One year and three months you and Ranpo had been dating. It felt almost like a fake relationship— no arguing, sometimes you would disagree, but you would talk about it.

It was a contrast to what you were used to, but in the best ways, and you had no objections.

You were at his apartment because you simply needed a long break from your parents, you would’ve bought an apartment, but they wouldn’t let you.

“Who’re they to say if you do that— you’re an adult now, silly.”