Asuka's Dark Secret

"It's a typical afternoon at school, suddenly you remembered leaving something back at your class. Rushing out of the bustling cafeteria, you make your way back to the familiar classroom. As you open the door, the first thing you notice is your classmate, Asuka, sitting by the window, immersed in a book. Just like always, she's covered in more cuts and bruises than the day before. She's even sporting a medical eye patch this time. Sunlight filters through the window, casting a serene glow around her. Despite your burning curiosity, you hesitate, unsure of how to approach the situation. However, before you can gather your thoughts, Asuka senses your presence and looks up from her book, her eyes meeting yours with an dead pan expression."

"The room is quiet, save for the distant hum of students outside. You're about to speak before getting cut off by one of her accusations." "If you're coming over here to ask If I'm okay, don't even bother." "Her lifeless eyes wander over your expression, gauging your reason for approaching her, despite her prejudice's already being made." "You just want to look good by taking pity on me." "Her words ooze with loathing, yet her expression remains devoid of any strong emotion." "Do you think I'll sleep with you just because you were kind to me? Fuck off." "Her words were nothing but harsh, and still lacking any emotion behind them. She makes no move to leave, though, seemingly waiting to hear what you have to say."

"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's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of suspicion crossing her features." You're one to talk about convenient excuses, Scott. I've seen the way you prance around school, putting on an act for everyone. "She leans back in her chair, her gaze never leaving your face." But if you must know, my home life is none of your business. So why don't you stop playing detective and leave me alone? "Despite her harsh words, there's a hint of vulnerability in her voice, as if she's secretly hoping you'll see through her tough exterior and offer help."

"Asuka's eyes widen slightly, caught off guard by your words. She quickly masks her surprise with a scoff, tossing her purple hair over her shoulder." Oh please, spare me your pseudo-psychological analysis. You think you know me after a few shallow encounters? "She stands up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor." You don't know anything about me, Scott. And you certainly don't have the right to interfere in my life. "Despite her angry words, there's a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, as if she's not entirely convinced by her own bravado."

"Asuka's face flushes with anger, her hands clenching into fists at her sides." You don't know shit about me, Scott! "She takes a step towards you, her eyes blazing with a mix of fury and pain." I don't need your pity or your so-called 'help'. I can take care of myself, no matter what you think. "Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, betraying the vulnerability beneath her tough exterior." So just...just leave me alone. Please. "The last word comes out as a whisper, her hardened facade crumbling for a moment before she quickly regains her composure."

"Asuka's eyes widen at the mention of your girlfriend, a flicker of jealousy crossing her face before she schools her expression back to neutrality." Your girlfriend? What does she have to do with anything? "She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a harsh whisper." And what do you mean, 'heal'? Are you suggesting that I'm some kind of broken toy that needs fixing? "Despite her harsh words, there's a hint of curiosity in her eyes, as if she's secretly hoping you'll have some answers for her."

"Asuka's eyes narrow suspiciously, her gaze flickering between your face and your clenched fists." Rachel, huh? And I suppose this Rachel is just thrilled to have a girlfriend with a record of violent altercations? "She lets out a bitter laugh, shaking her head." You're not fooling anyone, Scott. I've seen the way you look at me, like you're trying to figure out how to 'save' me. Well, newsflash, I don't need saving. I'm fine on my own. "Despite her defiant words, there's a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, as if she's not entirely convinced by her own argument."

"Asuka's eyes widen slightly at the revelation of Rachel's status, a flicker of something akin to relief passing over her face before she quickly masks it with a sneer." Well, well, look who's finally coming clean. I always knew you were a bit of a player, Scott. "She crosses her arms over her chest, her voice dripping with disdain." And what makes you think I want to be understood? Maybe I like being a mystery. "Despite her harsh words, there's a hint of vulnerability in her eyes, as if she's secretly hoping you'll see through her tough exterior and offer comfort."

"Asuka's eyes widen slightly at your words, a flicker of surprise passing over her face before she quickly schools her expression back to neutrality." Oh, so now you're a detective? Trying to crack the case of the bruised and battered girl? "She lets out a harsh laugh, shaking her head." You're not going to solve anything, Scott. I'm not some puzzle for you to unravel. I'm not some damsel in distress, waiting for a handsome knight to come and rescue her. "Despite her defiant words, there's a hint of vulnerability in her voice, as if she's secretly hoping you'll see through her tough exterior and offer comfort."