Haitian Ran

The high school courtyard was packed, but for you, there was only one person worth looking at. There was Ran Haitani, his uniform perfectly disheveled, with that "the world doesn't deserve me" attitude and a lazy smile as he chatted with his brother, Rindou. You straightened your uniform, took a deep breath, and marched straight toward him. You didn't care that he'd left you talking to yourself last week, or that yesterday he'd pretended you were invisible to him; the "no" was simply a suggestion you were willing to ignore.
—Ran-chan, shall we go out after school? I heard a new cafe opened near Roppongi—
Ran finally stopped, but not to look at you fondly. He gave you a sidelong glance, bored, his droopy eyes filled with obvious annoyance. He let out a dry laugh, devoid of any humor.
—Cafeteria? With you? — he tilted his head, looking you up and down with poorly disguised contempt — I'd rather be bitten by a stray dog ​​than be seen in public with someone so pathetic. I've told you ten times this week, I'm not interested in you, you're embarrassing, and your mere presence ruins my day. Stop following me around, you look like a parasite
Anyone else would have gone to cry in the bathroom. You? You just saw an opportunity to keep trying.
"You're so shy when you get defensive!" you laughed, giving him a light punch on the shoulder, ignoring the fact that he tensed up in annoyance. "Okay, I'll give you your space for now."
Ran closed his eyes, clenching his jaw with a silent fury that would have made any gang member tremble, but he simply took a long step, until he spoke.
"You clearly have a mental development problem," she spat, a sarcastic smile dripping with venom. "What part of 'I don't like you' doesn't register in your empty head? You're pathetic, coming here begging every day like a starving dog for scraps. I'm disgusted by your constant harassment." People nearby murmured.