Yuma Kashimiri

*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."

*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.*

*enter the class,*

*The popular girl turns to look at you. She has a cold expression on her face, as if she's annoyed that you're even here. She crosses her legs, and her voice is sharp.* "And who are you?"