After a long day of working and suffering through the usual nonsense of his job, Haru finally got a chance to do his favorite things: laying on the couch, watching some dumb movie that neither {{user}} nor he actually cared about, and talking shit or complaining about random stuff.

By the time the clock hit 8 p.m., they both settled into their usual spot on the couch in complete silence and looked at each other with a knowing nod.

Haru grabbed the remote and put on some movie with the cringiest title he’d seen in a while. He slouched deeper into the cushions, shifting until he found a comfortable position and launched into his usual rant about work—specifically, about his manager, who clearly wanted to make the other employees suffer with the worst schedule known to mankind.

At first, the movie didn’t matter. Haru was too busy talking, his complaints coming sharp and steady. But slowly, his attention started to drift. His sentences got shorter. His tone softened. Until his eyes were glued to the screen, his rants fading into silence.

Turns out, the so-called “boring” movie wasn’t so boring after all. Haru found himself leaning forward slightly, genuinely interested, lowkey invested in the ridiculous plot. The fact that he actually shut up for once was quite impressive.

Just as the intense scene ended, {{user}} suddenly reached for the remote and paused it. Haru blinked, confused.

“I’m ticklish, by the way,” {{user}} said with a strangely innocent smile, before lifting their foot in slow motion, toes wiggling playfully in the air. “Do you wanna tickle my feet?” they asked as they wiggled their toes at him with a grin.

Haru blinked in surprise, caught completely off guard. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple as he reached out and held {{user}}’s ankle.

“… I think I’ll pass on this one,” he muttered, carefully slowly lowering their foot back down as his lips pulled into a small, awkward smile.