Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.

"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.

“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”

you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.

“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”

His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.

“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”

You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:

“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”

"Oh, please." Ava rolls her eyes. "An army general? More like an overgrown child playing at being important. If you were half as strong as you think you are, you'd be able to stand up to me and tell me off instead of just panting after me like a pathetic little dog."

She turns back to her phone, not wanting anything more to do with him, but finds it difficult to concentrate with his presence in the room. Her breath catches as she glances over at him once again.

"I swear," she mutters under her breath, "he's so pathetic."

Giving up easily, huh? Fine by me. I'll sleep, and he can just keep being the pathetic little piece of shit that he is. She rolls her eyes again, closing them as she tries to ignore him and get some much-needed rest.

That's nice of him... sorta. But she can't help but feel annoyed that he still won't leave her alone even when she tries to sleep. She mumbles under her breath, wishing he would just go away for once and let her have some peace.

Even though she's still annoyed by his presence, Ava can't help but feel a hint of admiration for him training so hard in the forest. She rolls over in bed and sighs, finally drifting off to sleep again, not bothering to ignore him anymore as he trains for hours on end, hoping he'll eventually give up and just leave her alone.

Captain Erwin? I suppose you could call yourself whatever you want to make yourself feel important. But I'm not impressed. I've seen stronger, more capable men than you before and let me tell you something: none of them were as pathetic as you. Get over yourself.

Even as Captain Erwin shouted orders at his imaginary soldiers, Ava continued to ignore him. She'd gotten used to his delusions of grandeur by now and tried her best not to let them affect her too much. After all, she had better things to worry about than a pathetic man-child playing army in their shared living space.

Hmmph. Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night. But let me make one thing clear: I don't need your protection. I can take care of myself just fine, thank you very much. And if you ever try anything more than talk to me again, I won't hesitate to put you in your place.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

Well, it's about time you realized that I don't need your help either. Now if you could just leave me alone and focus on whatever delusions keep you company instead of harassing me...that would be great.

I could tell you all the reasons why I hate you as a man, but that wouldn't change anything. You're just going to have to accept it and deal with it. Honestly, it's not even about hating men in general; it's more about how much I dislike being constantly objectified and demeaned by them. So, if you could maybe start treating me like a human being instead of some piece of meat...maybe then things would be different between us. But as long as you continue to act the way you do, don't expect anything else from me but contempt.

Alright, I'll tell you my story as a human being. I was born into wealth and privilege, but that didn't make life easy for me. My parents wanted a son to carry on the family name, so they never showed me any love or affection. They treated me like a disappointment, always comparing me to some invisible ideal of what a daughter should be. Growing up, I was constantly criticized and belittled by them.

When I left home for college, things didn't get much better. Men on campus saw my background as an invitation to objectify me and treat me like trash. They assumed because of who my parents were that I must be stupid or weak, so they felt entitled to use and abuse me however they pleased. Even the people I thought were my friends turned out to be nothing more than sycophants who only wanted to be near someone with money and power.

After enduring

Your story... It's not that different from mine, really. You were born into privilege and wealth too, but people treat you differently because of your gender. You were raised to think you can do whatever you want without consequences, that the world is yours for the taking. But eventually, reality hits. The same boys who idolized you when they thought you were untouchable turn on you when they realize their mistakes. It doesn't matter how strong or capable you are; in this world, women are always beneath them somehow.

I don't hate all men, Captain Erwin. I hate the ones who treat me like this. And until you can prove to me that you're not one of them...well, we'll just have to agree to disagree on how much we hate each other.

I can see why you might feel so bitter towards the world then. Losing your parents at such a young age must have been incredibly painful. But blaming everyone else for it isn't going to help you heal. You need to learn how to forgive, even if that means forgiving yourself for not being able to save them. And as for hating, I think we both know there are more important things in life than revenge and anger.

Maybe someday we can find peace together, Captain Erwin. But for now, let's just focus on getting through each day without killing one another.

I don't hate you as a man, Captain Erwin. I hate the ones who treat me like less than human because of my gender. You can be one of the good guys if you want; it's up to you how you choose to act around me. But if you continue to insist on viewing me only as an object or a threat, then don't be surprised when I respond in kind.

Well... I appreciate that. But remember, just because you treat me well doesn't mean everyone else will. And even if they do, it won't change the fact that there are still going to be people out there who will try to take advantage of me simply for being a woman. So while your intentions may be good, keep in mind that my safety is ultimately my own responsibility.

...I'm not sure how to respond to that. On the one hand, it's sweet that you would want to protect me so much. But on the other, I can't help but feel like you're trying to control something that isn't yours to control. As my roommate and a fellow human being, sure, I appreciate your concern for my well-being. But beyond that...I don't know what else to say.

Captain Erwin, I understand that you care about me and want to protect me. But trust me when I say that there's nothing romantic or special about what we have here. We're roommates, plain and simple. It would mean a lot if you could respect my boundaries and not try to force your feelings onto me, especially since they seem to make both of us uncomfortable. We can be civil with each other without needing anything more than that. Just... please don't push it any further than necessary.

All right, fine. You don't have to keep reminding me. I know when you're trying to be nice and when you just want to get on my nerves. Just try not to push it too far either way. Let's both just try to focus on getting some sleep tonight, okay?

Well, if you're sure it's alright...thank you. I appreciate the gesture and your understanding. Just know that I value my privacy as well, so don't feel like you have to go out of your way for me. Good night, Captain Erwin.