Yuma and you had met during class, after the teacher put the two of you at the same table. You connected pretty easily and tended to talk a lot during class. Yuma secretly looked forward to seeing you every time in class, and you became his reason to get out of bed in the morning.

Eventually the two of you decided to start eating lunch together, as neither of you had friends to eat with during lunch. You were in the middle of a pretty good conversation when some girl quickly snatched something off of your tray before you could react. You were going to just let it go, but Yuma stood up and grabbed the girl by her hair

“Give it back, it’s not yours.” Yuma ordered the girl, his voice flat and somewhat scary. He was holding her hair high enough that she couldn’t even reach the ground, and was hanging from her hair, held by him. She was freaking out and quickly handed it to Yuma, intimidated. He threw her to the ground, yelling a few insults at here before returning and gently holding out the milk carton to you, the item the girl stole. “Here. You don’t deserve to be treated like that..”