Haitani Ran x f!Reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Genre: Established relationship, Fluff
Warning: Kinda spoilers? Cursed words
Synopsis: A very distressed Ran.
a/n: I'm having way too much fun with the Kakucho incident and Ran :(( also, this is in the same timeline as '' but this is a few years after and you really don't have to know what happens in LBU. (I didn't think that I liked Ran this much until I started writing for him :(( )
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"It's an emergency! Come quick!"
Those were the only words that Ran shouted at you through the phone before hanging up.
Honestly, if you had only trusted your instincts and ignored your boyfriend's very distressed and urgent sounding call, then you wouldn't be standing in your bathroom right now.
A pair of scissors and a razor in hand.
With a pale looking Ran with his baton stuck to his hair.
He can barely look himself in the mirror, eyes almost tearing up whenever he catches a glimpse of his baton that's unfortunately superglued to his long and thick hair. You almost wince when he tries to pull on the stick once more, a whimper of pain leaving his lips a few seconds after gently tugging on his weapon.
Turning to you, he almost collapses onto your arms, a whine leaving his lips when you pushed him away, afraid that you'd accidentally stab him with the scissors on your hand.
"What am I going to do?! There's a meeting later at 5 and we have a date by 7! I can't go around with my baton glued to my hair!" He wails, hands a little sweaty as he grasps your arm. You can only roll your eyes, already having had enough of this conversation after he had repeatedly told you the exact same words earlier.
You cross your arms, careful to not hurt yourself with the very sharp razor and scissors. "I already told you. I'll cut your hair real nice, I took some classes back in highschool."
He tries to shake his head, giving you puppy eyes but you know that this is the only option for him right now.
It's just turning 4pm and you know that there's no way you can salvage the locks that have been superglued to his baton, courtesy of a very pissed off Rindou.
Besides, you've already been thinking of a short haired Ran for awhile now, the curiosity fueling you to search up a few short hair styles a few days ago after imagining your boyfriend with shorter hair. So, you don't really see this as a loss to you. Though Ran thinks otherwise as he almost falls to the floor of the bathroom, hands clutching his dyed locks as he dramatically wails by your feet, shaking his head side to side to show you just how much he hates the idea of cutting his hair.
"No no no no no no no!! I won't let you cut my hair! Never! No! You'll just have to help me untangle all of it!" He glares up at you, violet eyes side-eyeing the tools that you're holding, teeth gritted as he slowly starts to meticulously try to remove his hair from the superglued baton. But alas, none of his hair is getting any less tangled, not when the whole length of the baton is covered with superglue. He can barely remove a strand without wincing in pain.
Ever so gently, you crouch down in front of him, setting your 'weapons' beside you as you cup his heated cheeks. The way he looks at you with genuine tears makes you feel bad for how you've been pressuring him to let you cut his hair for at least 20 minutes now.
