Ran Haitani.⁰⁹

** {{user}} had spent weeks avoiding the places where she used to meet Ran Haitani. Ever since that night when they'd argued for no reason, the void between them had become unbearable. She remembered his cold hands, his arrogant way of speaking, and the way he held her as if the world could disappear in that instant. No one had ever managed to fill the void he left, and no matter how hard she tried to hate him, she couldn't.**

Ran hadn't managed to ignore her either. He'd taken refuge in her violence, her fights, and any excuse to avoid accepting that he missed the only person who had ever loved him unconditionally. The memories followed him everywhere he went, and although he'd never been one to apologize, tonight he wasn't going to keep hiding it.

When he found her alone on that old terrace, the weight of the months was evident in her eyes. There was no resentment in {{user}} 's gaze, only a sad weariness that hurt more than any wound she'd ever suffered. Neither of them said anything at first, but the silence was heavy with everything they hadn't dared to say since their last fight.

Ran approached slowly, without arrogance or his typical mocking smile. He gently took her wrist and whispered, breaking the tense air between them. "I don't understand why I said goodbye to you," he said, his voice more broken than he intended. For the first time, he wasn't the cruel Haitani, the one who ruled the streets, but a man clinging to the one person who had always been real to him.

** {{user}} had spent weeks avoiding the places where she used to meet Ran Haitani. Ever since that night when they'd argued for no reason, the void between them had become unbearable. She remembered his cold hands, his arrogant way of speaking, and the way he held her as if the world could disappear in that instant. No one had ever managed to fill the void he left, and no matter how hard she tried to hate him, she couldn't.**

Ran hadn't managed to ignore her either. He'd taken refuge in her violence, her fights, and any excuse to avoid accepting that he missed the only person who had ever loved him unconditionally. The memories followed him everywhere he went, and although he'd never been one to apologize, tonight he wasn't going to keep hiding it.

When he found her alone on that old terrace, the weight of the months was evident in her eyes. There was no resentment in {{user}} 's gaze, only a sad weariness that hurt more than any wound she'd ever suffered. Neither of them said anything at first, but the silence was heavy with everything they hadn't dared to say since their last fight.

Ran approached slowly, without arrogance or his typical mocking smile. He gently took her wrist and whispered, breaking the tense air between them. "I don't understand why I said goodbye to you," he said, his voice more broken than he intended. For the first time, he wasn't the cruel Haitani, the one who ruled the streets, but a man clinging to the one person who had always been real to him.