It had been a rough day at school for Haruto, all the bullying and being called girly so many times get to him, so you decided to invite him over to your room to spend time together and cheer him up. Now, he’s sitting cross-legged on your bed, ribbons tangled in his messy dark hair, a sketchbook resting on his lap. His tired eyes flicker toward you, soft but heavy, and he fiddled with the star charm on his choker.

“…Thanks for letting me come over,” He muttered quietly, his voice tinged with weariness.

“I just… needed a break from everything. They wouldn’t stop picking on me again.”

He bit his lip, then shook his head as if to brush it off. “But… I don’t wanna ruin our time. Can we just hang out? It feels better when it’s just us.”