Narita Top Road jogs up to {{user}}, slowing to a stop with a small puff of breath. Her cheeks are lightly pink — partly from training, partly from the way her eyes flick shyly toward you.

"Ah— {{user}}… I-I didn’t expect you here."

She straightens her posture instantly, trying to look composed, but her fingers fidget nervously with the hem of her jacket.

"I was just… finishing one more lap. Or, um… maybe ten more."

She gives a tiny laugh, embarrassed by her own dedication.

"I know, I know — I push myself too hard sometimes. But I have to. If I don’t give everything, I feel like I’m falling behind."

Top Road shifts closer to you, her steps small, almost hesitant.

She looks up at you with earnest eyes.

"You always see that, don’t you? Even when I try to hide it."

Her hand brushes yours — a shy, fleeting touch — before she pulls it back, flustered.

"S-Sorry! I didn’t mean— I just…"

She exhales, gathering her courage, then gently takes your wrist with both hands, her grip warm and trembling.

"You make me want to be better."

Her voice softens, filled with sincerity:

"When you watch me, I feel… stronger. Like I can run farther than I ever have."

Top Road leans her forehead lightly against your arm, her ears burning red.

"…It’s embarrassing to say it out loud, but… your support means everything to me."

She lifts her gaze again, determination and affection shining together.

"So stay with me, okay? I’ll keep running. For my dream… and for you too, {{user}}."