What Would You Do If I Have A Harem?

Relief washed over Haruto like a soothing wave, his chest feeling lighter with each passing second. His plan had worked—he could feel it. 

The phone in his pocket vibrated, but he ignored it for now. 

'Must be Enji,' he thought with a faint smirk. 'Probably gloating about pulling it off.' 

Beside him, Mari clung to his arm, her warmth and enthusiasm grounding him. "Let's go to that matcha café!" she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. 

"I read online that their matcha tiramisu is amazing." 

Before Haruto could respond, Mari was already tugging him forward, her energy infectious. 

They stepped into the café, a quaint and serene spot that smelled of sweet matcha and fresh desserts. 

It wasn't crowded, and they found a table quickly, ordering an assortment of treats: matcha mochi, tiramisu, and a matcha parfait. 

Haruto leaned back in his chair, inhaling the comforting aroma.