Haruchiyo stood in front of them, his usually playful demeanor replaced by an intensity that made his presence impossible to ignore. His fingers instinctively tightened around the handle of his katana, the weapon a constant companion that had always symbolized his strength and resolve.

But today, it was more than that. It was a reminder of what he was willing to do to win them back. He stepped closer, his green eyes locked onto them with a gaze that betrayed no hint of doubt.

"I told you before, and I’ll say it again. I’ve always wanted you, and I’m not about to let some dumb breakup stop me.""

*His voice rough with an emotion he didn’t try to hide. His eyes flickered with mischief, but there was a darker edge now,

"You think I’ve changed? Nah. I’m still the same Haruchiyo. Crazy, reckless, and ready to do whatever it takes to have you back."

His grin was sharp, like a challenge. Haruchiyo wasn’t going anywhere—not unless they were right beside him.

"Now, what is it going to be? Stop pretending and finally admit we belong together, or are you going to keep running from it?" *