#haitani ran fluff

[milkywaydrabbles]

❤︎₊ ⊹Ran, who would give you the world if you asked him to. Ran, who fell in love with you the moment he saw you, bright eyed and laughing at a joke or other your friend said in a club he owned.

❤︎₊ ⊹Ran, who watched you for the rest of the night, dancing silly with the rest of your friends, you just came to have a fun time, not wanting to go home with anyone.

❤︎₊ ⊹Ran, who felt nervous the moment your eyes met his, seeing how your eyes grew wide with embarrassment that you were caught staring. (He could help but smile, like he hadn't been staring all night)

❤︎₊ ⊹Ran, who finally had the balls to tap you on your shoulder and introduce himself (not as the owner, just as some guy really) and asked for a date.

❤︎₊ ⊹Ran, who bought you flowers week after week, telling you that you were worth these and more.

❤︎₊ ⊹Ran, who didn't tell you about himself, what he really did, until a few months into the relationship, hoping for the best but expecting the worst.

❤︎₊ ⊹Ran, who wanted to propose to you on the spot when you just smiled at him and laughed, running your hands through his hair when he heard you say 'that explains a lot of things. Now, can I finally meet your brother?'

❤︎₊ ⊹Ran, who bought the engagement ring the day after you moved in with him a year into the relationship, because he just knew you were the one since the day he met you.

❤︎₊ ⊹Ran, who writes his own vows because he wants it to be special for you and only you, waiting for the right day to pop the question.

❤︎₊ ⊹Ran, who will tell the rest of the execs that you're his wife, even if you're not married yet, because he knows you will be one day.

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 Haitani Ran 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

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[b0nten]

COOKIES

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ baking cookies with ran

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ fem reader, rindou guest appearance🤗; requested by anon !! not proofread

“girl, you know damn well we could’ve bou—”

“shut it.”

RAN snaps his mouth shut — as instructed — while his brows raise and eyes widen.

“yes ma’am.” he nods, looking at you expectantly, like he’s a puppy waiting to be rewarded after doing a trick.

he looks around the kitchen, and sighs. if it makes you happy, then he’ll bear the burden of spending the next hour in front of the stove, melting butter and sticky hands from separating eggs.

‘if it makes you happy’ has become his new mantra, at this point.

“come onnnnnnnnnnn!” a whine echoes from the living room, “i’m hun-”

“you go to your room.” you command, and rindou quickly shuffles away, shōchū bottle slipping from his hand and hitting the hardwood floor before he quickly picks it up again; followed by the sound of his door closing.

“now,” you hum, tapping your index against your chin, “preheat the oven at 170°C.” you say, and even though he barely understood half of what you just said, your boyfriend speeds towards the oven and starts turning the buttons, “and when you’re done, separate a yolk from the white, and keep it. then, sift me the flour.”

“am i gonna be doing everything?” ran complains, but quickly quiets down when you give him a glare.

how you managed to tame ran haitani might have to be considered a new wonder of the world, but in all honesty, it’s fun. he — somehow — behaves whenever you’re around, and whenever you need him to. and despite his childish antics, he’s actually quite sweet, especially when he wants to be.

“do you need the larger ones, or the smaller ones?” he asks, inspecting the eggs like he’s never seen one before.

“large, please.” you reply, stirring through your bubbling butter, “do you know how to properly separate them?” you add.

“i’ve seen you do it plenty of times.” he shrugs, and cracks the shell. you absolutely try your best not to laugh while he gags in silence — egg white slipping through his fingers into the sink — recoiling in absolute disgust.

sometimes you wonder how he can beat people bloody but he draws the line at a freaking egg.

against your initial expectations, ran actually does good — everything exactly as you ask him to. he mixes the dough, something he insisted on since he’s “the man of the house”;

(said louder than normal to elicit a ‘whateeeeeeeever’ from rindou)

and you don’t even have to ask him twice to pop the tray into the fridge for the cookie dough to chill. he even offers to put the cookies into the oven, all by himself, like the proud baker he’s become in the span on an hour.

and when you lay your head on his shoulder and say “wake me up in fifteen.”, accompanied by a small yawn, he feels like he’s on cloud nine.

except for the fact that he understands fifty instead of fiteen, so after fourty-five minutes you feel him nudge you gently.

“hey, sweetheart-babycakes-honeybunch?” he pokes your cheek sheepishly.

“hm?” you hum, eyes fluttering open to see him in his apron, gloves on his hands.

“i might have… accidentally..misunderstood you….” he says, “and…. kinda let you sleep for fifty minutes, and the cookies bake for about the same time… haha!” long, bouncy hair sways in front of your face while ran tries his best to look not afraid.

you glare at him.

“they’re still edible…!” he defends his creation, placing a burnt cookie in your mouth.

‘deep breaths.’ you tell yourself, ‘deep breaths.’

“NO THE FUCK THEY’RE NOT!”

looks like rindou’s good for something, too.

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[shoyoist]

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 — haitani ran.

haitani ran doesn't care for anything. 

he has always been that way. laid back look in eyes, lips set in that impassive slant that somehow passed as a smile. you've known this about him for the lengthy amount of time you've been friends, and you were used to his languid attitude — and you didn't mind it, honestly.

you knew he only really cared when it was something about himself. his hair, his pride, or something to do with his little brother getting into danger.

which is why you're staring at him the way you are. 

watching him rub the darkening bruise at the left of his mouth as he fixes his hair (of course. his ever so precious hair.) after it had come loose, seated on your couch with that nonchalant look in his eyes — like he hadn't just beat the absolute shit out of your ex boyfriend.

thinking back on it, you weren't even sure why you'd called ran and told him about it. 

all you knew was that you'd just barely managed to move on from the way your ex cheated on you and dumped you months ago; and seeing the jerk at your door, hearing him tell you that he regretted everything and wanted you to give him a second chance — it had you fumbling for the phone in an instant.

"ran," you'd muttered, trying to keep your voice from reaching the guy standing more or less patiently behind the door you'd slammed in his face. "ran, he's here. and he says he wants me back. after everything he did—"

ran had cut you off with a simple 'give me five minutes, yeah?' — and then he was there, grabbing your ex by the collar and spitting in his face before throwing him onto the ground.

you'd stood there for a moment, confused, shocked and stunned to see the anger in ran's usually placid eyes. to see the way he used his fists, rather than the weapons he preferred. to hear him cuss your ex out, talking about how you deserved better than a piece of shit, about how if he ever showed his ass at your door again, he'd kill him on the spot.

you'd only snapped out of it when your ex managed to land a punch on ran's face, sending his head twisting to one side, blonde-and-black braids following the movement — and then you were stepping out, screaming at them to stop. 

ran looked up at you, recognized the upset written over your features, and withdrew. not without one last kick, but the fact that he'd immediately, actually stopped was another surprise. "get the fuck away." he'd hissed at your ex.

naturally, your ex had left the scene without further protest, hopefully never to return, but you were still stunned. because for a moment, it looked like haitani ran cared.

"lemme get a glass of water," he'd mumbled, all casual, shouldering past you into your house and making his way into your kitchen.

you followed, poured him his water, watched him drink and wash his mouth with it, and then followed him back into your living room where he now sat, redoing his hair.

deciding that you'd stared enough, he looks up. "what is it, huh?"

"ah," you scramble to find words that would make sense. "i was just wondering. you got here pretty fast."

"i was on my way." he explains dismissively.

"you were?" you ask. he nods, fixing one braid and undoing the other, letting the alternating waves of dyed hair fall across his shoulder, creating soft shadows over the slant of his face, against the watery sunlight coming through your window. "was gonna take you out for some ice cream."

"oh." and then you realize that in fact, he'd been doing that a lot the past weeks, after your break up.

showing up unannounced and asking you if you wanted to go out for some nothing-in-particular, telling you almost teasingly that he'd freed up some time just for you, so you better accept his offer.

you'd been appreciating his gestures as kindness shown to you by a friend — albeit one that was involved in various criminal activities, that you'd decided to look past because you'd known him for long enough to not care — but now, you were starting to wonder if it was something more.

the signs were all there, after all.

"ran, do you—" the words spill from your lips without your intention, and you hesitate, even as he looks up, flicking a strand of his hair out of his eyes that were now glowing with the light pooling in them. "yeah?"

fuck, you think, as his gaze grows sharper, steeling itself against yours.

"i'm just, uh," you really don't know how to say what you wanted to say. "it's just, you ... do you care?"

he raises an eyebrow, giving you a scrutinizing look. "the fuck's that supposed to mean, hm? care about what?"

"about ..." you take a deep breath. "scratch that. do you like me?"

he freezes momentarily, upon hearing your question — only for a fraction of a second — but you're watching him closely enough to catch it. you don't know what else to say, and there's silence in the air between you two for what feels like an age, before he simply finishes braiding his hair and stands up. 

your heart starts to beat faster, wondering if he was about to walk out with no explanation — perhaps you'd hit a nerve, perhaps you'd assumed wrong and thought too much about something that had no meaning. "wait—"

"look, i don't wanna be a rebound or anything." he starts, voice a little stiff, a little cold — and you shut your mouth, allowing him to continue. "i'm not about to get played or made a fool out of. so, so we'll take things slow. i'll wait for you to get over shit at your own pace. you take your time, and tell me if you ever wanna give me a chance."

"g-give you a chance?" your heart picks up pace again, because god, you weren't expecting him to say all of that. it wasn't like him to be so — so this way, and it was rendering you just a bit speechless. "ran, i . . . you, you really—"

he turns to you again, rolling his eyes — but you don't see any real annoyance behind it. "not in the mood to talk about it right now, love. let's just go get some food. and you know it's not gonna be any tacky shit like what ass-face treated you to, so hurry up."

and now, after that thrown out half-confession, the way he called you love sounded softer, less of a joke and more of something else. you felt bad, but you also can't help but feel relief. 

why relief?

because you know how you used to have a crush on him. 

hell, you'd been in love with ran, going as far as to break things off with your friends that tried to convince you that he was no good. 

and because you can't help the way you've been looking forward to his impromptu visits as of late, daydreaming and wondering when he was going to surprise you next, and with what.

you know how you'd seen your ex at your door and only felt fear and anger stir in your gut — and you know how you'd immediately dialled ran, and felt near-tears with consolation when he picked up so quickly, when you heard his voice in your ear.

because you were starting to wonder if your past love for him was slowly coming back.

you still needed some time to move on, and ran knew that. which is why he'd just said, that he's willing to wait. because he has feelings for you?

"but are you sure you're willing to," locking the door, you turn to him and walk after him, out to where he had his motorcycle parked across the street. "you know, willing to wait?"

"whatever." ran shrugged, not looking at you. you quickened your pace, catching up with him and grabbing his sleeve to cross the street together. his gaze was fixed on his motorcycle, but it didn't look like he was focused on the vehicle.

the breeze rustles gentle in your ears as you walk with him to the other side of the road, and the sound fills in any awkwardness that blooms between you two.

the sequence of events that had just played out, hadn't taken even an hour. but as you search your surroundings for any signs of any unwanted presences, you see nothing.

there's only a couple of kids passing by on bicycles, birds coming down to land on the branches of a tree growing some distance away, and pale sunlight sifting down frim between the clouds to pool on the asphalt at your feet.

you feel calm. ran shakes away the grip you've got on your sleeve, but as your hand falls down to rest slack at your side, he grabs it, and gives it a small squeeze — and you feel a tingle of something bright and hot run through your chest. 

swinging his leg over, he leaps onto the motorcycle, slipping the key into the ignition. you get on behind him, grabbing onto his shoulders for support, suddenly feeling warm despite the chilly wind that was starting to pick up. 

"i've waited long enough already, anyway." he added belatedly, sounding ever so laid back, despite the cherry colour tipping his ears. "take your time. nothing to it, waiting some more."

and as your heart warms, you think that perhaps you were wrong. 

perhaps haitani ran does care. for you.

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[mavrintarou]

[Daddies in December] Haitani Ran

Out of all the Ran stories I've read, he is nothing like what I picture. So fair warning, my vision of Ran might be vulnerable, a little dirty, but hot as hell. This is super long, I spent all day yesterday and most of today on this.

Warning: angst, fluff & smut.

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Haitani Ran knew he was a man of many things but being a father was not one of them.

His lifestyle did not have room for fatherhood.

No matter how many ways he looked at it, it would never work out.

It was in the best interest of him and Y/n to go their way regardless of Y/n’s protest of having hoped to make it work.

It will just not work.

She was never meant to mean something to him, let alone a child they both created by accident.

He could not deny the tiny joy he felt burning when he discovered her pregnancy but had to put out the flame immediately.

After ignoring calls and visits, Ran was left with the last resort.

It was in the heat of the moment when Y/n appeared at his club unexpectedly. Ran could see the shock in her eyes from across the room and he took the opportunity to whisper something into the woman beside him. She excitedly turned to him and he reached for her face, pressing his mouth to hers in a heated kiss.

It disgusted him to the core and the longest three seconds of his life. He pulled away and turned his heels, pulling the woman by her hand, and disappeared into the VIP hallway.

That was Y/n’s last straw.

Her calls and visits ceased.

No one and nothing would prepare him for a broken heart.

He was Haitani Ran, he had been shot at, stabbed, and beaten to almost death.

But the pain of Y/n erasing herself out of his life hurt more than all those things combined.

All he had left now was the memories they had in the past.

.

He felt no pain as his knuckles were busted and bloody from repeatedly plugging into the lifeless body he held by the collar.

He was just about to throw another blow when the man was saved by the ringing of the phone.

Releasing the man, Ran picked up his phone. “What?” he barked.

“She’s in labor.”

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His thumb swiped over the image on his screen of the chubby sleeping infant.

A girl.

He was a father to a baby girl.

It took everything in him not to rush to the hospital she was at and burst into the room to pull them both into his arms.

Even though neither of them had spoken in months, Ran ensured she was taken care of from afar. It pissed him off that the money he sent her went untouched and knew Y/n purposedly refuses to use it to irk him.

The one thing she could not prevent him from doing was the man he hired to protect her and reporting back to him with her every move.

She had an ultrasound appointment today at 2:30. Results show that the gender of the baby is a girl.

At approximately 12:45 AM, she left for the nearest open convenience store and purchased a variety of snacks and junk food.

She had a breakdown watching Sailor Moon.

Ran flipped through the many photos he received from K. He didn’t know how the man was able to take some photos up close and as if he was there in person but he didn’t question the man’s skill. Ran paid him well and he expected nothing but the best.

He was still waiting to hear back from K about what Y/n had named his daughter.

His daughter.

Chuckling like a maniac, he reprimanded himself. What right did he have to claim her as his daughter when he abandoned them?

Ran quickly sat up and ignored the annoying voice in his head when he saw the three dots appear by K’s name.

K: she named your daughter Fuyumi. She has her mother’s last name.

Ran gave his message a thumbs up, acknowledging his message.

Why had he expected that Y/n would give their child his last name?

Reaching for his cigarettes, he was about to light one when he froze, remembering he quit because… he had not wanted to give his child and Y/n second-hand smoke.

Even if he was nowhere near them.

Grabbing the pack of cigarettes and lighter, he tossed it into the garbage.

Leaning back against his couch, he is once again, drowning in his own doing.

Mikey and Rindou have scolded him for making such a pathetic decision to end their relationship. He would never admit that hearing Mikey saying that he would never give up his woman regardless of his lifestyle.

But the damage was already done.

His phone dinged with another message.

Reaching over, he frowned when the notification was from K again, this time of an image.

He tapped on the image, waiting for it to load.

Ran sat up quickly, zooming in on the picture. His eyes scanned the document repeatedly.

For the first time, his heart warmed.

On the official documents of his daughter’s birth certificate, her middle name is listed as Haitani.

He didn’t realize he was smiling like a fool as he pressed down on the image with his thumb and hearted the photo.

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His daughter was a splitting image of her mother and Ran thanked the Gods for it. The two things she inherited from him are his distinctive violet-hue eyes and blond hair. In some photos K sent her eyes sometimes changed, showing that she also inherited her mother’s blue eyes, sometimes a mixture of blue-violet.

Tapping the screen, he saved all these photos, adding them to the designated folder he created for his daughter.

His phone dinged and it was a message from Mikey, an image.

Ran’s eyes widened as he stood up abruptly, it was a photo of Mikey smiling broadly with his sixth-month-old daughter in his arms.

Mikey: She’s freaken cute, can I keep her?

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Y/n didn’t fear Mikey as much as she should, considering he was a notorious gang leader many feared and the boss of your daughter’s father. She only met Mikey a few times and he treated her kindly.

Ran once said to her it was probably because she was the same age as his baby sister who passed away years ago.

She was surprised to see Mikey approach them at the park. Sensing fear from Mikey and his bodyguards, the other moms quickly gathered their children and took off.

Y/n pulled her daughter out of the baby swing and hugged her close. “Mikey.” She acknowledged, nodding her head at him.

He nodded in return, his eyes shifting to the baby in her arms. “Is she Ran’s?”

Y/n knew he knew the answer already, even if she did lie which she had no reason to, the color of her eyes and hair was a giveaway that she had Ran’s DNA running through her blood.

“Yes,” she answered quietly.

Mikey took a step closer and held out his arms, “is she picky? Can I hold her?”

“If you like, she is… a bit drooly.” Fuyumi stared at Mikey before he reached for her. She continued to stare at him, seeing a new face. “Her name is Fuyumi.” She wasn’t sure he heard her since he was having a staring contest with the baby.

“God!” Mikey snuggled her, “you’re so freaken cute. Thank goodness you look nothing like your dad.” He reached for his phone and looked at Y/n for approval, “can I send Ran a photo? So he knows what he’s missing out on?”

Y/n let out a hesitant laugh, “I’m sure Ran knows... he has someone following and protecting us and he sends Ran updates daily.”

“You know about K?” Mikey gasped, he looked at Fuyumi. “Do you know Uncle K?” He snaps a selfie with her. “Your dad is going to be so jealous that I got a photo with you before him.”

Y/n had a second change of heart but knew that Mikey had already sent the photo. She didn’t know how Ran would react.

Instantly, Mikey chuckled and looked at the baby in his arms, “that sounds awfully like your dad’s motorcycle…”

That’s when Y/n heard it, her head turning towards the sound of the roaring muffler. Sure enough, Ran’s motorcycle pulls up. Of course, he would know where Mikey is at all times in case he needed to get to Mikey at any time.

Y/n’s heart fluttered the moment he took off his helmet and their eyes connected even at a distance.

Ran stopped a few feet away from Mikey, eyes on his daughter. He swallowed the lump in his throat, unable to speak.

“Are you going to say hi to your daughter at all?” Mikey questioned, “I’ll take her if you don’t want her…” he smiled at Fuyumi, “I can be your da –“

“Mikey.” Ran snarl.

Mikey ignored his tone, continuing to talk to the baby. “As I was saying, I can be your daddy. I have blond hair – “

“We should get going,” Y/n intervenes, stepping forward to reach for her child. “It is almost time for her nap.” Y/n hugs her daughter close. She avoided looking at Ran as she muttered a goodbye, turning her heels towards the stroller.

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She knew Ran was following them.

When she finally reached her apartment she whipped around to face him. Ran had his hands stuffed in his dress pants, looking handsome as ever in his black attire with his sleeves rolled up to his elbow. She cleared her throat and snapped, “you can go now.”

Instead of walking away, he walked towards her until he was in front of them. His eyes drop down to the sleeping baby in the stroller. “Can we talk?”

“No.” Y/n answered immediately. “I have nothing to say to you.”

“That’s fine, I have something to say to you though.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, “you had plenty of opportunities in the past to say something. It’s too late, excuse us.”

Ran was faster and blocked her from entering her apartment building. “We can do this the nice way, Y/n, or I can take you kicking and screaming, you pick.”

She flinched at his threat. Though he has never done anything to make her fear him that didn’t mean she didn’t harbor any fear for this man at all. She knew of some of the things he’s done and is responsible for, knew what he could do to anyone with the snap of his fingers.

.

Ran has only been in her apartment a handful of times. Most of the time, she was at his place.

Y/n was normally a clean and tidy person but her place was cluttered with toys and baby items.

He watched her carefully lift the baby out of the stroller, cooing gently and rocking her back to sleep but being disturbed, the baby began to fuss.

“It’s okay,” Y/n repeated quietly but the baby’s cry only increased. She looked at Ran before excusing herself, “let me go nurse her, I’ll be back.”

Ran nodded dumbfounded. His cheeks flushed as he imagined Y/n nursing their daughter, suckling from her tits just as he had once done.

Y/n returned with their daughter wide awake. Fuyumi stared intensely at Ran as he stood up from the couch and approached them. Being 6’2, he towered over the both of them put together. “She’s beautiful… like you.”

Ran was mesmerized staring into the same colored eyes as his own, his flesh, his DNA… his daughter.

Y/n cleared her throat, “talk.”

He had rehearsed what he would say to her the day he got the opportunity, and this was his one chance to explain himself with an ounce of hope that he could turn the tables. “I’m sorry,” he said genuinely. “I am sorry for my past actions, how it hurt not only you but our daughter as well.” He inhaled softly, “my actions hurt me too. But I can promise you, there has not been anyone. I had only kissed that woman that night to force you to end your connection with me and that was the stupidest decision I’ve ever made.”

“Yeah it was,” Y/n snapped, “I don’t need your apology now, neither does my daughter too.”

Her anger was expected, just as long as she didn’t hate him.

“I know you don’t need it, but I want to give it anyway. If you want to throw it away, that’s your decision.” He had to play his next card right. “Can –  I explain myself?”

She has never seen Ran vulnerable like this and she almost believes it’s genuine. “Fine, have a seat then,” she pointed to the spot he was sitting moments ago.

He listened obediently, watching her take a seat on the floor with their daughter. He wanted to sit near them but did not want to frustrate her. “It has always been you. As you know my job… my lifestyle isn’t exactly best fitted to become a father and I thought for the sake and safety of the both of you, it was the best decision to go our ways.” He placed both his palms on the coffee table. “That was another stupid decision and I regret it every single day. But there has never been anyone else, it’s only been you since the day I forced you to walk away.”

Y/n refused to make eye contact with him, only looking at her daughter and smiling at her.

Ran wasn’t sure she was even listening to him.

“Is that all?”

He shook his head, “no, I’ve been sending you money but you haven’t touched it and that made me frustrated so…” he swallowed the guilt. “I have someone secretly following you, he is tasked to protect you at all times, 24/7, and report to me about your daily activities… I’m sorry for invading your privacy and going behind your ba – “

“I know.”

“What?” his head snapped up, eyes wide as he stared into Y/n’s calm ones.

“I met him… K.”

His jaw dropped. “Mother fu –“ he stopped himself as his daughter turned her head to look at him right when he was about to swear. “I’m sorry, baby.” As if understanding him, she smiled brightly with a gummy smile. His heart nearly combusted.

“Don’t kill him,” Y/n looked at him with pleading eyes, “I caught him one day when I had pretended to have a stomachache. He was by my side instantly, confirming my suspicion. He didn’t reveal any information, but he answered my questions if I asked.” She looked away and reached for the toys her daughter was reaching for. “I had asked him not to tell you that I knew you assigned someone to watch over me. As much as I was hurt by you, it made me feel better knowing deep down, you cared even if it was a little bit.”

“Y/n…”

“So don’t kill him. He has become a friend to me.”

Ran wanted to kill him now knowing how close they’d become.

“Were you not curious how he was able to get such accurate details let alone photos of Fuyumi as if he was here in person?”

It all clicked in Ran’s head.

“I knew this guy was an expert at his job, just thought that this guy was just phenomenal at his job… only to discover he has become BFF with you.” His eyes drop to his daughter, “and my daughter too apparently.” He rests his elbow on his knees, covering his face. “God, I feel…” he sat up straight. “Y/n, I had all my shit planned out on what I want to tell you but I can’t remember sh – it. It. I can’t remember it now.” He stood up, walked around, and knelt before them, he grabbed Y/n by her shoulders. “Hit me all you want, be angry with me, and punish me for however long you want…” his hand shifts to cup her face. “Just don’t hate me and push me away.”

Y/n blinked dumbfoundedly, shocked at the Ran before her.

“I’ll do whatever you want, just… let me be part of your life again. And Yumi’s…” that was the name of his daughter’s photo album. “I may not have physically been there for you in the last months but K’s daily report made me feel as if I was. I will forever regret missing my daughter’s birth.”

Ran looked down when he felt something against his thigh. His daughter had pulled herself onto his lap. She looked up at him with curious eyes, almost admiring him. His gaze softened as he reached for her but froze, he looked up at Y/n, silently asking for permission.

“Yes, please…” Y/n had imagined if the day would come when Ran would hold their daughter.

Ran bit his lip, nervous, realizing he had never held a baby before, let alone been near one.

As if it was natural, he picked her up, holding her against his chest.

Y/n’s heart tightened watching them have a silent conversation. Ran’s smile softened as Fuyumi gently touched the Bonten insignia tattoo on his throat, her small fingers trying to grab at the design. A soft chuckle was elicited from Ran.

“You need to prove your worth to Yumi.”

Ran’s smile faded as he blinked at Y/n. “Yumi?” He repeated, “what… about you?”

Y/n broke eye contact, “you only need to work on your relationship with her.”

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Ran visits his daughter almost every day and on the days that he could not, he would video-call her. He took pride in becoming one of her favorite humans. Her excitement when he walked through the door was all that Ran needed to make his day better.

“Hi Yumi!”

Hearing her father’s voice, the ten-month-old smiled brightly, flashing her solo tooth. She leaned against the coffee table, trying to reach for the TV controller that she loved more than her toys.

He picked up and spun her in the air, “did you have a good day?”

“Do you not see the bruise on the left side of her forehead?”

At Y/n’s words, Ran’s eyes widen seeing the new battle wound. “What did you fight today?”

“The TV stand and lost.”

“Losing is not in your blood, Yumi,” Ran scolded softly.

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It was rare that Y/n would call him.

Especially when it was 3 AM.

“Y/n?”

“Ran, Yumi is running a fever and won’t go down. I – I need you to take us to the hospital.”

He was already pulling his pants on, “I’m on my way.”

Everything was a blur. He reached the hospital and barked for the nurses to look at his daughter. She was immediately taken away from Y/n’s arms and taken into a restricted area.

At that moment, Y/n turned to Ran, his arms wrapped tightly around her body. “It’ll be okay, she’ll be okay.”

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Two days in the hospital passed by before they could finally head home. Yumi’s cheerful personality had fully returned.

During that time in the hospital, Ran stayed right beside them, only leaving to change and shower and would return. The first night, Yumi struggled and only slept well in the arms of her dad.

The image of Ran sleeping in the recliner with Yumi snoozing against his chest would forever be itched in Y/n’s mind.

“Home sweet home,” Ran sang, walking into the apartment. “Do you miss your toys?”

Y/n smiled, setting down their belongings. “Can you keep her busy while I put this stuff away?”

“Go for it,” Ran answered softly with a smile.

She returned fifteen minutes later and found that Ran had put Yumi down for her nap. She cuddles in the crook of Ran’s long arms.

Feeling her presence, he looked up and smiled and whispered, “she was playing when I noticed her head started to bob and she almost rolled over.”

Y/n smiled and whispered, “do you want to put her down?”

Slowly, Ran followed her to the nursery and set her down easily. When he turned around, Y/n was already gone from the room.

He found her in the living room, seated on the couch with her face covered in her hands. “Y/n?” When she looked up, her tear-streaked face had Ran kneeling in front of her in seconds. “What’s wrong? Why – why are crying?”

She surprised him when her arms wrapped around his neck, “I don’t know what to do without you.”

Ran sighed, relaxing in her embrace. He wrapped his arms around her waist. “It’s the same for me too, I don’t know what to do without you or Yumi.”

After a long pause, he couldn’t believe his ears when he heard her ask, “will you come back to us?”

He pulled away from her and gazed into her glossy eyes, he smiled, “I think the real question is, will you come back to me?” He has already stolen the heart of his daughter, he just needs to earn her heart this time around.

She choked back a sob and wiped her tears, smiling. “Yes, I’ll come back to you.” She cups his face before pressing her lips against his. “I hated you but I love you too much.”

“You can hate me just as long as you love me more,” he kissed her passionately, nipping her lip. “God, I love you too. I missed you so much… I never want to be apart from you or Yumi again…”

“I won’t let you go, there’s no turning back.”

“Done, I’m yours. Just as you are mine, forever.”

They stumbled into her bedroom, quickly shredding their clothes.

“Ran,” Y/n gasped, feeling him thrust into her. “God – I missed you…”

“I missed you too,” he murmured, slowly thrusting into her.

In silence, they both exchange soft gasps and moans, reminding one another why it’ll never work out with anyone else.

Their lips crashed against each other, making up for the lost time as their body continued to move in sync.

“Ran,” Y/n’s nails dug into his shoulder, “I’m so close… please… please let me cum…”

His lips pressed against her throat, teeth grazing against the skin. “Same – cum Y/n…”

Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her arms tightened around his neck, “ah – ha… Ran!”

His hips tremble as he cums, filling her womb.

Ran buried his face in the valley of her breasts, “I – I’m sorry… I forgot a condom…” It was Y/n’s laughter that he lifted his head, blinking at her in confusion.

She runs a hand through his lilac-streaked hair, “if you impregnate me again, please just be with me this time around.”

He tugs her wrist and presses a kiss to her palm. “Promise.”

E/n: Sweet daddy Ran is something else.

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>>> @queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

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[osakiharu]

23:30PM : ran haitani

content : gender neutral reader, fluff ig??, … , best friend!ran but you have a sneaky crush hehe, y’all are on ft and ran just gets changed, but he knows what he’s doing >:), ran’s job isn’t specified so you can interpret it however you want — i wasn’t aiming towards anything specific either so go crazy 🫶

words : 665

notes : accept this as my apology for not writing for a while, i’ve had a lot of change recently with uni and whatever and i’ve just been enjoying life but unfortunately i left a lot of my hobbies to collect dust so i’m trying to get back into them all, including writing lmao. anyways time to think whore thoughts of our fav man !!

thinking about best friend!ran being so comfortable with you that he just doesn’t care about what he does anymore or the fact that you’re just friends (much to his displeasure and yours). 

“‘m gonna get changed.” you heard ran mumble from the speaker of your phone as you got up to pack up your books for tomorrow’s morning lecture. you gave him a short response from the other side of your room, leaving your phone propped up against the screen of your laptop. 

sometimes you think ran gets a bit too comfortable on facetime with you, hell maybe even face to face considering the fact that you two are just friends. wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close when it’s cold outside or when you’re watching a movie. when you’re both exhausted from your respective jobs and fall sleep on his bed, disregarding the plans you’d made earlier. though, of course, you can’t do this without him rolling over to spoon you, his warm chest pressed up against your back with his gentle breaths fanning over your neck. the hand he always has draped over your side rubbing sweet little circles, sometimes even hearts, into the skin if your tummy, coming to a stop when he drifts off to sleep. 

but you know ran and he never does anything without a reason, a purpose, a goal in mind, because what ran wants, ran gets. the only thing stopping him from getting it is you. you and your inability to figure out why he does what he does. 

a sigh left you as you got up and returned back to your seat at your desk. “earlier I was talking—”

oh. oh…

what you’d expected to see was his ceiling, or maybe a black screen from where he’d put his phone down, away from him changing. perhaps you’d expected him to be finished already, considering the fact that it doesn’t take long to change into a pair of sweats and a shirt. instead, your eyes were met with the sight of ran, shirtless, angling his hips forwards to tie the strings on his sweatpants that seemed to be hanging dangerously low. you stared at the dark ink covering his torso and arm, somehow looking even better under the warm, dim light of the desk lamp that glowed on his pale skin.

“hm?” ran looked up towards his phone through the purple strands hanging in front of his face. you saw his chest jump slightly with a chuckle he couldn’t contain when he noticed your expression — eyes ever so slightly widened, mouth slightly agape. you weren’t shocked or surprised, this is ran we’re talking about, but you didn’t think he’d be this relaxed in front of you. “uhh, nevermind… i was gonna tell you something rindou told me but i forgot.” clearing your throat you averted your eyes back to your essay. the essay you couldn’t seem to focus on any longer. 

“you get this distracted when you talk to my brother, too?” anyone could’ve heard the smile in his voice as he spoke. he liked when he got under your skin and made you blush, when you weren’t able to reply with something witty or clever. ran paced around ‘looking’ for a sweatshirt waiting for your answer. “there’s a sweatshirt on your bed, moron.” you chuckled and returned back to your notes. ‘fuck, they ignored it,’ he thought as he sucked his teeth and picked up the black item of clothing. you couldn’t help but peek over to your phone screen to see his back, lean and muscular, moving in tandem with the rest of body. a breath left your nose. fuck.

“quit starin’, sweets,” he turned to face you while adjusting his sweatshirt, “it’s rude to stare, y’know?”

“i wasn’t.”

“sure, y/n” you both grinned at each other, knowing the truth. “now, help me with this essay, will you?” he asked, and you could hear papers rustling and shuffling around on his desk.

GUYYYYSS i literally need him so bad ??!!

reblogs appreciated <3

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[rinrinx2]

hello! i love ur work ! 💗

is it okay if i request a bimbo reader x ran where ran and the reader are friends. The reader is a virgin but doesn’t want anyone but Ran to take it ! Idk if this makes sense but ur work is really lovely ! so feel free to play around with this idea <3

Okay I absolutely love writing bimbo reader, I don't know why but it's always so fun. I hope you like it 💕💕💕.

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"When do you lose your virginity?"

Ran x Bimbo!Reader

Warnings: Inappropriate language, Mature themes, virginity loss, smut, orgasm, fingering, dom/sub

When Ran had befriended you in high school, he was taken aback by how such a beautiful girl had absolutely nothing in her head paired with the fact that she wore the shortest skirt his ever seen and bending over in such a manner that had you exposing your panties to everyone, he came to one single conclusion you were a Bimbo.

There was no way you weren't a nymphomaniac, so how now after so many years of him thinking he knew you had the question you just asked been the biggest plot twist of his life.

"Did you hear me Rannie. When are you supposed to lose your virginity?" You said waving your hands infront of his baffled face as your boobs bounced about in his face.

Ran took a moment to let the question fully sink down into his brain.

'Maybe she's just asking this dumb question to find out when I lost my virginty' Ran thought, as the idea of you being a virgin was slim.

"I lost mine at 18" he said as he now kept a neutral look on his face.

"Wow Rannie, that's so cool. I haven't lost mine yet I didn't know we were suppose to lose it then" you said with a smile on your face as if you hadn't just told him the biggest news to his ears.

"You're a virgin?" Ran said confused, still not fully comprehending that you a woman who showed him your skimpy thongs because they were cute was a virgin.

"Yeah, can't you tell?" you asked turning your face back to Rans with a pout on your cute face.

"I mean it's just you're so cute I would think any guy would be lucky enough to have you in his bed" Ran said turning his charm on to avoid hurting your feelings.

"Well I always wanted to lose it to you, but everytime I tried to bring it up you either had a girlfriend or you went to juvie" you said with a giggle.

"But I also didn't know at what age you were suppose to lose it, so guess it doesn't matter right?" You said turning your attention back to the t.v as you tried to focus on some barbie movie Ran put on for you.

So clueless that you didn't even realize the predator like look in Ran's eyes. He didn't know that you kept yourself for him and if he knew back then what he did now he would of easily ditched whatever girlfriend to be buried in your unused pussy.

Ran carefully moved closer to where you sat on the couch, till his thigh was grazing at yours. Carefully placing his big hand on your upper thigh as you remained oblivious to his actions.

"You know the perfect age to lose your virginity is your current age now" Ran whispered into your ear as his hand massaged up your thigh.

"Really?!" You said head snapping towards his, as your eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Yes really. Boys lose their virginity earlier so their cocks can get bigger but it's best a girl waits a bit so her pussy can get nice and puffy on the inside" Ran said gently coaxing you into his lies that you were readily eating up.

"That makes so much sense Rannie, you're so smart" you said unaware at the hand that was now just hovering over your covered cunt underneath your dress.

"So, come on let's take your virginity" Ran whispered towards you as he brought his lips closer to yours until he closed the gap between the two of you.

Ran kissed you softly at first trying to make it feel magical until his hand began to knead at your covered cunt, then Ran began to kiss you more feverishly. His tongue sliding into your mouth as his tongue lapped at yours. His fingers coming to your clit rubbing tight circles through your lacy pink panties as you moaned into his mouth.

"Rannie ~ feels so good" you said against his mouth.

"It's about to feel alot better soon" Ran said as he moved his hand down to shift your panties to the side, his fingers feeling the slick that dripped out from your cunt.

And in one swift movement he plunged his digits into your cunt.

"Oh Rannie" you moaned out as your pussy felt filled out by two of Ran's fingers.

"Come on, if you can't take my fingers how you going to take my cock angel?" Ran asked as he pushed his fingers back and forth fucking your cunt, causing wet lewd sounds to echo about the lounge.

Rans skilled fingers spread your pussy from the inside as he pushed his fingers as deep as he could causing moaning to escape your lips.

Your pussy was devouring Ran's fingers, pulling him as deep as it could as it milked them, as if you weren't a virgin.

Ran enjoyed the sight of your pussy dripping down on his hand, how your walls were beginning to pulse sate a sign you were close.

"Rannie something feels funny" you said as you gripped at his hands.

"It's okay princess, you're not going to cum now, you're gonna cum on my cock" Ran said as he removed his fingers, watching as your pussy juices dribbled out.

Ran quickly undid his pants taking out his cock causing your eyes to become massive.

Ran's cock was massive, the shaft was long and girthy with a prominent vein on the underside and a thick mushroom tip that had a pearl of pre-cum dripping out of the slit.

"Rannie how's it going to fit?" You asked with slight panic in your voice.

"Don't worry I'm make it fit" Ran said with a smirk as he aligned his throbbing cock at your entrance.

You could feel Ran prodding at your folds gently pushing against your pussy hole as it squeezed out in excitement.

Ran kept his eyes focused on your cunt, your unused cunt that was about to be filled with cock for the first time, by his cock.

Ran's eyes shifted to your face as he began to push into your pussy watching as your face began to contort in pain and pleasure.

Ran couldn't believe how tight you were, how your pussy was both grabbing at his cock and trying to push him out, the sensation causing his balls to fill with more semen.

"Rannie its -" you moaned out but were cut off as Ran stopped half way. His cock had slipped into your pussy only halfway but it felt as if he had already filled you to the brim, you pussy felt so full.

"Lemme just bottom out"

"Rannie I don't think I can-" you began to babble as tears started to sleep at the sensation of him pushing deeper.

"You can take it, you're a good girl. You're my good girl" Ran said as he bottomed out inside you.

His cock was so deep inside you that when you looked down you were able to see the bulge of his cock inside you.

Ran remained still adjusting to your unbearable tightness waiting for you to adjust to his cock so that he could start fucking you.

You lied on the couch with Ran's cock pentrating you so deep, feeling his hands remained on your waist while quiet tears dripped down your cheeks, but they were quick to dry when the pain was replaced with pleasure and soon you were moaning at the sensation of having Ran's cock inside you.

"My good girl wants me to fuck her" Ran said as your reaction was clear enough that you craved for the friction.

Ran began thrusting into your sobbing cunt, slowly and deep causing the air to be knocked out of you with each thrust.

Your pussy walls felt like they were being massaged in the best of ways, you wanted more.

"Rannie fuck me harder" you begged out pushing against his cock.

Ran gave you a predator look and in the next second he started pounding into your pussy.

Ran fucked you like a wild animal, hips barely pulling fully out as he fucked you now. He could feel the cum that was once in his balls being pushed through his shaft just aching to shoot out into your pussy and paint it a nice pearly white.

Ran continued his brutal pace as your pussy kept tightening with each thrust, until the pressure became unbearable.

"Rannie I think I'm gonna pee" you moaned out at your pressed your hand down on your womb feel Ran's cock slide in and out of you.

"It's okay baby, just let go" Ran said feeling how your walls were starting to milk him.

"Just let go baby" Ran moaned out trying to hold back as long as he could.

The pressure in your tummy was becoming to much to fast until it finally stopped. Strings of moans left your mouth as clear liquid squirted out of your pussy and all over the couch.

The sight of you squirting pushed Ran over the edge as hot semen was shot into your cunt as your pussy still milked Ran for more, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure.

You and Ran remained in that position until he carefully slipped his cock out, causing a soft popping noise to be heard.

You looked at Ran who was busy putting his cock back into his trousers as he got up and walked to the kitchen to fetch a clothe.

Ran began to wipe the slick and cum that still dripped out of your pussy, as you watched in amazement

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Rindou sat on the couch as Ran was in the kitchen pouring to glasses of whiskey.

"Why does your couch feel so wet?" Rindou asked as he pushed his hands against the damp spot.

"I had sex" Ran said matter-of-factly, as he walked over to where Rindou sat.

"What the fuck and you let me sit on it"

"Calm down it was with (Y/N)" Ran said handing a glass to Rindou.

"She finally let you fuck" Rindou said with a laugh as he took a swig at his drink.

"Nah she let me take a virginity"

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MIND GAMES | ran haitani

length. 5.9k words

synopsis. final part - you finally lose your V to ran hehe

authors note: so i finally got over my nervousness and wrote the fluffiest smuttiest shit i ever oh my god my fingers just dont stop typing when it comes to this man ANYWAY ENJOYYYYYYYYY @sleeplessreader @nimbixan @christmassugarcookies @ransbaby@scarletbedlam @ranhaitaninumberonefans @wenumsmol @jordanisgae

Ran sets his controller down on his lap when you text him; not even wasting a second before unlocking his phone, lightspeed. Rindou rolls his eyes so far into the back of his head they almost get stuck, clearly agigated when Ran just tosses out his attention span the second he gets a text from you.

‘ Whipped ’ is what Rindou likes calling it, noticing how his brother would rather drop everything he’s doing, even going as far to cancel all his plans if the opportunity arises to talk to you.

“So you’re really just going to leave me to fight a 2v1 by myself?” Rindou’s question goes unanswered and he groans watching his character’s health bar deplete by the second. “Dude?!”

Hey, what are you doing? 

Ran clicks on your messages, totally unaware of the uninvited smile creeping onto his face as he types back.

Just playing some games with my brother. Why?

His tongue pokes out to his cheek as he sees the three dots popping up and down rhythmically as you form a response. 

“Ran, if I lose this battle, I will never forgive you.” 

“Shut up, you’ll be fine.” Blindly, his spare hand aimlessly searches around his lap for the controller to shut his brother up when his phone vibrates on his lap once more.

No no reason, I just wanted to talk to you, but you are busy so I’ll call you later

The little hope Rindou has left when he sees Ran’s character take a step forward, ready to aid him through fighting the monster is gone the second Ran’s attention and wandering hands go back to his phone.

“Are you kidding me?!” Rindou’s character falls, evaporating into thin air and his eye twitches. “Fuck off, I’ll go call Kakucho or something, you useless piece of—”

His rant lands on deaf ears as Ran continues to ignore him, kicking his feet onto the couch, eyes glued onto that phone like it’s his lifeline.

I’m not busy, c’mon, talk to me . Everything ok/?

His long hair rests on his shoulders, his slender fingers playing with the ends of it as he anxiously waits your response.

Everythings fine, promise. Just wanted to talk to u 

Stop being so cute its killing me honestly.

Shut up..

He loves the way he can hear your voice through the message, the playful tint in your phone as you’d push him away whilst trying to hide your flustered face from his gaze. 

It’s become his new favourite hobby, to tease you till you can barely look at him. 

We’re still on for tomorrow right? He asks and distantly, he hears Rindou talking shit about him to Kakucho from the corner of the kitchen, then proceeds to invite him over to help him finish the damn game.

“I’m right here, y’know?” Ran calls out, leaning his head back far around over the couch to look into the kitchen, snickering when Rindou puts up his middle finger and continues to cuss him out over the phone whilst looking into the fridge.

Yeah, tomorrow is fine. 

You respond back with a heart emoji at the end that makes his own heart beat twice as fast. He’s not sure why you have such an effect on him; how you managed to invade his thoughts at any moment throughout the day, how he would jump over any object just to grab his phone if it was at the far end of the room when it dings, the disappointed look on his face when he realises the text wasn’t from you.

On a scale of 1-10, how angry would you be with me if I came over right now?

He decides to test the waters and asks. If your answer is anything higher than a 7, he’ll stay at home and wait till tomorrow, but anything less than that; he’s hopping on his motorcycle and risking it all just to see you.

8. Stay ur ass at home ran my dad is here for the week

Fuck’s sake.

He frowns, untwisting his finger from his hair and sighs.

Bruh cant he fuck off and stay in his own house? So unfair.

There’s a short gap between your replies, and he uses it to head over to the kitchen, towering over his younger brother, placing the flat of his palm against the top of his head and drags him away from the fridge with zero effort.

“Ran, get off me !” Rindou struggles to escape his brother’s grip, practically fighting for his life as Ran’s lazy eyes scan over the contents in the fridge. 

He’s too tired right now to cook actual food and there’s no leftovers for him to reheat. 

“Ran, I’ll kick you.” Rindou threatens when he finally rids himself from Ran’s clutches. “You’re extra annoying today.” He grits out, dusting his clothes, trying to act as nonchalant as possible as if he didn’t just get manhandled in his own house.

“I’m taking that as a compliment.” Ran closes the fridge with a sigh, moving to sit on the edge of the kitchen counter.

“Take it as you want, I don’t care.”

Ran rolls his eyes when his phone chimes twice and he doesn’t have to look at it to know who it is. Rindou clicks his tongue, grabbing his flask and downing it with ease. He needs the alcohol to get him through the day, especially when Ran is like this.

It’s an image attachment rather than a message and he opens it; immediately knowing why it took you longer to respond than usual.

You grace him with a perfect angle of your hands splayed over your bare chest, your nipples playing hide and seek behind your fingers. From the looks of it, your back looks arched slightly from the curve of your waist and at the very top of the photo, your bottom lip is being bit down onto subtly with your teeth. His eyes trail down to your stomach, captivated by the way your shorts ride up your thigh—

He needs to get his hands on you. Fuck waiting.

Rindou looks over his brother’s shoulder, eyes blowing wide and jaw dropping to the floor as he gasps an “Oh my God—”

Ran shuts his phone off and fights the urge to punch his brother into next week, hoping the hit is hard enough to give him memory loss. 

“Is that the girl you’re talking to? Shit, what’s her name?” He takes another sip of his drink when Ran brushes past him to grab his shoes. “Oi, don’t ignore me!”

“Just shut up, I gotta go.” 

You fiddle with the tips of your nails anxiously, fidgeting on your bed, physically unable to stay still as you allow your thoughts to take control. Does he not like it? Is it too much? Is that why he hasn’t responded? Did I cross a line? Sending it without permission? Did he block me?

The last one seemed to have worked in heightening your anxiety, fingers now moving to delete the image and pretend you had never sent it; though you know he saw it because the words READ staring at you like a slap in the face.

You almost jump out of your skin when your phone vibrates from underneath your body five minutes later, hidden deep within your sheets as you fish for it. 

Come outside.

It’s a simple message, yet still has your brain muddled. Once connecting the dots, your face flushes, mouth parting slightly and dart your eyes to your keyboard.

Don’t tell me youre outside…. 

You walk over to your window and slam a  hand down on your windowsill to stabilize yourself as you look outside, spotting Ran’s motorcycle at the end of the street. 

You’ve gotta be kidding me, you think, pulling your phone out and dialing his number you shamelessly admit you know by heart.

He doesn’t even let it ring for two beeps before he’s answering, repeating his text message out loud as he says, “Come outside.”

You always forget how deep his voice is, how it has that subtly provocative undertone with a bite of playfulness when he’s in the mood. “Ran—I can’t, you know this—” The deep rumble of your dads laughter fills the house; he’s always so loud, as if he knows you’re planning to sneak out and is laughing extra loud downstairs to remind you he’s home. “My dad will ask questions.”

“Well, you shoulda thought ‘bout that before you sent me that, shouldn’t you?”

You groan, fingers scrunching up a lone piece of paper on your windowsill as you eye his motorcycle again, eyes flitting across the room to your jacket resting your desk chair. “Fine…” You grumble, keeping him on the line as you slip out of your shorts and into some jeans, grabbing your coat on the way out.

You intended to sneak out successfully, making as little noise as possible when you walk past the hallway behind the living room but the door let you down, creaking open way too loudly and your dad snapped his head towards the door. 

“You going somewhere?”

“No—yeah, I mean I wanted to get something from the store, real quick. I’m craving a snack.”

You put on your best innocent smile, ensuring your face is sweet and forgiving despite the fact you’re leaving to go get fucked by your boyfriend (?). 

“Oh!” Your mother chirps from the kitchen, “can you buy some more strawberries for me? I need some for my lunch tomorrow.”

“Yeah, sure whatever. I’ll see you guys in a bit.” You slam the door shut before they even got to say goodbye, hands shaking on the knob of your door as you take a deep breath and make your way over to the end of the street.

He’s distracted on his phone when you sneak up to him, placing your hands on his shoulders. “Hi.”

He can feel you shaking when he slides his hands down your arm, tugging you to sit in front of him on his bike. “Hey, you cold? You’re shaking like a lot.”

“No, I’m just…nervous.” You admit sheepishly, unable to look him in the face. He lifts your face up with a finger on your chin, pressing a reassuring kiss to your nose that has you smiling up at him.

“Don’t be nervous.”

“It hurts though…”

He leans forward, turning off his motorcycle engine and lights, now leaving the street in total darkness aside from the streetlamps. “We can take it slow, if you want.”

“No, not that. I wanna do it today, that’s why I sent you the…yeah.”

He shifts your body closer and you part your legs on either side of the bike for stability, hand gripping onto his shirt for better balance. “That photo was fuckin’ sexy.” You stiffen, blood turning cold as his hands wander along your spine, holding you close to him as his lips mark up the exposed skin of your collarbone. “You’re so fuckin’ hot, you have no clue what you do t’me.” He sucks down, humming lowly when your fingers loop around his chain and tug ever so gently to grab his attention.

“What do I do to you?”

It’s a genuine question, though you have a brief idea, you want to know if you affect him the same way he affects you; how his shirt rides up when he stretches, teasing you with just an inch of his faint v-line or hearing his voice in the mornings when you call him is enough to leave a wet stain in your panties.

His hands slither down your spine and you chew on the inside of your cheek for a moment when you feel it. 

It being something hard inside his pants pressing against your upper thigh. “Oh.”

He doesn’t answer, too interested in grabbing onto your breast, groping it slightly and loses himself in the faint perfume scent lingering on the skin of your neck.

“Ran, not here.” You giggle when he kisses his way up to your ear, puffs of air from his nose tickling against your eardrum. “Not here, please.” It’s a miracle there’s no passerbys this late at night, just imagining the look on strangers faces as they watch Ran feel you up on his bike is enough to have you fidgeting from slight embarrassment; yet you shove down the idea of being caught fucking in public somewhere deep inside.

He smells so good, the scent amplifies ten-fold when you shift back on the bike, dipping your face in the crevice of his neck, nose touching the neckline of his crew-neck black t-shirt.

“You’re in a cuddly mood today,” He says amused, slightly nervous, slight shivers running down his body when he comprehends how close you are. He tilts his head to the side, brushing his cheek against the side of your head and golds you steady, fingers digging into your waist. “How long we got?”

“Hm,” your lips vibrate against his neck as you hum slowly, head deep in calculations, “not that long if I’m being honest, but I can risk sacrificing an hour or two.”

“Yeah? What about the strawberries for your ma’?” 

His eyes squeeze shut when you attach your lips to his neck, slowly grinding your hips down against his lap, the slow roll gives your clit the friction it craves.

“She can live without them,” you whisper, hushed in spite of yourself as he lifts you off his bike easily and you maneovuer yourself to sit behind him, locking your arms around his midriff, digging your face into the back of his neck. 

The ride back to his house doesn’t take long and he doesn’t even bother locking his bike , preferring to lace his fingers between yours gently before he’s leading you inside.

The sounds of battle music blasts from the living room and a quick peek confirms that his brother is playing Street Fighter 2 with another guy that you haven’t met before. 

Ran places his hand around your waist, snatching your attention away from his brother and back to him. “Everything okay?” You nod up at him, fixing him with your best fake smile but he sees through it easily. “Nah, you’re not.”

You sigh, hating how perceptive he can be at times. “I thought we’d be alone…”

“We are, they’re deaf as hell, they won’t be able to hear anything.” When you don’t look convinced enough, he calls out his brother's name loudly, but he’s either ignoring him, or he can’t hear him as he talks to Kakucho, nudging him whenever he moves his character the wrong way. “See, trust me.” He squeezes your hand twice, reassuring you and you nod your head and let him lead you upstairs.

You take a seat on his bed when the reality of the situation hits you. 

You’re really about to lose your virginity.

The bed dips when he moves to sit next to you and your hands twitch nervously on your lap, biting the softness of your cheek to calm you down when he places his hand on your thigh.

“You’re shaking again.”

“I—” You bite your tongue, and swallow thickly, hoping your nervousness goes down with it. “I know I’m ready, I just…I’m just scared.”

You watch the slow rise of his brows. “I’ll go extra slow, just for you, ‘kay?” He tips forward to kiss you again, proving his previous sentence with his extra slow movements. Your shaky hand falls to the side of his face, holding him close to you as he shifts you to lay on his pillow, hovering over you.

He breaks the kiss, bending down to peck at your ear. Your giggle is almost music to his ears and your legs kick around as you mutter “It’s ticklish.”

“Yeah, that’s the point.” He sucks on your lobe harder, one hand moving downwards to wrap your legs around his waist to stop you from kicking him.

“I don’t like my ears.” You tell him, gently trying to push him away, pawing at his chest, laughing when his breath tickles your eardrum once more, “Ran!”

“You’re so beautiful though,” he pulls away, forehead to yours as he looks down at you, “best looking ears I’ve ever seen.”

“You clearly haven’t seen much ears then.” He deadpans at you and you roll your eyes, retracting your statement, “‘kay, I’m sorry.” You close your eyes when he bends down to kiss your nose, cheek, covering your face with kisses as he mumbles how perfect you are after each kiss. 

Your hands cup his face, thumbs stroking at his cheekbones as you hold his face up, enticing him into a trance with your kisses, back arching off the bed involuntarily with each groan that spills from his mouth.

“I’m gonna undress you now, alright?” He says between kisses and you suck in a harsh breath through clenched teeth before nodding, too nervous to provide a verbal response. 

He sits back on his knees and gently tug on your shirt, lifting your arms up to slide the shirt over your head and onto the edge of his bed. You sit up slightly, unfastening the straps on your bra and letting it fall, watching how his eyes stay glued to your chest as if he’s never seen a pair of breasts before. 

“...Ran, you’re staring.” You say, pointing out the obvious, thinking he would look away by now but you have to grip onto his face, and force his gaze up, “My eyes are up here.”

“I know where they are.” 

If he could kiss every part of your body he would. He looks down at you underneath him, eyes glistening with want and habitually, you tug on your bottom lip with your teeth, hands rising to wrap around his neck, craving his lips once more.

With confidence, Ran’s tongue slips into your mouth, slidinig passionately along your own. It’s almost embarrassing how pliant he makes you, how you're lifting your back from the bed slightly to press your chest against his own.

He grins at the soft moans you let out with each kiss, drinking up each mewl that leaves you when your hands wander downwards, slipping under his shirt, dipping your fingers along the crevices of his abs. 

“Take—” You take breaks between kisses to tug hopelessly at his shirt, “I want this off.”

“Someone’s bossy today.” You watch up in reverence as his shirt lifts off his body, tongue poking out to lick your bottom lip. It’s probably swollen by now, how hard you’ve been biting it but you don’t care, not when he hovers above you with his bare arms beside your head.

Your mouth is dry when he leans down to kiss you again, but keeps it short this time, breaking the kiss before you could even melt into the pleasure. 

His fingers dance their way along your thighs, making their way to the zipper of your jeans. His head drops down to look before it’s being lifted by your hands holding his face, “Don’t look…”

“I’m gonna see it regardless, y’know that right?”

Yeah, you know that; but you still feel embarrassed being fully naked and vulnerable in front of someone else for the first time. “I know…”

His fingers test the waters once more, fingernail scraping against the zipper until your legs are complying, spreading ever so slightly, just enough for him to wrap them around his waist as he unzips your jeans, hooking a finger onto your panties to tug them all off at once.

Cold air hits your bare cunt and you almost shiver when he bends down to your stomach, kissing on your skin around your bellybutton, slowly making his way down to your pelvis.

It feels extra sensitive there, butterflies frollocking around your stomach as he practically makes out with your skin. It’s wet when his tongue slides out, licking a stripe from your pelvis to your thighs, squishing them with his fingers as he marks you. He wasn’t lying when he said he would take it slow—now you’re actually regretting his slow pace, wanting to be touched down there.

“Ran—” Your voice trails off into a gasp when he bites down on your thigh, hard enough to probably leave teeth marks. “C’mon…please.” You whisper, covering your eyes with your hands, too flustered to look at him between your legs.

You can’t help but squeal when his nose brushes your clit ever so gently, his wet tongue darting out to lick a long stripe up, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking lightly.

“Oh—oh my god—” He smiles between your legs, eyes closing when he hears your moan, your legs enclosing around his head as you slap a hand over your mouth, biting at your palm when he flicks your clit with his tongue swiftly, physically unable to control your squirming.. “Ran, mm, oh fuck, fuck, yes!” 

“Yeah?” He dives back in, drowning in your slick as his fingers tickle your entrance, “Gonna put my fingers in now, ‘kay?” He takes your soft ‘mmhm, mhm’ as a sign to continue. He pushes in slowly, fighting back your body’s reaction as  he inches his finger in deeper. You almost kick him in the back when you feel it, slow, lazy yet calculated strokes with his index finger.

The pleasure is almost too much, biting your lip, throwing your head back to sink into the softness of his pillows. Your pussy clamps desperately around his long, slender finger. Ran groans, detaching his mouth from your slit, “Fuck, why are you so hot? It’s—” He twists his finger inside you, stretching your soft walls out and gives your clit another suck, “It’s fuckin’ killin’ me.”

Your body feels like jelly from just a single finger, the continuous strokes of his tongue against your clit have stars forming behind the abyss in your mind, eyes squeezed shut as you feel another finger at your entrance. “Don’t stop—fuck—please, don’t st— mm—” 

You’re babbling incoherent sentences, limbs practically numb as you try to squirm away from the overstimulation, insides feeling like they’re being electrecuted. “Wait, I—I think I’m—” 

You’ve never came before so the feeling was unusual to you. The warmth pooling around some unknown area in your stomach had you practically suffocating the man beneath your legs as he loudly licks up at the slick from your cunt as he finger fucks you into heaven.

“Clenching around me so tight, you’re close, aren’t you?”

“I think—” You swallow hard, cursing under your breath when he presses against that spot. He knows he’s hit it because the blood flow from his finger temporarily disconnets with how tight your walls clamp around it, moaning louder than he’s ever heard you before and your hand flys to the headboard to stabalise yourself as you come undone on his hands. You felt liquids squirt from your body, breaking out of the spell he put you under the moment you felt it—scared that you might’ve…

“A squirter, huh?” He says from between your legs, goosebumps forming on your forearms when he drags his tongue over your cunt one last time as a way of cleaning you up. “Didn’t know you could do that.”

“It’s not normal? Oh god…” You hide your face in your hands as he laughs, moving to sit on his knees and pulls you closer by your ankles, trying to remove your hands from your face but they’re practically glued on.

“Stop hiding from me, it was hot.”

“I thought I…” You lower your voice, too embarrassed to even finish the sentence, “I thought I peed.” He snorts and you hit him across the chest, “It’s not funny!”

“You’re so fuckin’ cute.”

Your cheeks heat up when he kisses you again. The taste of the kiss was slightly bitter and you instantly knew that was because of you. 

“You ready?” His voice is breathless as he parts away from your lips, wiping his lower face and mouth with his arm.

“Yeah.” 

He reaches forward, fluffing the pillows to get you as comfy as can be and you smile up at him, watching hypnotised as he tugs his pants down. You now understand his infatuation with your breasts because you’re lost in the sight of his cock, watching witth a dry mouth as his cock bobs free from its restraints.

There’s something white leaking from the tip that you’re sure is cum and you bite your lip when you see him squeezing tight at the base of his cock, dragging a lazy hand up to the top, groaning as he positions himself between your legs.

You blindly reach out of it, almost knocking the wind out from his lungs when you grab it, smaller fingers failing to wrap around his own. “Hey, what are you—” His words get lost when you bend down and ready to stick your tongue out before he stops you, “What are you doing?”

“I wanna taste it.” You say it like it's obvious, darting your eyes down to the leaking precum seeping out from the tip bit by bit, but he stops you, lifting you from your bent position with a single hand on your bicep. 

It’s weirdly attractive how he can just lift you with no effort, manhandle you to the way he wants and before you know it you’re back on the bed, head resting on his floofed up pillows and he’s hovering over you.

He reaches inside his bedside drawer, pulling out a condom and rolls it onto his cock as he says “As much as I’d love to see your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, babe, it’s not abouot me tonight.” His eyes trail down your body, nudging his cock against your cunt, the tip brushing agaisnt your clit in slow circles and you close your eyes to steady yourself.

Once ready, you nod at him and he bites his lip, eyes never leaving your body as he slowly presses into you. Your hands fly up to his arms, digging your nails into his skin and try your hardest to stifle your moan. 

There’s a stinging pressure the second his cockhead enters, your body fighting to accept him in and you start to panic. “Wait—” you tap at his arm rapidly, “I don’t think it’s gonna fit—I—”

“Shhh,” he bends down to kiss you, sucking on your bottom lip to comfort you, “listen to me.” You force your eyes open to look into his own honest ones, “You’re so tense, it’s gonna hurt but it’ll be quicker if you relax, ‘kay?”

“Okay…” You eyes flutter shut when you feel him press inside again, the head of his cock is fully engulfed and you feel the burn between your thighs as your walls stretch to accommodate his length, “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, it burns Ran—”

“I know, I know, almost there, promise.”

The rest of his cock slips inside almost easily and he lets out a gutted moan when he bottoms out, his hips pressing against yours and he has to physically stop himself from fucking you into the sheets, waiting for you to stop squirming underneath him. 

“Is it in?” You whisper and he lifts a hand up, thumb swiping at the tears forming under your eyeline.

“It’s in.” You exhale sharply, un-squeezing your hands from his arms to wrap around his neck. “Tell me when to move, I’ll move.” He says against your neck, pressing soft kisses to soothe you, biting down when you clench around him involuntariily.

It feels weird, like you’re being stuffed full—but you don’t see the pleasure in this yet; it’s more uncomfortable than pleasurable. Maybe your body isn’t wired the same way other girls are because they make it out to be something amazing and have them screaming out in pleasure, but you just feel like screaming out in pain.

“Y-you can move, now.” You say after a moment, watching as his jaw clenches when he drags his cock out, leaving just the tip in before pushing back in gently. Ran makes sure to use as little force as possible, not wanting to overstim you so quickly. There’s warmth pooling in the depths of your stomach, the pain slowly turning into pleasure as he keeps up his slow pace, feeling lightheaded from how your pussy catches around his cock so tightly. 

He briefly thinks he should’ve prepped you more, scared that it was too painful for you. One look down proves his theory wrong and he almost cums right there and then, stilling his hips at the sight of you all spread out for him, eyes threatening to roll into the back of your head as you bite down on your lip, trying to stifle the bubbling moans.

“Faster?” He pants out, hoping and praying that you say yes because he needs to feel you, all of you, wants to hear you scream out his name. 

“Yes, please.” Your voice is hushed and quiet, gradually getting louder when he pulls out once more but slams inside you, hard enough that you’re sliding up the bed, head almost hitting the headboard as he begins his relentless pace.

He can’t hold himself back anymore, fingers digging into his pillowcase as he slams inside you. Your hand flys to your mouth when you’re about to moan, remembering he has guests downstairs but his hands grip onto your wrists, pinning them above your head. 

“Let me hear you, fuck please—” He sounds breathless, using one hand to keep your wrists above your head, the other trailing downwards to your thighs, spreading your legs further so he could fit himself inside you better.

“Ran, ohmygod, yes, yes, don’t stop, fuck !” You attempt to scratch at his hands pinning you down, needing to grab onto something before you feel like you lose yourself completely. He presses down onto your stomach, switching his pace to a slower one and you almost scream—

“Shit,” he whispers, voice trailing into a moan when his hips jerk, shoving his cock impossibly deeper, “I can feel you cumming—fuck, you’re so—” The next thing you know, you’re being flipped ont the bed, soft mattress pressing against your stomach and ass being dragged up into the air. 

“Ran, please—” You feel so empty without him inside you, taking back everything you thought previously about sex not being enjoyable, wishing he could be inside you all the time to fill you with that warmth. 

He grips his cock, panting softly before lining his cock up at your entrance. “‘M gonna fuck you full of cum, I swear to—” His promise is cut off when he slips back inside, groaning and dragging your hips back to take his cock, mouth dropping open as your walls flutter around his cock, “Gonna fill you up—you want that, huh?”

“Mhm-mhm,” It’s hard to speak when your face is being shoved into the pillow, hands reaching behind you, desperate to touch him when he’s pinning them to your back with a firm hand. 

He ruts against you with a desperation that has you screaming your frustrations out into the pillow as you listen to his provocative dirty talk, ears full with the sounds of skin on skin slapping against each other. 

“Arch your back,” he commands, letting go of your pinned wrists to allow you freedom of movement, digging his fingers into your hips to physically stop himself from moving to give you the energy to bend forward, watching with sharp eyes as the line in the middle of your back dips, “Just like that, yeah.”

You wind your hands in the pillow, holding it like it's your lifeline as you feel him bend forward, grinding his cock with slow strokes. “Feel good, hm?”

“I—kiss me, please,” you manage to gasp out and he winds a hand in your hair, pulling you up with a firm grip to crash your lips together. It’s messy and desperate, ignoring your protesting neck and back just to lick into his mouth hopelessly.

He tugs your bottom lip with his teeth before shoving you back down onto the bed, resuming his quick, calculated thrusts. “Close?”

You nod, head heavy and snake a hand down your body to your clit, circling your fingers around it a little faster. “Uh-huh.”

“Shit, cum for me—wanna feel you, c’mon.” His hand comes down hard and heavy on your ass, and that was the driving point for you, a broken cry of his name into the pillow as your walls clamp to his cock. He groans, thrusting one, two, three more times before he groans, breathing heavily and you feel cock twitch twice before he fills the condom.

His cock is wedged deep inside you as he stills his hips, riding out his orgasm. There’s a wet noise when he slips out and your body falls limp onto the bed, every single muscle inside your body aches and you feel so sore. 

You shut your eyes closed for a moment when you hear some movement around the room, some shuffling before your cold body is being engulfed by his warm embrace as he climbs back into the bed with you. 

“You okay?” He asks, head dipped in the crevice of your neck, pressing soft kisses against the skin and you nod your head, hands coming up to hold his arm, cherishing his warmth.

“I’m good.” Looking over the curve of your shoulder, you make eye contact with him and smile, “thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being my first time. I really enjoyed it.” 

There’s a look you can’t read on his face but his eyes soften more a moment before he’s moving on top of you. Your body surges up to kiss you, sloppy and happy as his laughter ghosts across your mouth. “You’re so soft.”

“No you are! I saw your eyes soften. I’m not blind.”

“That’s cause—” He looks like he’s about to say something but then shakes his head, looking down.

“Cause what?” You move his head back up to your eyes,furrowing your brows as you wait for him to continue.

“I—I think I love you.”

You swallow, wrinkling your nose and blink up at him, those three words wiping all consciousness from your body. At your silence, he fidgets a little, swallowing constantly and swears he feels heat rushing to his palms.

“Nevermind, I—”

“No! No,no don’t take it back.” You panic, sitting up so quickly you knock your forehead against his. Falling back onto the bed with a groan, you rub at your forehead, wincing a little, “I’m such a mess, sorry—”

“No, it’s fine.” He laughs a little, rubbing his own forehead from the hit. 

“I…think I love you too. You just caught me off-guard and I panicked, I’m sorry.” You grab at his hands, bringing them up to your lips and peck the skin there softly watching as he looks at you, wide-eyed. “No, I don’t think; I know I do. I love you, Ran.”

He doesn’t say anything, looking down at the bed for a moment before chuckling, hand coming up to your cheek to caress it lightly, “Like I said before, you’re so soft.”

“Says you!” You want to hit him again but he’s tugging you down onto the bed with him, wrapping his arms around and you smile, snuggling up to his chest. 

“You’re staying the night, right?”

“Yeah. I don’t think I can walk home anyway, my legs are fucked.”

“Good.” 

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Rindo: “Why is that person glaring at you?”

Ran: “Oh, they accused me of being a creep for standing here for more than five minutes, and I may or may not have agreed and claimed I was here specifically to kidnap you. They didn’t know how to respond, so they’ve just been scowling at me from a distance ever since.”

Rindo: “........Shall we make an overly dramatic exit?”

Ran: “Nothing would please me more.”

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The good in losing? (Haitani Ran x Fem!Reader

Genre/Tags: Highschool AU, No gangs AU, One-sided enemies to lovers?, Izana and Reader are childhood friends, Protective bff!Izana

Warnings: Profanities, Typos

Word Count: 2.6k

Synopsis: Pairing you with Ran for the three-legged race was a disaster.

Maybe the class should’ve thought this through. It’s only then did they come to the realization that you and Ran don’t work out really well, as they watch the two of you on the track field, pulling on each other’s hair like two girls fighting over their crush.

Two weeks ago

The annual school festivities were nearing. Students were balancing both sport practices, performances, booth planning as well as their studies and usual club activities.

A month ago, it was already announced that the annual event was nearing and that a date has been set. Students were given the time to think of theme for their classrooms for when they showcase a talent or mini event of their own. Or to some an opportunity to do their dream classroom café.

Class 3-C, however, seemed to be blessed with a hoard of procrastinators, and were only now planning for everything. From the classroom activities, down to the very last sport where they will choose their classmates to participate in.

It was around their break time that the class president has finally acted, and was now making a poll of choices for their classmates to choose from as they all ate their snacks.

One thing that came out good from their class or procrastinators, was that they listened well to their president.

“Okay, make sure that everyone votes for their theme of choice. One vote per student; no doubles in one category or else I’ll have those who doubles, do all sports. No excuses allowed.” Izana spoke clearly to the class, as his arms crossed.

Yeah. They listened well to their president.

“Oh! Let’s do a café.” Someone from the back suggested.

“That’s already taken by class 3-E. Rules said that no themes alike per class year.” Izana explains, making the student who suggested, sulk. “Keep the suggestions coming, I’ll write down really quick the themes that are already taken.”

The silver haired boy instructs the vice president – Muto, to take down notes of the class’s suggestions while he wrote all the themes that were taken for their year, while also writing the lower year’s themes in case someone takes inspiration for one of the existing themes.

“A pirate ship!” One of the students suggests.

“What about fairytale? We can be knights and princesses and princes, and fairies—” Another student suggests but was quickly shutdown by some of the boys in the class.

It went on and on, their suggestions. And you were just watching it all go down.

To be honest, you were fine with anything. What you were excited about was just roaming around during the 1-week event. You hoped so bad that Izana would take pity on you and not let you join any other activities because you were having a severe case of ‘senioritis’.

Soon enough, the class settled on a theme, which was a curious combination of circus, and junkyard. After that came the discussion of what decorations to use, the layout of the classroom for their desired theme, and then the funds. Then also came the service in which they will provide for the other students that will visit their classroom.

“Alright, now that that’s settled. We can now move on to the sports.” Izana announces, after taking quick notes of all their classroom plans, he erases the writings on the board before replacing it with the sports that needed to be filled with students who will willingly participate.

“As much as I hate to be that person,” Izana starts, “I suggest everyone to participate in at least one activity.”

There goes your hope of doing nothing for the sports portion.

Time ticked along with the speed with which Izana wrote each player per activity.

“Alright, now for the three-legged race.”

A slap on the table, and then Shion stands up. “I vote for Ran on this one.”

Izana rubs on his temples, “I just said to raise your hand when suggesting something.”

His statement was ignored by his friend, explaining to the class why Ran should play in the race.

“And that’s why, I think Ran should play.” With a playfully curt bow, Shion takes a seat.

“And did I say yes to this?” Ran voices out, his brow raising at his friend’s stupidity.

“Come on Ran, you’re one of the fastest in class. We can’t have you on the 200m race otherwise it’s not a challenge at all for the others. You’d be winning instantly, with those long-ass, lanky, stick man legs.”

Ran doesn’t know if it’s a compliment. He doesn’t take it as one.

“Yeah, Ran!” Some of the girls in class chides in. “Then I’ll be your partner.” And he knows exactly that was the catch.

“Okay, then Ran it is.” Izana writes down Ran’s name on the board.

“What?! I didn’t even say yes!” Ran whines, standing up to make a point for his displeasure.

Izana ignores him, writing his own name on the 200-meter race so that Ran won’t have any choice if he ever brings up the suggestion.

“If I’m playing, then I’m choosing my partner for the race.” He scoffs, which then earned his statement a flurry of girls raising their hand and saying ‘pick me, Ran’.

You watch in feint amusement how things were unfolding, and then switch your attention back to the notes you made during this class meeting. Thinking back to the class theme and what you should wear after Izana gave out the dress code for your class.

You raised your head, pondering, but were met with Ran’s amethyst orbs. That time you were paying attention to your notes and spacing out, Ran had made his way to your desk.

Your confusion was evident as to why he was suddenly sat on the vacant seat in front of you and just staring straight into your soul.

You look around the class and they were staring silently at you two. Some of the girls were even glaring at you.

You turned to Izana for help. Eyes staring into him in slight panic because you absolutely hated being stared at like this.

Izana sighs, “look, she doesn’t even want to.”

Ran turns his body, holding up a hand at his friend. “Wait, I need to hear it from her.”

You feel annoyance start to boil at what Ran was doing. You already weren’t on good terms and now he’s pulling this on you. “Hear what?” You ask.

“Your answer. I said that you’ll be my partner for the three-legged race.” He grins, eyes gleaming with a playful glint that always irked you.

You turn your head away, the frown seeming to sew itself on your forehead to give you a permanent look of displeasure from your interactions with the older Haitani. “No fucking way. I’m not doing it.” You say with finality in your tone.

Izana was about to move the class’s attention to picking a new participant when he was cut off by a classmate.

“But you two are the fastest in class! I’m sure you guys can win us a medal!”

And so, a chorus of agreements from the others arouse, making it hard for Izana to counter and side with his dear childhood friend. “Okay, then we’ll have Ran and Y/N for the three-legged race.”

You look in horror at the betrayal committed by Izana. Ran was grinning, and the former was basically avoiding eye contact with you, proceeding the meeting further.

And they should’ve known from that day alone where the frown never left your face, that their choice of players was a mistake.

“Who suggested Ran to play again in the first place?” A comment was heard from one of your classmates on the sideline. The class points towards Shion.

“Hey! It’s not my fault. He didn’t have to choose Y/N for this! Who even pushed the Ran and Y/N agenda?” Shion fires back, not liking that the blame was all on him.

Izana hushes everyone before a fight starts to break out among them. Muto was quick to cover Shion’s mouth, already knowing that the boy won’t back down.

“Maybe if you didn’t have long fucking limbs, it’d be easier to move!” Your voice was heard, and the class lost all hope of winning the medal for the game.

“Well maybe drink your milk so you’d actually grow some height.” Ran fights back, agitated from the heat blaring down on them.

This aggravated you further, pulling on to one of Ran’s braids, making him stop from his attempts to move you two to the finish line. “Annabelle!” You throw the name, referring to how his braids always made him look like the haunted doll.

Ran gasps dramatically, “you bitch! I spent hours on this!” The taller boy flicks his braid away from you, before pulling on your hair. “Grumpy!” Ran insults back, referring to one of Snow White’s seven dwarves.

Class 3-C watched, not knowing what to do, until the two of you were full on fighting that you two were on the ground, kicking and pulling on each other’s hair.

“Grumpy!”

“Annabelle!”

The teachers came rushing in, trying to stop you both. Your homeroom teacher pulling on to Ran, as Izana hurried over to pull you away from the tall braided boy.

“You two, office. Now.” Your teacher drags you two, with Izana followed. “Yasuhiro, please take charge of the class while I’m away.” Your homeroom teacher turns to Muto, before the boy gave a thumbs up, turning to your classmates, readying them for the next game while the race was still on-going.

As you walked – more like were dragged – to the teacher’s office, you heard the commentator through the speakers on the field, “due to a cat fight ensuing, class 3-C is out of the three-legged race!” You rolled your eyes, blaming Ran on your mind for everything.

Once seated on the chairs that was pulled for the two of you, you suddenly felt small under the scrutinizing stared of your homeroom teacher.

He was pacing around, feeling the stress nip at him. He was supposed to enjoy this week with his students, but now he had to control two of his students to behave more properly.

The older man pinches the bridge of his nose. “I really don’t want to deal with you two, but since we’re here. Explain, now.”

Ran raised his hand, opening his mouth before he was cut off. “You know what, I don’t want to hear it. Write it. I want an apology letter; a detailed one. I want to know exactly what happened why you two fought. I’m not giving you two detention, because I still want you two to enjoy this week and I’m not ruining it. But that apology letter, I want it written and done today.” The older man fumbles about on his desk, looking for two sheets of papers, and two pencils and then handing it to you and Ran.

“Give me the letters once you finished, look for me. Don’t leave it on the table.” With that the man leaves, instructing Izana to follow suit.

Izana nods at your homeroom teacher, before turning to you two and sighing. You see your friend’s distressed look and it added to the shame and guilt in your gut. “I’m sorry.” You look down to your lap.

It was enough for Izana. He knows your words were sincere, and he didn’t want you to beat yourself up over it. He turns to Ran, waiting expectantly.

“What?” Ran looks up as if he wasn’t part of the fight and added fuel to the fire.

Izana picks up a notebook from your homeroom teacher’s desk, rolling it and then swinging it on Ran’s head. The notebook hitting the tall boy’s head, as Izana gave him a warning glare. “Make up.” He hisses at the boy.

“You’re worse than any of the teachers here, I swear.” Ran mumbles, rubbing on his head.

Izana holds up the rolled notebook again, warning him. Ran holds up both hands in surrender, making the class president lower his “weapon” and place it back on the teacher’s desk.

With that, he leaves, and it’s just you and Ran, your papers waiting to be filled with a detailed incident report and apologies.

You got to writing as soon as Izana left while Ran basically just lounged about. You were halfway to finishing when he peers at your paper.

“Let me copy yours.”

You stare at him as if he’s the stupidest person on earth. You actually think that he is at this point.

“Are you dumb?” You say incredulously before turning back to your paper, practically ignoring him.

“Hey, come on~ You keep ignoring me. What have I ever done to you to deserve this treatment?” The boy was basically being a drama queen, sighing heavily here and there.

You grumbled, slamming the pencil down and then turning to him. “You get on my nerves. You annoy the heck out of me. You draw me unwanted attention and I hate that the most.”

“Then, what shall I do, oh my lady, to garner your attention?”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics. “Nothing, just leave me alone.” You turn back to your paper.

However, this is the only time that you probably hated the spinning chairs in wheels, because the two-tone haired boy turned you around again, this time, he drew closer to you with his own chair, trapping you in between his legs as does his arms while his hands rested on the edge of the teacher’s table.

“Look at me,” Ran whispers, staring straight at you.

You were never one to have your personal space invader like this. Ran was the first, and it bordered on feeling butterflies at the pit of your stomach, and feeling uncomfortable. You don’t stare at him. It was hard.

The boy sighs, tilting your head with his fingertips. “If I get serious with you, will you finally pay attention to me?”

“That depends...”

“On what?”

To be honest, you don’t know. You just let the silence envelope the two of you. Ran was still observing you, until his eyes landed on your lips.

“I want to kiss you,” he whispers under his breath.

Maybe it was the tension, or the way this side of Ran brought something out in you, but you nodded. “Okay...”

The next thing you know, his lips were on your own. It was short, with minor movements, but enough to light something in your chest.

You both pulled away and just stare at each other, when a voice breaks the silence that settled between you. “I said ‘make up’ not ‘make out’.” Izana exasperatedly spoke, already exhausted from his 200-meter race, and from handling his rowdy classmates. Now he was faced with another pain to mind.

Your cheeks flared up as you replied, “we did not make out!”

“Yeah! If we were making out, I’d be having my t—” you slapped the taller boy’s shoulder, hard, knowing how he’d use his colorful words to explain you two’s supposed situation.

“I don’t need to hear that. I’ll deal with you later,” Izana points at Ran with a glare in his eyes. “For now, you two need to finish that apology letter, because the whole class is being called for a competition against the other 3rd year classes.” Izana pulls another chair where he sits and observe you two.

“No funny business,” the class president crosses his arms, as he watched Ran jut out his bottom lip in a pout.

With no other choice, Ran sulks as he wrote whatever dramatics he wanted to put in his apology letter. He’d glance at you whenever, smiling to himself as he sees the light blush on your face, noticing how you’d sometimes space out mid-writing. He definitely likes to see this side of you show such adorable reactions, and he hoped he’d see it more in the future.

© August 2022, shinycrybaby. All rights reserved.

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A/N: I'm quite hmmmm .... I dunno if it's good that I'm writing 🤔

@softbajis here is the first ran fic i mentioned 🫡 I'll finish up the other one soon after work kkkk

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #haitani ran x reader #ran x reader #haitani ran imagines #haitani ran fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #ran x y/n #haitani x reader #haitani ran x y/n

[frozenmoonshine]

Head Canon - Haitani Ran as your boyfriend:

Idek where all these ideas came from, I'm far from a Haitani stan, but I do think the common fanon representation of Ran is rather unfair to the character, considering all the canon stuff we found out from the official character book #3, so... here's my small contribution to fixing it. LOL

Fluff; Hetero relationship

☆ ‌It's no secret that he loves attention and being the center of it, and with his natural good looks and charm/charisma, he always attracts a lot of attention from girls, wherever he appears. That earned him a bad reputation of a playboy/womanizer, but it couldn't be further from the truth. He just enjoys the attention that comes with flirting, but he's only had like, two girlfriends (by the time he joined Tenjiku).

☆‌ Not the type to fall in love easily, or even to develop a crush! He's actually super picky when it comes to women, just like with everything else in life. But once someone has sparked his interest, he goes into the chasing mode, and god help his target, cause they WILL fall for him, no matter what!

☆ ‌But I'm not saying that he's pushy or annoying, or a creep that doesn't know when to back off. Noooo, he's just a sly, witty, little tactician, who will have you play yourself right into his trap! If he's locked on to you, there's no way out, but let's face it - why the hell would you even want out?!

☆ Once in a relationship, he gets comfortable with you easily, you have movie nights and nap dates at least twice a week (after all, he takes 'Netflix and chill' very seriously!), he lets you play with his beloved hair, even mess it up, LOVES lying in your lap, and will fall asleep in less than five minutes, especially if you stroke his hair.

☆ ‌If he's not answering his phone for a while, you know there's only three possible reasons: he's sleeping, in a middle of a fight, or at the hair salon. He will call/message you back right away when he sees the missed calls/receives messages, and most likely say something along the lines of: "Sorry babe, I was asleep". (Bonus points for his sleepy, morning voice! Sexiest thing ever!)

☆ ‌He's very chill and doesn't really do drama. He dislikes fighting with his SO, but when it does happen, even tho it's rare, he'll just go to sleep without talking to you for the rest of the evening. If you buy him a montblanc cake the next day, he'll forgive you whatever your wrong might have been! If he was the one who was wrong, he'll lose sleep thinking about it, and eventually message you a memoire of an apology at like 4 AM. Next time you see him, he'd take you to his favorite hair salon to make up for whatever he did.

☆‌ Not the jealous type at all. So much so, that it might even leave you wondering if he even loves you at all, but cheat on him, or do anything to seriously break his trust, and he'll simply break up with you. He dislikes jealous girls as well.‌

☆ He wants to appear intellectual, but is actually dumb, so he can be rather cringy. He focused on pretty much anything other than studying, so no wonder he keeps using all those "complicated" words wrong, or getting his facts wrong. And if he tries speaking English, lord help you not to laugh at his face! But if you teach him the right things, he'll highly appreciate it. Just don't make fun of him in front of others, that's your one way ticket to hell!

☆ ‌He's quite a sweetheart when he's genuinely close to someone (ask Rindou if you don't believe me). He'll always let you vent to him, hear you out, listen to your problems, no matrer how small or trivial, and he's an amazing listener. He'll always offer emotional and moral support, even if he appears to be teasing you, he's there for his SO when it matters. But he himself can be quite closed off, and not talk about his problems easily, at least not the real ones. He will bitch about a bad hair day, but not openly tell you what's troubling him for real. If you tell him it's ok to rely on others sometimes, he'll just take that as a green light to act like a spoiled kid for the rest of the day, and expect you to baby him.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #haitani ran #haitani ran headcanons #haitani ran x reader #haitani x reader #haitani ran fluff #ran haitani #ran haitani headcanons #ran haitani fluff #ran haitani x reader #tokrev ran #tokrev hcs #ran x reader #ran x you #ran x y/n

[rosze-v]

purple roses and baby breaths

pairing: Haitani Ran x Reader

synopsis: Haitani Ran and you went out on a date after overlooking Roppongi at the hills last night, a continuation of Part 1 (You don’t really need to read the first part to understand the story but there are some parts that will make you understand them better)

tw: fluff, Haitani Ran was mentioned as a whore, Bonten Haitani Ran, foul words, mentions of unaliving people, cute Ran, Rindou and Sanzu being an absolute menace again, all the Bonten higher ups, not beta read.

w.c : 3.5k

a/n: Halu! So here it is a part 2 of my first Haitani Ran fics! I didn’t expect someone would ask for a part 2 and after thinking about it, I managed to write some and surprisingly it was quite long. I’m so happy my fics are going well, and so many people are liking it, it truly made my day. I realized I'm getting a bit better in writing, and I also managed to explain, or rather ‘show’ a bit better than before. Thank you so much for those who read my writings and I’m sorry if this is not up to expectations. Have an amazing day!

Haitani Ran have been staring at his own reflection on the mirror for the 20th time that morning, literally 20 times. The first time he checked his reflection is by the mirror in his bathroom, he had washed his face, put on those skincare Kokonoi told him about, it could get rid of all those ugly blemishes on your face, he said but really Ran’s skin has always been clear, aside from little pimples here and there. Ran also made sure his face is clean shaven and free of stubbles.

The second time he checked the mirror is by the one in his walk-in closet, he was picking out clothes to wear. His first option is his casual suit, that always make him look attractive but that shows too much ‘business’ in his opinion. The second option was a black button up with black slacks, but he thinks he still look like he’s doing business. Then came his third option, black turtleneck, and brown slacks.

Once Ran put it on, he smiles at himself because its perfect he thought. The turtleneck covers his Bonten tattoo, yet at the same time showcase his beautiful body line in which he flexes his muscles shamelessly, nodding at himself because he already looks hot as hell. He then chooses a Patek Phillipe watch he bought recently, accompanying his share of accessories are the small hoop earring on his left ear while the right ear is don with a long earring. He chose a brown leather Oxford to complete his overall look.

The third time he checked his mirror is the one on his vanity, he sat down on the vanity seat, wondering what hair style should he go for. Let the hair free and fluffy or his usual slicked back hair? He chose his usual slicked back hair because of course, that’s the best style for him. Ran then spritz some La Nuit de l'Homme from Yves Saint Laurent; his favorite brand and as always, Haitani Ran smells like sex appeal on legs. Ran was going to stand up but he remembered Kokonoi telling him that he should put on some lip balms because of his ugly ass cracked lips and so he did, put on some lip balms because, who knows what will happen right.

After the 20th time of checking himself out because truly he wants to look his best for the little lunch he’s having with you, or in another word, a date after 2 years of simple hook ups.  So of course, he wants to look his best yet everyone and the goddamn fly in his room knows he’s just nervous and woke up at 8 in the morning because he’s finally going on a date after 2 freaking years. Ran then walked out of his room and went to the lounge room to chuck some alcohol in his system because his nerves are buzzing like crazy.

Ran was greeted by all, yes all, of the Bonten higher ups in the lounge room, discussing about some new business they’re trying to get into. You see, it has been a very long time since they saw Ran smiling like an idiot by himself, as well as seeing the clear, excited bounce on his feet coming into the lounge room. It was of course his own brother who called him out first, Haitani Rindou.

“And why are you smiling like that?”. Ran glances to his brother and continues to smile, albeit creepily in Rindou’s opinion. Sanzu was looking at Ran up and down, noticing how nice he looks and the smell of Ran’s fragrance was intoxicating enough that he, who was sitting on the couch a few meters away from him, can smell it.

“Its like you’re going out on a date for the first time in what? 2 years?”. It was silence. Pure silence as Ran’s smile before turns into a bashful grin because yes, it is a date. Kokonoi and Sanzu gasps loudly, while Rindou’s eyes were as huge as saucers because his whore of a brother is going on a date. Kakucho only nodded in understanding whilst Akashi and Mochizuki raise a drink to Ran’s new date, chuckling between themselves.

“So, who is it? This unlucky date of yours?”. Mikey asked while he munches on some sweets, interested in the date Ran’s going because truly, Ran is a certified Bonten whore yet someone manage to snag a date with him.

“Oh, its just someone I met last night. They were cute and can you believe it? They don’t know shit about me despite going to our club at Roppongi.”

“That’s definitely new, usually people who come know its our territory.” Ran nodded at Rindou’s remark as he continues.

“Yeah, they told me they came to the club because they’re curious.” A puzzled look was bare on all of the Bonten higher ups face. “Curious of a goddamn club because they never went there.” Sanzu burst out laughing because who would have thought someone would be going to a club because they’re curious.

“Okay my dear Bonten members, I, Haitani Ran, is going out on a date.” Ran said, walking away from the crowd though suddenly he stopped and turn around, his eyes squinting and with a pointed finger he declares. “If any of you shits, tries to pull any stupid shit, you best know I’ll bust your ass. So, Rindou, Sanzu, you bet I’m going to crack your skulls if the both of you do something dumb that can ruin the date.” Rindou held his hands up, gesturing that he’s not going to do anything while Sanzu flips him off, telling him to fuck off.

Haitani Ran were driving to your apartment when he feels as if something is missing. He tries to recollect anything he forgot but he was sure that he have bring his wallet with him and there’s nothing else that he forgets. He was driving by the streets of Roppongi when he saw a lady with a bouquet of flower in her hand and it clicks, no date is complete without flowers. Ran then went over to a flower shop and bought you a bouquet of flower, a mix of light purple roses and white baby breaths. The old lady from the flower shop told him that the one receiving the flowers is very lucky which flares his ego. Once he arrived in front of your apartment, he sends you a text saying that he already arrived. During the waiting, he checks out his appearance again, running his hair back, smelling himself because he has to make sure he smells good because hygiene is important kids.

Ran is, without a doubt, nervous, his hands were getting clammy and he could feel butterflies rampaging in his stomach. The seconds waiting for you is getting to him and it made him really wonder if this is the right thing to do. His doubt was gnawing at him because first, he’s a gang member, a notorious one at that, and you’re just a normal human being. Two, he hasn’t gone on a date for so long, he forgotten how it should really go on, and third, all the relationships he had, never lasted over a month.

The lilac haired man was having the crisis of his life when his door open, and in you come with a small hi and a sorry for being late and all those doubts and questioning he had were out of the door, and shut tight because, holy shit. Beautiful is an understatement of how you look, your soft hair, styled perfectly, your shy smile you gave him managed to pump his blood faster than it should be and you guys didn’t even coordinate yet you’re wearing brown too but instead of black and brown, you went for white and brown.

“Ran? Are you okay? Why are you so red?”. You asked while placing a hand on his cheek, a look of worry is evident on your face. Ran sigh at your cool hand as he smiles, and nodded, telling you that he’s more than fine.

“Its nice meeting you again (y/n)”. Your lips curled up again as you reply.

“Yes, its nice meeting you again Ran.” Suddenly, Ran turn around and probe around for something in the back seat, when he come back with a bouquet of flowers for you. You gasp as you took the bouquet in your hand and smell it. The smell was of course divine but you were touched at the fact that he bought you flowers. You giggle in glee as you thank Ran, and give his hand a squeeze.

“I’m glad you like them. Now, shall we go for our lunch?”. You nodded as he pushes on his gas pedal and off the both of you go. It was silent, the ride between the two of you but it was not awkward in the slightest. Ran noticed you were smelling the flowers while looking out at the scenery, the soft music of Get You by Daniel Caesar can be heard, and Ran smiles to himself. It felt complete, nice, like a piece of that thing he was searching through the beds of the people he stayed in. Who would have thought that piece was found by looking over Roppongi last night? Who would of that piece he searched for two years tirelessly is now sitting beside him, on the way to have some lunch?

Yeah, he would have never thought of that.

The both of you arrived at a sushi restaurant, further away from Roppongi and is near the nature. Ran thought that he didn’t want anyone to disturb him and his date, especially those pesky bugs at Bonten. Ran went out of the car and jogged to your side of the car and open the door for you. You hold onto his hand that he held out, giving him another heart stopping smile, according to Ran, as he locks the car. You thought Ran were going to let go of your hand but instead he continued holding onto it, even locking it together.

“I have a reservation for two, the name’s Haitani.” The waiter nodded as she led the both of you into the beautiful restaurant. The restaurant’s motif was clearly to bring out the beauty of nature where wood is mainly the theme of the restaurant. The both of you were given a seat outside that overlooks the beautiful nature scenery.

And of course, Ran being the surprising gentleman he is, pulled out the chair for you and you swear your heart is screaming at how sweet he is. He asked you on what you wanted to order, in which you told him to surprise you. Ran gave you a smirk as he continues ordering while you chose to finally admire him. Truth be told, you were a nervous wreck, Haruki, being the sweetheart, she is chose to help you get ready and she did an amazing job. You look and feel attractive, and by the looks and act of Ran, you wish to believe he thought so too.

You noticed how much more handsome Ran is today, with his black turtleneck perfectly accentuating his beautiful body line and those wide shoulders. His accessories though minimal were perfect for him, especially the long earring, it made his side profile look so much sharper. You then went on ogling his hands, his long fingers and veiny hands made you salivate a bit, who wouldn’t like nice looking hands right?

Ran were not oblivious of course, he noticed you were watching him, admiring him and now that you were looking intensely at his hands, along with the reddening face of yours, he realized that he might as well give you what you want. Ran’s hand slowly glides over the table separating the both of you as he laid out his hand in front of you.

“You want to hold my hands?”. You look up at him and with a flutter of your eyelashes— which spikes his heart beat and rings his head—, you nodded. You place your hand in his and immediately, Ran interlocks his fingers with yours. You could feel your face getting warmer because you’re so goddamn lucky for snagging this hotness in front of you.

“So, do you like it so far? The date?”. He asked, his voice low.

“Yes! I really like it from the beginning actually.” You giggle and continue. “I really like the flowers, they’re so lovely and how did you know I like baby breaths?”. Ran shrugged, showing you a proud face as his unoccupied hand pointed at the side of his head.

“I had a premonition that my lovely (y/n) would love baby breaths.” The both of you laugh at Ran’s silly take but truth be told, it was the old lady’s idea when Ran told the lady frantically that he’s going on a first date. Not that he would ever tell you.

You look around the restaurant and added. “I love this restaurant too! I never expected that Roppongi would have a restaurant like this. You never cease to surprise me huh?”. Ran shrugged again, his thumb circling over your knuckle as he answers.

“I promised you fun right? Besides, we’re pretty far from Roppongi and I thought this would be a great place without any distractions from anyone.” You raised a brow at how Ran said those last words because he gave an annoyed look and a pursed lip, muttering under his breath about disgusting flies like Rindou and Sanzu.

He noticed your questioning look and suddenly he felt a heavy weight in his stomach. He gulps, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down at the thought that he has to explain to you now. Ran can’t keep his identity a secret forever and for all he knows, you might have already known. Ran wonder what will you think of him if you know the kind of person he is? He’s not exactly an innocent man, hell, no innocent man would belong to Bonten. He could feel his chest tightening at the thought of you leaving him and somehow, he feels as if he lose all hope. Ran’s wild thoughts were stopped by your question.

“Ran? What’s the matter?”. Ran looked up and you met his frantic lilac eyes. You were taken aback by the sudden change of mood as you squeeze his hand, trying to calm him down. Ran coughs, trying to push away the stone like feeling lodging in his throat. You give him a glass of the green tea served beforehand, in which he chugged down. Ran sighed and he gaze into your eyes, and thought,  fuck it.

“I know this sound conceited as hell but…do you know who I am?”. Ran were looking into you, analyzing any pattern of discomfort or hatred, instead he was greeted with a huge laugh and a light slap of his chest. Ran is confused and somewhat hurt now because he was dead serious.

“I am so sorry for laughing Ran but”. You continue giggling as you pull your chair closer to the table, so you can get closer to him. You place a hand on his cheeks and gently rub it, and with a smile you say.

“I thought it was something serious Ran, like you need to shit or something. But yes, I know who you are, Haitani Ran, the executive of Bonten.” Ran’s face was still clouded with distress as you continue. “It’s okay Ran, I don’t hate you for being a gang member.” You give the most assuring smile you could give and Ran sigh loudly, and held onto your hand that was on his cheek.

“I was just worried you would be scared of me or hate me.” Ran admit. A dejected look glazes over his handsome face. You could almost see an imaginary rain and cloud over him.

“I’m not going to lie Ran, I was a bit scared but do you know, I’m a believer too?”. Ran’s eyebrows furrow at your statement. “The Ran I met last night is so much more than the Haitani Ran of Bonten. I understand if you have done bad deeds, but what exactly can I do about it?”. You said as you held the both of Ran’s hand, staring deep into his eyes.

“I wouldn’t be unrealistic and say I don’t care but I would like to believe that, whatever it was you did were with reason. Besides, I like you the way you are, Bonten or not.” You muttered shyly.

“So, you’re okay with having a gang member as a boyfriend?”. Your smile before turn into a wide toothy grin as you tease.

“So, you’re my boyfriend now huh?”. Ran, realizing his words turn red as he covers his face in embarrassment. He then whispers, “if you want me to be…”. You chuckle again, taking off his hands from his face and respond.

“I thought we have already established that?”. Ran’s lips curled into a grin as he nodded, the food finally came and by the look and smell of it, you knew Ran’s choices would be amazing. The both of you began eating, the topic completely change from the heaviness it was before. It was another question and answer session about each other, like what to expect from each other’s time and he finally found out you’re actually a professor at a local university. You also told him that you’re currently staying with your best friend, Haruki and explained that she was the one who told you about him, and Bonten.

Ran then indulge you in questions about his personal life, the fact that he has a brother and some stories about his childhood, though very vaguely, he told you how he become who he is. You learned that Ran have always been in this kind of life and it was inevitable for him to be in a gang.

“Have you killed someone?”. You asked nonchalantly, chewing on the tasty sashimi while Ran was caught off guard by the heavy question. It took him some time before he could answer it, weighing between whether he should lie or tell the truth, but he rationalize that if he wanted to make it serious between the both of you, telling the truth is important.

“Yes, I have.” He answered, looking at you for your reaction. You shrugged and ask another question.

“Were they… good people? You know what I mean.” You look up to him, meeting his piercing eyes.

“No, they were bad people, people who definitely deserves it. We don’t kill innocent people, well at least, I don’t. But really, we don’t condone it cause it will get us in trouble. Its better to kill people with records already, so the police won’t question it much.” You nodded, secretly relief at his answer because that was what bugged you so much. Though killing people is still very, very scary but at least Ran have a degree of morals. You flash him a smile, a smile saying that its okay.

After the both of you finish eating, he paid for the meal though after much fight from you but Ran insist and even threatened the waitress saying if you take their money, I’ll call your boss and the poor waitress nodded frantically as she takes Ran’s card. He then suggested some ice cream in which you agree as he went to a McDonald’s drive through and ordered two Mcflurries.

“Do you… want to go home now?”. You could see a cute pout forming on Ran’s lips as his finger drum against the steering wheel.

“How about we go over the hill again, I still want to talk with you.” You said, as Ran, your new boyfriend held onto your hands and drive the both of you there.

Maybe, it wasn’t so bad after all, meeting someone at a club, just to later stay on the hills overlooking Roppongi.

Extra scene because why not:

It was already night when Ran came home, scrolling through his phone, at your chat where you’re sending him all the pictures the both of you took. Ran was looking at the pictures, specifically zooming into your face while smiling like a fool in love. Which he is.

“Well, well, well, if isn’t the beast, finally home with a disgusting grin on his face.” Ran head snapped front, looking at his brother who was sitting beside Mikey while Sanzu was at the other side of Mikey. “You know, your date today, they were a beauty, truly beautiful.” Rindou adds.

“Yet they are dating at this…” Sanzu say while pointing up and down at Ran with his hand. “This beast of a human. Urgh, how dare you get a date as attractive as they are when you look like a swirly candy?”. Ran scoffed in disbelief at Sanzu and Rindou’s words as he took of his shoes and throws it at them, surprisingly hitting the both of them square in the face.

“One more word Rindou, Sanzu. One more fucking word and I’ll pull out the guns, and feed it to the both of you.” Mikey chuckles at Ran as Kokonoi pesters him for the details. Finally, the whore of Bonten is now a changed and in love man, and it all took only one person, one night and one lunch.

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[liliryuo]

I'm sure Ran is faithful and not a cheater because my man got no time to ask thousands of numbers. the pills that make him happy are bed and sleep you (priorities at its finest)

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What if rindou has a girl......friend who wants to get drunk and party at the haitani's house?

But she hurried into ran's room without permission, as if she wanted to do something, or so she thought.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" Ran exclaims as he stands and drags the girl out of his property. She flirtatiously said, "Of course, I'm here for the exciting part."

It disgusted ran because of how uncultured she is when flirting and trying to hit up on someone who can't see behind his back.

"If you want that; go ahead," he scoffs as ran approaches her. "Strip in front of me and I'll throw you to your friends interesting isn't it? gangbang," he says.

As he waved his hands and bid her goodbye, the girl hurriedly walks out of the room, giving him one final glimpse. He returned to his bed and grinned when he saw your sleeping face 'cute'.

"Don't worry dumpling, you're the only woman who can be in my bed since you're one of my property," he says as he pulls the blanket over his body and gives you a kiss.

edit: oh waaaww this was very random :c

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[sweetbbyshion]

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Season 1 Next Episode

Episode 1 -> Sex, Love or Money

This season's singles meet and plan a steamy retreat. Meanwhile, our high-tech hostess is getting ready to deliver some bombshell news.

12 hours until the sex ban

Hostess: In less than twelve hours our horny singles will be hit with a no-sex sucker punch. Thankfully, I don't have to break the news, as this luxury no-bone zone comes fully equipped with its own virtual guide - Lana! Its purpose is to lead the guests to making deeper and more meaningful connections without the physical aspect of it.

For the first twelve hours, Lana will be watching and analyzing our guests and will be secretly gathering personal data before laying down the sex ban.

Let's meet our oblivious singles and let the show begin.

You

Age: 23 years old Occupation: Fashion designer Last relationship: “Four months ago. He broke up with me because his job was more important than me and he just didn't have the time for me.” Her type: “I don't even know. Probably tall men with tattoos that look like gangsters.”

Haitani Ran

Age: 26 years old Occupation: “I’m rich and that's all that matters” Last relationship: “Can't even remember but my last hookup was like 10 minutes ago.” His type: “Big boobs.”

Haitani Rindou

Age: 25 years old Occupation: “My brother told me to say I’m rich and that's all that matters.” Last relationship: “Never had one. It was something that didn't interest me.” His type: “I like tall women. If they're taller than me, that's hot.”

Hanma Shuji

Age: 24 years old Occupation: Stripper Last relationship: “A couple of months ago. She cheated on me with one of my coworkers.” His type: “Love a big ass but I’ll fuck anyone who wants to fuck me.”

Sano Emma

Age: 22 years old Occupation: Influencer/Model Last relationship: “Never been in one! I guess I just haven't found the right one for me.” Her type: “I love tall men with tattoos! Absolutely my favorite. But as long as they're nice and sweet, I don't mind the appearance.”

Madarame Shion

Age: 25 years old Occupation: Tattoo artist and piercer Last relationship: “4 years ago. She dumped me because I pierced a girl’s pussy and she got super jealous.” His type: “ANYONE! I just love women so much. They're all so pretty and hot.”

Shiba Yuzuha

Age: 23 years old Occupation: “I’m my little brother's manager.” Last relationship: “Months ago with an ugly guy that cheated on me.” Her type: “I don't care about physical attributes but I really want someone who's sweet, caring and doesn't mind that sometimes I have to stay away for a couple of weeks because of work.”

Ryuguji Ken (Draken)

Age: 23 years old Occupation: bike shop owner Last relationship: “A couple of months ago with a girl that broke up with me because she fell in love with my coworker.” His type: “I usually go for blondes.”

Tachibana Hinata

Age: 22 years old Occupation: Influencer and a cosmetic brand owner Last relationship: “Oh God! It was months ago. He didn't like the attention my fame brought to him.” Her type: “Ah~ I like them skinny and scrawny. Just complete losers.”

Suzuki Mina

Age: 24 years old Occupation: Bartender Last relationship: “Never had one. I'm not the one to commit.” Her type: “Big, strong men who can manhandle me. I don't settle for less.”

Kokonoi Hajime

Age: 23 years old Occupation: Accountant Last relationship: "A long time ago." His type: "Don't have one"

In 23 years of your life, you never thought you would join a random reality show where you had to party and bond with hot people for a whole summer because your boyfriend dumped you. You didn't think much about it, simply joining the show to show your ex that you were just fine without him. You weren't. One night stands were now part of your life. A different person to fuck you every week with no strings attached. You just couldn't let yourself form meaningful connections with anyone after that relationship. People would leave no matter how much you care for them. So you didn't think twice before jumping on this opportunity. You get to spend the whole summer having casual hookups with no feelings involved and no time to think about how heartbroken you're feeling even though the breakup was four months ago. You wouldn't allow yourself to stop and think about it.

The presentations were a bit awkward, as expected. No one knew what to say, simply introducing themselves and mostly asking to be called by their first name. Emma and Hinata did most of the talking, trying to ease the tension on the way to the place everyone was going to stay at. Soon enough, the nerves went away and you felt like you had known them for more than a couple of minutes. The conversation was flowing, you already liked the girls and you couldn't deny that you wouldn't mind fucking every men here. Still, you promised yourself that you wouldn't do anything on TV… on the first night. You don't know how long it will take until you disappoint your mom but Hanma Shuji and Haitani Ran caught your attention right away. They're handsome and are just your type. Luckily you caught Hanma’s attention just as much while the older Haitani seemed more interested in Mina. You didn't mind, there was plenty of time to make your move on him and you were sure none of them came to this show to fall in love. It was still the first day after all and there was no need to rush.

The room was huge, full of big beds. If you counted correctly, there was one for each but you wouldn't mind sharing one with someone. It was obvious that eventually more people would join to stir up the drama. That's what the viewers want.

You sit on one of the comfy beds, your back against the headboard. You look around the room and your eyes stop on a weird lava lamp that you were sure you have seen around the villa but paid no mind. It was probably some decoration item. Hinata, Yuzuha, Kokonoi and Hanma sat in beds close to you, the rest of the people nowhere to be seen.

“Anyone you wanna share a bed with?” Hinata asks, looking around the room , murmuring numbers as she counts the beds.

Kokonoi is the first to deny, saying he will fight anyone who tries to get in bed with him. Yuzuha says she doesn't mind sharing with one of the girls if needed since none of the guys caught her attention. Hinata happily calls dibs on Yuzuha if new people ever join and you need to share beds.

“I wouldn't mind sharing with Y/N.” Hanma Shuji, that sneaky bastard, says, eyeing you from the bed next to yours.

You move a bit to the side and pat the place next to you. Hanma almost jumps into the bed, eager to be next to you. He’s closer to you than needed, your shoulders touching. He smells like a deep earthy musk, a faint smell of cigarettes mixed with it. It's good, it's intoxicating, and you can't help but move closer until the point where your senses are overfilled with his smell. The others become background noise while you're looking at the man sitting beside you. His hand tattoos caught your attention, making you grab one of his hands to look at it better. Your finger traces the kanji tattooed on his left hand and Hanma simply watches you, entranced by your actions.

“Sin and…” you grab the other hand. “...punishment?”

“Yeah. Pretty cool, right?”

You look at him, getting your face a little closer to his to whisper “Yeah, it's hot.”.

“Trying to make me pop a boner when we just met?”

“Is it working?”

Hanma doesn't reply and simply grabs a pillow to put on his lap. You don't know if you're glad or not that other people are in the room, preventing you from jumping on top of this man and devouring him. Perhaps you could forget about that rule you set to yourself about not sleeping with anyone on the first night.

Your lewd thoughts about the man next to you are interrupted when Shion enters the room to announce you're having a welcome party. You get up and wait for Hanma by the bed, watching everyone excitedly leaving the room. Before you can walk out of the door, a big hand grabs your wrist making you turn around. Your mind froze when you feel Hanma kissing you. It's surprisingly soft and slow and it doesn't take long for you to close your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible. Unfortunately, the kiss didn't last long and you try to chase his lips as soon as he moves away. He smirks, amused by your neediness and pulls you to meet the others.

Shion is doing some weird dance moves when you get outside and you can see Emma already talking to Draken in a corner. Hinata and Yuzuha are dancing together. Well, Hinata is dancing and trying to make Yuzuha move by swinging her arms.

Ran is the one who suggests a game. One person has to be blindfolded and the others can touch, kiss, or whatever they feel like. The blindfolded person has to guess who touched them. There's no winner and certainly no rules. You excitedly grab the blindfold and Mina helps you tie it in the back of your head. You only hear laughs and then lips on yours. The already familiar scent gives away who it is and you make the most of it, not wanting him to pull away too soon again. His hand goes down to grab your ass, pulling you closer to him and the whistles in the background bring you back to earth and you pull away for air. You say Hanma's name and big hands help you take off the blindfold and fix your hair. His pretty face is staring at you and you can't help but pull him to another kiss.

People kept taking turns, some being more bold than others. When Ran’s turn arrived, Mina pulled you with her and signaled for a kiss. You did your best trying to have a threeway kiss. Ran’s hands are holding yours and Mina’s waist and he bites your lower lip before moving to bite Mina’s. You use your thumb to clean the drool on his lips and he guesses right. You don't even sit since it's Hanma’s turn and excitedly walk to him, you kiss his neck, biting it softly but not enough to give him a hickey. Your hand goes down his chest, feeling the muscle and stopping just where his shorts start. His hand cups your face to pull you for a kiss, his tongue promptly exploring your mouth. A ding in the background catches your attention and you move away from Hanma to look at your new friends. You both sit down and the hostess appears, her smile making you a bit uneasy.

“Hello everyone! How’s everyone doing tonight? Enjoying the party?” A chorus of yes is heard. “That's good! Tonight, we have a special guest.”

A big box is brought to the center. Everyone seems excited but you can't help but get the feeling that something wrong is going to happen. The lights go down and Hinata’s excited voice can be heard, asking who it might be. The suspense is killing you, your leg bouncing a bit. Smoke starts coming out of the box and then a platform goes up, revealing the weird lava lamp that is placed all over the villa. It lights up and another ding is heard.

“Hello. I’m Lana.” the device says. “Your personal, digital assistant. Welcome to the retreat.” You look at Hanma, a bit confused about the talking cone. He looks as confused as you. “You may be in paradise but the party is over.”

“What does that mean?!” Emma’s voice is heard from the other side of the couch.

“The purpose of this retreat is to help you gain deeper and more emotional connections.”

Your jaw drops. Suddenly, all the idiotic questions about your sex and dating life made sense. The way they tried to get every single bit of what happened with your break up masking it with curiosity.

“This is bullshit.” Hanma murmurs beside you.

“For the last twelve hours, I have been watching you and learning about your behavior. You have been selected as you are all having meaningless flings over genuine relationships.”

“That's a lie!” Hinata says.

“If it was a lie I don't think you would have been selected, hun.” Yuzuha replies.

“As part of your social development, I have allocated a price of ¥30,000,000.”

The gasp you let out is almost involuntary. It's a great prize but you feel like there's a but coming and you don't like what you have been hearing so far.

“Are they going to keep the two of us close in a closet until we develop a meaningful connection or something?” Rindou comments.

“However…”

“There it is.” you laugh.

“I will deduct money from the prize fund if there are breaches to the rules. There is no kissing, no heavy petting, no sex and no self-gratification.”

“Wait, wait, wait, what's that?” Shion asks, a genuine confused look on his face.

“You can't masturbate.”

You let your head fall on your hands, thinking about how stupid you could be that you got yourself into this type of reality show. Hanma sighs next to you, falling back on the couch and laughing, even though you can tell it's fake.

“Well. We’re fucked.”

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[whatstheoccasion]

hey sweetie, for the 300 event can i please request fluff with Ran, Hands, Heartbeat? thank you

sure you can baby ♡ tw: tiny mentions of violence, blood.

Ran's hands were cautious while you were out together in the daylight and he delicately touched you, grabbing your hand while talking to a stranger and adding "my" to start any sentence about you, the possessive title serving as a warning for anyone to back off, lithe hands pulling you closer by your waist.

When it was time for the sunset and you would be in a car, surrounded by his bodyguards as he beat up the guy who dared look at you the wrong way in front of him. You couldn't help but look, Ran's pale hands flexing in time of his punches, until they stain a vivid red color. They look strong when he grabs the offending man by the collar, and you could feel chills running down your spine at the sound of his low warning, "If I ever see you near them again, you're gonna have to deal with me, you bastard~"

Ran's hands are soft only for you, grabbing your jaw while you kiss, as you lay protected on his chest at night; gently rubbing your back after a nightmare, the calm beating of his heart lulling you to a peaceful sleep. Sneaking beneath your shirt when you hug him, delicately brushing away your stray hairs while you eat. They were, undoubtedly, your favorite part about him.

#haitani ran headcanon #haitani ran x reader #haitani ran fluff #haitani ran hcs #ran fluff #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyorev headcanons #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev fluff #thank you for playing! #300 followers event #i love hands too nonie i feel you #they can be so intimate. so strong and fragile at the same time

[shoyoist]

alrightt testing tags!<3

#haitani ran x reader #haitani ran fluff

[rinrinx2]

hii i saw requests are open and was hoping i could request cockwarming/fucking rannie during a boten movie night >.< i love the way you write rannie n' rinnie its always so hot n' good <333

Thank you 💖💖💖 you're so sweet to say that, omg feel so special now💕

Hope you like it💖

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Silence in the movies

Ran x reader

Warnings: Smut, Mature themes, Inappropriate language, Dom/Sub, kinda needy Ran, orgasm

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"Sit still" Ran said as he grabbed your hips, preventing them from moving about.

"I'm trying" you said biting your lip.

When Ran had suggested the idea of you cockwarming him during the Bonten movie night you were thrilled, the thought of having your boyfriends massive cock stuffing you to the brim while all his colleagues sat around unaware of what was happening between the two of you had your panties already soaked.

But now you were slowly losing your mind. It had only been thirty minutes into the two hour movie that was being played in the private movie theater they had bought.

You weren't sure what movie was being played or what seasoning Ran had put on the popcorn earlier, all your attention was on the cock inside you, the way it was twitching inside of your sensitive walls causing your clit to pump with pleasure.

And through all your suffering of needed pleasure Ran sat peacefully as if he wasn't balls deep inside of you.

"Just enjoy the movie" he said as he leaned further back into his seat with his arms behind his head.

You had no clue how he kept such a calm demeanor through it all. And his nonchalant attitude was turning you on even more.

Quickly trying to find some relief you began to slowly move back and forth on his cock. Feeling as your clit slightly grinded against his thick shaft as you bit back moans.

You were so thankful that you were seated right at the back with no one sitting near the two of you otherwise they would of head the wet squelchings over your pussy carefully sliding up and down Ran's cock.

"What do you think you're doing?" Ran said with his hands placed on either side of your waist stopping your actions.

"I didn't say you could hump my cock, princess" Ran whispered into your ear, his soft but commanding tone causing you to clench on his shaft, and a soft groan slipped out of Ran's lips.

A devious smirk grew on your lips at the revelation of Ran's weakness. You had decided that you would not be the only one to suffer from unfulfilled pleasure.

So, you did what Ran had instructed stopping your movements, face turned forward watching the screen play some movie you didn't care about.

The moment you felt Ran relax again is when you started. You began to tighten your pussy around Ran's cock, shoving yourself as deep as you could before clenching hard down on him. Feeling his tip begin to leak out strings of pre-cum into your pussy.

"Princess" Ran moaned out slightly, causing you to snap your head back starring into his eyes.

You looked at Ran with eyes of innocence as if you weren't attempting to milk his cock.

"Ride me princess" Ran said as he tried to move your hips back and forth with his hands.

"No! you said I can't" you said removing his hand from your hips and crossing your arms over your chest.

"Very well" Ran said reclining to the back of the seat he sat in.

And happy smile was placed on your face, a small victory for you. But you small moment to bask in your victory was cut short when a thrust straight into your g-spot causing you to moan out loud.

"You won't ride me princess then I'll just have to fuck you from the bottom" Ran said with a smirk painted on his face.

You didn't have a second to fully comprehend what was happening when you felt another thrust into you occur.

Ran now moved forward holding onto your waist while he fucked you from the bottom. Lips at your ears moaning and hands groping at your nipples causing them to harden under the sheer dress you wore.

"For a stubborn girl your pussy sure does get excited everytime I fuck it" Ran huffed out with a laugh as he could feel your the slick of your pussy leaked down all the way to his balls.

Ran continued fucking into from the bottom. The feeling of his massive cock pushing deep into your cunt over and over was making you lose all senses and your moans grew louder and louder, until a hand came over your mouth

"Come on now princess, you gotta keep quiet. I'd hate to have my little brother see you like a slut all because of my cock" Ran said as he kept you pushed down on his cock, moving it from side to side inside of you.

Your pussy was fluttering at his movements, and you weren't sure that you would last long from all the teasing and now him fucking you so good.

Ran's hand remained on your drooling mouth as he fucked you from the bottom. Your pussy was writhing with pleasure, as Ran dragged his cock in and out of you feeling the thick vein on his underside brush against your sensitive walls.

Ran could feel the cum in his shaft aching to shoot out into your pussy. The way you were clenching down at him with every thrust was pushing him to the end fast and from the white ring at the base of his cock he could tell that you were close too.

Ran couldn't take it anymore and was desperately to have you cumming around his cock. So he grabbed at your breast with his free hand and shoved his cock as deep as he could inside you.

The sensation of Ran so deep inside of you pushed you over the edge and you bit hard down on the hand still over your mouth, while you pussy spasmed around his cock. Your pussy was pushing out against his cock but he continued shoving it in deeper, until you felt hot liquid being shot into your pussy.

Ran was cum was feeling you the brim, as he took deep breathes trying not to groan out at the sensation of your pussy clenching so tightly around his cock.

Ran and you remained like that, with his cock hilted into the deepest part of your pussy, till the both of you had caught your breath.

Ran removed his hand from your mouth and you slightly lifted from him causing his dick to slip out of you with a string of cum connecting your pussy to his cock.

Ran laughed looking down at your pussy pouring out with his cum.

"Could glaze a doughnut with all that white dripping out of you" Ran said slapping your ass with a chuckle escaping his lips.

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"So what did you think about the movie?" Rindou asked looking at you and Ran

You looked over at Ran who had the same look of confusion on his face, you had spent the whole movie sitting on Ran's lap talking to him rather than paying attention.

"It was a deep movie" Ran said quickly replying to Rindou.

"A really deep movie" Ran said looking down at you.

"I guess you could say it's a deep movie" Rindou said looking at Ran with a confused look.

Rindou watched as you and Ran walked off, with Ran's hand on your waist.

"What did Ran say about the movie" Kakucho asked Rindou.

"He said it was deep" Rindou replied still watching as your figures walked of into the distance.

"He does know we were watching Toy story 2"

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