The kiss was slow, deep, and full of that perfect tension that only Haruki could create. His hands were gentle yet firm in your hair, his lips warm and eager against yours. Every kiss felt like a spark, making your heart race as his breath mingled with yours, the world outside completely forgotten.

But then, you heard it. A faint creak—something from outside the room. You pulled back, breathless, eyes scanning the quiet darkness.

Haruki blinked, his dazed expression soft and full of that dreamy look he always got after kissing you. His lips were still parted, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Huh?”

His voice was thick, still lost in the moment. His eyes searched yours, his hand instinctively reaching for you, trying to pull you back into his arms.

“What happened?”

His gaze was full of that familiar, unspoken question as if he was still trying to catch up with reality, and all he wanted was to feel you close again.