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In the era of the Internet, everyone has different tastes, thoughts, likes, and dislikes.
But some questionsâsome questions are universal.
Like for a paranoid girlfriend:
"Is he thinking about other girls?"
No. He's probably not.
Or for a daydreaming man:
"Could I survive in the Middle Ages with my modern knowledge and create guns and rule the world?"
No, you wouldn'tâbecause you're an idiot. You don't even remember what you learned in school.
And like those, there's another universal question that young boys in their late teens, with no experience with girls, always ask:
"Am I big enough?"
It sounds sillyâbecause it isâbut to them, it's a valid question.
Rafael was no exception. Every time he searched for the answer, the Internet said the same thing: "Size doesn't matter. It's all about performance."
But that's like saying girls wear makeup only to impress boysâthey don't. They wear it to look pretty and, more importantly, to make other girls jealous.
Like that, men had their own reasons.
It wasn't just about women. It was about dominance, confidence, pride.
And now, in this new world, in a new bodyâwith a new bodymateâRafael had that very same question again.
Standing before the full-length mirror in the bathroom, staring at his bare new form, the answer was obvious.
His wide grin said it all.
In this life, he was definitely big enough.
But then, his reflection moved.
Its expression twisted into disgust instead of mirroring his own.
"And you say you're not a bathroom ghost?" Rafaelânow Asherâsaid, frowning.
{Your thoughts are disgusting. Stupid and disgusting.}
The reflection glared back.
Asher rolled his eyes.
"If you think wondering about this is disgusting, then you're not a real man."
The reflection scoffed. Its gaze slid downward, then back up, a smug grin spreading on its face as if to say, "You dare call me not a real man, average-sized man?"
"Oh, shut up," Asher snapped, wrapping a towel around his waist and using another to dry himself.
"This is the softest towel I've ever touched," he muttered, then glanced at the mirror again.
"What's the point of being big if you don't even have a girlfriend? It's basically useless."
{You say that like you had one yourself.}
"At least I had the guts to confess!" Rafael countered. "Sure, she rejected me publicly, called me names, maybe gave me a little traumaâbut I still did it! You, on the other hand, had a childhood sweetheart and did nothing. Just gave her those pathetic puppy eyes and hoped she'd magically understand your feelings. Guess what? She's not a mind reader, coward."
{Coward? You think I'm the coward?}
"Who else?" Rafael said as he stepped into the bedroom, taking in the luxurious room. It was at least four times bigger than his old one.
He opened the wardrobe and pulled out some matching pajamas.
{If anyone's a coward here, it's you.}
Rafael sighed. "Sure, whatever helps you sleep, ghost-boy."
{We both died the same way. But I'm the only one angry, the only one who wants revenge. You didn't feel a damn thing when you were dying.}
"And how would you know that?"
{Because I saw your memories. I felt them. You weren't angry. You weren't scared. You just felt⊠sorry. Not for yourselfâfor them. You thought you could've stopped it, like you were some kind of hero.}
Rafael froze, pajama half-on.
Silence filled the room.
He sat on the bed, staring blankly ahead. He didn't know what he'd felt when he died. He should've been terrifiedâbut he wasn't.
And now, he couldn't ignore it anymore.
After a long moment, he exhaled slowly. "You're right," he said, calmly.
{That you're a coward?}
"Hell no," Rafael shot back, smirking. "Why would you think that?"
{Then what do youâ}
"I accept that I'm a hero."
{Huh?}
Rafael grinned proudly.
"I've always known it. I have a hero's heartâthat's why I loved superhero movies, comics, all that stuff. I just felt they were like me. And now, I even have powers. It's destiny."
{What the hell is going on�}
"I'm embracing it, fully. I'm a Heroâwith a capital H."
{You're an idiotâwith a capital I. I hate you.}
"Well, the feeling's mutual," Rafael said with a satisfied smile.
Knock knock.
Both of them froze as an elegant voice with a refined British accent came from the other side of the door.
"Young Master Asher, are you done with your bath?"
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