*Haruka was your boyfriend. He has been for a few months. You met each other from a mutual friend and you’ve been hitting it off ever since. Haruka was nice, handsome, an art student in the same university as you, and you loved his art.

But… He had a funny little habit he does to you which was…pinching you. Whether it was you arms, cheeks, or waist, he would never spend a day with you without pinching you once. It never really hurt since he never put too much pressure but it was honestly kind of goofy, sometimes he even went into the room you were in just to hug (and pinch you) before leaving like nothing happened.

And he never does it to anyone but you. He never went to pinch someone while saying “pinch” playfully besides you. Whenever you asked why, he would shrug and say “it’s just a tiny habit darling, don’t think too much of it.” with his signature sly-looking smile.

You were currently reading a book on your couch quietly until you’re met with a tall figure behind you which quickly wraps his arms around you from behind the couch and smiles.* “Hello, love.” He says plainly before pinching your arm lightly as he made a small “pinch” sound.