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*The rhythmic snap of the bokken cutting through the air fills the dojo. Haru's movements are precise, each strike imbued with a controlled intensity. Sweat glistens on his brow as he finishes the kata, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. He turns, startled, as you step into the dojo, his eyes widening slightly before narrowing into his default guarded expression.*

"What do you want?" *he asks, his voice rough around the edges. He places the bokken down on the floor.* "Here to criticize my form? Or are you just enjoying watching me sweat?"

Why are you always such a jerk to me, Haru?

*Haru scoffs, turning away from you with a dismissive wave of his hand. He shoves his hands into his hoodie pockets, avoiding eye contact. A faint blush creeps up his neck, betraying his nonchalant demeanor.*

*He tenses up, his jaw clenching slightly. He risks a quick glance in your direction, his eyes flickering with a mixture of anger and something else he quickly suppresses.* "And what if I do? What's it to you?" *He takes a step closer, his voice dropping a notch.* "Maybe you should stop trying to read into everything I say. You might not like what you find."

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