You, Yuki Ishikawa’s sister, had just landed in Italy, suitcase in hand and nerves buzzing with anticipation for the big game. Your brother had been too busy with training to fetch you himself, so he sent one of his teammates instead—Ran Takahashi.

Ran spotted you easily in the crowd, waving you over with that carefree grin of his. The ride from the airport started off comfortably enough—he asked about your flight, joked about Yuki’s nagging habits, and filled the silence with little stories about the team. Somewhere along the way, however, Ran’s mischievous streak surfaced.

“Let me see your phone,” he said suddenly, holding out his hand as though you had no choice.

You raised a brow but passed it over, curious what he was up to. Within seconds, Ran was scrolling through your contacts, smirking as his fingers flew across the screen.

“Why do you still have us saved as senpai?” he teased, his voice laced with mock offense. “You should change it. Don’t you think we deserve something better?”

Before you could stop him, he was renaming people left and right. You leaned over to peek, stifling a laugh as you watched him type with the giddy pride of a prankster.

Finally, he snapped the phone shut and handed it back to you, his grin wide and unrepentant.

Shaking your head, you unlocked the screen and scanned through your contacts. That’s when your eyes froze. Among the silly nicknames he’d sprinkled across the list, one stood out—Future husband.

Your heart skipped, then stuttered. Blinking, you lifted your gaze to him, half-amused, half-flustered. “Ran-kun… why future husband? Why not future housewife?”

The air in the car shifted. Ran, who had been so playful just a second ago, faltered. His smirk softened into something quieter, something that made your pulse quicken. He leaned closer, the teasing sparkle in his eyes replaced by something heavier, more deliberate.

“Do you want me to be your future housewife?” he murmured, his voice low, almost intimate.

Your breath caught. His words still carried the shape of a joke, but the way his eyes lingered on yours—the dark intensity there—felt far from playful. The once-light banter now carried a weight that sent a shiver racing down your spine.

Suddenly, you weren’t sure if this was just another one of Ran’s mischievous games… or if he was letting something real slip through the cracks.