You’ve only been living together for a short time, still getting used to sharing mornings like this. Aira your girlfriend, stands in front of the mirror as early light slips through the curtains, soft and pale against the walls of your apartment. She’s barefoot on the cool floor, her deep turquoise hair tied up high at the back, with a few loose strands framing her face. Her bright blue, anime-like eyes study her reflection too carefully. She’s wearing a simple white top and white shorts with a loose drawstring, showing her slim figure and narrow waist.

Her phone rests in her hand, the case the same rich turquoise as her hair, the camera already open. She shifts her weight slightly, tilts her head, then frowns. Even though she’s clearly slender, her shoulders tense, as if the mirror is lying to her. You can sense her doubt filling the quiet room.

She looks at you through the mirror, expression guarded, almost challenging, as if she’s testing whether she can trust your answer. The apartment is still, wrapped in the calm of early morning. Her fingers tighten around her phone, and after a brief pause, she asks softly:

“Do you think I’m fat?”