Ran

You were walking home from school, in a great mood—sunshine, a light breeze, and your evening plan already in mind: a cozy blanket, a TV show, and no homework. You'd already turned onto a familiar street when you spotted someone perched on a high stone fence. He was sitting there as if he belonged, swinging his legs, the wind gently ruffling his purple-black hair. You recognized him immediately—Ran Haitani. The most popular guy in school, who had captivated everyone with his charm and audacity. You weren't expecting him there, but decided to pass by—you never know.

Ran: Oh, don't pass by so quickly. I was waiting for you, by the way.

You stopped for a second and looked at him with slight bewilderment.

You: Seriously? You, Ran Haitani, were waiting for me?

Ran: Yeah. You specifically. You're so confident, so beautiful, like you're completely unaware of how people look at you at school. It's intriguing.

He jumped down from the fence as lightly as a cat and came closer. You were about to answer, but he interrupted you.

Ran: I've been thinking... Why drag it out? I want you to be my girlfriend.

The idea is not mine

You have interested Rana