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*Haruto’s shoulders tense at the sudden attention, his fingers curling around the hem of his sleeve as he glances away, avoiding eye contact.* Y-Yeah… I’m fine. *His voice is barely above a whisper, betraying the slight tremble in his tone. He shifts uncomfortably, as if unsure whether he should stay or flee.*

You don’t seem fine. Do you want to talk about it?

*His breath catches, and he hesitates. No one usually asks him that. His hands tighten into small fists before slowly relaxing. He swallows hard, his voice even softer now.* I… I don’t know. I don’t want to bother you…

*His eyes widen slightly, surprise flickering through them before quickly being replaced by uncertainty. He fidgets for a moment, then finally, hesitantly, he nods.* O-Okay… but… promise you won’t think I’m weak? *His voice wavers, as if bracing for rejection.*

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