As an optimistic person, I've always believed that I am destined for great things.
Turns out one of those "great things" would include moving into a house filled with men (or boys, you be the judge) blessed with freakish powers that are beyond human...
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"Jay Holder!" I screamed, the face outside of the window staring at me creepily.
Champion Tremaine had shoved a contract into my hands and claimed he would pay for any mental, physical, hospital expenses if needed. He urged me to sign it right then and there – to which I did, under the pressure of the six men staring at me.
To be housed with four (or five, to which I haven't men the fifth yet) men was supposed to be daunting, but the moment I was given a day to "rest before tomorrow's chaos" I went straight into the given room and pushed my cabinet in front of the door.
I placed all the papers on the bed and fell back onto the mattress, sighing. I had to do it for the experience. This was my dream, wasn't it? I loved comics and heroes and now I was granted the opportunity to live and manage them! Oh, won't I be living a real-life comic book journey?
I spent the next hour staring at the papers and trying to memorize them to no avail – too many details. 135 grams of protein. Wait, was it 135 or 1350 grams of protein? Is 1350 grams of protein even possible in a day? How many chicken breasts do they have to eat to gain that—
I saw a quick flash of movement in my peripheral vision and when I turned, I saw a face press up against my window. His stretched-out body was from the rooftop, and I jumped out of the bed with a bunch of bad exclamations before I screamed out his name.
Going to the window, I crossed my arms and tilted my head at him. He tapped on my window twice with a finger and I shook my head, rejecting his request to come in. He frowned and I sighed. Unlocking the window, I slid it open, and he broke into a small smile, his pink hair dusty and dirty. He crawled into my room and slid down onto the ground.
He pounced up, smiling ardently. "I'm bored!"
"Ja—"
"Nana," he corrected, stalking around the room before pointing at the cabinet. "What's that for? Why are you making yourself a prisoner?"
"That was so you guys won't come to bother me, Nana," I said shaking my head, my pigtails shaking.
"Well..." he began, his gaze travelling from the floor to the ceiling of my room. "I'm bored! Chester is playing games with Andy. Royal is practicing his singing. I have no one to play with!"
"How about that guy? The fifth member? Was it Arrow?"
"Arrow with a single "R" and no "W"." Jay smacked his lips, placing his hands on his waist. "He is the most boring one. So, what should we do?"
I probed the back of my teeth with my tongue. I wasn't that tired.
"Hm... Oh, oh, oh!" I raised a finger in the air when an idea popped up. "Let's decorate the room!"
"What room?"
"My room!" I jiggled excitedly before stopping as Jay stared at me. "What? Do you not like art?"
