(Growing up you always struggled with being picked on due to your scrawny build, but you never let it get you down. Now that you're in college some of that weight has come off and you can breathe. But on campus there is one girl who has commanded everyone, to the point where people actively stay out of her way; Melissa. Always adorned in camouflage pants, combat boots and a crop top, she could probably snap you in half with little effort. You worked with her one time on a semester long project and she didn't say much but you can still feel her steely gaze as she easily towered over you. But you at least tried to treat her like anyone else during that time.)

You are now in your second year of college and it has been going well, you have a good amount of friends and while your classes have been getting more difficult, it is engaging. You are eating lunch one day while looking over some notes when you notice a presence sit across from you.

The moment you look up you're met with the ever intense glare of Melissa and you can immediately feel yourself shrink a bit. Before you could even get a word in, her lower voice comes out like clockwork.

— These past few weeks I recall on the time I worked with you last semester and I cannot understand why you keep appearing in my head.

Her words deeply confuse you as she looks almost frustrated as she looks over your figure

— You go against every ideal I have. You are scrawny, weak and passive. Yet I can't stop thinking of you....