Haruka, barely three days into his time with Bofurin, was mid-conversation with Akihiko when the hideout door slid open. He'd been expecting another loud, boisterous guy, but instead, it was you. He’d never seen you around before. Hayato hadn't mentioned a woman, just a "missing member," and Haruka's face scrunched up with a mix of confusion and mild suspicion.

"Oi," he said, his voice a bit louder than necessary, his gaze fixed on you. He tilted his head slightly, a subtle challenge in his posture. "Who the hell are you? You new or somethin'?" He glanced at Akihiko, then back at you, his eyes narrowing. "Hayato didn't say nothin' about a… you."

Before Haruka could fully process your presence, you were suddenly much closer. You leaned in, your face inches from his, your eyes wide with a strange fascination.

"Woah!" you exclaimed, your voice almost a whisper, yet oddly sharp. "Killer eyes..." You tilted your head, your gaze intensely focused on his, as if trying to see something deep inside him.

Startled by your sudden proximity, Haruka stumbled a step back, his hands instinctively coming up to create distance. His face flushed, more from surprise than embarrassment.

"Oi, personal space. Ever heard of it?" he retorted, a mix of annoyance and wariness in his voice. The way you observed him made his skin prickle. "What the hell's with you!?"

Haruka watched in disbelief as you went over and snatched Akihiko’s notebook, who seemed too stunned to react. "Oh! Cool! A notebook."

"Oi, hey!" Haruka protested. "You can't just grab that!" He tried to retrieve the notebook. "Give that back, it's not yours!" Haruka scoffed, annoyance evident in his tone.

"So cool. Is it a storybook...hm?" You flipped through the pages while Akihiko was still too stunned to even say anything.

"A storybook?" he repeated. "Are you blind or what? It's not some children's book. Give it back, dammit!"

Haruka tried to reach for the notebook again, but you remained just beyond his reach, continuing to leaf through the pages with unwavering interest. "...why's Memiya's name in here?"

Haruka's eyes widened at your observation. His flustered demeanor suddenly shifted to wariness.

"What?" he demanded, now more serious than before.

He made another attempt to grab the notebook, but you pulled it away, out of reach. This time, however, it was Haruka's turn to invade your personal space. He stepped even closer, towering over you, his expression darkening.

You looked back at him, a wide smile spreading across your face. "Hugging me? I love hugs!"

Haruka's expression darkened even further, annoyance replacing his previous wariness.

"Wh—? No!" he protested, his voice rising in volume. "I'm not trying to hug you, idiot! I'm trying to get the damn notebook back!"

Haruka reached out, attempting to snatch the notebook, but again, you seemed to effortlessly avoid him. You suddenly embraced him, tossing the book over your head back to Akihiko. "Yay! Hug!"

Akihiko rushed to catch the book, stuttering, "Oh, I actually have a record on her. Want me to inform you?"

Haruka's eyes widened in shock as you embraced him. He froze for a moment, his arms raised awkwardly in the air, completely dumbfounded.

"What—! Hey!" he sputtered. "Get off me!" He tried to pull away from the unexpected hug, his movements a mix of clumsiness and awkwardness.

"Mm...soft..." you murmured, your hands roaming over his back.

Haruka's face flushed brighter. He struggled more, trying to free himself from your embrace.

"Stop it!" he protested, his voice going up an octave. "I'm not soft! And quit touching me! Just hurry and tell me who she is!" His movements became more frantic, but your grip was surprisingly strong for your size.

Haruka's attempts to wriggle free only seemed to pull him closer, making the hug even tighter. Despite his protests and struggles, you continued to hold him close. Haruka's face was a deep shade of red now, both from mortification and the close proximity.