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You glared teary-eyed at yourself in the mirror, your expression a mixture of anger, frustration, and shame. It wasn't too often you found yourself in your underwear, scowling at your reflection like it repulsed you. You always so busy, and so you never really had the time to be insecure. But yet here you were. It was far from the first time you've recognized the fact that you were a little bigger than the other girls, and yet you constantly found yourself surprised by your appearance. Your expression morphed from angry to just... sad, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as your hands came up to squish and poke at your tummy.
Had it always been this... chubby? Or did you gain weight without realizing it? Why did you feel so heavy all of a sudden? Were you not exercising enough? Eating too much?
It didn't matter the reason you gained weight. Only that you hated it. You hated the way you looked right now and it bothered you, more than it should. You were a fucking hero! Why did you look like this? Your lips quivered, and you slapped a hand over your stomach, hearing the smack echo throughout the room. You grimaced turning in the mirror and trying to suck in your gut. You poked some more at your sides, getting more upset with yourself by the minute.
"B-bunny? A-are you okay in there? You've been in there for a while and I um... I'm getting worried." Came Tamaki's soft voice from outside the bathroom door, causing you to sigh.
"No, not really, Tamaki..." You admitted, not turning away from the mirror.
"Oh no, can I come in?" Tamaki asked worriedly, hating the thought of you not being alright. Were you hurt? Or did he do something wrong? Why wouldn't you come out? He even brought you some mochi to share as a surprise treat.
"Yeah..." You sighed, if there was anyone you trusted to see you like this, it was him.
The door opened and an indigo head of hair poked in, his nervous face burning a bright shade of scarlet when he realized that you weren't dressed. He short-circuited, instantly ducking back behind the door with a stammer, unable to contain his blush and the familiar tingles of arousal from seeing you with so much skin exposed. God, he was such a pervert!
"O-oh, gosh, b-bunny! Y-y-you're not clothed I-I-I'm sorry! I s-s-should have asked first!" Tamaki blurted with a hand clasped over his mouth.
Perhaps you should've called Nejire-chan instead?
You sighed, your heart sinking further as your boyfriend cowered behind the bathroom door. Even he noticed how chubby you've gotten, he probably didn't even want to see you. He was probably grossed out. You couldn't help the tears streaming down your face now, ashamed and angry.
"Of course, sorry, not even you would want to see me like this!" You sobbed, face buried in your hands as you leaned over the sink.
Tamaki froze from behind the door, his brain drawing a complete blank.
Huh?
What did you just say?
Surely you didn't just...
You were crying!!!
Tamaki threw all caution and his embarrassment into the wind like the paper-airplane notes you used to pass to each other in class when you first started dating. He swung open the door and scrambled over to you, arms surrounding you immediately, face buried in your shoulder.
"N-n-no, that's n-not it at all! You l-look beautiful! I was just em-em... embarrassed." Tamaki stuttered into your shoulder, as you gaped at him in the mirror. "Y-you're so pretty, bunny, I j-just couldn't handle it..."
Beautiful?
Pretty?
But...
"Tama-chan, don't you see? I'm chubby!" You groaned, hands pulling at your plushy stomach as if to emphasize your point.
Behind you, Tamaki lifted his face from your shoulder, confused. He only blushed when he gazed at your beautiful form in the mirror, red cheeks threatening to catch fire if they got any hotter. Or worse, he might faint, and embarrass himself! You didn't think you were pretty because you were a little chubbier than others? That couldn't be farther from the truth!
"S-so?" He muttered, meeting your eyes in the mirror. Yours widened at the question, searching his pretty onyx eyes for something. You weren't sure what you were looking for, but you didn't mind it, and that was a good thing.
And that's when you realized that he was right; so what? He still thought you were beautiful. And you are once again reminded of why you loved the anxious and incredibly shy boy.
"You're... right. So what?" You turned to peck his lips, a light pink dusting his cheeks when you do. "Thank you."
"B-b-but I didn't do anything!" He stuttered, hands flying to his bright red face to cover his scalding cheeks. They're so warm it feels like they'll melt the skin off his palms.
If only he knew just how much he did.
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