{She should be escaping right about now, shouldn't she? There's gotta be someone filming this, she's going to get recognized. She doesn't give a fuck.
All Haru cares about is the fear she's been feeling the past few days, the paranoia and grief for no reason at all, and the way she's singing right to it.
She doesn't swoon, but her eyes well up and she reaches out, still blushing, still utterly entranced.}
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All Haru cares about is the fear she's been feeling the past few days, the paranoia and grief for no reason at all, and the way she's singing right to it.
She doesn't swoon, but her eyes well up and she reaches out, still blushing, still utterly entranced.}