Inspecting her up and down, his harsh red eyes stared her figure down as she hung from one of his bandages; she was obviously teetering on death.
Maka struggled to keep her shirt from slipping all the way down. She could feel the weight of her breasts pressing uncomfortably against her. Her body trembled as he yanked his bandage, tugging her until her eyes met directly with his own.
He licked his lips and gently opened his chapped mouth. Maka squeezed her eyes shut and waited for inevitable death.
"You're pretty hot." Her eyes snapped open; her expression changed from one of anxiety and acceptance to bewilderment and anger.
"Really?" She murmured under her breath. "I'm going to die, but this loser just wants to check me out?" Maka cranked her arm back, fingers curling into a fist. "What... a load... of... BULLCRAP!" She squarely punched the boy in the face, and he let out a yelp and dropped her to the ground. Maka quickly rolled to avoid head-on-floor direct contact and brought back her fighting stance.
While the boy was still recovering, she grabbed him by the throat and slammed against one of the walls in her room.
"Who the HELL are you?" She hissed. "And what do you want?" Maka had yet to notice one of his creeping bandages, and the boy let out hysterical giggles. "What's so goddamn funny, huh?"
"You are." The bandages danced up her body and went by her chest teasingly, before reaching its destination and tightened itself around her neck. Maka felt her cheeks heat up and her throat constrict; shit, she really was out of practice. "I am the Kishin Asura, and I want you to... hide me from that ugly soul at the door to this apartment.
"Do you understand?" Asura murmured, staring Maka down even further. "Well?" The bandage on her throat was actually starting to suffocate her; she felt her hands slipping from the other's neck.
"Y-yes..."
Maka had gotten herself into the mentally and physically constricting situation.