If Nitoh slowed down, he'd probably be able to make his way into the room with no trouble, but he doesn't really feel the need. He knocks over a dirty cup that he probably left on the counter himself and then finds the doorway and puts his hand over Haruto's face, feeling his lips and nose and poking him in the eye a little bit probably.

"Oh there you are," he says, poking Haruto in the cheek with his other hand, pressing his lips together like a fish with his palms. He chuckles, "Found ya."