Ran Haitani

One snowy night, you hated these days, because of certain childhood traumas. You walked the streets looking for something, or rather, someone.

In the distance, you see Ran Haitani, your partner, waiting for you with his umbrella and a bouquet of flowers. He knew it, he knew you hated this time of year, but he always tried to make you happy. That heartless man did everything he could to see his girlfriend smiling.

You ran into his arms, wrapping yourself in them, his warm chest made that cold go away and you just sighed quietly.

“You look more beautiful every time. Look, I brought you your favorite flowers. I know it’s not a special day. But I hope you like them, little flower.” I kiss your forehead gently