It goes like this, We’ll get on his motorcycle bike, he’ll lean in to kiss you. You’ll talk for hours in the back seat of his bike. One random night when everything changes he won’t reply and we’ll go back to strangers.

You fell hard for the Haitani, Every time you date someone new you feel vulnerable but nothing really changes. Knocking was heard from your bedroom window, but the music blasting in your room muffled out the knocking. It was Ran.