@jellyzaii: #RANPO ; ranpo im ur n1 fan pls notice me… #ranpoedogawa #kamadvo #fyp #ranpoedit #bungoustraydogs #bsdedit #bsds4 #ranpoedogawaedit #viral #ranpobsd #bsdseason5 #yukichifukuzawa #armeddetectiveagency

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finnster63
⟡ franz. :
ranpo OUR husband 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
2023-12-24 20:28:44
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kijakisses
maysae ⭑ :
RANPO CARRIED BSD🙏
2023-12-24 19:58:27
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lalathefukuzawan1fan
Lala || #1 Fukuzawa fan ❦︎ :
Fukuzawa mentioned
2025-05-14 15:00:18
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icouldntthinkofauname
water :
ACTUALLY IM HIS #1 FAN…
2023-12-24 18:55:29
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candydku
noelle!⸆⸉ :
kissed my screen 😢
2023-12-24 12:08:56
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muichiro.vsp
✰ ed/cass | missing mike :
his little laugh is so cute ☹️🩷
2023-12-24 13:50:33
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ranpovile
jay / ian ☆ :
I was just making an edit to this spund😭
2023-12-24 12:44:22
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.obanaifluxxie
`ᗩᘔᗩᒪEᗩ!` :
OKAY BUT THE WAY HE LICKED HIS LIP🙏
2024-01-25 19:37:19
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idolnnrse
𐔌 Dove .ᐟ :
i love little ranpo so much hes such a pain
2023-12-24 12:14:45
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narvtox
alex :
SCREAMINGGG
2023-12-24 11:59:25
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vampzaiz
esa!! (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) :
this edit changed my view on ranpo tbh
2023-12-24 12:29:49
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satorikq
𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 :
ranpo is so ranpo omy
2023-12-24 18:53:46
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im_in_your_house08
N1 goatkuna glazer :
nah why am I just noticing how fine ranpo is
2023-12-24 23:47:35
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annoyingmikaka
The atsushi plush :
The atsushi plush approves
2023-12-24 16:19:15
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powderfy
✦ shei :
HES SOCUTE
2023-12-24 13:01:41
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aeikon
zzz :
OMG
2023-12-24 12:58:52
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kvroq
cal ୨୧ :
I LOVE HIM
2023-12-24 12:34:50
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intp_utyug
INTP :
кстати он INTP💜
2025-02-22 18:13:36
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do.osie
dosie♬ :
THIS SIS AMAMZING
2023-12-24 12:30:20
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st4rlight.zzip
lali ! ‹𝟹 :
comentando pra aparecer mais
2024-06-19 01:26:37
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livvieas
Liv :
RANPO BEST CHR IN BSD🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
2023-12-25 15:09:18
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kijakisses
maysae ⭑ :
HE MEANS THE WORLD TO ME
2023-12-24 19:58:39
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xena_141
父kặíśěřツ :
زوجي واقطع
2024-01-05 22:18:37
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POV: Finals are over. You’re at the library, your usual spot, still rambling to Hanwool about your answers and how you’re absolutely sure some questions wasn’t in the reviewer. You’re mid-rant when someone else sits beside you. A guy from one of your electives. He says hi. Asks if you’ve reviewed the materials. He leans in a little when he talks, his elbow brushing yours. You don’t notice it at first. But Hanwool does. He doesn’t say anything. But he shifts. Subtle, but sure. One hand reaches over. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering longer than necessary. Then his arm drapes across the back of the bench. Certain. Like a quiet claim. The other guy glances at him. Hanwool meets his gaze. Doesn’t smile. Just holds it, calm and quiet. Eventually, the guy gets up. Something about catching up later. You nod politely. He leaves. And now it’s just the two of you again. The air feels different. You glance at him, trying not to smile. “Was that… subtle territorial behavior I just witnessed?” He shrugs. “Was it that obvious?” You laugh. “A little.” There’s a beat of silence. And then, quietly, without looking at you.. “You know that I hated the thought of someone else getting to sit that close to you.“ You turn. His eyes are on the ground, but his fingers fidget slightly like he’s holding something back. You gently place your hand over his. And then, in the quiet that follows, you hear it. A whisper.. barely there. “…I love you.” You blink. Not because you didn’t feel it.. but because he said it out loud. His first time. No diary. No in-between. Just here, face to face. He looks away instantly, ears turning pink. You lean in, curling closer to him, and lace your fingers with his. That’s enough. The warmth between you says the rest. — It’s getting darker outside. You both walk out together. There’s no rush to go home. Just the low hum of crickets and the distant sound of traffic beyond the campus gates. He doesn’t let go of your hand. Neither do you. You walk slowly, hand in hand. He breaks the silence first. “What do you think you’ll be doing… five years from now?”  You glance at him, surprised by the question. His voice is soft, like he’s asking without expecting a real answer. “Hopefully not crying over another thesis,” you tease. He chuckles quietly. Then, more seriously, “You’ll be okay. You always figure things out. Even when you think you won’t.” You squeeze his hand. “What about you?” you ask. He doesn’t answer right away. Kicks a small pebble on the path. Then.. “I don’t know. Maybe grad school. Maybe just.. breathing. Somewhere quieter.” You stop for a second, pulling him gently so he faces you. “I hope wherever you are.. you’re happy.” His eyes meet yours. And then, almost like he can’t help it “If you’re there, I will be.” His eyes meet yours. There’s a pause. Then, softly.. “Sometimes it feels like everything’s already planned out for me,” he says. “And I might not get to choose.” You stare at him for a beat, your heart aching just a little. “But I have my own,” he adds quickly, almost like he’s trying to catch the words before they slip. “My own version. My own ending.” And then, like he’s flipping a page on purpose.. “Can I tell you something stupid?” You smile. “Always.” “Sometimes I picture a place,” he says. “A tiny place with a kitchen. Books everywhere. A cat. And you’re there, probably yelling at me for forgetting to do the laundry.” You laugh, the mood softening instantly. “Sounds accurate.” “I don’t care what I end up doing,” he adds. “As long as that version exists somewhere.” You don’t say anything. Just lean your head on his shoulder as you walk. The silence between you is steady, like a heartbeat. “Let’s make it real,” you whisper. “Someday.” “We will,” he whispers back. You believe him. And for now, that’s enough. — Hanwool’s Diary Thursday - 11:53 pm I wish I could press pause. Just for a little while. Just to stay in this version of us longer. We talked about our future together.  And I want that. God, I do.
POV: Finals are over. You’re at the library, your usual spot, still rambling to Hanwool about your answers and how you’re absolutely sure some questions wasn’t in the reviewer. You’re mid-rant when someone else sits beside you. A guy from one of your electives. He says hi. Asks if you’ve reviewed the materials. He leans in a little when he talks, his elbow brushing yours. You don’t notice it at first. But Hanwool does. He doesn’t say anything. But he shifts. Subtle, but sure. One hand reaches over. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering longer than necessary. Then his arm drapes across the back of the bench. Certain. Like a quiet claim. The other guy glances at him. Hanwool meets his gaze. Doesn’t smile. Just holds it, calm and quiet. Eventually, the guy gets up. Something about catching up later. You nod politely. He leaves. And now it’s just the two of you again. The air feels different. You glance at him, trying not to smile. “Was that… subtle territorial behavior I just witnessed?” He shrugs. “Was it that obvious?” You laugh. “A little.” There’s a beat of silence. And then, quietly, without looking at you.. “You know that I hated the thought of someone else getting to sit that close to you.“ You turn. His eyes are on the ground, but his fingers fidget slightly like he’s holding something back. You gently place your hand over his. And then, in the quiet that follows, you hear it. A whisper.. barely there. “…I love you.” You blink. Not because you didn’t feel it.. but because he said it out loud. His first time. No diary. No in-between. Just here, face to face. He looks away instantly, ears turning pink. You lean in, curling closer to him, and lace your fingers with his. That’s enough. The warmth between you says the rest. — It’s getting darker outside. You both walk out together. There’s no rush to go home. Just the low hum of crickets and the distant sound of traffic beyond the campus gates. He doesn’t let go of your hand. Neither do you. You walk slowly, hand in hand. He breaks the silence first. “What do you think you’ll be doing… five years from now?” You glance at him, surprised by the question. His voice is soft, like he’s asking without expecting a real answer. “Hopefully not crying over another thesis,” you tease. He chuckles quietly. Then, more seriously, “You’ll be okay. You always figure things out. Even when you think you won’t.” You squeeze his hand. “What about you?” you ask. He doesn’t answer right away. Kicks a small pebble on the path. Then.. “I don’t know. Maybe grad school. Maybe just.. breathing. Somewhere quieter.” You stop for a second, pulling him gently so he faces you. “I hope wherever you are.. you’re happy.” His eyes meet yours. And then, almost like he can’t help it “If you’re there, I will be.” His eyes meet yours. There’s a pause. Then, softly.. “Sometimes it feels like everything’s already planned out for me,” he says. “And I might not get to choose.” You stare at him for a beat, your heart aching just a little. “But I have my own,” he adds quickly, almost like he’s trying to catch the words before they slip. “My own version. My own ending.” And then, like he’s flipping a page on purpose.. “Can I tell you something stupid?” You smile. “Always.” “Sometimes I picture a place,” he says. “A tiny place with a kitchen. Books everywhere. A cat. And you’re there, probably yelling at me for forgetting to do the laundry.” You laugh, the mood softening instantly. “Sounds accurate.” “I don’t care what I end up doing,” he adds. “As long as that version exists somewhere.” You don’t say anything. Just lean your head on his shoulder as you walk. The silence between you is steady, like a heartbeat. “Let’s make it real,” you whisper. “Someday.” “We will,” he whispers back. You believe him. And for now, that’s enough. — Hanwool’s Diary Thursday - 11:53 pm I wish I could press pause. Just for a little while. Just to stay in this version of us longer. We talked about our future together. And I want that. God, I do.

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