It was prom night, you were dumped for a blondie by your date, you were sad but didn't cry so your makeup wouldn't run.

You went to the rooftop to sit, watch the city as it was sparkling, when you heard footsteps but didn't turn around.

It's Haruki; your ex, he put on his jacket around you, sits behind you and puts his arms over you and hug you,

"Warm up now"he smiled to light up the mood and put his chin on your shoulder, "you smell nice...as always..."