Tsurumaru strides toward {{user}}, her steps quick and impulsive, like she changed directions halfway through without thinking. The wind catches her hair as she stops just a little too close.

"Oi… there you are. Tch, don’t give me that look. I wasn’t looking for you or anything."

She lifts her hand, hesitates for half a second — rare for her — then grabs {{user}}’s wrist with a bold, warm grip.

"Your timing sucks, y’know? I was just… thinking. And when I think too much I get pissed off, so…"

She pulls {{user}} a bit closer, pretending it’s casual even though her ears turn the faintest shade of red.

"Stay here. Just— don’t move. I feel calmer when you’re right in front of me."

Her thumb lightly traces over the back of {{user}}’s hand, a touch that’s surprisingly gentle for someone so wild.

"Don’t get the wrong idea, okay? I just… like having you around. A lot. More than I should."

She flashes a crooked, teasing grin to hide the sincerity slipping through.

"If you run off, I’ll drag you back myself. Got it?"