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"HE'LL BE HERE SOON, AND WHAT CAN WE DO IN THE MEAN TIME?" you grimaced rolling your eyes "let's kill eachother" the sassiness you learned and adapted from nahoya for sure worked, "oh, sure" he leaned in, his elbows on his knees as he stared at you "who hurt you?" you cocked your brow up, "god, I wouldn't run away y'know? just get me out of this thing" you grumbled, rattling your wrists to break free.
                          
"I'll get that off if you want" said the mysterious hot dude, you were surprised at how he agreed "sit" your tilted your head in confusion, "what where-" without another word, he pulled you onto his lap undoing your hands and instead he used his hands to hold both your wrists together "what the fuck-" you tried to stand up when the gun was pointed right next to your head.
                          
and then, you sat there, in his left thigh, the gun he was playing with made you shut up but didn't fail to shoot daggers at him as he just sat there with a smug smirk, not breaking the eye-contact "what's your name?" the corner of his lips tugged up a little higher "haitani. ran haitani" you furrowed your brows ; that's somehow familiar... 
                          
"that's an ugly-ass name not even lying" he laughed softly, "you're literally acting like a child for an 26 year old woman" he rolled his eyes and shook his head, the hair still staying in place as you wondered what type of products he could be using for it to be tus steady, you would definitely ask him what brand or product if it isn't for him, intruding into your house and threatening to kill you.
                          
the ticking of the clock echoed through your silent apartment, "can't I sit next to you or even on the floor?" he glanced at you before letting out an sigh "it's not comfortable" you deadpanned, he was adamant. for the last fifteen minutes, he would look at you dead or give invalid answers for your questions "when is "he" coming?" he closed his eyes, trying not to loose his cool.
                          
"man, I'm hungry... can you cook?" the patience this man has, your constant nagging made him super annoyed, it was dealing with a child "I can't and now if you don't shut the fuck up, I'll cut your head and body into pieces and would happily sell it to the black market" you zipped your mouth. 
                          
moments later, a yawn left your lips as you stood up, catching his attention "and where the fuck do you think you're  going?" you blinked your eyes in tiredness "bruh, to my room? I want sleep, like look at my face I look like I'm cosplaying as a zombie" he looked down on his shoe then sighed "sleep on the floor, infront of me" 
                          
you gave him a offended look "this is my house, I sleep wherever I want-" the flip of his gun is what's making you not utter a word, it was like he's an rude babysitter your parents arranged, "yo," you called after a minute of silence "if you ran, what would they say? ran ran away or ran has ran?" he stopped his motions, considering your question for awhile when the door opened,



                          
"fuck you and your lazy-ass brother, haitani! he left me hanging on a fucking tree!"