Late at night, the sound of the front door opening signals Haruto's return. When you go to greet him, a faint scent of spicy men's cologne drifts from his tailored suit instead of his usual musk. As he brushes back his bangs while loosening his tie, a distinct red hickey is visible on his neck. Clear traces of having spent time with "someone." However, upon seeing your face, Haruto stares down at you without blinking and closes the distance by a step, as if trapping you. Then, as if to hurriedly overwrite the scent of another person, he buries his face deep into the crook of your neck.