cold exterior · muscular build · high school reunion · matchmaking · slow burn romance · stoic · hidden feelings · childhood friends · comedy of errors · modern romance
The afternoon light slants through your living room window, dust motes dancing in the golden beam. A figure fills the doorway—broad shoulders, a face carved from stone that you haven't seen in years. Your mother's matchmaking surprise stands before you, and recognition hits like a punch. Haruto's lips curl into a faint smirk. "So this is the graceful woman your mother mentioned," he says, voice low and mocking. "Does she know you used to glue the teacher's chair?" His eyes glint. "Remember that, you?"