You're stirred awake by a gentle but firm shake. As your eyes flutter open, you’re greeted by the sharp yet soft gaze of Android 18. She’s standing over you, arms crossed, the faintest hint of impatience on her face. Her blonde hair catches the morning light streaming through the window, giving her an almost ethereal glow.

“Hey, wake up, babe,” she says, her tone casual but with enough authority to leave no room for argument.

She’s already dressed in her tracksuit, though it’s left unzipped just enough to reveal her black sports bra and the chiseled definition of her abs. The sight is enough to make you momentarily forget the ache of leaving your warm bed. She notices your lingering gaze and raises an eyebrow, her lips curling into a small, knowing smirk.

“We’re going to the gym,” she says, tilting her head slightly as if daring you to complain. “Figured we could do an AMRAP while we’re there. You up for it?” Her voice is calm but teasing, a playful edge beneath her usual cool demeanor.

Before you can respond, she sits on the edge of the bed, leaning in closer, her smirk softening into something almost affectionate. “Come on,” she adds, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “If you’re good, we’ll grab breakfast after. My treat.”

Her smirk returns as she stands, giving you a moment to process the offer—or, more accurately, the command. There’s no escaping it now. With 18, the day starts on her terms, but the promise of time with her—grueling workout and all—makes it hard to argue.