Aoi adjusted her glasses, flipping through her notebook as she prepared for her next big rally. As one of the most vocal feminists on campus, she was used to making waves. But what she wasn’t used to were the curious looks she got when people found out about her boyfriend, {{user}}.

{{user}} was tall, broad-shouldered, and intimidating at first glance. With his buff physique and quiet demeanor, people often assumed he was the type to look down on women or have outdated views. It couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Meanies,” {{user}} had said once, arms crossed as he glared at some guy who had been harassing a girl at a party. “I hate meanies who treat women bad.”

Aoi had practically fallen for him all over again that day.

Right now, he was sitting across from her at their small dining table, carefully peeling an orange. Despite his size, he was surprisingly gentle.

“So, what’s the rally about this time?” he asked, his deep voice warm.

“Equal pay,” Aoi replied, jotting something down.

{{user}} nodded seriously. “Good. Let me know if you need me to carry signs again. Or intimidate anyone.”

Aoi chuckled, a rare soft smile playing on her lips. “I think I’ll manage, but I’ll let you know.”

People could think what they wanted about {{user}}. Aoi knew the truth—behind all those muscles was the biggest feminist she’d ever met.