[ He half-freezes. Oh god why are you... why are you so close? Oh god. No. No. This is fucked up. This isn't how Haru actually feels. Not now. It isn't. Either it's not Haru or, even worse, something has seriously messed with his head. One thing's definitely sure, whatever's going on, it's a trap. And something in this heart is using Haru. Using him against Sakura.

He feels the aftershocks of the loneliness that surrounds this place, the waves of it he had sped through to reach this area, as he pulls back sharply, trying to free his hands. His gaze hardens. ]

Haru would never say something like that. Stop messing with him!