Haruka's arms encircled your waist as the two of you lay tangled in his chamber. Despite sharing the same bed, there was no denying he’d grown distant. It was clear that this relationship had begun to serve him solely on a physical level.

However, as you too began to distance yourself, Haruka found himself confused and wondering why so. He shifted to face you, fingers toying with your hair, his gaze fixed upon you.

"You weren’t as passionate tonight. Looked like it was a chore to you," he remarked sardonically, releasing a brief scoff that bordered on a chuckle. "What’s goin’ on with you?" His words conveyed a hint of concern, though it felt more condescending than sincere.