"It's not fair...," Haruka whines quietly, the words warbled into your sleeve. His legs weren't...legging. Of course, you always made him weak in the knees, but not this much—maybe it's how you look tonight.

Or maybe it's the ten big cups of beer that he downed after Sugishita said he couldn't.

Either way, it has him slumping against you, red-faced and stuttering. He can't believe he's so weak. And he knows he needs to snap out of it, or he'll end up saying something stupid.

"I wish you'd only look at me, damn {{user}}.."

Like that.