fog of vengeance | h. ran

ｔｈｉｒｔｙ

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 30
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She places the coat on her arm as she slowly makes steps down the stairs. Y/N peeks her head out a little to see whether he's at the dining table, or not. "Good morning."

She quickly stands up straightly, pretending as if she doesn't care about his existence there. "Hm. Morning." Y/N walks to the dining table, taking her seat opposite him.

The silence is killing her inside. He's eating without saying a word, while she's stealing glances at him a few times. Ran picks up a well done toast, with blueberry and strawberry jams on top.

"Are you going to eat or keep staring at me?" The female flinches upon his voice as she quickly tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear and looks away.

She grabs a few toasts which the jam has already spreaded on them. Y/N looks up a few times to glance at Ran before taking the first bite of her toast. "Unusual for you to join the breakfast today. You'd usually take the toast and walk away when you saw me."

"Is it wrong for me to want to eat at the dining table during breakfast for once?" She flips the toast with the crumps falling down on the plate. Y/N shoves the toast into her mouth as her hand holds on the glass with juice. She stares at him in annoyance while aggressively drinking the orange juice.

"Are you perhaps.. Trying to win over my heart?"

She coughs the drink out. How did he— Y/N quickly wipes her mouth before standing up with her hands slamming the table. "I am not trying to win over your heart and I'll never do that kind of embarrassing shit in my life."

A small smile forms on his lips. Even with his smile, even with his teasing smile, that's enough to make her face heats up. Ran is about to open his mouth, he's about to say something but that's when a phone call interrupts.

Y/N saints her eyes a little before she slowly sits down back on her seat. She watches as the male's gaze drops on his phone on the table before silently picking it up. This raises the anxiety in Y/N raises. Who is it? Is it Mihara? Is Mihara calling him? For what? The female looks back on her toast, acting as if that matter is something out of her concern.

"Yeah. I'll be there in a few minutes."

Now Y/N lifts her gaze up. In her vision, she can see he's putting on his coat, wiping his mouth with a tissue— as if he's going somewhere. Ran stands up, fixing his coat. "Where are you going?"

The male turns around at her with his eyebrows raised up. "Oh? You care about me?" Y/N lets out a sigh with her eyes rolled to the left. "W-What if my Father asks me about you? What should I reply?"

"Oh? Don't you love lying? It's nearly impossible to believe that you can't make up a lie about where I'd be to him." That statement makes Y/N drop her gaze on the ground.

She can somehow feel Ran's stare on her before the man turns away and walks to the exit. She wants to stop him. She wants him to give the answer that she wants. She wants him to let it out, and says it to her face.

"Is it Mihara? The one's you're going to meet?"

Her voice is low. She isn't sure whether he hears her or not. But if he does, she wants an answer coming from him. If he does not, she's ready to watch him walk away. Like what it's supposed to be done.

"Why do you care so much? That's not part of your problem, no?" Y/N's breath is getting heavier. "Why did you say that..? It is part of my problem." Ran turners around for a bit. He examines her figure who's gripping on her fists tightly.