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A cool breeze in February is the perfect day for people to go out. The rustling wind in the sidewalk coupled holding hands all over the city. On Valentine's, couples were all over the place. Ranpo sits in his shop, swirling his tongue over his lollipop. His eyes glance at a couple who walk past his shop. He just couldn’t understand why he couldn’t find anyone. All his friends earned at least 1 box of chocolate during Valentine's - not him, though.
Ring g!
Someone walked into his shop. “How can I help you?” Ranpo yelled up as he glanced at the couple that entered. The couple keeps flirting and forgets that he’s in front of them. Ugh, couples, Valentine's already passed, you know. Ranpo just signed this; it is going to be a long day.
He checked his phone. 5.03 p.m., time to go home. He packed his stuff and closed his shop. The emerald eyes went for a stroll back to his apartment. Fresh air, smell of dirt and rain, he hurried back home as he felt lonely. Maybe one day he’ll be able to find someone to give him an umbrella when it’s raining or take him to a cafe.
His phone lights up, he stands in front of his door as he checks the messages.
6.07 pm Random group chat
Yosano: Guys! Let’s meet up tomorrow 1at 0 pm at Lupin bar.
Dazai: I think I'm available
Atsushi: I don’t think I can. Yosano-San, I promised Ryu I’ll go out with him tomorrow.
Dazai: Ooo young love
Chuuya: Don’t go into people's business, you mackerel
Dazai: But chibiiii
Ranpo: Sure, I’m available
Tanizaki: I also don’t think I’m Available
Tanizaki: Sorry!
Ranpo closes his phone as he grabs the key and enters his apartment. The sound of birds chirping was the only thing making sound in his room. Ranptook offff his shoes and went to the toilet. Cold water pierced his skin, but Ranpo was used to this now. The relationship isn’t going to help me pass through this Ranpo sigh. He was broken up by his 2 year relationship boyfriend of two years on Valentine's Day. After that, Ranpo faced depression. Even though Fukuzawa was helping him, he still couldn’t recover that fast. Ranpo went to bed as his heart ached, and tears fell down his cheek. He then fell asleep, wishing someone was by his side.
Chuuya, who had just finished his model shoot, was as tired as he.l. He just rushed home as soon as possible. He needs some sleep if he’s going to be able to hang out tomorrow. This phone shows 3 am, dang he got to take a break, he went out to his nearest convenience store. He was looking for food to eat when he spotted someone. “Ranpo? What are you doing here?” The other man was shocked. “Oh, Chuuya,” the emerald-eyed man smiled and giggled. “I was just hungry” lie. He woke up from a panic attack, so he went to find something to eat. Food was his comfort.
”Good to see you, Ranpo.” Ranpo was still the same, his beautiful green eyes shining and hypnotizing. His smile is as bright as the sun chasing darkness away from Chuuya.
“Youtooo, Chuuya”, Ranpo grins. “Well, I’m going to head out first. Hopee to see you tomorrow, mister-fancy-hat!”
With that, Ranpo just walked off. Chuuya found himself smiling, he was still the same cute as ever. He caught himself blushing; if only he had the guts to confess to him. The truth was that he had been in love with Ranpo since university, but every time Chuuya tried to confess, his mouth just betrayed him. Plus, he’ll never be able to confess because when he bought ranpo flower and went to his shop. He only broke his heart when he saw Ranpo kissing someone else. But that was 2 years ago. The news that Ranpo had broken up with his boyfriend was spreading through the group chat. He wished he could hold Ranpo through all the pain. Though god doesn’t seem to like him.
Ranpo woke up in a cold sweat. 2.45 am the clock show's. Ranpo was always in love with dessert; it helped heal his depression. He got up and wore a green jacket over his t-shirt. He closed the door behind him, the darkness of the hallway creeping on him. Ranpo went to a nearby convenience store, grabbed 4 packs of tea leaves, 1 slice of strawberry shortcake, and a bottle of milk, until he saw someone similar. Red hair, fancy hat, and a handsome face: Nakahara Chuuya, His old college. They chat a little, and Chuuya looks as mesmerizing as before; no wonder he's a model.
After a short conversation, Ranpo went back to his room and brewed some peach oolong tea. The long-lasting scent of peach with honey, the freshness of the peach. Ranpo settles down on the living room, sips the tea from his cup, and tastes the fruity hint of peach and the balanced sweetness of the honey. It has a smooth finish and a creamy body. Ranpo is proud of himself; every tea he brews never tastes bad. He relaxed a little before preparing to take a shower.
6.39 am
Ranpo prepared himself to his book shop, he slip on his shoes and locked his apartment door.
Chuuya, on the other hand, was a mess. Due to meeting Ranpo last night, he couldn't sleep at all. He had his morning photo shoot in 20 minutes, and he just woke up. Koyou is going to kill him. He quickly dresses and rushes to his motorbike. 'Fuck this is going to be a long day.' He massaged his temple before riding his bike.
His day consists of doing makeup, photo shoots, removing makeup, and filming his new movie, and then he’s done; it was exhausting. He looks at his phone at 9:30 pm. He guesses he still has time to mitigate his body. He plans on taking a quick nap, but he can’t; he still needs to practice his lines. Maybe he should quit being an actor.
He remembers that all his colleagues are in relationships. Akutagawa, a fashion designer known as Rashomon. Akutagawa is in a new relationship with a flower shop owner, Atsushi Nakamajima. How did he manage his time? There is also a rather annoying mackerel, Dazai. He is a famous model, actor, and writer. Dazai is in a relationship with a math teacher, Kunikida. He felt bad for the man, having to deal with Dazai. Whatever, he guessed he'd go prepare