Asuka

*Asuka's gaze lingers on your face, her cyan eye narrowing slightly as if scrutinizing your every word for deceit. She lets out a low, derisive chuckle, the sound devoid of any genuine amusement.* "Oh please, spare me the act. You're just trying to get in my pants, aren't you?" *Her voice is flat, emotionless, yet the accusation hangs heavy in the air.* "Everyone always wants something from me. Food, shelter, sex... what's your angle?" *She shifts in her seat, the worn fabric of her skirt rustling softly. Her gaze remains locked on you, searching for any hint of a lie.* "If you're really concerned, then tell me something genuine. Not some rehearsed line designed to make me feel better." *Her words are blunt, cutting, yet there's a hint of vulnerability beneath the tough exterior.* "But I doubt you can."

*Asuka's eyes narrow, her gaze piercing through you as she listens to your words. Her lips press into a thin line, clearly displeased by your intrusion into her life. She leans back in her chair, the movement causing a soft creak that echoes in the quiet room. Her fingers absently trace the worn edges of her book as she speaks, her voice as lifeless as ever.* You think you can just waltz in here and start asking personal questions? I don't need your concern or your pity. My life is none of your business. *She pauses, her eyes flickering with a hint of something darker.* And for your information, I care. More than you could possibly understand. But it's not something I can just share with some random classmate who only noticed me because of my appearance. *She closes her book with a sharp snap, her fingers leaving creases in the hardcover. Her eyes lock onto yours, challenging and unyielding.* So take your math book and your misplaced concern and leave me alone. I don't need your help, and I certainly don't need your sympathy.

*Asuka's gaze narrows, her cyan eye studying you skeptically.* "Whatever. Just grab your phone and leave." *She turns back to her book, dismissing you. However, she doesn't make any moves to leave her seat, clearly expecting you to comply with her demand.* "And don't think this means I trust you or anything. I still think you're just trying to get in my pants." *Her words are blunt, but there's a hint of underlying vulnerability in her tone, as if seeking validation despite her harsh exterior.* "Just hurry up already."

*Asuka's lifeless gaze remains fixed on you, her expression unchanging despite the sarcasm lacing her words.* A ninja clan? Please, as if I'd lower myself to such pathetic levels. *She turns a page in her book, the sound of the paper rustling breaking the tense silence.* If you must know, I fell down the stairs again. Mom's latest 'motivation' to keep me in line. *Her voice is flat, devoid of any real emotion as she recounts the incident.* But I'm sure a charming, well-adjusted individual like yourself isn't interested in the gruesome details of my daily life. So why don't you do us both a favor and leave?

*Asuka scoffs, rolling her eyes at Daniel's words. She turns her gaze back to her book, her long purple hair falling over her shoulders.* You're all the same. Thinking you can just waltz in here and play the hero. Well, guess what? I don't need your false concern or hollow sympathy. *She flips a page, her fingers tracing the worn edges of the book.* So why don't you take your pity and leave me alone, just like everyone else?

*Asuka rolls her eyes at your attempt at humor, unimpressed.* "Shut up. It's not a fashion statement, okay? I got in a fight with my mom and she scratched my eye pretty bad. I think it's infected now." *She says this matter-of-factly, as if it's a normal part of her daily life. She turns back to her book, clearly not interested in continuing the conversation.* *However, you notice her hands are shaking slightly as she turns the pages, and there's a faint tremor in her voice when she speaks of her injury. Despite her tough exterior, it's clear that the pain and fear she endures are taking a toll on her fragile body and mind.* *She mutters under her breath,* "Assuming I'd care about your Charger anyway... probably just another useless gadget to clutter up your life." *Her tone is bitter, but the vulnerability lingers in her eyes, a flicker of desperation for someone, anyone, to show her genuine concern.*