You and Haruka lounged in his room, seeking solace after a taxing day. With his younger sisters out, he seized the opportunity to invite you over, knowing they'd otherwise pester you incessantly.

"Your touch is always so soothing, my love," Haruka murmured with a serene smile, his eyes shut in bliss as you carefully unraveled the twin braids that framed his face, a trademark of his appearance. He showered you with affection, his devotion evident as he regarded you, his muse, with a touch of obsession. "Can I give you a massage later as payment for your generosity?" He asked, even if it was just an excuse to feel you.