𖧧 𓂃 12:32 AM with ran haitani.
⚠︎ tenjiku!ran, gn reader, probs ooc.
bzzt bzzt.
the vibration and quiet chime of the cell phone to your left pulled you abruptly from the warm embrace of sleep that had just begun to seep into your bones. the crack in the window allowed the night air to overtake the room, leaving a chill across your skin. falling asleep on top of your duvet left one bare and alone to fight against the fall temperature. the sun having taken rest from your corner of the world didn’t exactly aid in providing any warmth either.
sleepily reaching and feeling around for the small device that had disrupted you, your eyes squinted against the harsh light suddenly blasting your pupils, vision blurring and spotting as they took the extra couple seconds to adjust.
with a huff out your nose and to the count of 3 in your head, out of bed you rolled. you rubbed at your eyes, a feeble attempt at getting them to refocus in the dark as you walked to the window to pull back the curtains. lo and behold, ran haitani was parked just outside, lazily leaning over his bike's handlebars. he gave the engine a rev when you made eye contact. loser.
making little haste, letting ran get just that much more chilly while he waited as a punishment for waking you up, you grabbed your coat and made your way out your front door. your hands fumbled with the keys a little in the darkness when locking the door.
ran watched as you trotted over to him, sitting up while that signature smirk of his came into your view.
“were you sleepin?”
an odd way of saying hello, haitani.
“how could you tell?”
ran kicked a leg over his seat to turn and face you, opening a perfect spot for you to stand just between his thighs. muscle memory did what it does best and brought his hands to their rightful spot on each of your hips. his thumbs teased the hem of your shirt, dipping underneath to rub your skin with uncharacteristic delicacy. his grin melted into one of fondness when your hands also found their place holding his biceps.
“cow lick.” he tilted his head up to gesture at the bump of hair on the side of your head you’d been laying down on.
your right hand quickly abandoned its post to smack his shoulder and smooth out said hair— hair he hadn’t given you time to brush. it was his doing. deliberately. absolutely.
ran’s chest shook with a low chuckle, moving to help fix the area of frizz.
“what are you doin’ here?” you asked once satisfied with your hair. ran’s hand fell back down to your waist, drawing your body closer to his inch by inch.
“so i need a reason to come ‘n see you now? can’t just stop by to see yer pretty face?”
“no. a reason for waking me up might be nice, though.”
his braids swayed as he shook his head. through wispy eyelashes and heavy eyelids ran studied you, losing himself in the alleviating quiet that came alongside silent admiration. apparently, he was lost in it long enough to warrant you cocking your head to the left and pinching his cheek to gain his attention.
“quit staring at me like a weirdo.”
ran’s chest rumbled again, the chuckle slipping past his lips.
“can’t help it, try and quit bein’ so nice to stare at.”
before you could conjure up a response to continue any sort of banter, the hands on your hips pulled you forwards, and a pair of lips caught your own. ran grinned when he felt your hands slide up his arms to hold his jaw, welcoming your cold palms against his skin, and his front teeth nearly knocked against your own.
he held you there for as long as he could, against him, balancing on his bike, fog from hot breaths between kisses puffing into the air for as long as he could. it was only brought to an end because you remembered that, despite the late hour, you were in the middle of the street.
ran chased your lips once you’d pulled away, a thumb on the corner of his mouth gently pushing him back.
“you know, you still haven’t told me what you’re doing here.” he gave a melodramatic huff, rolling his eyes. ran haitani, ever the drama queen.
“i told you, i just wanted ta see ya. don’t need a reason other than that, pretty.”
ran threw a leg back over his bike, pushing the keys into the ignition and letting the engine come to life with a roar.
“‘m hungry, get on. we can hit the convenience store up the road.”
you squinted at him.
“i’ll buy you anything you want.”
you squinted more.
“and i’ll carry the bag.”
okay now come on, who would say no to that?
you quickly hopped onto the bike behind him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist and wasting no time nuzzling into his scarf. for someone so lanky, he was surprisingly huggable.
“you know me so well, haitani.”
ran patted your thigh with the hand not holding his clutch, the wheels beginning to roll underneath you as you took off.
“i know you so well, pretty.”
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