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?'