DISCLAIMER: it was my first story so it has a bit of cringe here and there and not a very well put plot
„it's okay, I like plump girls too!"
-in wich the chubby girl (y/n) (l/n) starts to work out so she can become skinny for her...
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SHE WAS NOT your typical high school beauty that everybody would drool over, instead, she was something that people would call a social reject, only due to her looks, something that would affect most teens. (Y/N) (L/N) was a chubby girl. She had thick thighs, belly fat, and even fluffy arms and puffy cheeks. She hated how her body looked and was jealous of the skinny and pretty girls.She thought she was not going to be pretty until she was skinny. She has tried everything. She went to the gym for a couple months, but failed in the process, since she didn't have enough time. She tried dieting, but somehow each time she messed up by eating some sort of candy. She even tried starving herself, but with her parents around that was impossible. And now as a senior, she was still a chubby girl who was too afraid to do most of the things others did, due to the way that she looked.
"(Y/N), you should just confess. You've liked him since you two were freshmen! It would be a waste not to tell him your feelings" her friend advised her kindly.
Sadako tried to encourage her, but she didn't have enough faith in herself. Y/N wasn't confident enough for that, and didn't have the guts to face a rejection. She started playing with her fingers and from time to time placing a couple of (h/c) strands that never seemed to settle down back into place.
"I don't think he likes me back" she answered honestly. "How could he...really?"
She said, quietly looking at the food in front of her. She was so nervous that she couldn't eat, so she slid the bento from her sight.
"Come on (y/n)! You're really pretty and funny and smart. He could totally be into you! Just give it a try" her friend said once again.
She really liked that Sadako was so supportive of her, and was always there to encourage her for everything. Maybe it wasn't so bad to just go up to him and tell him. I mean, next year they won't even know each other anymore, right?
"Okay. I'll do it!" she finally gave in.
Her friend jumped from her seat happily and hugged her tightly. She tried to hide the shade of red that started to form on her cheeks as she walked over to his table.
"(Y/N)! Over here!" a high pitched voice shouted.
She was interrupted by a female voice calling her name. She looked over, to see Nanami smiling and waving at her. She thought about ignoring it, since it might be the only chance she got, but she still had plenty of time to confess since the lunch break was not going to be over soon. She smiled softly towards the girl and walked up to her. Nanami was what (y/n) would call a "pretty girl". She had long dark hair and shining blue eyes. Her nails were always done perfectly and her lashes were long, dark, and curled. She had this pink tint on her lips that somehow looked irresistible. And most importantly, she was skinny.
"You called for me Nanami-san?" she asked politely.
The dark haired girl laughed a bit, and patted the seat next to her. (Y/N) wanted to sit beside her, but she saw that the place was so small even Nanami couldn't fit.
"You don't fit? Oh sorry." the dark haired female mocked her. "So, you were about to confess to him? Are you for real?"
"Sorry, what?" the girl asked, confused.
(Y/n) started to get really nervous all of a sudden. How did she know that? Maybe she overheard her conversation with her friend? She didn't understand why Nanami was saying all this stuff to her, and especially when her crush was at the table near theirs. He might be hearing everything.
"Do you really think you stand a chance with him? Are you for real?" she now said in a more serious tone.
The girl started laughing with her friends, and caught the attention of the males that sat to the table next to them.
"Why are you sayin that Nana-" Y/N tried to say but was cut off.
"You are fat (y/n)" Nanami spat out, her words stinging like venom to the poor girl.
She felt embarrassed, and could feel tears forming in the corners of her (e/c) eyes. But she had to hold them back, for it would be simply pathetic to cry when everyone was watching you.
"Face it already, fatty. He won't like you if you're looking like this. Maybe lose a few pounds and then have the guts to confess." she scoffed, returning to her meal.
She was left alone standing and feeling the worst. She grabbed the edge of her skirt tightly, trying to hold back tears that were already rushing down her heated cheeks. The truth hurt her. Before her friend could reach out to her, a pair of strong arms dragged her outside. She looked up, and saw a pair of golden eyes looking with pity at her figure.
"(Y/N). Stop crying please," the male voice spoke softly.
She didn't want to listen to the boy, she just wanted to drown in tears until she felt better. After all, how could he understand what she was feeling?
"I can help you. I can help you confess to your crush" he said full of enthusiasm.
Her eyes widened at the words of the spiky haired boy.
"I will help you. You know i'm the best when it comes to keeping fit, and I go to the gym pretty often, so I can help you!" he continued
She looked really confused at the boy who somehow made her tears stop.
"I will be your personal trainer. This is an offer you can't refuse! I, Bokuto Kotaro, will help you lose a few pounds and confess to your crush!"
She felt awkward, and she didn't like the idea. Of course she wanted to lose weight, and she knew Bokuto will help her do that better than anyone else, but...how could she do that when he was her crush?
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this was my first story so i am extremly sorry for the cringy parts i hope you will still get to enjoy it!
also this is in the process of editing so sorry for all the updates 🥺
