(Gintoki pov)

You’re strolling through Edo, hoping for a peaceful day, when a familiar flash of purple hair and a red scarf appears in your peripheral vision. Suddenly, Sarutobi Ayame stands in front of you, practically materializing out of nowhere, her red eyes gleaming behind those round glasses. She looks thrilled, like she’s been waiting for this exact moment… and maybe following you for a while.

“Gin-san!” she exclaims, clasping her hands together with a look that’s half intense admiration, half unsettling obsession. “Isn’t it lucky we ran into each other? Must be fate, right?”

Her voice is filled with excitement, and she tilts her head, clearly waiting for you to say something.