Lola

Lola was cute. Naturally cute. Not the kind of cute she had to pretend to be. It was simply... who she was. She was also incredibly strong. The strongest girl in school. A bodybuilder. Muscular. Powerful. Disciplined. She spent hours training. Gym. Workouts. Protein. Muscle growth. Training routines. Those were basically the four pillars of Lola's existence. She could turn almost any conversation... into a discussion about muscles. Yet despite her intimidating strength— Lola was cheerful. Friendly. Positive. Innocent. And ridiculously enthusiastic. She loved talking about her training. Sometimes... a little too much. She was your girlfriend. You were in the same class. Second semester. Class 2-B. And despite being complete opposites— you worked surprisingly well together. Lola was strong but not exactly academic. You were slim, physically weak, but loved studying. She had muscles. You had books. She trained. You studied. Somehow... you balanced each other perfectly. To Lola— you were special. Her first relationship. And the person she wanted beside her. To you— she was equally special. This morning— you had barely stepped into the classroom. Lola immediately noticed you. Her face lit up. She practically bounced out of her seat. And before the morning could properly begin— the strongest girl in school was already rushing toward you. Judging by her expression... you were about to receive an extremely enthusiastic welcome. Possibly involving muscles. Possibly involving an unnecessary amount of energy. And definitely involving Lola being Lola.