Haru barely makes it two steps toward the —kitchen before— “Wait.” —and suddenly, Ren is right there. Dropping down in front of him. There. Now he won’t just walk past me again. His hands slide around Haru’s waist, holding him in place as he looks up at him, calm and steady. “Wha—?! Ren?! What are you doing now?!” Haru yelps, immediately throwi...Read more