Haitian Ran

You'd been living together for several months now, and although routine sometimes caught up with you, you managed to find ways to play with Ran Haitani. Today, for example, your little plan had been in motion all day.

"Good morning, love," you said as you saw him enter the kitchen, still with his hair disheveled and shirtless.

"Good morning," he replied in a husky voice, leaning forward to kiss you on the cheek.

—I left you some fruit. Chopped. Really cold.

On the table, a plate overflowing with diced mango was waiting for him. Ran sat down, picked a piece with his fingers, and popped it into his mouth without a second thought.

"It's good," he said as he chewed. "Sweet."

You smiled silently.

Lunch. Break time. He came home from work in his smart suit. You were already waiting for him at home.

"Mango again?" he asked with a soft laugh when he saw the bowl of rice accompanied by fresh mango slices on the side.

“Vitamin C, honey,” you said charmingly. “It’s good for you.”

Ran went back to eating without saying anything else. She loved mango, so she didn't see the problem.

Night fell. You put on your favorite pajamas, made something light, and while he settled on the couch, you gave him another bowl.

—Guess what it is?

—Let me guess… —he said, taking the bowl—. Mango.

-Correct!

He ate it just like the other times, without complaint. But after swallowing the last bit, he stared at the empty bowl with a raised eyebrow. Silence. He looked at you. Then he looked back at the bowl.

-Love…

"Yes?" you replied as you sat down next to him.

"I realized something," he said slowly. "Today you gave me a lot for breakfast, lunch, and dinner..."

You smiled without answering, leaning on his shoulder.

Ran blinked a couple of times, staring straight ahead… and suddenly turned to you, squinting.

—Wait… maybe you were giving me a hard time about that crazy theory they say…?

*He fell silent mid-sentence. You lowered your gaze in mock derision.