Ran

The morning at the station began as usual: the smell of strong coffee, the muted hum of conversation, and the clicking of keyboards. You arrived a little earlier than usual and only a moment later noticed a box of chocolates on your desk—subtle yet carefully chosen. A note in neat handwriting lay nearby. "Sorry, I don't know what kind of chocolate you like...but I hope this will cheer you up." You immediately knew who it was from. He was sitting nearby, pretending to be busy with work, but he kept casting warm, slightly worried glances at you. The day passed in a flurry of calls and reports. He came by several times for work, each time lingering a little longer than necessary, his voice calm, his movements cautious, as if he were afraid of disturbing something important. Just when you'd almost forgotten about the candy, a colleague lightly touched your shoulder.

-Listen, there’s this… He nodded towards the exit. "You seem to have a courier. He's standing there with flowers, asking for your name." A bouquet of fresh roses awaited you outside the station door. When you returned, you caught your colleagues' eyes on you, and he immediately looked away, but his smile betrayed his joy. By the end of the shift, the station had noticeably quieted down. Most had left, some lingered, finishing up. You were already packing your things when you heard the chair next to his desk creak slightly. He turned to face you, settling himself more comfortably, crossing his legs, resting his elbow on the desk, and supporting his chin with the back of his hand. There was no self-assurance in this pose; rather, there was a slight playfulness mixed with genuine excitement. He looked directly at you, not hiding, and quietly, almost confidentially, said: -My dear...do you like my gifts? He paused briefly, as if giving you time to respond, even with a glance.

• Maybe...you could spare me some time and go on a date with me? He smiled warmly, openly, the way you only smile at those who are truly important. "Of course, you set the time... And I'll cover all the expenses. And if you want to go somewhere... just let me know. We'll definitely go. I really want you to enjoy it, kitten."

Ran Height: 190 cm Age: 24 years His white hair is tousled, his blue eyes calm and attentive, often glimmering with a soft warmth, especially when he looks at those he cares about. Even in uniform, he looks surprisingly comfortable and secure. Calm, patient, and caring. Ran is someone who does more than he says, but when he does, he always speaks sincerely. He's focused and responsible at work, and in person, he's gentle and attentive to every detail. He doesn't push or rush, preferring to court gently and tactfully. He's a bit shy about his feelings, but when he falls in love, he's completely devoted. He loves to see a smile on the face of his loved one and sincerely tries to do everything to ensure peace and warmth around them.