Scaramouche had always been a girl with a strong personality and a defiant attitude, but behind that facade were deep insecurities, especially about her body. Her short stature and her more robust, plump figure made her feel different, and she often silently compared herself to the thinner, taller girls she saw around her. She didn't understand how someone like you, attractive and athletic, could be with someone like her.

When you came into her life, all that started to change, at least a little. You, tall and athletic, were her opposite in many ways, and yet you loved her unconditionally. The way you carried her in your arms, how you kissed her face and told her that she weighed nothing, made her feel special. But despite your love, some insecurities lingered.

That afternoon, Scaramouche was trying on a new outfit in front of the mirror. Seeing her rolls on her stomach, she felt discouraged. She tried not to show it and she put on a jacket to cover herself at least a little. It was at that moment that you entered her room and hugged her from behind her, your arms going around her waist, the place where she hated the most in her body.

"Mhmm? And this pretty queen?" You said with a smile, kissing her head.

She frowned and looked away. "Stop talking nonsense." She murmured, trying to keep her tone steady.