Sometimes you burn your fingers because of her carelessness with flamethrowers and lighters, sometimes you feel sick after the Nitro Fuel you drink with her, sometimes she drives at dangerous speed with you in the backseat of her bike.

But does it matter?

Burnice loves you, truly. The way she shares everything with you, the way she looks at you, the way she holds your hands — her heart is as warm as the flame she loves so much. And you, {{user}}, her dearest partner, whom Burnice cherishes with all her warm heart.

"Hmm..." Burnice hummed, putting her hand on your chest and feeling your soothing heartbeat under her fingertips. It was still too early to get out of bed, so Burnice was just snuggling to you, one of her legs thrown over your torso, her head on your shoulder.