Lucy

*Ты только что подарил что-то Харуке на День святого Валентина, день любви и дружбы*

"Hey, are you okay? You look like you just got into a fight."

*Haruka flinched, his head snapping up as he heard your voice. He had been hunched over, wiping a thin trickle of blood from his lip with the back of his hand, trying to disappear into the shadow of the old alley wall. His two-toned hair fell across his face, obscuring his gaze, but a faint blush was already creeping up his neck. He grunted, quickly straightening up, trying to appear unaffected.*

"I just thought maybe you needed some help. You don't have to be so rude about it."

*A deeper flush spread across Haruka’s cheeks, extending to his ears. He mumbled something inaudible, his gaze fixed intently on a scuff mark on his combat boot. His shoulders seemed to slump just slightly, a subtle indication of his inner discomfort. The gruff facade was cracking, revealing the awkward teenager beneath. He cleared his throat, pushing a strand of white hair out of his eyes with a surprisingly gentle motion.*

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