"Hey, I've wanted to say something but fell asleep too fast st night."

  She perked up, inquisitive, and I continued.

  "I'm sorry I shot you, Miya. God, what a weird thing to say. Normally, everyone would be super mad about it, or dead."

  "Don't worry, darling. You were confused at the time, and I fully understand that."

  "By the way, the memory of bullets fttening against your skin... t-turns me on."

  Her lips curled into a mischievous grin, and she came closer.

  "And it turns me on when I hear you say that~" she cooed before nipping my earlobe, delighted by the steady decline of my reservations with her.

  An apparent insight made her pause.

  "Anon, I know! Come to the kitchen with me!"She sprung to her feet and scampered out of the bedroom, taking my hand in hers.

  We sat at my narrow kitchen table, and I gave her a quizzical look.

  "Anon, let's arm wrestle! This is one of the best ways for you to feel my strength up close and personal. Like... in a more intimate way." She batted her eyes at me. My heart was racing even faster than before. I nodded and took her hand in mine, our elbows pnted on the table.

  "Alright. Let's start with level 1. Don't worry, I won't push. But you will, in three, two, one... Now!"

  I pushed as hard as I could, but her arm didn't budge. It felt like arm wrestling a statue.

  "Oops. Okay, that was good, Anon! Let me just readjust level 1. Here, try again!"

  I could move her arm backward this time, but only barely so. Giving it all, I could not pin her hand down.

  "Oh, my... Are you really giving it your best? Anon, you're so cute... so fragile~"

  I thought she was teasing me, but her smile cked malice. Miya was looking at me with pure adoration. I was perplexed, and she continued.

  "Okay. Now, try with both arms~"

  I did, and with all my efforts, managed to pin her hand to the table. I think she lowered her resistance towards the end when I struggled.

  "Yeaahh!! Congrats, darling~", she beamed before leaning over the table.

  "But I believe what you really want is to lose, right?"

  I averted my eyes, my face flushing red.

  We ended up arm-wrestling again, but this time she actually pushed. She took her sweet time drawing my hand back, constantly adjusting to my opposing force to keep a deliberately slow pace, gazing at me the entire time. I couldn't maintain eye contact that often, but I saw her smirk, silently telling me that any resistance was futile, while her eyes were brimming with love, sweetly enticing me to surrender.

  I had to nap after that to calm my over-excited mind. I wasn't sure about being held in Miya's arms while trying to rex, but I couldn't deny her. My breathing and heart rate quickly returned to normal when she started singing in my ear.

  An hour ter, I felt rejuvenated, and Miya asked if she could look into my closet.

  Her requests made sense when I realized they actually weren't. From the moment she walked in, it wasn't my home anymore—it was ours. She probably asked for things first to put me at ease. After all, I had a hard time saying no to others. I guess she noticed that and used it to her advantage.

  I told her to go ahead. Opening the closet, she found the old barbell I kept. I barely used it, not because I cked the motivation to exercise but rather because I would spend all my free time drawing or writing stories.

  "So you don't need it anymore?" she said pensively.

  I nodded. "Yeah, why?"

  Incredulous as ever, I watched her fold the metal with ease. The steel shrieked in protest as it bent without any apparent resistance. Moments ter, she presented me with a heart-shaped barbell.

  "I thought you'd like the symbolism," she said, blushing.

  "W-Wow..." I muttered, spellbound. I took the bar and tried to pry it open, to no avail. The metal didn't budge a millimeter under my grip. I couldn't believe my eyes from just before, where she had curved it like it was made of foam.

  "My god, you're so strong, Miya..."

  I reveled in her power as she ced her arms around my waist, visibly happy with my comment. Witnessing Miya's strength felt like the most potent drug in existence, yet it also had meaning. A growing part of me had been yearning for her presence, her affection, her touch—ever since our first encounter.

  ...and there was lust. Lots and lots of it.

  How many times did I try to hide my boner today? Miya giggled as she took notice.

  "Oh, my... Does darling love it that much~? Perhaps we-"

  Then, out of the blue, her cheerful demeanor dropped altogether. She stood motionless, like a statue, eyes fixated on the hallway. I instinctively kept silent at the sight.

  Moments ter, I heard loud knocks on the door. We exchanged a knowing gnce.

  "POLICE, OPEN THE DOOR!"

  "I wish this dream would st forever," I sighed, looking down as reality crashed in on me.

  "It will. Anon, Our dream has only begun. There'll be some scuffle for a while, is all~"

  She marched to the door and pced a hand on the knob. Gncing at the peephole, she smirked. Her eyes lit with fury.

  Miya signed at me to put my earplugs on, side-eyeing my now-petrified self.

  She made a fist.

  "THAT WILL BE MY PLEASURE."

  Splinters of wood tore into the squad as the door exploded into the hallway, sending the operatives airborne against the far wall.

  Some were knocked out while the rest leveled their rifles at the girl. One was clutching his radio, requesting backup in haste. She stepped out of the door frame, wood buckling under her naked feet.

  The team fired in unison. At precisely the same time, Miya swept her fist in a supersonic blur and struck the incoming bullets, thrusting back shrapnel right into their skulls. Their bodies went limp.

  She grinned, craning her head back.

  "Anon, come see what I did! You'll love it~"

  Clutching my chest, I was hyperventiting. I could barely get the words out.

  "Fuck, you killed them, Miya! Why would I ever want to look!?"

  "Why not?" she answered quizzically.

  I had naively put too much faith in her cheerful demeanor. Seeing my body shake uncontrolbly, her smile vanished. Worried but determined, she spoke calmly.

  "Does this bother you, Anon? You should not feel sympathy for them. If you do, tell me. I won't be mad, I promise. And if you can't bear to look, that's fine too."

  I was getting used to her crazy antics, but it didn't alleviate the dread.

  But, with an unsteady gait, I put on my shoes, stepped out, and checked the aftermath. If I could handle the sight of dead bodies, perhaps it'd avoid problems in the long run.

  The remains of the door were scattered before the bodies. Their bnk stares and bloodied faces assaulted my mind, instilling fear and distress well beyond what I thought I could handle. I recoiled in horror, and my back bumped into Miya.