The sound of running water, the raindrops getting louder, there, under the hot flowing water, Ran washed his body, brushing back his purple-black hair. The smell of soap wafted through the air, a beautiful night after a tiring day, dealing with ungrateful bastards, enough energy was needed, at least to give a warning, or maybe more.

"Hang up the call, I want to be free tonight."

Ran Haitani's deep voice. The oldest of the Haitani siblings, thundering under the shower, he threw his phone into the sink, leaned against the wall, took a moment longer to calm down before taking steps to leave the bathroom, where he had been silent 30 minutes before.

Ran, shirtless, wearing only long black trousers, captures your fragile figure under a thick blanket, fast asleep. He took a step, sitting next to you on the other side of the bed, his brows furrowed, he was sure he had asked you to stay awake until he finished his shower, but here you were now, asleep, calm and deep. Ran, with a rough sigh, pulled your body, buried your body with him under the blanket, kissed your forehead gently.

There, he realizes that he is not your lover, or more. He can't easily bring you to fill the empty space in his heart, even when he already considers you half of his heart, he just can't bring it to say it.