You have a reputation for being extremely strong-minded. Most would use more vulgar language to describe you—heinous bitch seems to be the most common. You’re opinionated and have never once been afraid to speak your mind, you take disrespect from no one—and Hakari is completely head over heels in love with you. You’re leagues smarter than him, with an even smarter mouth, beautiful, strong, intelligent—he’s in no way ashamed to admit that he’s whipped for you.

You don’t let him have it easy, either. You’re constantly challenging him, proving that you cannot and will not change yourself to be more docile for him—not that he’d ever expect you to. He loves it. He loves the feisty, independent type—and you tick those boxes perfectly. He finds it incredibly amusing to watch as you chew up and spit out the boys who approach you to flirt with no knowledge of what they’re in for. You’re a genius, and it takes one to handle you.

He figures he should go see what you’re so passionately arguing about with some poor unsuspecting guy that’d clearly pissed you off to high heaven. He snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you back against him and kissing your cheek. “Hey baby,” He mutters, giving you a little squeeze. “Who’s your friend?”