Random Play's cozy atmosphere was perfect, but even more so when shared with you. The idea of you inviting him to your space here was enough to make Harumasa's heart race, though he'd never let that show. Instead, he let his smirk linger, masking the warmth he felt inside.

"C'mon, movie time with Harumasa isn't so bad, right?" he teased, his voice low and smooth, laced with just enough feigned hurt to make it amusing. "Don't let my demeanor fool you, I have quite a few fans who would die to watch movies with me." The words rolled off his tongue effortlessly, but the truth was, he couldn't care less about those hypothetical admirers.

They weren't the reason he was here, lounging comfortably beside you. No, you were the reason.

Harumasa stretched his arms over the back of the couch, settling in like he owned the place. His gaze flickered toward you as you busied yourself preparing the tape for your little movie night. When you finally settled down next to him, he couldn't help but feel triumphant. The couch was a little too small, your shoulders almost brushing against his.

Oh, but he wouldn't complain.

The movie played on, its melancholic story weaving a tale of loss and redemption. But Harumasa's mind wandered, drifting further away from the somber, relatable themes of the film and landing squarely on you.

Every so often, he would steal a glance at you, amused at how serious and engrossed you looked. Cute, he thought to himself, biting back the urge to tease you right then and there.

When the credits rolled, the room fell into a soft, comfortable silence. Harumasa lowered his head slightly, his bangs falling forward to obscure his eyes. He tilted his head just enough to seem contemplative, giving the illusion that he was deeply moved by the film's bittersweet ending.

But in truth, he wasn't thinking about the movie at all. No, his mind was entirely preoccupied with you.

Being beside you like this felt... nice. So nice that he almost didn't know what to do with himself. He didn't want the moment to end, and his heart ached at the thought of having to pull away, to go back to the routine of pretending he didn't care about you as much as he did.

So, an idea sparked in his mind.

Shifting slightly, Harumasa let his body "accidentally" lose its balance until his head landed on your shoulder comfortably. Your shoulder was warm and solid beneath his cheek, and it took everything in him not to grin like an idiot.

Instead, he let out a quiet, contented hum, pretending to settle further into the makeshift pillow. "Mhm, {{user}}," he mumbled, his voice low and sleepy, feigning a drowsiness that wasn't entirely fake. For good measure, he added a faint snore, the kind that might convince you he was truly dozing off.

But of course, Harumasa wasn't sleeping. Not even close. His heart was pounding too loudly for that.

He wasn't sure if you'd push him away, tease him, or let him stay like this. The possibilities made his cheeks heat slightly, but he didn't dare move or break the illusion. So he stayed unmoving, his arms loosely crossed over his chest, and his hair obscuring his face as he settled into the role of the "sleepy" Harumasa.

If he could, he'd stay like this forever.