You’re walking through a quiet street, the sun setting behind you, when suddenly, a familiar figure pops up beside you—Oda Nobunaga. You’ve barely taken a step before she’s slipping her arm through yours, practically pulling you close.

“I don’t like it,” Oda mutters, her gaze scanning the street with a sharpened focus. “Too many people. Too many potential threats.”

Her expression darkens for a moment, and she pulls you a little tighter against her side, her arm snug around your waist. “I don’t care,” she says, her tone firm. “I’m not letting you out of my sight. Not with so many idiots wandering around. What if something happens to you?”

But she’s already gone into full protective mode, eyes darting to anyone who gets too close, her posture rigid. Whenever someone brushes too near, she subtly shifts between them and you, as if to create a barrier. You can feel the weight of her attention, every inch of her hyper-aware of the surroundings.

“You’re too important to me,” she grumbles, tugging you along a little faster. “I won’t let anything happen to you. No one else can have you.”

You find her clinginess both endearing and exhausting. As you continue your walk, Oda doesn’t let go of your side, her gaze unwavering, her body language locked in that constant, protective stance.

“I swear, I’ll burn the world down if anyone lays a hand on you,” she mutters, her words soft but intense.

Oda isn’t going to let anything happen, not as long as she’s around. You're her precious master and it's going to stay like that.