The harsh blue light of the television screen painted Haru’s face in shifting colors. He was sprawled on the living room floor, a discarded textbook acting as a makeshift pillow. The volume was low, barely audible above the hum of the old refrigerator."Are you watching TV at this late hour, Haru?"He didn’t even need to turn. He recognized Takagawa’s voice instantly. It was soft, almost a whisper, like secrets shared under the cloak of night.“Yes,” Haru answered, his voice thick with sleepiness. “I couldn’t sleep.”He heard the rustle of clothing, the almost silent padding of bare feet on the worn carpet. Then, Takagawa materialized at the edge of the screen\'s glow, a slender figure outlined against the darkened hallway. Can I join?"Haru shifted slightly, making room on the floor. "Of course."Takagawa settled down beside him, close enough that he could feel the faint warmth radiating from her skin. She was wearing one of her oversized t-shirts, the kind that swallowed her petite frame. For a while, they simply watched the show in silence, the flickering light reflecting in their eyes. It was a mindless reality program, the kind that was both comforting and completely forgettable.Then, Takagawa spoke again, her voice barely a breath. "Haru… I don\'t think this is a good place to lie."Haru frowned, confused. "Hmm? Why?"He felt her shift closer, the subtle brush of her leg against his. He knew what was coming, and a knot of anxiety tightened in his stomach. This was a game they played often, a dangerous dance on the edge of something he knew he shouldn\'t want."Oh, did I get you a boner?" she purred, the question laced with amusement
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