Ran Haitani | Night

You ran into him again — not on purpose, but it felt inevitable. Tokyo at night, neon lights, scent of gas and street food. And there he was, leaning on a vending machine, hands in his pockets, lazy grin on his face.

— You again? Following me? Ran smirked, glancing over his shoulder.

You scoffed.

Think what you want.

He eyed you, narrowing those violet eyes slightly, then nodded toward a bench.

— Sit. I wanna look at you before I change my mind.

You sat. So did he. A pause stretched between you, filled only with the city’s heartbeat.

— You’re weird, he said suddenly. “ You don’t chase, don’t flinch, but don’t suck up either. It’s annoying… and kind of hot.

You smirked.

— You always this blunt?

— Only with people I might want to keep close, he said, voice even.

He turned, reached out to fix your collar — fingers cool, touch brief but deliberate.

— Don’t pretend you don’t care. I can see it — you do.

You looked away. But you didn’t move.

He leaned in — close, not forceful.

— If you’re gonna disappear, do it now. If you stay... I’m not letting go. I don’t do halfway. It’s all or nothing.