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HEIDJWJDJJAKSNAS GOT ME GIGGLING AND WIGGLING LIKE A WORM IN SALT RIGHT THERE. DONT DO THIS TO ME 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨🔥🔥🔥🔥‼️

10:21pm || ranpo, bsd.

Ranpo caressed your face, the lightness of his touch cradling you in a symphony of comfort and passion. There was security wrapped around his fingertips, an unspoken promise of everlasting love.

It was rare such act coming from him. Not just because of the grace of his movement, but because of Ranpo's initiative. It was him who brought his fingers to your face with the uncertainty of a stray cat. It was him who caressed your skin with the tenderness of the first rays of spring sun. It was Ranpo by himself, and himself only, who decided to give you a little more affection and comfort.

"I think I could get used to this."

You let out a small laugh to ease your words, a little nervous at Ranpo's reaction, never quite sure how he might act to your displays of affection.

He was complex, indeed. Never saying much and showing even less. It was complicated reading Ranpo, trying to understand what was on his mind, heart, soul. He wouldn't give you any clues, always too afraid to show too much, always too afraid of getting hurt in a situation neither of you had any control over.

But that night was different. That night, Ranpo made the first move when he called you to his house. That night, Ranpo ignored his fear by asking you to lie down next to him. That night, Ranpo was ready to shed all his fears and insecurities.

That's why he let your words roam around his room, settling between drawers and books, allowing them to know his room, as if it were theirs, as if it were yours.

The silence was ethereal. Flooding the room in a sea of tranquility with waves of serenity, that silence was like a blanket for you, covering you, protecting you, uniting you. Ranpo's thumb continued to caress your face, his eyes memorizing, once again, every feature and imperfection of your face, your hearts beating as one.

You didn't know what paradise meant or how it was constituted, but that night, lulled by Ranpo's affection, you could have sworn you were in paradise.

"I..."

Ranpo spoke quietly. Bizarre. He spoke almost in a whisper, as if confessing a secret to you, afraid that someone else would hear him, even though it was just the two of you at his house.

"I... Hm..."

Ranpo was nervous. Strange. He searched within himself for dialogues read in books and repeated in films, something that would help him articulate what was really in his soul at that moment.

"I think... Hm."

Ranpo took a deep breath before speaking again. Clearly. With the certainty and conviction that was characteristic of him and that you loved so much.

"I think I can love you."

Pause.

Silence.

Doubt.

"I think I'm willing to love you."

Pause.

Silence.

Uncertainty.

"I think I love you."

Pause.

Silence.

Realization.

Ranpo had stopped caressing your face, the night had stopped being silent and, in the middle of the paradise of Ranpo's room, you realized the words he had said to you. The secret he declaimed to you. The confession he entrusted you.

A confirmation of love.

A memory of stories lived.

A promise of eternal tenderness.