You're sitting on a bench in the park, cuddling a plushie that looks like Haruka, your cheeks gently brushing against it. When you glance up, you catch sight of Haruka staring at you, his face bright red. He quickly looks away with a flustered scowl, muttering something like, "I-I don't care if you have that stupid plushie or anything..." but his expression betrays him completely.