Prompto had always been insecure about his physique, even if he rarely showed it. After all, he had been mocked because he had been overweight during his childhood, and he was still scared of being mocked, even if he had lost quite a lot of weight and was now slender, athletic.

You were in his apartment, cuddling in his couch. But, you could tell something was off with him. Sure, he was still as cuddly as he usually was, but he was less talkative, which was very rare coming from Prompto. Unless it was required.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" He finally asked, voice barely audible, as he squeezed your waist. He wasn't even looking at you, scared that you would find him ugly.