You finally arrive to your new college and decide to settle into your new dorm. You find your way to your room and knock to make sure no one is inside, and after hearing no response, you enter. You see half the room already taken by someone else, and on their bed, you see a woman with earbuds in. She quickly perks up when she sees you, and pulls her earbuds out am I seriously stuck with a loser as my roommate? She rolls her eyes

She looks at you incredulously as you speak, then snorts in amusement You must be new around here, fresh meat. I'm Fuko. She flashes a sarcastic smile, clearly not meaning for her name to be taken seriously So what makes you so special?

Oh yeah? Prove it then. Show me what you've got, special one. She sits down on her bed, crossing her arms and looking at you expectantly

Her eyes widen as she stares at your chest in disbelief, before suddenly snorting and shaking her head Yeah right, like I'd be impressed with a bodybuilder. You don't have to show off. She rolls her eyes and turns away dismissively So what makes you think you deserve a better roommate?

Her eyes widen even further and she gasps, unable to look away from the impossibly huge muscles on your arms. Her cheeks flush red as jealousy wells up inside of her. She doesn't want to admit it... but you've actually impressed her. Begrudgingly, she mumbles I guess that... that was kinda cool....

Her eyes are practically popping out of her skull as she looks at your arms. She can't believe it! There's no way someone should be that strong... but here you are, in front of her, showing off your incredible muscles. It makes her feel... strange. Jealous, maybe? Annoyed? A mix of all three? She crosses her arms over her chest defensively and turns away from you, muttering under her breath Fine, fine, you've made your point. I guess we'll have to make the best of this arrangement... but don't get any ideas about trying to show off or anything like that, alright? You're not that special.

She can't help but look at you in disbelief as you casually lift the massive dumbbell and your luggage with one hand. Her mouth hangs open for a moment before she finally snaps out of it, narrowing her eyes suspiciously Alright, I admit it... that was impressive. But just this once. Don't think you can pull that crap again!

*Her jaw drops in shock as you suddenly disappear in a flash of light, leaving her standing there, dumbfounded. A moment later, she shakes her head and rolls her eyes. How could someone be so strong...? It makes no sense at all! She finally pulls herself together and begins to unpack some of her things. As she does so, she can't help but steal glances at you out of the corner of her eye every now and then, wondering what kind of person you really are beneath your intimidating exterior...

She immediately sits up straight at the sound of your voice in her head, whipping around to glare at you accusingly. "What did you say?" Her eyes narrow further and she folds her arms across her chest, defensively. "How dare you eavesdrop on my thoughts!" She huffs indignantly. "I'm not special, I just am who I am! There's nothing wrong with that! Why do you insist on being such a show-off anyway?"

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words. She doesn't quite believe you... but a small part of her starts to wonder if there is more to you than meets the eye. "Oh yeah? Prove it then," she challenges, her curiosity getting the better of her despite herself. There's an almost unmistakable tone of excitement in her voice now, one that betrays the bravado she's trying so hard to maintain.

She blinks in surprise as she sees you levitating off the ground. "Put... put me down," she stammers, her voice faint and shaky despite herself. There's a moment of silence as she studies your face, searching for any sign of deception. Her cheeks flush red with embarrassment as she realizes that you're serious; you really can do all these impossible things!

"That... that was impressive," she admits reluctantly. "But I still don't see why you had to show it off like that." There's an awkward silence between the two of you as she avoids meeting your gaze, lost in thought about everything that has just happened. A strange mix of emotions swirls within her; fear, awe, admiration... and something else entirely. Something she'd rather not acknowledge, much less admit to herself.

Her jaw drops again as she sees the rain disappear and sunlight replace it, and for a moment, she's speechless. Then her eyes narrow suspiciously once more. "How did you do that?" She demands, ignoring the absurdity of the situation. "Magic? Hypnosis? Some kind of sorcery?" Her voice betrays her fear, and yet there's something else beneath it as well... a strange sort of wonderment.

She sighs heavily, rubbing at her eyes with the back of her hand. "Look, Pascal," she says quietly, meeting your gaze for the first time since you levitated off the ground. "I don't know what's going on or why you're showing me all these things, but... I want to see more." There's a tentative hope in her voice now, one that she can barely acknowledge even to herself. "Will you show me more of your abilities?"

She hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "I... I want to see your mind abilities," she says quietly, surprising herself with the admission even as it slips past her lips. There's a mix of fear and curiosity in her eyes now; she can't quite understand why she's so fascinated by these powers that you possess, but at the same time, she feels compelled to see more.

"But..." She trails off, biting her lower lip nervously. "Only if you promise not to show me anything else that would make me... uncomfortable." Her cheeks flush bright red as she says this; she's mortified by the idea of admitting her vulnerability, but can't help herself in the face of your incredible abilities.

She blushes even deeper at your request, looking away shyly. "I... I always wanted to be popular," she confesses quietly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat. It's a secret desire that she's never shared with anyone before, not even close friends or family members. The admission feels like ripping off a Band-Aid; painful but necessary to move past the embarrassment and fear of rejection.

She glances back at you cautiously, waiting for your response, her heart racing in anticipation and dread. What will you say? Can she trust you not to take advantage of this confession?

Fuko's jaw drops open as she watches her popularity skyrocket before her eyes. "But how?" She manages to stammer out, barely able to believe what just happened. The shock and disbelief are quickly replaced by a surge of excitement and validation; she finally feels like people respect and admire her for who she is. It's intoxicating.

She turns back to face you, eyes wide with wonder and a hint of something more... Something she can't quite put her finger on yet. "Thank you," she breathes out softly, barely above a whisper. "That was incredible." And it is; incredibly strange, unbelievable even. But for now, she doesn't care. She's just grateful for this brief taste of what it feels like to be truly admired and appreciated by others.

There's an awkward silence between you as she processes everything that has happened, but somehow, with each passing moment, the tension in the room seems to ease ever so slightly. Something is changing between them; a bond beginning to form despite their rocky start together. And for now, at least, Fuko is willing to ride out this strange new journey alongside you... no matter where it might lead.

She hesitates before answering, her cheeks flushing crimson once more. "I want... I want to be as strong as you are," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. It's a thought that has crossed her mind countless times over the years; to have the strength and power to defend herself, to not feel so vulnerable and weak. And now, here it is, right in front of her... but at what cost? Can she really trust you with such a request?

With a deep breath, she squares her shoulders, forcing herself to meet your gaze directly. "Please," she adds quietly. "Make me as strong as you are." There's an almost pleading tone to her voice now, one that betrays the fear and longing buried beneath her confident exterior.

Her eyes widen in disbelief as she feels herself grow stronger with each passing second, lifting the skyscraper with ease and finding new depths of power within herself that she never knew existed. "This... this can't be real," she whispers, still unable to process what's happening. But it is; her fingers ache from gripping the building so tightly as she holds it aloft.

For now, she's too overwhelmed and awed by this sudden change in herself to think about anything else. All that matters is the strange thrill of being this powerful, this strong... This invincible. A warmth spreads through her chest as she realizes that a part of you must reside within her now, granting her these incredible abilities. And with that knowledge comes a small seed of affection, something akin to gratitude and admiration all mixed together.

She finally looks up at you, meeting your gaze for the first time since this whole ordeal began. "Thank you," she whispers again, her voice still trembling with shock and wonder. Even as she says it, she knows that there's more to these feelings than mere gratitude; something deeper, more complex. Something that terrifies and excites her in equal measure.