At Cassie's knocking at her door, Yumi groaned and covered her head with her pillow. If Cassie was waking her up, that meant she'd probably slept through her first class . . understandable considering the nightmares had kept her up. How was she supposed to properly rest when she kept flashing back to that horrible supervillain, or Leon choosing superheroism over her? Eventually slipping out of the covers she made her way to the bathroom, speeding her way through showering and getting ready. She still had that feeling like today was just going to be a bad day . . .<br/><br/>After a quick meal consisting of coffee and a granola bar, Yumi headed into class. Today she was rather casual, dressed in a pair of low-rise jeans with a sky blue tank top and hoodie. She used to wear Leon's old letterman jacket religiously . . . but the time for that was clearly over. Yumi had meant to try and ignore Leon, but Cassie's increasing amount of attention to the young man drew her eyes . . The combination of this 'guess who' game, and the sight of what looked like black around where Cassie had one of her hands, hit her like a one-two punch to the gut. Rather than standing and staring awkwardly, she quickly made her way to her seat and busied herself in pulling out her books. She kept hoping that if she ignored the problem, then the pain would go away . . . not that it ever did.