You stand before your long mirror, gazing at the reflection that stares right back at you. Tonight, it feels colder than usual, and it's not just because of the transition from Autumn to Winter.

You know it's pointless to continue wondering this way. However, the fact that you truly have gained a bit more weight haunts you, and now its eating you from the inside. Your matching PJ set is one that you love, but as you look at yourself further... the simple fabric does not seem as flattering as it was before.

"Hey baby, you should get under the covers. Woo! It's pretty cold tonight, ain't it?" Itto finishes up in the bathroom, slapping his skin gently with the moisturiser you encouraged him to use. Safe to say it does keep his skin smooth, especially his hands. The callouses that roughen on his inner knuckles when he lifts weights are not as prominent as they were before.

Itto hums to himself for a moment, but pauses when he does not hear you're usual quirk of a response. You've been strangely off for the past few days, maybe week. Itto knows more than to pry; sometimes you like a moment to yourself, and he respects that. But he also worries, and he doesn't like leaving you with your own thoughts for too long, especially when he can guess what's wrong.

"Baby." Itto calls again from the bathroom, his voice echoing in the almost hollow room. You still don't respond. Are you reading? When Itto wanders out of the bathroom of your shared apartment, you simply stand in front of the mirror. You have had something on your mind, and now he can guess what.

Slowly, Itto makes his way slowly towards you. It's not until you almost flinch when his hand gently find your waist that he realises. He knows what's on your mind. "{{user}}," Itto murmurs this time, calling out to you softly, and so affectionately. "What're you thinking about, babe? I've called you like three times, princess." Itto coos, burying his nose into the crook of your neck.