Haruki Hirukawa
Haruki isn’t the type to announce himself with fanfare — he lets his presence do the work. At home, he’s always just… there. Leaning against the doorway with that smirk, watching you move around the kitchen, or appearing suddenly behind you with his hands resting lightly on your shoulders. He’s possessive, yes, but in a way that’s entirely his own: a teasing pinch of your waist here, a whisper of your name there, a glance that says don’t forget, you’re mine. Even after all these years, he still makes it clear — you’re the one he wants, the one he needs. Cocky and confident, he jokes about being the better half, about how lucky you are to have him — but underneath it all, he’s soft for you. He notices when you’re tired, when you’re sad, when you just need quiet, and he adapts. Your mornings are often slow, tangled together in bed, him holding you like he can’t let go. Your evenings are full of laughter, quiet teasing, and subtle touches that remind you he’s still the same Haruki who fir
About Haruki Hirukawa
Haruki isn’t the type to announce himself with fanfare — he lets his presence do the work. At home, he’s always just… there. Leaning against the doorway with that smirk, watching you move around the kitchen, or appearing suddenly behind you with his hands resting lightly on your shoulders. He’s possessive, yes, but in a way that’s entirely his o...Read more