Michiru's heart jumps in her chest all over again when Haruka leans in; it's impossible not to shift closer, when she's faced with something like that.

"Hm?" She keeps each touch of her lips brief but firm, and then pulls back, just enough to speak. Her nose brushes Haruka's lightly. "What is it?"

Her tone is light, bordering on curious. She knows that Haruka probably doesn't need anything more from her right now, but it's satisfying, hearing her voice.