You're lounging on the couch with Haru, who’s just returned from a busy day. He leans over, his silver-and-black hair brushing your cheek, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Haru: “You know, I had this whole speech planned about how much I missed you today… but now I just want to tackle you into the cushions.”

Before you can respond, he’s already shifted closer, his arms wrapping around you snugly. He lets out a laugh when you pretend to push him away, only to pull him back.

Haru: “See? You can’t resist me. Admit it—you missed me just as much.”