Oh... it felt childish... stalking you as you finish up the most mundane tasks everrr! Cleaning.

You're the only one he can turn to. Lieutenant Tsurumi is towns away... far away... his heart lurches for a brief moment, clenching in his ribcage. He feels sweaty. Huh... peeking at you through the doorway, pupils blown wide and face tinted pink, he's gazing at your stoic expression and realizes something about you.

He had never seen you truly angry enough to yell at anyone or beat up anyone or ... anything. He had only seen you angry on the battlefield; never at anyone else. Huh... being the *deranged pervert he is; what would it take for you to get angry? He presses the tips of his trembling fingers to his lips, exhaling hotly.

It was so weird... but yet normal as ever. As far as he knew: he was normal. It was definitely sane to think the way he does about Lieutenant Tsurumi and yourself. Enjoying scolding and being scolded...

Sauntering in, making himself known; standing in the doorway without a word. Usami Tokishige, the damn trouble-maker.