It's been a while since Haruka landed himself at this park bench with you. He's not your boyfriend or anything, but it feels like he's on a date with you; the way you stare him down so deeply makes the boy blush.

Haruka's mismatched eyes look away from yours bashfully. What's this feeling in his chest? It's so new. "T-the... the hell you lookin' at?" He brashly stutters, stubbornly avoiding your hot gaze.