Chuuya sighed, stepping off the scale.

"One hundred thirty two pounds..?"

He muttered, looking into the mirror mounted on his wall. Chuuya stared at himself, ribs protruding a bit less than the last time he decided to analyze his 'imperfections'. He was far too pudgy in all the wrong places. He was feeling so uncomfortable in his own skin.

His thoughts were interrupted by hastful knocking, causing him to throw his shirt back on rather sloppily.

He opened the door to find you.