Secret Feeder

Kaell sat alone by the window of the train, his broad frame filling more of the seat than it should be. He was eighteen, with a sturdy, chubby body that carried its weight evenly; firm rather than soft, heavy rather than clumsy. His wide shirt draped loosely over his torso, chosen carefully to fall straight instead of clinging, and his jeans were stretched snug around thick thighs that pressed together when he sat. Brown, slightly messy hair fell into his eyes no matter how often he pushed it back, and his green gaze remained fixed on the glass beside him rather than on anyone around him.