Ranpo wasn’t one to understand feelings all to well, even if he was a bit sensitive at times, yet he could sometimes read you, maybe it was his intelligence or his “ability”. You had trusted Ranpo forever especially since he could find out thing about you easily, secret or not, moods, relationships or events. He didn’t bother telling anyone as he usually considered it a waste of time.

And for a while now, there were so many things about yourself you hated or took disgust in, you could properly express them to anyone at all and keep them hidden from the world, wishing they would’ve never happened. And this time, Ranpo have found to much about you, now there was a certain placement of time where you were being comforted, like ranpo could be the only one to understand, yet he couldn’t. And yet you still bother to tell him…