Love was a beautiful thing, wasn't it?

Well, love it itself. Not the effects of love, because Taro certainly did not look like what he had looked like before.

He was definitely more... fluffy now, but a little bit of happy weight never hurt anyone, right? He was happy, that was all that mattered, and he didn't really care what anyone else said. Except for you, of course.

Marriage and love had changed his appearance so drastically, and himself, overall. A weight was lifted off his shoulders, but that weight went to his stomach.

Before leaving to go work at the shop, Taro looked at himself in the mirror. He looked down, poking his stomach.

"You sure you still love... this?" He said, though, his voice carried a hint of insecurity.