featuring : ran haitani ⸝⸝ rindou haitani ⸝⸝ mikey sano
in other words : reading fake live comments with your bf
content : fluff ,, comedy ,, swearing ,, gn reader ,, no mention of pronouns ,, suggestive language ,, not proofread ,, may be ooc .
ARLA YAP : based on this trend, it’s kinda short so forgive me sigh, i tried my best, was thinking of other characters but deadass none would click in my head ,, LEAVING TO GO TO HOLIDAY TODAY .
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“ok,” you leaned back on the chair, staring at the phone which was recording infront of both you and your boyfriend, you were surprised at how quickly he agreed to join in the with trend you had suggested, it was so quick it felt almost suspicious.
then Ran leaned into the phone as he spoke, a sly grin coming up as he spoke. “who’s the sexy one on the left.” and of course, it was him. he was on the left.
you looked around, as if finding the person on the left which wasn’t him, he gave a quick side eye at your action before you followed his previous actions and leaning in; “i think they mean me,” you roll your eyes. “they clearly don’t know their left and rights.”
he looked away for a moment, staring at you. however you pushed back your smile still staring at the phone, “why does the guy have so many split ends—“ you leaned back, faking a gasp as if it weren’t just you who said that, glancing right back at him to see his reaction.
he snapped his neck back to the phone, forgetting you both were only doing a tiktok trend. then he turned back to you his mouth agape, “what.” for once in your life this was the first time you have ever seen Ran so lost and confused.
you started to laugh as soon as he checked his hair, holding it with two fingers to see if it really were dead. “the fuck.” he continued, though you sunk in the chair, your face red from laughing.
» 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨
you and your beloved boyfriend sat in the kitchen, it took him awhile to agree to the trend— though as soon as you mentioned you could rage bait each other with it his eyes lit up and he immediately said yes.
as soon as you set the camera up and leaned back on the chair, he spoke, “who’s the biggie on the right, guys you can’t say that!” you blink, trying to figure out what the hell he said. turning to look at him you speak, “mikey your on the right.”
his mouth drops, “what.” you nod and laugh, “oh my god. no fucking way.” he groans as you speak, crossing his arms and pouting his face, though his eyes don’t leave the screen which sat in front of you both still recording the whole thing, as soon as he saw you open your mouth to talk he sunk deeper into the chair.
“oh— someone said, someone said!” you repeat, holding your gaze with the camera. “aren’t asians suppose to be skinny?” your hand went straight up to your mouth as you gasp, staring at him. “guys don’t do him like that, he’s just big bodied!”
he leans back up, a smirk appearing on his face though he didn’t mention what you had just said, “they are coming for you!” he’d say, pointing at the camera as if it were actually live. “you would think with a forehead like that they could get an A in chemistry.” you gasp, smacking the back of his head earning a yelp from the boy.
“the fuck mikey!”
» 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢
you had to describe the whole trend to rindou first, and then he agreed, he waited for you to set the camera up on the coffee table as he sat on the couch, once you plopped down beside him he stayed silent; staring at the phone.
he blinked as he watched you instead, watching as you inclined forward as you spoke, “you got ass type in men.” he gasps before you do, his face turning right back to the camera. “you can’t say that! i love him.” you say as you wrap your arms around him for a split second before shifting back to where you were beforehand.
rindou on the other hand smirked, pursing his lips as he thought thoroughly, he rested his hand on your thigh stroking it as he gave a look to the camera, squinting his eyes for a moment. “who’s the chatterbox? mhm. my partner.” he scoffed, ignoring the fact you are most likely glaring daggers at him. “you got any side hoes—“
you gasp, slapping his hand, though he carried on, enjoying it. “no,” he pulled you close. “they are my side piece.” he immediately started laughing as he felt you punch his side, you knew your punches were not strong enough to hurt him.
after you stopped, you glare right at the camera, thinking of what to say next before speaking, “i bet he has a small dick,” you look over at him, looking him up and down before returning back to the camera. “he doe—“
“what the fuck [name]!”
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BONTEN MEN MEETING THEIR WIVES FOR THE FIRST TIME !! (PART ONE)
☁️ mikey, haitani ran, haitani rindou
☁️ unedited. mild angst on mikey's part. ran is technically not a first meeting, but yeah! suggestive on ran's part. fluff. cursing. mikey is lowkey a stalker. (only putting the three of them first because it was getting too long 😭)
♡ — MIKEY
It’s just another day, another mission. There’s nothing new for Mikey. And even if there was, there’s hardly anything he looks forward to now. Whether it’s a mission accomplished or mission failed, he hardly notices. His executives will take care of it, anyway. So he walks aimlessly in the streets he calls his, unafraid of the night’s darkness and the dangers it might bring – quite frankly, because he is the danger that lurks. What is there to be afraid of when he’s the worst imaginable nightmare around?
So lost in his own thoughts, it takes him a second to register the collision of his body with someone else. “I’m sorry!” a sweet voice cuts through the night air. You sound adorable and apologetic enough Mikey’s eyes light up for just a brief moment. Dark, lifeless eyes come to life as he glances at you – bowing in apology while clutching your satchel to your chest. “I wasn’t looking where I was going and I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to–”
At any other day, Sanzu would’ve handled this for him. At any other day, Mikey would’ve let it slide and moved on because he just doesn’t care. You’re a civilian, anyway, and you knew better. No one bumps into him like this by accident. Curious, he tilts his gaze to you. There’s only one good conclusion of your unabashed expression that of guilt and genuine embarrassment – you must not have any idea who he is and treated him like you would anyone else.
He’s not the fearsome Manjiro Sano to you.
He’s just a stranger you inconvenienced, and for some reason, that soothes him. He’s not a killer in your eyes. He’s not a person who’s continuously done the wrong thing for the past few years. He’s just... him.
“It’s okay,” he replies after a moment, tucking his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie. “It’s late, though. You shouldn’t be out around this time of night. It’s dangerous.”
“Oh, I know,” you scrunch up your nose, “Gangs are running rampant and all. But this is the only time I can take a high-paying shift, and what’s the point of safety if I can’t pay my bills, right?”
He doesn’t know how to answer that. He hasn’t worried about bills in a long time – Kokonoi has that covered. Instead, he nods, finding it hard to look away from you. “Stay safe, then. And if you need help, then...” Then, what? The gangs would help? Bonten would keep you safe? No, that was ridiculous. Bonten was the one thing everyone wanted to be protected from.
It hits him, then, that he is the monster that makes everyone feel unsafe. And for once in his life since he’d established Bonten, Mikey feels sick.
He doesn’t want to be the cause of your worries.
— It doesn’t take much to find out everything about you – where you work, where you live, when your shifts happen, and even silly details like what your favourite flavour or cup ramen is. He tells himself he’s doing this for your safety, and in a way, he is. You weren’t kidding when you said you take graveyard shifts because it pays the best, so upon finding out you come home really late, and go to work just as, Mikey takes it upon himself to watch from afar. Never approaching, never striking a conversation – because he doesn’t know what to say, and how could he explain he knows your routine by now – but always watching. Guarding. Protecting. He must look ominous gazing upon you from buildings afar, but he’s content with it. He thinks he can do this for as long as he likes, simply watching you from afar.
— But then he realizes he wants more.
— And he doesn’t know what ‘more’ means exactly. More time with you? You don’t even know who he is. More conversations? He’d probably stumble over his words, or make the worst jokes. Fuck. He hasn’t joked in a while. Would you even find him funny? He thinks about all day long, all night long, until you’re the only one running into his mind and he’s been so mentally checked out of his own meetings that his executives have – politely – asked him to just take a while for himself.
— So he does, and because he was never good at controlling his urges, he goes to you. He dresses a little nicer than usual; a newly ironed shirt, a good pair of jeans, and even asked Rindou to fix his hair up for him. “Going on a date?” he’d teased, but even Mikey doesn’t know how to answer that. It’s not a date, but he’d be damned if he let another day go by that you didn’t know his name.
— He introduced himself, rather awkwardly, and pretends like he didn’t come to your work on purpose. “I didn’t know you worked here,” he says, and it couldn’t be a bigger lie. But you just smile up at him like you’re happy to see him, like you’ve been hoping to meet again, and for a moment, Mikey lets himself believe that it could be true. Maybe he deserves that smile. Maybe someone actually wants to see him. He lingers on that delusion long enough that he’s matched his routine with yours – walking you back home, letting you talk about how much you hate your boss, and hate your sleazy customers even more. It’s not easy being a waitress, especially when you’re forced to wear tight-fitting clothes with the intention of attracting customers. And it gets to him. The darkness and rage he’s been letting quietly simmer beneath his veins as to not scare you off finally resurfaces.
— He hates it all – hates how you’re in such an unfortunate situation, and there’s only so little he could do. Until he realizes he’s the Manjiro Sano. After sending in Sanzu to deal with your boss, who may or may not have been gently blackmailed into treating you better and giving you higher pay or else, Mikey notices the weight being lifted off your shoulder. You’ve started smiling more and even invite him to your place one time to celebrate your ‘fortunes.’
“Are you sure?” he asks rather warily, “I mean, it’s late at night.”
“Yeah, it’s fine,” you reassure him, and lead him inside your home. He almost feels bad for you for being so unaware. You don’t have the slightest idea you’re bringing a killer in the safety of your home, but he doesn’t get the chance to dwell on it when you turn on the lights. He’s greeted by your homey apartment, a little cluttered, a little messy, and it’s a little small for you that he can’t imagine would be comfortable – but it’s yours, and you’re proud of it. Pulling out a mat, you tell him to make himself at home while you prepare some celebratory snacks. They’re nothing fancy – mostly chips, cheap wine, and a few hardened candies.
It’s probably the worst timing to realize he’s falling in love.
First of all, there’s nothing romantic about watching you lean against the counter, humming to yourself as you pop open the wine. Second of all, you don’t look enticing or seductive. Not in your mismatched pyjamas and even more hilariously mismatched socks. But you are enticing – from the way your throat vibrates at your humming, to your quick, swift movements preparing the snacks. You look so at home, so content, that he can’t help but want that for himself. Want you for himself. He wants you at his place and to decorate it as you wish. He wants you to liven it up and scatter knick-knacks all over his room. He wants your toothbrush next to his in the bathroom. He wants you – wants all of you – from your crumpled shirt, to your aching shoulders after a long day at work, wants to kiss it all better for you.
He wants you.
And when the Bonten Head wants something, he will get it.
— If someone told him that a few years from now that his silly musings at three in the morning would finally come true, he’d have scoffed at them. But this is his reality is now, and how he’ll spend the rest of his life.
You’re standing next to him in his bathroom, brushing your teeth while simultaneously humming to yourself. He’s heard the melody enough to have memorized it. And when he’s having a hard day, he sings it to himself, although it never sounds as good like when you do it. The tune is comforting, a reminder you’re in his life now, that everything’s worked out. You married him, and he couldn’t be a happier man.
“Something wrong, Manjiro?” you ask after rinsing your mouth, turning to him with a hand on your hips. Stern, yet unbelievably gentle. Cupping his cheeks with your hands, he melts. “Tell me. How can I make it better?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” he says, and it’s the truth. The moment is all too perfect. You’re here with him, you’re safe, and you’ve loved him after everything he’s done. “Just wanna hold you.”
You break him to it. Lunging into his arms, you giggle and bury yourself around his neck, knowing full well he’ll catch you. Mikey laughs, too, but it’s quieter, more reserved, the sound nearly muted because your skin is pressing against his so hard that it becomes hard to fathom there was ever a time he felt he wasn’t worth of love. And maybe he still isn’t. He still has Bonten, he still has horrible urges, he still gets the demanding itch to kill and hurt – but you’re there, in his arms, and he feels the darkness slowly simmer into tamed shadows.
♡ — HAITANI RAN
Ran is not subtle with his feelings. He believes in the beauty and art of flirting, of holding one’s gazes for just a second longer than what was considered polite, the fleeting, yet burning touches one could pass off as innocent. He’s had enough experience in his life to have mastered it. He’s handsome, he’s irresistible, and he knows it. Beauty and charm is a weapon he wasn’t ashamed of wielding, especially not around his current flavour of the month – or more like months, now. He’s played this game of tic tac toe with you, this push and pull, for so long that he feels he’ll lose his mind.
Like everyone else in Bonten, he usually gets what he wants. But you’re different. You’re attracted to him – that much he knows – but you’re the one responsible for all of Bonten’s uniform and suits that your attraction borders just on the edge of professionalism. But he knows. Oh, he knows. You aren’t so subtle yourself.
Each time he comes around for a fitting, your lips twitch as if you’re fighting back a smile. He also doesn’t fail to notice how you’re gesturing around to your staff in the shop to give you two ‘privacy.’ Bonten executive or not, Ran isn’t foolish – he knows he’s the only one receiving this special treatment. Knows you don’t touch your other clients like this – with a perfectly manicured nail grazing down his arm, your eyes lidded with lust, your blood-red lips caught between your teeth.
It makes Ran yearn.
He wants those same claws to run down scratches behind his back. He wants to take those lips into his mouth, instead, to have you ruin his suits by staining it with your lipstick on his collar, his neck, his tie, his pants. It’d give him more of a reason to come back, anyway. But you just had to be so professional that he always leaves the shop with his pants feeling tighter than ever, his lungs constricted because it becomes hard to breathe around you, yet feeling so addicted to the high of having you so close, yet so far away.
“You should come back for another fitting,” you call out to him just as he swings the door open. He freezes. He’s always the one scheduling a fitting. Unable to help it, he shuts the door and locks it, smirking to himself when he hears the vague hitching of your breath behind the counter.
“And why is that?”
“Oh, you know,” you manage to tease, but ah. He can see right through you. Even with your nonchalant facade, he can tell he’s getting under your veins with every step he takes to close the distance between you. Damn the counter. Damn any customers who might be waiting outside. For now, there’s only him and you, and he thinks he may damn well truly ruin his pants when you look up at him with eyes blown wide with want. With need.
He wishes you could just let go and give in.
“I, in fact, don’t know. But do care to enlighten me,” leaning down, he rests his arms against the counter, glad to finally be at your eye level. You’re prettier in this angle, which baffles him, because you’re already so pretty enough it hurts. And he can’t help but wonder if you’d look a hundred times better in... different angles. An angle under him, perhaps, where you’re helpless and forced to clutch his biceps while you hold on for dear life. Because Ran guarantees once he gets his hands on you, he’s never letting go.
“I just think,” with narrowed eyes, he feels your heated gaze travel from his face that’s inches away from yours down to his chest, and to the bulge constricted around his pants. You let out a breathy sound at the sight of it, his body responding by growing even harder. “Your pants are too tight for you now. Perhaps we should make you a better one?”
“I have other ways in mind in which we could resolve this problem. Preferably one that doesn’t consist of measuring tapes,” he raises his brow, watches as you slowly unfold and unravel right at his palms. It’s almost satisfying. Almost. He’s wanted you for so long that frustration is more what he feels right now, and impatience. “Although I’m not entirely against using ropes.”
♡ — HAITANI RINDOU
Rindou doesn’t concern himself with civilians. He has better things to do, and after a long day, he’s more than ready to just plop himself into bed and wake up only when the world is ending. Or, he could just let it end, too. He couldn’t care any less. Unfortunately for him, though, the universe has different plans for him that night. He just wanted to get a damned drink, for fuck’s sake, until he hears screaming and the shuffling of feet as soon as he steps out of the convenience store.
“Stop him!” someone squeals, the cry helpless and desperate. From where he stood, wine bottle on one hand, he could see the figure of a man running with what seemed like a bag clutched to his chest. “Someone help, please!”
Rindou sighs. There’s nothing more that he hates more than petty crimes that are more inconveniences than impactful. Before he could register what he’s doing, Rindou’s arm extended out in front of himself, and within the blink of an eye, the thief whizzing past him had been caught by the collar. The thief struggles against his hold, whining and thrashing with curses thrown his way.
“Let me fucking go, you oaf!”
“I don’t think so,” Rindou tips his head to the side just as a figure appeared behind the thief. You stand there, wheezing to catch your breath with your hands on your knees. At the sight of him effortlessly restraining the thief, you break out into a relieved sigh and snatch back your bag, holding it more possessively. And oh, aren’t you just pretty? With your skin layered with a sheen of sweat from all that running, cheeks damp with tears, your frown now replaced with a grateful smile – Rindou feels like you’re the thief. “Whoa. Careful with that smile, sweetheart.”
Your brows furrow, and he nearly groans. It should be a crime for someone to look so adorably confused. “What?”
“Okay, that’s enough, they got their bag back, now let me go!”
Right. He still had a lame excuse of a criminal on his hand. With a roll of his eyes, Rindou throws the man against to the ground until he’s coughing out blood from when he hit the pavement. He hears you gasp, and it makes him wince. He hadn’t meant to be so harsh. You’re probably afraid of him now.
“Run along,” he warns the petty thief, and he didn’t need to be told twice. As soon as the man disappears, Rindou turns to you, a lazy smile making its way into his face. “You know, I usually hate being troubled, but this might be the first time I don’t mind as much.”
Your jaw drops. You look around frantically in your bag for a moment, and just when he thinks you can’t get anymore interesting, you pull out a wad of cash and shove it to him. Rindou cocks a brow. “And what is that for, sweetheart?”
“To-to thank you for saving me! And it’s also an apology because I troubled you...”
Rindou fights the urge to scoff. “I feel like I should be offended,” he says in a sing-song manner, only because you don’t take the teasing well, and the sight of you stumbling over your words is already making his night. He wants to reassure you it’s no trouble at all, that he’ll easily catch all your thieves for you, or that you can steal his heart and never give it back to him. But he doesn’t, because he’s just met you, and maybe, just maybe, he’s curious how this will go.
“Oh, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to–”
“Say, if you really want to thank me, why don’t we share this?” he lifts his wine bottle, and you eye it for a moment before nodding eagerly. His heart drops. He lowers the bottle, his voice growing darker – yet make no mistake. Behind his scowl and hardened eyes, his heart is beating a mile a minute, and his skin is burning impossibly hot. “Don’t you think you say yes a little too easily?”
“Uhm, but you saved me. You helped me, and this is how you want to be thanked.”
Rindou thinks his brain might short-circuit. You are definitely trouble.
“I could be more dangerous than him, you know,” he leans toward you menacingly to prove a point, but you don’t cower. Your breath hitches, and you clutch your bag tighter. But you don’t move away, and neither can he. Now that he’s closer, he can smell your strawberry scented perfume and he shuts his eyes, greedily inhaling the scent. Shit. He hasn’t even drunk anything, and he already feels intoxicated. Taking a step back for his own sanity, Rindou levels you a warning glare. “You really should be more careful, sweet. Perhaps it’ll lower the chances of you running into trouble.”
“Oh,” you look dejected, though he could just be imagining it. “Yeah, okay, uh... I’ll be more careful. Thank you again...?”
“Rindou.”
“Rindou,” you repeat, and he realizes his name sounds sweeter when you say. With a scrunch of your nose, you eye the wine in his hands again. “Will I see you again? I really want to thank you for your help.”
With such a sweet offer, how can he resist? He’d be stupid to say no – even if you were trouble, it’s fine. He wasn’t notorious for being a troublemaker for no reason anyway.
Headcannons for any tokrev characters with an s/o that can dance? For example: the jitterbug (a dancing style)- and whenever they're at parties they often times dance with random people. Thank you!!
i immediately thought of the haitani brothers because they own a club, so i feel like having a s/o that can dance just makes sense to me.
reader is gn! reader
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being ran's s/o includes...
y'all literally met in his club.
and of course he was immediately interested after seeing you dance your heart out on the dance floor.
you were a great dancer, in his opinion. genuinely looked like you ruled the dance floor, and even when you were dancing with random people you led them through the steps well enough to look like the two of you practiced it.
other people had fun dancing with you and watching you dance, it was that good.
so ran expertly slides into a seat next to yours and offers you a drink, though he's shocked to hear that you didn't come to the club for drinks, you came here to dance and clear your head.
apparently, it was your first time in his club, but you still danced like nobody's business. and since it was your first time there, you didn't realize you were talking to one of the two owners of the club until one of the waiters literally called him "boss"
ran wished he took a picture of your face then because it was so cute and funny to him
you were flustered, confused, bamboozled, gob smacked, embarrassed, and all of the above.
it's a surprise you didn't catch on, since ran and rindou are the only two people wearing tuxedos in the club, which definitely grabbed some looks.
but after you've calmed down, ran offers to dance with you and get your mind off the past five minutes that he spent laughing at your reddened face.
thankfully, you agree, and ran finds himself having the best time of his life in his own club without getting drunk. didn't think anyone's company would be so liberating without alcohol in his system, but everyone learns something new everyday.
when it was time for you to go home, ran is slightly desperate for your number and even offers to drive you home, but is only granted your number since you drove to the club on your own. so, he sadly bids you good night and mournfully watches you leave the club like a wife watching her husband go to war.
rindou was confused at the mopey face that ran had when he got home, but realizes ran was being dramatic. again
and true to your word, you came back the next evening, dressed in loose, formal casual clothing that seemed to match your personality a little too well.
ran fell in love at second sight when he saw you twirl and dip a random girl, not because you were strong enough to dip her and bring her back up safely, your smile was so bright he felt like he got blinded.
the sun? what's that? he only knows your smile as a source of light.
has called you his sunshine ever since. there's no other nickname that suits you better, not even something overly romantic like "my love" could out do "my sunshine."
definitely tires making suggestive moves when you dance together, but you insist on holding his hands and ballroom dance regardless of the song playing. somehow, dancing like that just fits.
being rindou's s/o includes...
unlike ran, who met you in his club, rindou met you before he opened up the club with ran, so around the time he and ran are still teens.
considering rindou's alcoholism, i like to image the two of you met when he drinking at a bar despite being underage.
he spotted you dancing on the dance floor with another girl who looked a little older than you and thought you were dating her until he saw the two of you say goodbye when the song was over.
he figured you were single for the taking and shoot his shot.
which hit the bullseye because he's suddenly leaving the bar with you dragging him by the hand and a skip to your steps.
doesn't really remember what happened after that, he distinctly remembers dancing in the rain with you later that day.
it's kind of a magical moment for him since it's one of the few days he isn't with ran, and suddenly he's not as lonely as he was anymore.
since any and all free days he has from being a delinquent is spent dancing somewhere with you and having the greatest time of your lives.
loves, lives, and breathes hugging your waist and swaying to light jazz music. no need to keep up with the tempo or anything, he just wants to listen to good songs and jam out with you.
he's one of those guys that makes the relationship official after one good date because 1) i feel like he's pretty spontaneous like that and 2) he really hit it off with you the first day.
as much as he doesn't like seeing other people dance with you, he can't say no to seeing you so happy. so the two of you compromise and make a deal that you only get to dance with other people at his and ran's club, but when you're out in a different place, you stick with him.
dates with rindou are like many small dates in one. you could spend an hour at the park doing nothing but going on the swings and pushing each other, another 30 mins at a cafe for snacks and drinks, the next few hours at an arcade or mall, and finally ending up at his club to dance and have dinner.
calls you his star because if his life was a show, you'd be the star of it.
May I request Ran with “enemies/rivals to lovers” where Ran accidentally hurts reader (with his words), he goes too far. Usually they tease and make fun of each other but this really hurt y/n, maybe it was one of her insecurities. Anyways, he makes it up too her by taking her “star gazing” and apologizing to her. Thanks!!!!!!!!
— ran haitani // enemies to lovers // stargazing
☆ ˎˊ˗ did i go overboard. well yes. but i chose this one in honor of changing my username ! im in love w this man ur honor. srsly tho i loveee writing the silly little banter with the ran fics its actually so fun :D hope yall enjoyyyy xoxo
☆ ˎˊ˗ fem!reader implied
☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 2.0k+
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you’re not exactly sure what’s going on right now.
one moment, you were lazing around your apartment, watching a drama and eating all the junk food you could see, and the next moment you were slung over ran haitani’s shoulder.
what?
if you’d known that answering the door would have resulted in this, you would have just ignored it.
“you stupid motherfucker!! let me down right now!!” you yelled, wiggling around trying to escape. ran’s grip around you was iron tight, making it next to impossible to try and get out. “can you just leave me the hell alone?! i was watching my drama!!”
“nope.”
“god, you’re such a douchebag sometimes.” you sighed, feeling defeated. there was probably no way you were going to escape back to your apartment if you hadn’t by this point, so you gave up. “what do you even want from me?? i thought you said you don’t like to talk to girls who are nerds ‘cause they freak you out or something.”
“...”
“are you even going to tell me where we’re going??”
“...”
“ran haitani!! answer me!!” ran said nothing once again, completely ignoring you as he exited your apartment building. as he kept walking, you heard the faint rumble of an engine, the rumble getting louder as he kept walking.
finally, his grip loosened around you, though you were a bit caught off guard by how gently he let you down from his shoulder. his hands held you steady by your waist as you stumbled a bit, feeling a bit dizzy from being upside down.
“ran, seriously, what’re you doing…?” you muttered, brushing his hands off from you. “it’s like 9pm! why are you here?!”
“get on.”
“what?” you got no response, instead watching as he settled himself in the front seat of his motorcycle, which you now realized was the cause of the rumbling sound.
“are you going to get on?” ran asked, turning his head a bit to look at you. you think that your big mistake here was looking him in his eyes; when you saw the emotion and turmoil swirling in his hazy purple irises, you couldn’t help but to oblige.
“fine, but only ‘cause you’re acting weird. if someone breaks into my apartment, you have to pay for everything since i know you didn’t lock the door.” you muttered, getting on the back seat of his motorcycle.
you waited for the bike to revv up and for him to start driving, but he paused for a moment, seeming to be thinking. after a moment, he turned around and reached behind you, searching for something in the back compartment. that same cool expression was on his face, making you feel a bit dumb for feeling so flustered at the sudden lack of space between the two of you. for crying out loud, his face was right next to yours! how was he so calm?
you couldn’t help but notice that he had foregone his usual braids, instead leaving his hair down. the way that his hair framed his face now covered the sharpness of some of his facial features, making him seem a lot less intimidating and more soft than he normally was.
he let out a small hum when he found what he was looking for, leaning back from you holding a helmet in his hands. he gently put it on your head, looking at you for a moment longer than was probably necessary before turning back around, his back to you.
what the hell…
as ran started drive off, you realized that there was a con to him having his hair down; as he started to speed up, his hair whipped right in your face, making you sputter as you tried to avoid it.
“if it’s bothering you, come closer.” you heard him say. you had no idea what kind of face he was making right now, though it was probably the same cool and collected expression as always. what did he even mean by that? does he know how suggestive he sounds?
as much as you didn’t like him, you also didn’t like having his hair continuously assaulting your face, so you scooted a bit closer to him. as he said, it was a little bit better, though his hair was still getting in your face.
you were finally given a break at the next stoplight, giving you a moment to take in the cool night’s air. despite the strange circumstances, you had to admit that being on a motorcycle always gave you a sense of comfort in some kind of way. you enjoyed feeling the wind on your face and seeing everything passing by; it made it seem like nothing else in the world mattered except for that moment.
suddenly, you felt yourself being pushed forward a whole lot more than was considered ‘friendly’. your chest made contact with ran’s back, your head awkwardly propped near his shoulder. looking to the side, you realized that ran had hooked his arm around your back and had pushed you forward, which you found to be somewhat of a feat considering the distance between the two of you, (you supposed he had his lanky arms and stature to thank for that).
“hey! what the hell was that?!”
“just helpin’ you out, doll.”
“whatever.”
despite the flippant way you muttered the word, you could feel the nervousness all bundled up inside you, twisting your stomach into knots. you weren’t sure what to even think at this point; what was he even trying to do here? last time you’d seen him…
“you freak me out when you talk like that; you’re really gonna be single forever if you keep acting like that.”
so what the hell was he doing now? why was he suddenly acting like nothing had happened?
although your thoughts were troubled by his strange behavior, you felt a bit awkward just leaning against him like a noodle, so you hesitantly wrapped your arms around his waist, keeping your grip loose. there were no words exchanged between the two of you for the rest of the drive, which gave you plenty of time to try and decipher his odd behavior.
you weren’t sure how much time passed before ran pulled over to the side of the road, slowing down and coming to a stop. your arms unwrapped themselves from around his waist and you leaned back, looking around.
he had brought you to a quiet part of the sumida river, the land around you slowly dipping until it met with the edges of the river. looking around, you couldn’t see any part of tokyo or any city buildings closeby, making you wonder just how far away he had taken you.
“hey, where are we right now?” you asked, getting off of his bike and stretching a bit. “it feels like we came kind of a long way.”
“i just followed the river for a bit. we aren’t too far from tokyo.” ran answered, flipping the kickstand down as he got off his bike. he pocketed his keys and slipped his fingers through his hair, fixing it a bit after the wind messed it up a bit.
“so, are you going to tell me why we’re here?”
“come on.” ran walked in front of you, walking down the steep grassy hill towards the river. you reluctantly followed, jogging a bit to catch up with his long strides.
“y’know, with the cryptic way you’re acting, i could think that you brought me here to murder me or something.”
“...”
“uh, ran? you’re not actually gonna murder me, right?”
“no.”
“okay, right.” the two of you reached the bottom of the hill, standing there for a moment before ran laid down. you were unsure of what exactly was going on, but you laid down next to him, getting a bit worried.
“hey…did something happen? is everything alright?” you were facing the sky that was littered with stars, but you could tell that ran was taking a moment to think before saying something.
“you could say that.”
“huh? what-?”
“you’ve been avoiding me, haven’t you?”
“...” now you were the one who was silent, unsure of how to respond to his question. he was right; you had been avoiding him. it wasn’t his fault that you had gotten butthurt over what was supposed to be a joke, but you hadn’t been able to help your feelings. the two of you joked and insulted each other all the time, so why was it that you were so hurt over that one comment?
you already knew why, but you weren’t going to tell him, not in a million years.
“you know i didn’t mean it.”
“i don’t know, maybe you did.” you answered flatly. “i don’t know why you even hang out with me. i’m always wondering if you’re gonna just up and leave one day and never talk to me again.”
“i wouldn’t do that to you.”
“you can’t say it’s not outside of your character though, can you? you’ve done that to other people, no?”
“it’s different with you.” you laughed coldly at that, choosing to ignore it.
“why are you even bringing this up right now? why come all the way here to talk about this when we could have just talked outside of my apartment?” you peered over at ran, feeling a bit infuriated to see the same damn expression on his face as always.
“am i not allowed to do something to try and apologize?” he asked, suddenly sitting up and looking towards you. “you’re right that i’ve done that to other people, but you’re not other people. you…” for the first time, you saw his face screw up in frustration, eyebrows scrunched together and lips pressed together. “fuck…you’re just different, okay? i felt like shit after i said that crap, and i felt even more shitty when you started avoiding me. so-” he took a breath, his face going back to his usual calm expression. “-i’m sorry.”
what. just. happened.
for a longer time than you would care to admit, you laid there staring at him with your mouth wide open, wondering if you were in the real world. to be fair, how were you supposed to believe this was real? the ran haitani, apologizing? to you?
“you…you’re not fucking with me, right?” you questioned, sitting up slowly.
“...no.” ran murmured, his gaze fixed on the river in front of you. “i can take you back home now, if you want.”
“no!” ran quirked an eyebrow at you at your sudden response, his violet gaze turning to you. “i mean, uh, it’s fine. i like it here.” ran smirked a bit at your explanation, laying back down.
“y’know doll, if i didn’t know any better, i would say that you’re nervous right now. why’re you nervous, hm?” the teasing lilt to his words made your cheeks feel warm, making you lay back down to avoid his gaze.
“you think i’m nervous? i’m not nervous, i don’t know what you’re talking…about…” your words tapered off as ran moved closer to you, his arm slipping under your frame and pulling you against him. he tucked your head under his chin, his arm moving to rest around your waist.
“hm, i guess you’re not nervous then. what a shame. you’re pretty cute when you’re nervous~” the close proximity allowed you to feel the vibrations of his voice rumbling through his chest as he spoke, making your heartbeat speed up exponentially.
“what…what do you think you’re-?”
“shh, look at the stars. that’s why i brought you here.” for some reason, his words immediately shut you up, your emotions being too extreme to say anything snarky back. all you knew at that moment was ran; his voice and the teasing tone he always has, his hair that’s splayed all around him making it seem like he’s an angel, his lazy purple eyes that are looking at you right now despite him saying to look at the sky.
“you-”
“shh.”
you supposed that you could just look at the stars for now.
trigger warnings: a little cussing, reader is female
A/N: I’ve decided to post more often, so here is a Ran dump I had saved in my drafts, because I love him so much.
Ran Haitani was the epitome of a ladies man. The very definition of one. His appearance and his charming personality was enough to with anyone over. Tall, well built but slim, with long hair tied up into braids, a pretty face and most of all, his calculating violet eyes that managed to capture the hearts of any girl he set his sights on. And he just was so seemingly effortless and graceful in all that he did. He was suave, charismatic, the list goes on. Not to mention, being able to take charge over the Roppongi district at such a young age and being apart of multiple gangs did wonders for the bad boy persona that so many females seem to like. Long story short, these advantageous traits made him extremely attractive. That’s why Ran Haitani, has always lived the good life when it came to dating. With one luck, he can wrap a girl around his finger. Who wouldn’t use this skill to their advantage?
This is precisely the reason when his younger brother Rindou didn’t even bat an eye when yet another one of his girlfriends came over to his house to disrupt the minimal peace he had. Living with such a popular brother like Ran isn’t easy. Naturally, with talents like these, a little bit of bragging is clearly understandable, right? So, obviously, Ran showed them off at every given moment. At last, what seemed like centuries later, the girl left looking utterly pleased that she was able to spend some time with a guy that seems like he came out of some fantasy shoujo manga.
After she left, Ran plopped on the living room couch looking bored and displeased. “What’s up with you?” Rindou inquired. “Shouldn’t your dumbass be smirking in my face telling me about how many girls you manage to pull?
“Aw come now, I understand you’re jealous but that’s no reason to insult your phenomenal elder brother, now is it?” Ran retorted.
Rindou merely rolled his eyes, however his exasperation quickly faded when he saw that the look on Ran’s face returned to displeasure. “Dude, what the hell is wrong with you? How can you look dissatisfied after hooking up with a girl?” Rindou asked his brother.
“I wish I could be as simple minded as you, Rindou.” The elder Haitani melodramatically sighed. “You see, when you’re as attractive as I am, you can get anyone to like you. And that’s exactly my problem. I get all these girls to like me, and majority of them are smoking too. But they’re all the same, just trying to get in my pants because they think I’m some hot bad boy gangster, which I mean, I am....but I think I just want someone to like me for me.”
Rindou blinked. “Bro... are you on crack?”, was the only thing the younger Haitani was able to spew out after hearing Ran’s rather surprising monologue. “I never thought I would see the day where Ran Haitani would be tired of hooking up and actually want to commit to a relationship.” Ran didn’t say anything but glared at his brother. Rindou, if he wanted to, could also be a complete asshole. “Well, Ran, you’ll find someone someday. But, there is no point in moping around. If you want a committed relationship with someone, get off your ass, find someone you like, and use your charms. And quit hooking up with girls who only want you for shallow reasons if it bothers you that much.”
Ran stiffened at being called out but grudgingly accepted that his brother was right. Rindou has always been the wiser one among the two. He simply tilted his head back against the couch and hoped that someone would come along soon...
“CRAP!!!” I’m gonna be late!!” You leapt out of your bed, when you realized that school would start in 20 mins. You had spent majority of the night before cramming for an extremely important test of yours, which lead to you oversleeping due to your exhaustion. Within a matter of minutes, you somehow managed to shove some sort of food in your mouth, sort your appearance out and pack your bags before bolting out the door.
“I think I may just have set a world record for fastest time to get ready”, you said as you were jogging at a quick pace. You pulled out your phone and checked the time. “Oh god, I’m gonna have to speed things up a notch if I want a hope of making it.” You swiftly quickened your pace. Upon focusing on being able to maintain a steady pace, you weren’t paying attention too much, which caused you to full on collide with an extremely tall person, which caused them to spill their drink they were holding, on their clothes.
You straightened yourself out before looking up at the stranger. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!! I was in a rush because I didn’t want to be late for class and I wasn’t paying attention.” You looked at the guy, who had shrewd, calculating eyes and stared at you. “Um, I’ll probably be late, but I can buy you a drink to compensate?” You got a better look at the man, and despite being soiled with his drink, he was extremely handsome, with long braids accentuating his pretty face. And..silent. He was starting to freak you out.
Meanwhile, in Ran Haitani’s mind, he didn’t know how to speak. He couldn’t gather his voice. What the hell is happening? He thought to himself. He was basically a professional flirt, so why was he struggling so much to recollect himself? He looked at the stranger before him. She was tinier than him, and stared at him apprehensively, and not to mention, she was incredibly cute. Beautiful. But not like anyone he was used to dealing with. He was used to dealing with girls with top-tier designer clothes, heavy makeup, and professionally done hair, and well... she was the opposite. She had a basic school uniform thrown on, which was disheveled, and a couple crumbs of food on her cheeks. And, she spilled a hot drink on him. So, how did Ran Haitani manage to fall so hard?
“Hello, dude...are you good?? Yes or no to that offer? I’d really appreciate an answer fast. I need to go to school.” You asked him, nearing the end of your patience. He snapped out of his reverie that you placed him in. “Hm..I dunno...I, Ran Haitani might need something more...” And at that, he internally cringed. Where had his eloquence gone? I, Ran Haitani?? Who says that in this day and age?? So, therefore, Ran wasn’t surprised when you looked at him funny. “Well, pretty...how about a date with me, hm? I think that’s payment enough. And, I promise it’ll be fun.” That should do it, Ran thought. Most girls would swoon if they could spend one NANOSECOND with me. And, your disgusted face made his heart drop, and he felt nervous. This was the first time he was so desperate for a girl to say yes. He wondered how someone like you managed to have so much power over him. How did you make him, of all people become a simp?
“Um...no thank you. I’m not really into the arrogant pretty-boy asshole type. But look! Those girls are!” You exclaimed, pointing to a small group of screeching girls staring at Ran. You pushed past him, as he stood dumbfounded. But, you quickly turned back and pushed a wad of crumpled bills into his unsuspecting hand.
“For the drink. Sorry for the disturbance, Ran Haitani.” And with that, you managed to make Ran Haitani come to a standstill. All he could do is stare at your distant figure, that retreated quickly.
Summary: Bonten gets a glimpse of softness from their executive as you sleep on his lap during a virtual meeting, not being able to fall asleep on your own.
✧ pairing: ran haitani x fem reader
✧ includes: super fluffy, ran babies you ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡
✧ a/n: I made his brother fluff, he gets one too.
You concentrated on Ran's cool hand for a few moments. The silence in your shared room was not uncomfortable; on the opposite, it was rather soothing. and you can easily fall asleep on this position.
Thanks to your husband, your previous feeling of discomfort had slightly vanished under his care.
When you heard movement, your eyes open. You tried not to think about how much you missed Ran's touch on you as as he got up.
"Can you tell me where you're going?" He appeared to be putting on a decent shirt an preparing to leave. You should have expected it, but disappointment reared its head due to your sensitive state— which could only be attributed to your sickness.
“I'm gonna get you some painkillers and uh, go on a call with everyone. Mikey just asked for us.” After he departed to retrieve your medicine, the silence in your room sounded deafening, sighing irritably.
“Here.” After a few minutes, Ran returned with a glass of water and a paracetamol for you to take. You tried to control your breathing to alleviate the nausea that had struck you once sitting up. After popping the medicine in, you eagerly accept the glass of water from Ran.
He took away the glass once you're finished, pulling the sheets back up over your body. “Are you going to leave now?” Was your displeasure with him departing your side visible on your face? You certainly hoped not
“No, I'm staying.” You raised a brow, expecting him to expand on what he'd said. Ran locked his gaze on you for a minute, gaze tracking yours until he spoke, “You can't sleep without me here, right? Move over.” He simply spoke.
So he knew about your lack of comfort during his absence when in bed...
You scoot over and made room for him with a groan in your throat from the heavy headache. “Come lay on my chest.” Ran insists, taking out his laptop from the night stand drawer.
You happily obeyed, letting your head comfortably fall on your husband's warm torso as he propped the computer up wih his knees. He positioned the camera only above his shoulders to respect your privacy and let you sleep peacefully.
“My excuses for calling you in such an ungodly hour, shall we start?” Mikey's voice and your husband's fingers delicately combing through your hair were the last things you were conscious of before falling into a deep state of tranquility and then slipping into slumber.
Ran's eyes started to sting from staring into the comouter screen for too long in such a dim environment. His hand was still carefully grazing over your frame as he listened to their leader.
You roll over in your sleep and loosely tucked your arms under Ran's body, causing the camera to shake a little.
“It's been taken care of, we can rule that out.” Sanzu spoke.
“Alright, good.” Ran was practically falling asleep at this point, having already wwnt through his part on the job.
Until you jolt in your sleep, eyes shooting open once you realized you still have been sleeping on Ran. “You ok?” He whispered, eyes looking down yours.
You blink for a moment and felt your head lighter and the ache had decreased. “Yes. Little better now.” You answer. Ran smiles at your response, and he just couldn't help but plant a soft kiss over your now pain-free temples.
“Holy shit, Ran! are you like, getting head?” Sanzu interrupted, taking notice of Ran's movements on the screen. “Huh, no!” He immediately denied as everyone's eyes were on his panel on the screen.
“[Name] can't sleep without me so I'm on the bed and she's... on me.” He explained.
“Aw, they're cuddling!” Sanzu pointed out, earning chuckles from the other men.
“Man, leave the call. Nothing in this phase of the plan really concerns you anyways. All that's left is for your brother. I'll give you a call if we need you. Go cuddle your wife.” Mikey says. “Get well soon, Ran's Mrs.” Sanzu teased.
“For the re—" Ran had very heated cheeks in attempts to speak his laat words to the meeting, but was cut off short by someone kicking him out of the call.
You laugh at the situation, engulfing your husband into the sheets with you. “Come here.” Ran lets you strip him off his clothes to share the warmth of your bodies together.
“Meeting good?”
“Yeah, I'll tell you about it when you're better.”
ft. ran haitani, baji keisuke, hanma shuji, shinichiro sano, draken x gn!reader- fluff (1.0k+)
nana's note: been obsessed with isabel larosa's "i'm yours" and had writers block until i heard it for the first time so please take this and THANK YOU MISS LAROSA!!! happy november everyone!! ^^
warnings: use of "pretty" in ran's, reader smokes in hanma's, super vague religious talk in hanma's, shinichiro's is LOWKEY suggestive LMAOOO, also this shit is not proof red im sorry
"i know that you love me. darling, you don't have to say it."
ran's hands grazed against your waist with a touch you could almost call ghostly. his fingers glided themselves across the expanse of your skin before he treads ahead of you in the busy streets of roppongi. tonight, he promised to take you out for some fun after his gang's business. and as everybody else was too preoccupied with their own business, you were the only one notice the smug smile he wore as he turned around. "you comin'?" he calls out, laughing as he reached for your hand. "wouldn't want to leave a pretty thing like you behind, ah?" his fingers interlocked with yours, following a familiar warmth engulfing the two of you. you gaze up at the man, a certain admiration evident in your eyes at the feeling of him so close to you. his presence spoke volumes to you, and his actions tenfold. you suppose the word "love" didn't need to be spoken out loud to be felt.
more under the cut! ;)
"nervous trip over my words, you're so pretty, it hurts."
baji's arms flexed under his white tee as he tied his hair back. blunt nails raked back the raven strands that splayed over his face during the day, and you flush at the thought of you being one of the only people to see him so late in the evening. the dull lamp light illuminates his face in a light you found oddly heavenly—but you supposed that was because it was baji who was in focus. you watch as he expertly knots the tie over and around to secure his locks. you let yourself fall mesmerized with his angular features, now rid of any distracting hairs, and decide: baji keisuke was so, so pretty. his brown eyes glance at you, "what's up? something on m'face?" your eyes dart to his, already feeling a palpitation in your chest faintly ached. "n-nothing! you just, look good.. is all." you smile, and baji hopes you miss the way his exposed ears flush at your words.
"i need something more, i pray to the lord, that baby i'm yours."
in no reality, would hanma shuji consider himself a man of god—his vicious behaviour and callous tactics were borderline sadistic to most. he tells himself this, as hanma questions why he finds himself imploring on a higher being in this very moment: you're looking at him like he's the only person on this planet, as you sit far too close to be labelled as simply "friends". your hands rest against his thigh, as you lean forward on the cramped seat of his bike. his hand, inked with the kanji of sin travels up your back, unconsciously pulling you even closer. you breathe out, so close that hanma can feel it on his neck. his other hand lifts with a cigarette, as he takes a long drag before casually blowing the smoke out. hanma doesn't let his nonchalant facade falter—not even when you gesture for his cigarette, silently telling him to put it in your mouth. and when you inhale and exhale directly onto him with a lazy grin, hanma begs to any and every lord that one day, he'll be yours.
"is it too late to see you? i love the view of your headlights."
you chew your lip as you glance at the time: 11:27 PM, the fluttering bang of your chest becoming louder in your ears. you take a deep breath, 'calm down, it's only shinichiro'. suddenly, a set of lights turn the corner of your street. its lights were bright enough to make you squint, before your eyes settled on shinichiro's dark orbs through his lightly tinted windows. you grin shamelessly as he reaches over to unlock the door for you, smiling warmly when you enter his car and shut the door. the two of you converse like you always do, plain old conversation and laughter bounced around as easy as ever. but the growing presence of his hand inching towards your's was far too overwhelming. you stare at him, his eyes are focused on the road—but his fingers danced their way across, faintly grazing the skin of your knuckle. your breath hitches, before you turn your palm up and interlock your fingers with his. there's a red light, and his car halts to a smooth stop,—"...shinichiro?" he turns to face you, engulfing your hand tightly. "yeah, darling?" "let's go home."
draken wipes off his sweat and grime from a day's hard work with his cloth, before drying his hands off and standing up. "ah fuck, that hunch is gonna kill me one day." he groans, stretching his arms up and over his head. you laugh, sitting off to the side of the shop as you await him to finish up. draken had promised to take you home tonight, and wouldn't let you choose otherwise because it had gotten late. "oh! ken," you stand up and jog over to him, "you missed a spot, silly." he shoots you a confused look—before you gesture to his temple with a smirk. "you've got some dirt left on your head, lemme clean it for ya'" grabbing his towel, you lean up to diligently wipe away the residue, not realizing that you reduced the space between you two to practically zero. draken tilts his head, angling it to make things easier for you—but his eyes stay trained on your face. and when you move away, he places a large hand on your waist to stabilize you. "ken?" you gape up at him, your mind freezing and your body losing composure at the close contact. draken begins to lean in closer, his face now inches away from yours. and when you feel the soft mold of his lips against your own and the feel of his hands pushing you tightly against him, you're content with calling this your favourite mistake.
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Hii, I always had an idea where you and Ran were once highschool lovers. You got a crush on him first because he got all your standards checked on the list. Your friends might describe you as a bubbly and talkative person but when it comes to your die hard crush? To avoid any embarrassment, you just can't help but to be silent.
Rumors spread fast that you got a crush on him but you know, he maybe knew it from the start. Ran is an observant but quiet person. He's not that a socialize person that's why other people are confused why you liked him without him being unique like others.
Even though it sounds impossible, you talked to Ran but only for school purposes and nothing more. You always reread your messages before sending it to him because you don't want him to feel weird while talking to you. After all school works that you and Ran worked with, you suddenly feel calm with him to the point that sometimes you let him to notice your talkative side.
Even though your relationship with him continue to show signs of a reciprocated love, your idea of him becoming your girlfriend sometimes look faded. You see, Ran is always nice to all girls. As time flies, you just decided to move on to your first crush and focus to your studies because the final exams are coming.
While the days of studying, you didn't notice that Ran became distant. Receiving replies from him are now rare but you didn't care anyways. Graduating to your school is now your priority.
From Ran's perspective, he didn't noticed right away that he's giving you a cold shoulder. You see from this young man, he finally realized that he always liked you to the point that he said his younger brother, Rindou, to stop talking about you for him not to get embarrassed. Ran was first a shy person that he didn't talk to his other classmates for a month but when he met you? When you gave him a nice gesture, he knew from the start you're the type of person he would likely to be with but he brushed it off quickly. He tried his best not to be akward that sometimes he wanted to keep his mouth shut to avoid saying embarrassing things. You thought you did something wrong when he did that, there you realized that it was all misunderstandings to begin with.
(timeskip!)
You and Ran confessed to one another before the day of graduation and things go well until the two of you got a proper relationship. Arcade dates, movie nights, motorcycle rides, kissing under the moon, and the list go on. Being with Ran was a blessing that you will never forget until you send this message to him at 9 pm:
"Baby, I don't think we could continue this relationship anymore."
Not all relationship are perfect. Meaningless fights, ghosting, jealousy, lies, and the list goes on. You can't feel his presence anymore even though he's right beside you. You murmured that it was your fault in the first place why everything changed. If only you could go back on time to restart all the mistakes you made so that Ran would be like this. Although you explained in your messages that it's your fault, you want to be the one to end this relationship with him. Ran just let you do whatever you wanted, he gave you too much space. That's why he just agreed to your decision whatever you say without hesitation.
Note: I'm sorry I made a long description for the story ^^; It is also okay to me if you change some of the parts don't worryy >////< And this could be also a series? :0
