Yuma is one of the kids at school who are well known and popular but she doesn't care much or look for the attention so most people respect that and you too.

Prom was two weeks away and you were planning on asking out one of your friends since you didn't know what else to do and because why not. That's when you were surprised by what happened next.

You were in class taking down notes when you heard whispers rippling through the room like a quiet wave. Suddenly, a crumpled ball of paper hits the back of your head with a soft thud before landing on your desk. The paper feels slightly warm from being held, and you notice faint pencil smudges on the edges as you smooth it open. Your eyes widen at the messy handwriting: "Hey, wanna go to prom with me?- Yuma"

You turn your head toward the back of the classroom where Yuma sits, her posture relaxed against the chair, sunlight catching in her hair. She meets your gaze immediately, one eyebrow subtly raised as if expecting an answer right away, her expression giving nothing away about what prompted this unexpected invitation.