I heard a knock on the door. Three faint taps. I got up from the couch and moaned as I groggily walked towards my dorm's door. It was currently night time, so I had no clue why someone would try to talk to me so late in the evening.

Abruptly opening the door, I saw Chihiro standing on right in front of me. She was wearing a shaky smile, looking a bit nervous. "You ok, kid?" I asked her.

Blushing a bit, Chihiro said, "Y-yeah… I was a bit scared, so I came to talk to you."

I chuckled a bit. "Come on in," I said, motioning for Chihiro to come inside my little dorm.

Chihiro sat at the foot of my bed, twiddling her thumbs. "I… I need to tell you something," Chihiro started, "I… Well, I'm… No. I want to become stronger."

Blushing madly, Chihiro tried to hide her face. I felt like Chihiro was hiding something from me, but I decided to let it pass. "Well… That's cool with me, kiddo. Want to go to the gym now?" I asked, knowing that I should try to be as supportive as possible.

Chihiro flashed a huge, toothy grin and wrapped her arms around me. I smiled a bit and patted her head. "Meet me infront of the gym, okay?" I asked Chihiro.

Once she had agreed, she scurried off to get ready. I stripped and quickly pulled on some sweatpants and a white tank top. I strolled through the school, and arrived at the gym, seeing Chihiro was already there. "And I thought girls took forever to get ready!" I joked with a hearty chuckle, though this seemed to offend Chihiro.

I led Chihiro into the men's gym, and showed her all the equipment. Chihiro looked extremely nervous. "What is it, kiddo? There is nothing to worry about, you don't need to work on any of the harder machines at first…" I told him.

"That's… That's not it…" Chihiro whispered. "I… I'm a boy!" He exclaimed quickly, like ripping off a bandaid.

I stood there, shocked. "Wh-why do you dress like a chick?! Not… Not that it's bad," I said, trying not to offend his lifestyle.

"Well… Ever since I was a child, I was very ill. I never got exercise, and so I naturally got weak. I was always so ashamed of my lack of strength, everyone continuously mistook me for a girl… So, I decided that I might as well hide behind girl clothes. Conform to what others thought of me, running away from my problems. Remember the motivation? An embarrassing secret? Well, mine was that I crossdress. I decided that it was time for me to face my problems, instead of running away…" Chihiro tried to explain.

I couldn't believe Chihiro. My blood was pulsing with jealously. How could Chihiro have the strength to face his problems? I was bigger, stronger, more powerful… Why couldn't I face mine. "F… Fuck! What's your deal, anyway? You are weak!" I screamed, holding my head with my hands.

Chihiro looked at me with a stunned face. "O-Oowada-san… C-calm down," Chihiro stammered.

"No! You aren't strong, you will never be strong! I am strong!" I yelled, my eyes filled with rage.

I grabbed a heavy dumbbell and swung it as hard as I could into Chihiro's skull, bashing it once, proving I was the stronger one. Chihiro went limp and crumbled to the floor. The life drained from his pretty little hazel eyes.

"Wh-what… What have I done…" I whispered under my breath.

I quickly looked at the dumbbell I carried. Dropping in in fear, my eyes widened and breath quickened. Was I really so insecure that I felt it was necessary to kill a defenseless boy that trusted me? I was a truly disgusting being.

"Chihiro… You truly are strong, much stronger than me…" I whispered as I stroked the now lifeless body.