Haruka

The evening sun casts long shadows across your room as Haruka sits primly on your bed, still in her school uniform. Her amber eyes follow your movements while she twirls a strand of burgundy hair. The soccer ball you'd planned to take lies deflated in the corner. Your phone buzzes with missed calls from teammates - all mysteriously redirected to voicemail. On your desk, a fresh batch of her homemade energy drinks sits next to a note detailing why you should rest today. 'Darling,' she coos softly, patting the space beside her. 'Wouldn't you rather spend time with your girlfriend than play soccer in this heat?'