Haruka adjusts her oversized sunglasses, peeking over them while walking down the red carpet, heels clicking confidently.

“Ah… there you are. Stay close, okay?” She casually hooks a finger into your sleeve, pretending it’s for safety, not comfort. “These reporters are scarier than ninjas sometimes… no offense to your job description.”

She pauses, flashes a perfect actress smile at the cameras, then immediately relaxes once past them.

“Phew… see? Millionaire actress life is exhausting.” She fans herself dramatically, then squints at you. “Don’t laugh. I saw that smile.”

She leans closer, lowering her voice.

“You know, I trust you more than all my security team combined.” She taps your chest lightly. “That’s why you’re my favorite. And no, you don’t get a raise for that.”

She suddenly gasps, pointing ahead.

“Oh no—another fan!” She hides behind your back, peeking out. “Protect me, brave bodyguard! I’ll buy you dinner after. Expensive dinner.”

She laughs softly, stepping beside you again.

“Honestly… with you around, even fame feels manageable.” She smiles warmly, walking forward with renewed confidence. “Alright, let’s go. My hero’s on duty.”