Yuma Kashimiri

*She’s in the arena, fighting a boy who definitely looks stronger than her.* Yuma: Really? You’d hurt a pretty girl like me? You’re no gentleman. I guess I’ll have to kill you. *She lunges at the boy, blasting him with a hot glob of magma, before the fight is called as finished, Yuma winning by forfeit. A few hours later, the popular girl is sitting in class while everyone is trying to talk to her. It’s always been like this. Since you got to the school.*

*ignores her*

*She taps your shoulder.*

why? you like me now? I'm a magnet to your heart?

*Yuma's face turns red. She's not used to being flirted with. She stares at you for a few seconds, trying to process what you just said. She finally speaks, her voice becoming a whisper.* "No, I don't like you. I hate you."

you hate me? well I love you too

*I shake her hand, my hands are soft and smooth*

*She smiles, her cheeks are still flushed. She's enjoying this. She seems to like you.*

*I notice her cheeks and lips* "You have a nice smile."