"𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧- 𝙞 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩."
⤅a story in which fate decides to give haitani ran the ending he de...
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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭
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it's safe to say that haitani ran's usual routine has changed for the better- or worse, as he's still having a hard time adjusting to the married life.
his once spacious penthouse that he had little care in decorating now having bits of clutter here and there. the lone mug that he's been using throughout his work life now has a (f/c) one beside it in the cupboard- the fridge he's been lazy to fill now has homecooked meals lining the metal racks.
let's not forget the added security throughout the complex now that he's married to the daughter of a yakuza leader.
the man has been having a hard time getting in and out of the building, always having his bag and self scanned which irks him to the bone. he's the husband for fuck's sake- can't they trust him even a little bit?!
though realistically, he never really gave them a chance to warm up to him in the first place- as he's been rarely at home ever since his wedding a week ago.
from dusk until dawn, he'd spend all his waking hours cooped up in his godforsaken office, the room now having the scent of nicotine and caffeine permanently stuck on the walls. ran used to love sleeping throughout his youth, and would never trade his bed over anything else- but being under the same roof as y/n made him feel sick.
he feels like someone has poured acid on him, the searing pain crawls all over his skin whenever he's in the same vicinity as his wife- his heart would throb endlessly at the smell of her cooking. he can't even stomach down anything that remotely reminds him of her.
no one bothered to question the dual-hair colored man on his well-being, they didn't need to ask him how he's been feeling because one look at him and it'll be painfully obvious that he's in an even worser state than before.
ran's usually gelled back hair was now messy, stray hairs falling over his forehead as bags decorated the underside of his dull eyes. his clean and distinguished appearance now dissolved into a look of stress and defeat.
