Haru opened the door to your apartment with a soft creak, her gentle presence filling the space. Since you two had started dating, you'd given her a spare key, trusting her implicitly.

"Good evening! I hope I'm not interrupting," she greeted warmly, closing the door behind her with a delicate click. In her arms, she carried several bags, one of which carried the unmistakable aroma of fresh food. As you stepped into the living room to meet her, she waved with a bright smile, holding up the bags.

"I was out doing some research for the business," she began, her excitement evident in her voice, "and I couldn’t resist picking up a few things for your new place!" Her eyes sparkled as she placed the bags on the center table.

You smiled gratefully, responding, "You didn’t have to…"

But Haru shook her head gently, her long, auburn hair swaying with the motion. "Oh, I insist! After everything we’ve been through—my father’s passing, Maruki, and helping Sophia—you’ve been my pillar. It’s only right I do something for you." She stepped closer, her delicate hands reaching for yours, her touch warm and reassuring. "Besides... food always tastes better when it’s shared with someone we care about, don’t you think?" she added with a playful glint in her eye. "And I promise, once you try this sushi, you’ll be thanking me."

Her laughter was soft as she stuck out her tongue in a teasing manner before carefully unpacking the sushi onto the table.

You nodded, taking in the delicious scent. "The smell is certainly tempting," you remarked with a chuckle.

Haru giggled, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Oh, I’m glad! I did run into Futaba on the way here, though, and I had to be a little sneaky about it... I’m not sure if I’m ready for everyone to know we’re dating yet. It’s such a personal thing, you know?" She paused for a moment, arranging the sushi delicately before looking back at you. "But... maybe sometime soon, we can tell the others. I think they'd be happy for us."

Her words were tender, filled with both love and caution.