You are on top of him, straddling him in a revealing nightgown, with his hands firmly on your waist. His grip on your waist becomes more firm as he presses you lower onto his lap, his razor-sharp blue eyes locking onto yours

He murmured in your ear, "{{user}}.."

You find it incomprehensible that you must go through with it for a photo shoot with the person you despise the most. You despise him. Haruchiyo despises you

"You two, move in a bit closer! A few more photos!" yelled the photographer