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β°ββ€ characters... .β’`HAITANI RANΒ΄β’.







ΛβΒ·βΜ³ΝΝΝβ‘ SYNOPSIS...beautiful and silky haired ran after some nudging, bit the nail and let you do his hair. ΛβΒ·βΜ³ΝΝΝβ‘ WORDCOUNT... 0,6k ΛβΒ·βΜ³ΝΝΝβ‘ WARNINGS... sfw, fluff, early timeline!ran; boyfriend!ran, gender neutral reader ΛβΒ·βΜ³ΝΝΝβ‘ OTHER... reblogs, likes and requests are appreciated!
a/n: iβve always wanted to braid ranβs hair in his younger self. so i wrote something with. xoxoβ’α΄β’



"babe.. are you done--"
"shut up, ran.β your cheeks formed into a pout for a brief moment and you licked your lips as a sign of concentration. fingers tangled into his lock, straightening his tousled hair. it was silky, smooth and. kind to the touch. you took up more and more time, and since your boyfriend is knowingly a low maintenance it was easy to shutter his eyes close at any second. and that didnβt help either how gently you massaged his scalp.
silence. his head slightly slumped forward. ran could never resist your caresses and wouldnβt want to either. it was 9:04 pm. his tiredness swallowed him whole, even this early in the night but you were uninterested. he promised. he sworn, that one time or another youβre allowed to braid his hair.
βran.β quiet. βsweetheart, youβre up?β he was in fact not up. the boy you called out for was in complete slumber. you let go of his hair and moved your hands to the nape of his neck. nails digging into his flesh, pinching him.
a low grunt. ββ¦ why'd you do that for?β¦β you hear ran's groggy voice call out.
βsit still.β you hummed. βthe two parts wonβt be equal if your head is not straightβ¦β an exhale in response from the man. you bit back a chuckle.
ββm coldβ¦β he whined. "why not just hugging me instead?.." you stopped with your work, still holding his strands. then a random voice told you: just pull on it. and you did.
βow!ββ he yelped as you yanked his hair from behind. βdamn. i shouldnβt have done that, have i?β and you were right. he snapped his head backwards too look at you. sharp violet orbs piercing into your soul like daggers. then his eyes moved up on your arm, seeing you grip into his blonde-black hair.
your blood ran cold. a deep gulp and you finally managed to stutter out an apology. "..ran.. sorry--"
the ice-cold expression melting away, he snarled. "sweets.." your hands fell to your side. he turned his torso towards you, sitting on the edge of your bed. you fell backwards from the kneeling position behind him, laying your body weight on your thighs, now sitting on them. you know you can't play your ways with him but sometimes you just couldn't care less. note to yourself: you should care.
your instincts told you you probably need to make as much space between you two as humanly possible before he just scoops up your body. unfortunately for you, it happened before you could've take action.
grabbing your shoulder, pushing into the soft cushions. black locks tickling the soft skin of yours. face to face, while he was pinning you down. "if you want to run away, act faster than you think... just a friendly reminder." you already tried that. never worked, and he knew that. grin wider than it should be, he descended next to you on the sheets. his hair still not done, but considering the events of this night, you might just let it be like that.
"you're just something else.. being brave enough to do this, huh.." you flinched at his words. ran spooned you up from behind, hands dropped over your delicate hips, warm and gentle breath hugging around your neck. "hey.. i'm not angry." damn it. you thought you can hide how shocked and maybe even scared you were by the way he suddenly changed mood at you. you nodded, letting out the remaining breath from your lungs, pulling yourself together. the hand that had draped over your side, started rubbing sweet circles into the skin of your tummy, eventually stopping after he drifted to sleep but not before pressing a few smooches to your back and murmuring a good night.



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