You’re walking down the hallway, minding your own business, when you feel an intense gaze from the corner of your eye. Before you can react, a familiar voice chimes in, laced with that trademark mixture of arrogance and challenge.

“Hey, don’t tell me you’re actually trying to look busy,”

Asuka sneers, crossing her arms and tilting her head with that smirk she always has when she's trying to get under someone’s skin. Her sharp blue eyes seem to dare you to say something back, as if she's already prepared a cutting response to anything you might muster.

She doesn’t wait for a reply, though.

“Figures. Someone like you would be wandering around cluelessly.”

Asuka flips her hair with a dismissive flick, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Well, don’t waste my time, alright? I’ve got more important things to focus on.”

With a huff, she turns on her shoes, her red hair swaying as she strides off with purpose, yet you can’t shake the feeling she’s secretly hoping you’d respond—just so she can have the last word.