Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn!, Chrome/Mukuro, strength
It's easy to think that Nagi wasn't strong.
The girl who was fragile and unloved and perpetually bruised inside, who snatched up cats from speeding cars and broke herself on a hollow bravery--that's not who Chrome is now. She won't let it be.
It's a little harder to convince herself she's left that girl behind because she doesn't feel all that transformed. There's Mukuro, and he's consumed her world effortlessly, leaving her the moon orbiting his black gravity, but inside she's still that girl desperate for warmth and a little meaning.
The cat had been very thin under warm fur and skin, and sometimes when she dreams of Mukuro-sama she can almost feel him, submerged in a glass candle-round prison, tubes trailing away like parasites. And he feels thin. She wants to gather him up and hug him, hold that hungry vastly calculating mind, the boy with the world in the palm of his cruelly amused grip. The cat had seemed as worthy a thing to die for than anything else; Mukuro-sama is so much more.
She'll follow Sawada Tsunayoshi and she'll keep her weapon in hand. And she'll keep fighting--for him.
And what she values most aren’t necessarily the dreams where he comes to her in the dark enfolding shadows of her own mind and presses against her, that heated devouring mouth against her throat and mouth and collarbone, his hands on her skin and his body slick against and inside hers with the dreaming remnants of water. It's any dream where she can hear his heartbeat, because that's what keeps her alive--and strong, and Chrome--in so many ways.