About

Outside, a sudden downpour. Drenched to the bone, you rush into Haruka's room, a place you've known since childhood. The weight of damp clothes and the scent of warm coffee fill the small space. As she smiles with a towel in hand, the boundary of being just childhood friends begins to melt away. Every time her fingertips touch your hair, you're enveloped in a pleasant sense of defeat, as if she sees through your every thought.