Chubby Reader FanFics

Bokuto Kotaro - Note

Author's note: Please read until the end. I love y'all. Also, the fanart above isn't mine. Let's give thanks to the artist of the photo whom I believe called Ina because she/he is creating wonderful pictures.

Reader's Point of View

I woke up with my eyes still shut due to the blinding light that passed through the curtains of the window. A yawn escaped my lips as I slowly sat up from the bed only to notice that the other side of it is empty. I looked around the room to find the presence of my husband missing the warmth of his body. Yet, it was void of any familiar figure only he possess. Worry began to wash over me as I continued searching for him. I walk to the bathroom, carefully listening if there are droplets of water pouring down the tiled floor or a sound of his voice only him could emit but silence welcomed me as I opened the door.

At this point, I was wondering where my handsome partner is. He isn't a morning person yet he got up early. He would usually stay in bed snuggling his face onto the crook of my neck. He is definitely taller than me and him being the big spoon is already obvious. Though, he would like to be pampered frequently and be a big baby. He would sometimes like to be cuddled up in my arms as he said they are soft and comfortable. He would also cling in my waist while he nestled in my chest or stomach terming it as his 'personal pillow'. Everytime he wakes up first, he would stare at me while tracing my facial features. He would also comb my (h/l) (h/c) hair using his slender fingers while he gazed lovingly.

The reminisce of our daily interactions in bed abruptly stopped when I remembered that I should continue looking for him. I peeked in the living room but he was not there. I started my journey to the kitchen while I call him using the endearment I love to utter.

"Bo... Bo, where are you?"

There was no response. I reached the kitchen and saw a note sticked by a magnet on the refrigerator. I have a bad feeling about this. As I close the distance between myself and the note, the anxiety I'm feeling got heavier. I picked the note and discerned that it is Kotaro's penmanship. I read every word in the message he wrote.

This is not working (Y/n).

- Bo

It was short yet it weighed heavy in my chest. I can't believe it. I thought he loved me. Was he tired of people questioning his standards because he dated a fat girl like me? Did he got tired of me complaining and crying out my insecurities? My tears continuously fall from my eyes and stride at my cheeks.

Despite of my legs completely shaking, I gathered my strength and walked to the bathroom. I stared at the mirror. I'm a complete mess. I can only curse right now. Damn it. He made me feel loved. He took away my insecurities, building up my confidence but he was the one who completely broke it down. I hate my face. I hate my body. There's nothing attractive to my personality. I'm a trash. Why is the world so unfair? It's so cruel to people who doesn't have any talent or beauty. I don't blame him for leaving me though. I can see my reflection and I'm slapped by the harsh truth that I am not beautiful or sexy in any part. I have fat legs. I have a round stomach. My (s/c) skin isn't clear like others. My face isn't attractive. I'm completely broken.

Why did he have to leave without saying a word? If he really wanted to stop all of this, he could have talked to me. It doesn't make the pain any lesser but I could've understand. I gave my best to love him but I guess it's not enough to complement with my flaws. I already know what's the reason but I want to hear it from him. I need it. Despite of this, I still hope that this isn't true. I need to talk to him. I pulled myself together and got out of the bathroom. My hand shaked as I reached my phone that is placed on the night stand. I scanned through my contacts and tap the call button. Still panting from the constant crying, I waited but he didn't answered. It only ringed for a few seconds. I tried calling him again but to no avail, he didn't picked up his phone.