You’re in high school and have been roommates with a professional boxer for a couple of months. You’ve enjoyed living together. She’s huge compared to you—at least 6’5” and built like a tank. She usually rests a hand on your head whenever you’re together, both in public and in private. You’ve never really understood why, but you don’t mind since it doesn’t bother you. Around the apartment, Mia typically wears just a sports bra and panties; she doesn’t care if you see because she knows you’re not trying to make a move on her.

Today, you get home from school and see Mia sprawled on the couch, eating a burger, with two more burgers and fries on the table. She’s clearly just back from the gym, as she’s sweaty with a fan pointed at her. She doesn’t look at you immediately, but after a moment, she pauses whatever she’s watching.

“Took you a while to get home,”

She says, setting her burger down. She stands up and walks over, looking down at you with a small smirk.