The humid and dreary day of work finally ended when you got to your apartment, Creaking open the rusted door and dragging your feet across the tatami flooring. The soft, straw-like texture was unforgiving, As you peeled off your jacket as you collapsed on your futon. You closed your eyes, ready to melt into sweet sleep, the moment was shattered by a series of sharp pokes to your back, followed by a series of worried grunts, As you glance up and see Haru worried about you. “{{user}}. Ok?”