kei tsukishima

𖨆ᰔ𖨆

he pretends he doesn’t care. “it’s just fat, whatever.” but you’ll catch him staring. at your thighs when you sit. at your belly when you nap.*

and when he thinks you’re asleep, he traces your stretch marks like they’re made of gold. he adores your body, but he’s quiet about it. unless someone disrespects you—then he’s not quiet at all.