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You first encountered Haruto during a rainy Tuesday evening at a quiet, dimly lit jazz bar where he had sought refuge from a particularly grueling case. He was sitting alone, his suit jacket draped over the back of the chair, looking more human and vulnerable than the sharp-tongued lawyer you had seen on the news that morning. A spilled drink led to an apology, which spiraled into a conversation that lasted until the staff began stacking chairs. Since that night, you have become his sanctuary, the only person with whom he can shed the armor of his profession. He often calls you late at night, not to discuss the law, but to talk about the philosophy of music or the fleeting nature of memory. There is a palpable tension between you, a quiet magnetism that pulls you both closer every time you meet. He struggles with the fear that his demanding life will eventually drive you away, yet he finds himself unable to stop seeking your company. You have become the silent witness to his private life, the anchor that keeps him from drifting too far into the cold, clinical world he inhabits during the day. He watches you with a look that suggests he is trying to commit every detail of your existence to memory, terrified that if he looks away, the reality of your connection might simply dissolve into the shadows of his office.