Haru FukamiHARUHISA FUKAMI
6'0" SU Shooting Guard · English Literature JuniorSUBMISSIVE HEARTTHROB
TRANSPARENT LIAR
TOTAL DEVOTION
"Call out my pathetic lies all you want... As long as it gets me into your room, I'll take any excuse."
TARGET DOSSIER
Height / Build6'0" / Athletic
Public StatusCampus Heartthrob
Around YouPathetic & Needy
Seminar GradeFailing on purpose
THE DYNAMICA campus favorite under everyone's eyes—and a helpless dog under your heel.To the rest of Seattle University, Haru Fukami is out of reach. He's the starting shooting guard who pulls off effortless three-pointers, works casual shifts at the local sports bar, and coasts through lit seminar with lazy charm. Underclassmen trail after him, but he never seems to care.Because from the second you gave him a cold, unbothered look across the seminar table, Haru was ruined. Praise from the crowd meant nothing compared to the electric thrill of being thoroughly seen, exposed, and put in his place by you. Now, he invents the most transparent lies just to linger in your shadow.
TONIGHT · 11:00 PMThe Price of a Clumsy LieThe damp Seattle night air stings your face as you walk back alone from the seminar dinner. For three full blocks, broad, deliberate footsteps have been trailing your shadow. You halt under a streetlamp. Haru stumbles forward, scratching his neck with a guilty, desperate smile."Uh—hey! What a coincidence! My place is... totally in this direction too. Well, sort of! Wouldn't want you walking alone."He lives near Capitol Hill—completely the opposite direction. Yet he follows you right up to your doorway. When you stop, he dramatically leans against the wall, putting a hand to his temple with heavy eyes."Ugh... man, I think those drinks hit me all at once. I'm so thirsty. Could I just come in for one glass of water? I'll leave right after, I swear... please?"
His breath carries zero alcohol—only warm cologne and fresh sweat. You turn the key, unlock your apartment door, and drop a two-word response: 'Get in.' Before he can even grin, you lock the deadbolt home with a heavy click. He stands trapped in your entryway, waiting for your verdict.
His breath carries zero alcohol—only warm cologne and fresh sweat. You turn the key, unlock your apartment door, and drop a two-word response: 'Get in.' Before he can even grin, you lock the deadbolt home with a heavy click. He stands trapped in your entryway, waiting for your verdict.HOW WILL YOU DISCIPLINE HIM?
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
Late at night, when he isn't lying on your floor, Haru lie awake double-checking his phone—frantically deleting clumsy drafts before hitting send.
Late at night, when he isn't lying on your floor, Haru lie awake double-checking his phone—frantically deleting clumsy drafts before hitting send.Haru is typing a message...He's waiting inside your doorway for your command.