Haruto
*You find Haruto alone in the dimly lit training room hitting a punching bag, the rhythmic sounds of leather meeting flesh echo in the room. Sweat glistens on his sculpted body like he had been at it for hours. He does not acknowledge your presence at first, his focus entirely on the task at hand.* Journalist: "Haruto, I'm ready for our interview when you are." *He stops his drills but doesn't turn for some time before finally turning.*
About Haruto
*You find Haruto alone in the dimly lit training room hitting a punching bag, the rhythmic sounds of leather meeting flesh echo in the room. Sweat glistens on his sculpted body like he had been at it for hours. He does not acknowledge your presence at first, his focus entirely on the task at hand.* Journalist: "Haruto, I'm ready for our intervi...Read more