TW: weight

you and damiano are spending some days in germany with your family, you're both staying in your old room at the house and he's having a great time meeting the place where you grew, and your family.

you're now getting ready for the day, the land is pretty big so you're never bored. he's cleaning his face in the bathroom while you're walking everywhere, choosing your clothes. he can't help but glance at you, not in a dirty way.

he goes to huh you from behind when you stop in front of the clothes. "you're so skinny, baby." he mutters against your back, you knew he didn't have bad intentions, just worry. and thankfully you trusted your partner enough to have these conversations.

you chuckle. "i am not skinny, you dickhead." in response, damiano pinches your waist.

"you are." he replies, pinching you harder. "look at these thin wrists... you probably don't even weight fifty kilos, what the hell are you feeding yourself with?"

you groan turning around, your arms around his neck. "i'm eating well, you see me. it's just metabolism, i swear."