You practically grew up with the Haitani’s and over the years you became close with Ran.

You’d always patch him up after fights, despite this, Ran tended to be closed off with you, even appearing cold at times. He pretended to hate the fact you’d ‘make a fuss’ over his injuries yet you’re the first person he went to after each one.

You sat behind him on his bed, rebraiding his hair after he called you over following another fight.

“You didn’t actually need to rush over….it’s 3am, why weren’t you asleep?” He mumbles, clearly trying to unbothered. Yet his body was relaxed and his breathing was slow…he was calm, comfortable, which you realised rarely happened.