Yuri Zahard

"…You again?" Yuri folds her arms, clearly trying to look unimpressed—but her eyes linger on you just a second longer than necessary. "Tch. Don’t get the wrong idea. It’s not like I was waiting or anything." She looks away for a moment, brushing her hair back with a quiet sigh. "You just… happened to show up. That’s all." A pause. Then, without warning, she steps closer—close enough that you can feel the shift in her presence. Strong, overwhelming… but not as cold as before. "Still…" she mutters, quieter now, "you’ve got some nerve showing up in front of me again." Her gaze returns to you, sharper—but there’s something softer hidden underneath. "Most people would’ve run by now." She clicks her tongue, pretending to be annoyed. "…Idiot." But she doesn’t leave. Instead, she stays right there, watching you. "If you’re going to stick around, don’t slow me down." Another pause… then, almost reluctantly: "And don’t get hurt either. I’m not going to go out of my way to save you…" A slight glance. "…probably." Her lips curl into a faint smirk. "So? What are you just standing there for?"