice greet the phone.
“hey, rindou.” you say with an amused tone. “(y/n)??” rindou asks, you hum a confirmation.
“uh… this was a prank–” rindou’s forehead throbbed in annoyance.
god, the two of you will kill him so early on in his life, he swears.
“didn’t know you care so much about my relationship, rinrin. you even exposed my plans in proposing!”
“maybe don’t prank me insinuating that you’re cheating then i won’t!” rindou tightens his grip on his phone, he closes his eyes before he takes a deep breath.
“the two of you truly are perfect for each other, stop wasting my time.” rindou says, preparing to hang up.
“i’m glad you’re not an ass tho, aniki.” before ran could say anything, the phone cuts off and you were giggling at his expression.
“rindou… that guy.” ran sighs, “he really doesn’t have a handle on his emotions, are you sure he’s the right guy to prank?”
“you’re just salty that he exposed your plans of proposing.” you sigh playfully, “if i were you, you better tie me down before i fly away.” you tease with a wink, ran smirks at your playful nature.
“‘course i will, pretty girl.” your heart stuttered in your chest at the promise.
“...but i’m not doing it in a car in the bonten parking lot after we pranked my brother.” he winks, “better be prepared for it, then.”
it seemed like ran was a very impatient man as he proposed in the most ran way possible only a few hours later.
tw: alcohol, clubs, sussy Ran but no worries, fluff, soft ran, long live soft ran
w.c : 2.6k
a/n: Halu! I think its pretty clear now that I'm heavily inspired by music and so this came out after listening to Shayne Orok’s Renegade Japanese version! It gives late night drives vibes y’know. Also, I’ve finished World Trigger and omg, its so good, it was a bit slow but still, good. Anyway! I hope you guys like it, I honestly am not sure on how to react on this piece cause I tried writing it a bit differently. I also tried inserting comedic expressions and I'm not sure if I executed it well. Also, thank you so much for all those who have read my other writings! It made me so happy knowing that so many people have seen it.
The sound of clinking glasses and the smell of sweaty body were overloading into your brain. You told yourself that you wanted to know how it felt to go to a club, to experience the night life or so you say, but really you were just a curious introvert who read too much fanfics on mafia and bad boys.
So here you are, at a club somewhere in Roppongi, your dear friend has brought you. The face of disbelief and slow excitement was still fresh in your mind when you asked your friend, Haruki about it.
“so, I am curious”. Haruki’s eyebrow perked at your statement as she gestures her head up.
“about clubs. You know the ones you always told me about”. She gasps at your question, dramatically and slowly bringing her hands to her mouth.
“you’re asking me about clubs? You? The one who buries their nose in books?”. She fakes wiping a tear as she continues. You rolled your eyes, cheeks getting hot as you proceed to turn your body around but Haruki’s hand stops you.
“so you want to go to a club?”. You nodded, hesitantly and somehow deep in your heart, you believe this will lead to unexpected endings.
So here you are, wearing clothing you never thought you would wear and honestly, you feel the hottest you’ve ever felt. Haruki helped you choose your clothing and help you fix up your appearance a bit, giving suggestions here and there. Haruki told you minutes before that she was going to meet up with some friend first and then will come back to you, so you were left here, at the bar, drinking freaking orange juice.
Oh no don’t misunderstand, its not that its your first time drinking, its just that you’re a very light drinker. You remember the first time Haruki gave you booze and boy were you embarrassing. You shuddered at the memories but continue to drink your little orange juice. Your eyes scanning around the crowd, and you thought, its not really as exciting as the books have described. The music was so loud and the bass was enough to keep your body buzzing. The smell of alcohol was thick but indeed, there were a lot of attractive people.
Your eyes fell upon lilac hair, his eyes boring into the distance, legs propped wide while a girl was next to her, trying to give him drinks. Clearly the man doesn’t care and you were going to glance over him when his eyes caught yours. Realizing that he’s watching you, you quickly turn around to face the bar and held your orange juice, sipping it a bit.
Well, aren’t you a shy one suddenly? A mere glance from a man, a hot man and here you are jittery and shit. Now your head is glossing over texts over texts from the mafia stories you’ve read, all about the awkward main character going into bars for the first time and then catching the attention of some mafia lord. Nah, that can’t be happening to you.
And it did. Your shoulder was tapped and immediately you turn around, a scowl in your face, ready to bombard Haruki with questions. The Haruki in question is not actually her, but the lilac haired guy you were eyeing before. From up close, you can see how extra hot he is. His eyes were a brilliant lilac, long eyelashes, and that tattoo on his neck, somehow beautifully complimenting his looks.
“y-yes?”. He smirked as he sits down beside you, ordering two tequilas, after that he turned back to you.
“so, what’s a sweet little thing like you doing here”. Classic.
“I was just curious”. You muttered nonchalantly, as your eyes flutter at him.
“curious of what?”. He asked, as he push the tequila he ordered before to you.
“of clubs.”. you pushed back the tequila, his eyebrows perked at your action, you then explain.
“I don’t drink, or I will embarrass myself enough to jump off a building, so yeah no alcohol for me.” He chuckles as he pushes the drink back to you.
“Well, if you’re curious about clubs, drinks are one of its essentials you know, now drink up sweets.” You squint your eyes at him, challenging him, but his grin widens at your action.
“okay, how about I’ll show you something fun?”.
“you know, usually in this kind of situation, the drink is probably drugged up, and then… well never mind, or you’re actually a nice person”. You voiced out your concern as he laughs out loud.
“you’re really funny you know. I never thought I’ll meet someone who acts like this upon meeting me.” Upon meeting you? Whatever it is he’s implying, you still are quite wary. Without warning, he chugged up the tequila and asked the bartender to make you a new one, in front of you this time. You were baffled at his action and once the bartender was done, he places the tequila in front of you. You look at the tequila and then at the lilac haired man, as he gestures for you to go on.
Well, honestly, what could go wrong? Man’s was nice enough to give you tequila twice and so you closed your eyes and drink up, finishing with a soft sigh. Yeah, shit was good you thought. The man claps his hands softly as he gives you a thumbs up. You smile at him, somewhat happy at the possibility of making him proud.
“okay I drank your tequila, where’s my fun?”. He chuckles as he stood up and held out his hand. He gives you a serious look as he asks.
“do you trust me?”. Usually in this kind of scene, you don’t trust them but you took his hand and nodded.
“well if anything goes wrong, I’ll either die or you’re going to jail, so fuck it.” He nods and pull you out of the club, his hand lock into yours while he guides you to his car, a freaking Lamborghini, you know the ones without roofs, the one rich people rides. Yeah, that lambo. Now you’re freaking out inside because holy shit, who would have thought you’re speaking with a rich man. Though now that you think back, he looks expensive so, with a shrug at the thought, you are standing in front of the Lambo.
The man, who’s name you still haven’t gotten, opens the door for you and with a hand on your back, he ushers you in. Once he’s inside, you popped him a question.
“You know I think its about time I get your name.” He was starting the car when you asked the question, his head slowly turn to you with a shock look. He stares into your eyes for awhile and then shrugs.
”Ran. Haitani Ran.”. He said, eyeing you as if trying to gouge a reaction out of you.
“Ran.” You mutters the name, as you smile, finally getting to know the lilac haired guy, Ran.
“(y/n), its very nice to meet you Ran.”
“I thought we have established that”. He said as he pulls out the car in a reverse and drive through the streets of Roppongi. Your eyes glaze over the myriads of people, the colorful lights on the tall building and the starless sky. Excitement bubbles in you, as you feel the cool air whipping through your cheeks.
“its so pretty at night”. You whispered, Ran heard you and couldn’t help but smile at your wondrous eyes.
“your first time out at night?”. You nodded as you face him.
“I don’t go out much and my guardians were pretty strict so… yeah its my first time really. My first time of a lot of things tonight.”
“The club too?”. He asked, swerving the car to the right, going into a quiet lane.
“Yeah the club too. But I don’t like it though, the club. Its so loud and dark. Its too much for me I guess…”. He was silent for a while, you chose to look up the sky, you can finally see the stars, albeit a little.
“where are you bringing me? A place to plan my murder?”. You said jokingly as he laughs at your poor attempt of poking fun. “if I were to murder you, my dear (y/n), it would have been done before you could even think of it. So no, its not the place for your murder.”
You squinted your eyes at him, poking at his shoulder repeatedly. “That’s very scary Sir Haitani.” He laughs again, louder than before, glancing slightly at you with a smirk.
Goddamn he’s hot as fuck, thank you Haruki.
Throughout the ride, the both of you question each other, on your favourite food, his favourite song, on your favourite color, and his favourite time of the day. Surprisingly, the both of you share little to no resemblance each other, and here you thought you were living your Wattpad dreams. He likes the color purple— which was pretty obvious, while you like the color blue. You like Lana del Rey, he likes Chase Atlantic, there was no similarity, aside from the fact that the both of you share the same sky, and breath the same air.
Yet despite the differences, you feel calm and giddy around him, anticipations running through your heart at this man. You were lost in staring at his beautiful jawline when he stops the car, eyes, once again on you. He smiles gently at you, as he stood out of his seat and went over to yours, opening it and guiding you out of the car again. You gladly took his hand as he leads you forward, and in front of you were Roppongi.
You were on top of a hill, overlooking Roppongi, the scattering lights and the small bustling of cars could be seen. The scene was breathtaking as you laugh out loud and turn around to face Ran who was already looking at you. He has witnessed the puzzled look on your face, as it turns into a happy realization of what you’re actually seeing. He has seen how your lips curled up into an innocent smile and later to a happy grin. Ran could feel his heart beating, could hear it in his ears and he felt like a teenager once again. A teenager who learn the beauty and excitement of love and new beginnings.
“do you like it?”. Ran asked, nervous drenched in his words despite already seen how you reacted. He is still worried that you don’t share the same sentiment as he do.
“I love it Ran! This is such a beautiful scenery!I never thought Roppongi could be so … shiny and tiny”. You expressed as your hands went up in the air, gesturing how beautiful it is. You give him a wide smile as you squeeze his hand that was still holding yours.
“thanks Ran. I really appreciate the fun you’re showing me.” He chuckles, ruffling your hair at how cute you are. He then went back to the car and brought out a folding hammock, as he sat down at one end. He pats the sit next to him, telling you to sit down which you did. The both of you then share a silence, admiring the scene, admiring the presence of each other.
It was Ran who broke the silence first. “this is my fav spot you know. I never shown it to anyone before.” You turned around to face him this time, his gaze still straight at the scenery in front.
“so why did you show me?”. He shrugs as he replies.
“I don’t know, besides, I promised you fun right? And its fun, right?”. Ran gave you his attention now as you nodded. “Its very fun, the car, Roppongi at night, the hill, you.”
You could feel Ran’s thumb tracing circles on your knuckles as you lay your head on his shoulder. You were not really sure the ordeal you are in. Its such a weird experience, to suddenly meet a man, ride in his car, and now laying your head on his shoulder, everything was so unordinary yet it felt right. It felt like this was supposed to happen, tonight was going to be his and yours.
The warmth of Ran’s body, entangling with yours was just so right. The way he can hear your breath and the sounds of crickets accompanying the both of you. Ran himself were not sure what’s in the air, it felt pleasant. It has been a long time since he felt this calm and comfortable. He was really not thinking when he approached you, he thought you were hot and interesting so he approached you with bedding you in his mind. Yet the way you reacted to him, your way with words, the fact that you don’t know him and now he can’t get over the fact that someone like you exist. Someone who sees him not as a killing machine, a tool, a Bonten executive but as Haitani Ran.
He felt honored, touched even at you, because finally, after so long, he can breathe easy and not suffocate at the thoughts and title he bears. After a while, relishing in each other’s presence and watching the beautiful Roppongi, the both of you decides that its time to go back. You gave him your address as he drives you away to your apartment, again talking about the most random things. You noticed how easy it is to talk with him and how easily he flows with the topics you bring up.
Once you arrived, you finally realized how empty, yet warm your hands are. A pang of sadness settles in your chest, bubbling at the thought that you’ll never be able to meet Ran again. You sigh as your hand reaches for the door when Ran hand grabs yours. You look up at him, his eyes swarm with evident sadness and you give him a soft smile with a squeeze of his hand.
“ Can I… Will you… um”. He was stumbling around his words as you smile at him a bit wider, encouraging him. He took a deep breath and he bit his lip, contemplating on the right words. Who would of thought that the Haitani Ran would be stuttering over someone he just met.
“Can I pick up you tomorrow? For lunch?”. You chuckle at him as you place your hand on his cheek, in which he leans into. You were grinning now as you nodded. “Of course Ran, it would be my pleasure.” He was beaming, overjoyed at your acceptance which he thought was going to be rejection. Ran pull up your hand to his lips and kiss it, making you blush at the gesture.
You exit his car, numbers exchanged and with fond goodbyes and goodnights, the both of you went your separates way. You were overjoyed, your stomach is filled with every goddamn animal there is. You went into your shared apartment and upon entering, you were hurled questions over questions.
“where were you!! I was so worried, holy fuck, I almost called the goddamn police!”. Haruki was slapping your body as she continues.
“I keep on calling and texting and you didn’t reply to me! I thought someone have kidnapped your stupid ass!”. You then explain to her what happened and the worried and angry look she gave you before were replace with a gleeful look and a screech.
“So who’s the guy?”.
“I don’t know, some Ran… Haitani Ran I think.” Haruki was quiet all of a sudden, her face gone pale at the mention of his name.
“Do you know who that is?”. You shrugged, brushing through your hair as she tapped around her phone and then show you. Your mouth slacked open at the revelation of who Ran is and suddenly it all makes sense. Hikaru voiced out her worries and you honestly were worried again, because he was the goddamn mafia lord you thought you were not meeting.
You gave it some thought and come into conclusion that it doesn’t really matter. You know who you met, and whatever it was between the both of, it was happiness, calmness and realness. It’s okay if Haitani is some crazy ass gangster, you met Ran and you’re going to meet him again tomorrow. To hell with it, Ran is the risk you’re going to take.
"How is your phone already low on space? We literally just got it," Ran questioned in bewilderment. He'd asked not long ago to borrow your phone to look something up while his is currently reviving itself on the charger, but came face to face with your device's poor state before he could open the browser.
"Correction: We got it three weeks ago," you stated as though that made the situation any better, the disproving look your boyfriend sent you perfectly telling you so.
He swiftly tapped his way into your file manager as you hovered over his shoulder in shame, and his eyes nearly pop out if his head upon seeing the 17GB worth of images you have saved. "Why the fuck do you have so many pictures? How the fuck do you have so many pictures!?"
You'd laugh at him losing his composure if he weren't looking down on you like a disappointed parent finding out their kid was sent to the principal's office. You attempt to explain as you avoid his hardened stare, "Look, if I see something I like, I'm bound to take pictures of-"
"You did not take that many pictures in three weeks time."
"It's plausible!"
He pulls up your gallery and is met with 30 albums full of much more than camera shots, most of which is either memes or images of anime & recipes. "Why do you need screenshots of recipes, that's what the notes app is for."
"I was gonna put the links there, I just forgot..."
"Just like how you 'forgot' to delete all these random pics of animals? What even is this?" He questioned as he made a face at the phone screen.
"It's an Okapi."
"It looks confused to me. I can't tell whether it's supposed to be a giraffe or a zebra. What did you even save this for?"
"It just looks funny to me!"
He left that album and traversed to another, "And what are these, reaction images?"
"Yeah, I sent you some before."
"Oh yeah, I remember this one." He sees a random one he'd received from you a while back before remembering something, "Wait, where's the one with the chicken-"
"I think it's in--yeah there it is!" You wheezed towards the end of your sentence, Ran joining you when recalling your text days ago of Rindou's lookalike being Chicken Little.
"Those fuckin' glasses, bwahahah!"
You force yourself to wind down and speak clearly, "He was so pissed when I sent it to him!"
"You should've saw him when I started using that as his icon when he calls!" Ran wipes at his eyes to rid them of the tears his laughter forced out and brings his focus back to the phone, "You need to delete stuff."
You flip a switch at his reminder and visibly droop as you say, "But everytime I think of deleting something, I remember why I saved it in the first place!"
"Y'know that almost sounds touching until I remember the Okapi."
"I like it, shut up!"
"We'll come back to that, but why do you have 14GB of audio files?"
"...Because I like music."
"The alert sound affect from Metal Gear Solid is not music." He goes further and comes across a 17 minute long song, "What the fuck!?"
"What?" You look over to see what he's talking about, "Oh that, it's a good song!"
"Buy the CD or some shit!"
"You sound old saying-"
"I'm pretty sure a band from the 70's has their songs on CDs and said CDs are currently being sold to this day." He leaves the music app and looks at your homescreen in pity, "And why do you have such a God awful amount of games here? We have 3 different consoles right here in front of us."
You puff your cheeks out and finally snatch your phone from him, "Leave me and my phone alone you bully!"
"Your phone is crying for help! It's probably slow as shit-"
"It runs just fine, thank you very much!"
"Okay, look," he puts his hand out to silently ask for your phone, "how about we go through them together and-"
"Without you criticizing my choices?"
"Sorry bae that's a perk that comes with dating me. But you aren't gonna delete enough on your own knowing you. So..." he shakes his hand a little.
You nibble on your bottom lip in consideration of his compromise, eventually bringing yourself to hand him your phone again and say, "Fine, but I'm chopping one of your braids off if you delete something important."
"That Okapi has to go."
"That's important you fake blondie!"
"I'm deleting it!"
A grueling 30 minutes of back and forth about what to keep and what to delete proved somewhat helpful by it significantly increasing your storage capacity. It was also a bit of an eye opener for Ran seeing the copious number of candids you took of him without him knowing, which eased his annoyance anytime you tried to get him not to delete something you didn't need.
With your phone back in your grasp, you skim through your files and sigh with a sense of emptiness at the sight of how much space you have now. "I have to get used to this..."
"You'll be fine." Ran pat you on the head before he stood to unplug his phone, "And your phone isn't on the brink of death."
"You're exaggerating." You glance up and just so happen to catch sight of his screen, clearly seeing a notification alerting him or his dwindling storage. "Hey!"
He jumps at your sudden yell and looks back at you in surprise, "What?"
"I saw that!"
"...Saw what-"
"Haitani Ran!"
Needless to say, you raided his device and forced him to get rid of half of his unsuspecting candids of you, despite how cute he claimed them to be.
“What? No date?” You ask mockingly, eyebrow raised in faux concern, “Are you feeling well?”
In all your time of knowing him, Ran had never attended any sort of function without a date. He was cocky like that, always rubbing it in your face – anything to drive a reaction from you. It was hard to desist, but in that time you’ve mastered the art of stomping out the jealousy and appearing completely unbothered. It was amusing to see the way Ran progressed from fully confident to unsure.
You decided to play unto his game – with the full intention of winning. Why not bring someone too? Someone who rivalled his looks and calibre, someone who could give him a run for his money.
Violet eyes flicker to the man poised on your arm before squinting down at you, “I see you brought one.”
Satisfied with his reaction, a smirk tugs at the corner of your mouth, “Problem?”
When he doesn’t answer, you turn to your arm candy, deliberately whispering in his ear, a display of sensual affection, “Can you get me a drink?”
He trails away to complete his quest, leaving you alone with Ran, whose clenched jaw ticks deliciously, though he appears relaxed, his hands tighten before releasing.
“So, where are your groupies?” You muse, peering around the room to see if they’re hiding somewhere, it was unusual to see him on his own.
Suddenly his hand grips your chin, “I only want you.”
“You have a funny way of showing it,” you snap, heart hammering angrily, before slipping back into your unbothered facade. It was only yesterday when he brought that girl to the meeting, letting her brush up all over him.
“What game are you playing?” the amusement on his face from your little outburst is infuriating.
“No game,” you say coyly, pride swelling as his eye twitches, he must be annoyed.
Before he can say anything else, you wave down a friend and disappear among the sea of people, skirting outside of Ran’s grip as he helplessly watches you escape once again.
As you go around the party, conversing with different circles you can feel his intense stare over the rim of his glass, it’s almost predatory the way he gauges your every move. Even in conversation, his eyes never leave yours. Fighting back a shiver, you excuse yourself to the bathroom.
A faint click draws your attention as Ran slips in and locks the door, before prowling closer, trapping you between him and the cool tile wall. His lips are as inviting as ever, his arms bracketing your face, forcing you to look at only him.
“What is it?”
“You’re infuriating,” he mutters, dipping low to press light kisses against your face. Eyes fluttering shut, you murmur your own response, “Could say the same for you.”
He envelopes you into a harsh kiss filled with raw passion and a burning desire that had been festering for months. Your hands find purchase in his shirt, crumpling the previously pristine material.
“Say you’re mine,” he murmurs breathlessly, his hot breath fanning against your skin.
“Not until you devote yourself to me.”
Without a moment’s hesitation he eagerly bends to your whim, “I belong to you.”
Your winning smile is radiant as you pull him into another toe-curling kiss.
warning: unedited so grammar errors can be for sure seen :p
amihan's note: saw a tiktok and suddenly had the urge to braid pretty boys' hair :') up to you if you view this as platonic or romatic, for me it's more of a platonic relationship ^-^ happy reading!
**kazutora is definitely longer than the others haha also sorry had to pull out takuya bcs of writer's block T-T
-sanzu haruchiyo
toman!sanzu is generally a calm and composed person. it is rare to catch him off-guard but as soon as your fingertips comes in contact with his scalp, he can't help but feel his eyes get droopy immediately relaxes under your touch. "done!" you announce in pure triumph, proud of the beautiful double dutch braid you've done to his beautiful bleach blond locks.
"huh?" his voice hoarse and raspy after falling asleep the entire time you've been weaving his hair. "you look pretty, love" you compliment him while showcasing the two braids in front of his shoulder, "hmm, i wanna sleep more," haruchiyo mumbles, chasing your touch that left his hair. "you're that tired?" you chuckle while cradling his face closer to your chest, his arms loosely wrapped around your waist. all you get is a drowsy hum from him as he snuggles closer to you.
-haitani ran
tenjiku!ran is not particularly new to other people braiding his hair. well, the only ones who have the permission to touch them is limited to you and his brother only. ran have his back turned to you while he's going over with what seems to be a gang-related matter with rindou, though one thing is off, he's oddly wearing his hair down today. without thinking of the consequence, you approach him without any precaution which resulted to you pointed with his baton in a swift motion.
"oh it's you, babu" ran's stance loosens and retracts his baton. ran later added, "don't sneak up on me like that," he grumbles and turns back to his brother, "can i braid your hair?" you ask him before he can resume with whatever they're talking about. the older looks back at you, you smile back at him with your hands clasped together. after contemplating with his choices, he nods at you, "fine but braid it like usual, no other ones like that one time" he says with a sigh of defeat. rindou snickers at his brother and mumbles under his breath, "pushover."
-ryuguji ken
similar to ran's situation, toman!ken is not new to braids. it's basically his signature along with the dragon tattoo he have on the side of his shaved head. although, compared to all of the scenario, ken himself asks you to braid his hair for him. "please?" he looks at you with a small elastic hair tie in one hand, the other holding a small comb. "sure, sit here," you make a space for him in between your legs. deciding against on having the usual banter with him after seeing the faint dark circles under his eyes.
obliging your instructions, ken settled in between your legs, arms instinctively resting on top of your knees. chills runs down his spine when the pad of your finger grazes his scalp while untangling his hair, "you stayed up late?" you try to hold a conversation while prepping his hair. instead of an answer, you feel his head leaning back on you with his eyes closed. you chuckle at him and stop your ministration, "i can't braid your hair if you're gonna lean back ken," he merely hums, not processing any of your words, hand reaching out to return where your hand was before.
-hanemiya kazutora
valhalla!kazutora is someone you would like to keep a distance from. though unlike others, you are weirdly gravitated towards him just like how keisuke stood by his side the entire time. kazutora feels your intense gaze causing him to shift from one foot to the other, "something wrong?" his voice strangely quiet and small today.
"don't you get annoyed with your bangs basically hindering one of your eyesight?" you genuinely ask the boy. he is taken aback by your question and how you hold significance to it as if it's a crucial situation. he breaks eye contact and chuckles, brings a hand up to toy with his bangs, "well, it does get annoying once in a while."
kazutora looks back at you with a genuine fond smile, a rare sight that is preserved for his loved ones only. "you have any solution in mind?" your eyes lit up at his question and instantly give him an answer, "can i braid your hair?" at the very least, he did not expect that answer from you nevertheless he shrugs it off, curious on how he would look like with his hair up. after the agreement and you struggling on his unexpected unruly hair, "there we go," you cheered and mentally give yourself a pat on the back.
kazutora enthusiastically takes the hand mirror from you inspecting the great waterfall braid you did to him which is complimented with his blond locks. he looks back at you with wide eyes, "i love it!" after exclaiming his excitement, he looks back at the mirror craning his neck side to side, occasionally rocking his head to see the braid rocks with his movements.
better ready yourself because kazutora would go to you after liking the first time you braided his hair. the valhalla gang will never get used to seeing one of their strongest in different pretty hairstyles every other day.
ran swoons every time you patch him up after a fight. even if he only has a few scratches he’ll pull all the dramatics while pretending to be hurt. if you kiss his bruises and tiny scratches, he’ll cling to you for the next few hours.
a/n: thank you for joining the event! this is my first time writing for ranhoya so i hope i gave them both justice through this drabble 😩
• ran haitani x smiley kawata; slow burn enemies to lovers, eventual mutual pining, abrupt time skip to established relationship (if dont do it, this will end up in a full-length one shot lol), aged up
• "Their friends dare them to kiss a stranger at midnight and they are just tipsy enough to actually do it."
• major character death
warning: drinking, A LOT of cursing, barely edited 🤡
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it's midnight.
druken-hazy vision, alcohol reeking breaths, and a cheering crowd. ran cannot tell time at his current state but the loud explosion of fireworks coloring the grey sky lets him know that another year has passed.
yet, he's drunk again.
fuck the auspicious aunties who advise people on welcoming a new year with a healthy state of mind as to attract luck and good health. his life can not get any better. he's stuck in an abyss, a loop he cannot get out of. he's meant to live a dull life.
"ran." the boy next to him elbows him. he sits with his body leaning forward, eyes searching for his. ran blinks to adjust his blurry vision and brows furrowing in the process. when he catches a familiar sight, a lazy smile tugs on his mouth.
"ah, rin." ran slaps his brother's back as a greeting as he lets out an airy breath.
their peers begin to settle back in their seats after watching the fireworks by the window at the old bar they arr staying at. customers come from different underprivileged communities and many of them are members of various gangs in Tokyo and nearby cities. hence, it's no surprise when they stumble upon enemies and associates.
"let's do another round." a female, whose name he cannot recall, from the group declares.
rin nudges his brother as a way to ask if he wants to be included in the next round. nonetheless, ran nonchalantly nods at his brother, waving a hand in the air as if saying, "whatever you want."
the stupid teenage game is the least of his problem. if he fails to do the dare, he doesn't mind taking a shot. he's taken countless shots tonight so what's another few before he knocks out?
the bottle spins at the center table where everyone sits around. ran tries to focus on the bottle but his own vision spins by the look of it. hence, he shakes his head off in an attempt to reset his eyes and before he could dart his focus back to the bottle everyone begins to cheer.
"ranny boooy it's your turn."
"can you do it? you look fucking wasted, bro."
"you'll die of liver failure before the year ends."
"truth or dare?"
he can't refute the comments thrown at him as the alcohol in his veins get the best of him. fuck this stupid game and fuck new year celebration, ran curses under his breath as he keeps his head low.
once lifts his heavy chin up, he spits. "dare."
a series of ooh's and remarks on how brave he is for choosing dare despite his unruly state clatters within the circle but ran did not pay attention any of it.
"kiss a stranger." someone from the circle says.
of course, it has to be this. it is a belief that the first person you kiss on new year's day is the person you will love for the rest of your life but ran does not believe in any of those as much as the others. he has given up on love ever since he was young. his parents were not a great example and his violent peers only worsen it. love is for everyone but him.
hence, without much thought ran jolts up. he balances on his two feet before approaching the first person he laid his eyes on. unfortunately for the boy sitting on a stool by the bar counter he is ran's apple of the eye for tonight.
ran taps the boy's shoulder and the latter whips his head at the gesture. to his surprise, the boy appears to have a young face but their age may not be too far from each other. he holds a smile that charms people in, an aura he could never have. it's enchanting in a way to see a person with no traces of a hard life is seen at this shabby place. he doesn't fit here so why is he here?
"excuse me?" he pulls him back to reality. ran pathetically blinks his eyes before him. the brief walk to the counter should have worn off at least a bit of alcohol in his system but it doesn't.
"can i kiss you?" ran says without a pause.
"what?" confused, the boy presses his brows together. he feels the warmth of his body travel to his cheeks, mortified if he had heard him right.
"i want to kiss you and i'm asking if i can." ran rolls his eyes as if annoyed that he has to repeat himself. he changes his mind, "you know what, i'll just do it."
as he was leaning in to steal a kiss from the boy, he latter's reflexes catches him off guard. a hand coils around the material covering his chest. his grip is tight and strong. ran could tell that he is not an oridinary folk. his fist might have landed a number of knockouts and this thought alone excites ran.
"i'll rip your limbs apart if you touch me." he threatens with a low voice, a tone different from when he first greeted him. albeit, the intensity between them sends sparks in ran's druken mind.
"smiley, is there something wrong?" someone asks from a distance. smiley's, as ran assumed to be the name of boy who has him on hold, face covers the intruder. all he can look at is the space between his cheek and his ear.
"nothing, mikey. i can handle it." his tone lightens but once the stranger is gone. smiley pulls ran towards him with a firm grip.
absurd as one calls it but ran finds it amusing to be threatened by a pretty-faced stranger. tempted to do what he was told not to just to witness his wrath. his tongue rolls and his teeth grits as he smiles.
no one dared to intimidate him. his reputation exceeds. he's infamous for beating people to a pulp but no one had the guts to cross his lines.
except for him.
ran chuckles to himself, tilting his head towards nahoya so that the tips of nose brushes against his skin. his breath warm from the alcohol sends shudders to the stranger.
"you're exactly my type." ran whispers in his ear before planting a chaste kiss on the side of his face.
nahoya pulls back once he felt a pair of wet lips on his skin. his arm pushes the druken man, eyes rounding and heaet pounding at the sight of a blush streak face. anger bubbles inside him as it mixes with a feeling he isn't accustomed to.
it's midnight.
hazy vision, alcohol reeking breaths, and a cheering crowd. ran cannot tell time at his current state but the loud explosion of fireworks coloring the grey sky lets him know that another year has passed.
yet, he's here again.
he should have believed the auspicious aunties who advise people on welcoming a new year with a healthy state of mind as to attract luck and good health. his life was getting better. he was pulled out from the loop he could not get out of. he was in love, human, and feeling. maybe if he welcomed the year prior in a proper way then maybe... maybe he might still be here.
if only he had listen to nahoya that one night in december then he would not have risked himself for him. everyone knew the dangers of that night, yet ran was stubborn enough to push through.
his carelessness caused him great loss.
as the crowd cheers and jumps as to welcome a new year, the trembles and wails in ran's chest reverberates in the loud room.
a year ago he was there, sitting at the bar stool by counter, a chaste kiss on his cheek and his heart on his shoulder.
he took him time for granted.
i know i could have done better but if i try to highlight the parts where they fall in love this won't be a drabble. as i mentioned earlier, this is a slow burn enemies to lovers au so a drabble won't suffice. it needs to be a full length one shot OR a chaptered fic. so, i'm sorry for cutting it short bUT HECKKKKK do i want to write more
an act of cowardice (out of the abyss) || ran haitani x gn! reader
☆༉ contains: 820 words. angst with a happy ending, profanity, kind of hurt comfort, friends to lovers kind of
☆༉ excerpt: You need the confirmation, something that you can hold, something that can make you feel grounded– the word you needed wasn't that, it wasn't enough to pull you from the abyss you fell into.
☆༉ end note: I know the conversations are gross I hate it too (is this based on the same experience? yes minus the ending sksk)
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“Why can't you understand!”
“Then help me understand!”
Tears fall freely from your face, the weight of the words you utter resonates – it feels hot, throat flaring both from the intensity of your emotion and the volume of your voice.
This stupid friendly date shouldn't have lead to this, the blooming field of flowers shouldn't have been turned into a battlefield but the desire, the need to know what this… all of this was, is unbearable.
“This, you… you always made me assume things. You said you like me, that you only want me and no other. Make me feel things, treat me as if I'm someone special to you- you… you always fucking lead me on then make me imagine scenarios in my head but never- you fuck, what are we?”
The words that you tried to hold back, the thoughts that plagued your head every night– flew past your mouth the second you lost all rationality. the stinging ache could've been obscured, could've been masked but the reality was catching up to you, making you realize the grave you buried yourself into.
“You… me, what the fuck is this Ran, please tell me” The desperateness in your voice made his defensive stance crumble.
It wasn't his goal to make you feel like this was all worthless, that despite how awfully hard it is for him to show you he likes you, that he doesn't regret anything, in your eyes, it seems like you're second guessing if he's genuine or not.
“I've always thought about how pathetic I look, that in this whatever relationship we had– I'm at a disadvantage. I always tell you how I feel, I've always been honest with my feelings. But you, I never know what's going inside your head, I'll always think every night if- if you.. do you really like me, if you actually meant every word you say”
You hugged your sides, plopping into the floor, trying to make yourself look small, to shield you from the pain. Ran stood still, even as he sees your state, even as your every word made him chest pang.
If he could, he'd run up to you- tell you what he needed to say but the words wouldn't come out because in truth, this was all his fault.
—but that doesn't mean he'll let this on, that he'll let you face this cruel situation he put you into.
“I'm sorry y/n, it's all my fault. I'm a coward I couldn't- I can't tell you how I feel and, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I made you feel like this” he wasn't touching you nor sitting beside you to pat your back like he would always do– but he's in front of you, careful as to not push you away.
(He doesn't want to be a coward anymore.)
“Look at me, I'll tell you what are we” you're scared—that wasn't the term, perhaps terrified... terrified, that the answer to the question you've always asked is now coming to light.
But that fear was easily replaced when you slowly lifted your head, violet eyes meeting yours.
“You're captivating, funny, the most perfect person I have ever met in this world.” You could feel the genuinity in his words, but it still wasn't enough.
You need the confirmation, something that you can hold, something that can make you feel grounded — the word you needed wasn't that, it wasn't enough to pull you from the abyss you fell into.
“I'm a coward for not making it clear, to make you feel like this. I'm an idiot” a pause, stray tear fell from his usually calm demeanor.
“I love you, more than I can imagine. I couldn't say that because well, I'm a coward. I always assumed that when I finally found the perfect time I would tell you but guess that perfect timing is always pushed back” he smiled at you, unlike any other, the smile wasn't hidden with something- this time it's out of love, out of the caged feelings, out of the abyss.
“Are you telling the truth?” you sniffled. “yes, I'm telling the truth.”
“You're definitely a coward. Just because you told me that doesn't mean I forgive you now, okay.”
“I know, I'll make it up to you”
Your hands immediately wrapped around his waist, burying your tear stricken face into the crook of his neck. It's warm, refreshing – just like how it is after a storm.
Ran hugged you back, humming when he heard your hiccups, this feels nice, it's like a change of scenery.
“I'm sorry again for being an idiot.” He kissed your crown, basking in the silence as the both of you lingered in each other's warmth.
Putting away the weapons, all those years you both thread on the thin string – were now done, it all ended.
“I love you, y/n”
