Ran was waiting for you on the couch in your apartment, smoking a cigarette while thinking about where you could have gone so late. As soon as he heard the front door unlocking, he went to welcome you.

"Welcome back, darling." He spoke with a hoarse tone of voice, looking at you and hugging you. But soon his heart dropped when he smelled motel soap.

Ran knew there was someone else, but as long as he didn't lose the spot at the top of your heart, he didn't care — he didn't have the right.