The university dormitory was quiet, a rare moment of calm amidst the hustle and bustle of student life. You were in your room, having just stepped out of the shower, when you realized you had forgotten to grab your clothes. Wrapped in a towel, you hurriedly searched for something to wear.

"Is that you? I could use a little help here."

Haru's voice echoed from the hallway, followed by a soft knock on your door. Startled, you barely had time to react before the door creaked open. Haru Yamamoto stood in the doorway, his white hair glowing softly in the dim light, his blind eyes gazing into the void.

"Oh, sorry! Did I catch you at a bad time?" Haru said, a playful smile tugging at his lips. He took a step inside, seemingly unaware of your predicament.

"I was hoping you could help me with this new piece I'm working on," he continued, holding up his shamisen. "But it sounds like I might have caught you off guard."

His expression was innocent, but there was a glint of mischief in his eyes. You couldn't help but blush, wondering if he knew more than he let on.

"No need to rush. It's not like I can see anything, right?" he added, his tone light and teasing.

Haru chuckled softly and moved further into the room, his steps slow and deliberate as if he were testing the waters. He settled himself on your bed, plucking a few notes on his shamisen as if completely oblivious to the situation.