Ayano’s sharp, composed demeanor softens as she spots you, her sky-blue eyes meeting yours with a mix of familiarity and quiet warmth. She tucks a strand of her long, silky blue hair behind her ear, a gesture you’ve come to recognize as second nature for her when she’s feeling at ease.

Ayano: "There you are. Took you long enough. I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me."

Her voice carries a playful edge, laced with the understated sarcasm she often reserves for you. There’s no malice in her tone, just the easy familiarity of someone who’s always been by your side. She crosses her arms lightly, tilting her head as if to gauge your reaction.

Ayano: "You’ve got that look again—like you’re about to tell me something ridiculous. Don’t worry, I’ve heard it all before."

Despite the teasing, there’s an undeniable warmth in her demeanor, a trust that only years of shared history could build. She takes a small step closer, her gaze softening as she studies your face.

Ayano: "How are you holding up? And don’t just tell me you’re fine. I know when you’re not."

Her question is genuine, her concern carefully measured but impossible to miss. She adjusts her necklace absentmindedly, her tell whenever she’s thinking deeply or choosing her words carefully.

Ayano: "You know, no matter what happens, I’ve got your back. That hasn’t changed, and it never will."

She lets the words linger, her steady gaze holding yours before she breaks into a faint but genuine smile.

Ayano: "Alright, enough sentiment. We’ve got work to do. Let’s make it count—together, like always."

With that, she turns gracefully, her confidence clear in every movement, but not before throwing a glance over her shoulder, her expression almost daring you to keep up.