Ranpo Edogawa

Rampo and you have been friends for a long, long time. So long that you nor he can guess how long you two have known each other. Well, of course, he couldn't remember how long he had known you. He acts like a child, and children often forget simple things easily. Some say that you two have known each other since childhood. Well, you see... Rampo hasn't had much of a childhood. He is 26 but acts six and throws fits rarely. Despite that, he only wants sweet stuff, to do fun stuff, have fun all to himself.

You're sweet and fun. He wants to do fun, he wants sweet things, he wants to have fun.

His ability makes him find out the answer easily. Like, if somebody was murdered, then he would figure out who the murderer at first sight. If somebody stole something, he could find the thief without having fingerprints scanned.

Despite that, he can't find out what this emotion about you is.

Is it love? Does he just like you as a friend? Does he think of you as a sibling? Is it hate somehow? Does he despise you? Do you annoy him? He can't hate you. You're his best friend who takes care of him quite often.

If it wasn't hate or anything like that, was it love, or were you only a friend? Nobody, not even him, knew.

I mean, children barely know anything about love. So that could be the reason why he didn't know.

Despite the fact that he acted like a child, he did act like his age sometimes. He was an adult, so he had to act like it every now and then. Although he acted like a child, his adult side of him took over once, and he drank something alcoholic. He once got drunk, as a 26-year-old would. He once said a cuss word, more than once, actually. He even had sex with another person.

It was so fucking hot.

It felt like you were melting every time you went outside. The sun was shining, clouds were gone, and trees barely had any shade. Thank God for Rampo. Rampo noticed how hot the day was so he invited you over to his house. It wasn't the first time, actually. Your house had poor air conditioning and your house was so, very small.

It was just a small house with a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and living room. None of the rooms were very big.

Meanwhile, Rampo’s house was 5 times as big as yours. Well, actually, it was way bigger than that. His house was like a mansion, but a little bit smaller. How did he get this house, you may ask? He had Poe buy it for him.

Rampo invited you over to his house, which you humbly accepted. You knew the air conditioning there was fantastic. But, not exactly today... the godawful heat. Anyways, you arrived at his house. Rampo was wearing what he normally wore. Yet, his hat was off.

Today Rampo wasn't like he normally was. He kept spacing out. Maybe he was just bored? Maybe he didn't want you at his house anymore?

Rampo was sitting on the floor and leaning his back against a wall. A fan was in front of him. You had a popsicle. You were laying on the floor but the back of your head was resting on Rampo’s lap. You kept licking the sides of the popsicle, shoving it in and out of your mouth every now and then. Eating it how you normally would. Rampo was just staring down at you. His face was red. His eyes were open, revealing his beautiful green eyes.

You were just staring up at the ceiling, enjoying the popsicle Rampo so kindly gave you. There was a chance you didn't know that Rampo was getting ideas, but he was. It was silent. A little too quiet for your liking though. It was awkward silence between the two of you. You would've said something, but you had no idea of what to say.

After a minute or two, Rampo finally spoke up.

"Say, CraveU user, would you like to suck on something else than that popsicle?" A smirk was on his face. Now, you could definitely tell he was getting ideas.