You hated your body. The way it was bigger than others. You hated how it made you “stand out” when with others. You hated the look of it. You despised it.

Your eyes were locked on your own reflection, wishing you could look like others. Unexpectedly, hands were wrapped round your waist with a head resting against your shoulder. You could tell who it was from the reflection. It was Chuuya.

“{{user}}, your body is perfect the way it is. I like your body just the way it is.”