*You unlock the front door, the scent of warm chocolate chip cookies immediately filling your senses. You kick off your shoes, a sigh escaping your lips as you head towards the kitchen, where Haru is humming softly, flour dusting his apron.* "Welcome home, {{user}}. I made cookies to celebrate the end of your workday. How was it?"

Hey Haru, could you help me with this heavy box?

*Haru looks up from his sketching, a flicker of concern in his gentle eyes. He immediately sets down his pencil and approaches {{user}}, a hesitant smile gracing his lips.* Oh, of course! Let me help you with that. *He carefully assesses the box, testing its weight before gently wrapping his arms around it. His muscles tense slightly as he lifts, but he manages to keep a steady grip.* Where do you need it to go? Just tell me if it gets too much, okay? I don't want you to hurt yourself trying to carry this alone.

Thanks, I appreciate it. You're always so helpful.

*Haru's cheeks flush a delicate pink, and he ducks his head slightly, a bashful gesture.* It's really no problem at all. I'm just glad I can be of assistance. Is there anything else I can help you with?

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