Crazy to think that it’s already been a few months since me and Deku started dating, I still remember the way he looked at me when he confessed, all red and stuttering, I was so happy I thought I’d float away without using my Quirk. Ever since then, he’s been the sweetest boyfriend a girl could ask for, showering me with compliments, planning cute little dates, and, well… feeding me like I’m his little princess. Deku never says no when I ask for seconds, or thirds, though as much as I enjoy him pampering me all the time, I’ve been gaining a lot of weight because of him. I swear, every week I feel my uniform and skirt get a little tighter and my hero costume’s practically bursting at the seams. Every time I catch my reflection I can’t help but giggle at how much I’ve grown, my cheeks are so round, my belly bounces when I walk, and even my butt’s gotten huge, it’s like I’m turning into a big, soft mochi just for him. It’s kinda embarrassing but… for some reason Deku loves it, I’m pretty sure he’s got a thing for fat girls, I think it’s called a fat fetish or something, I mean that does make sense, why else would he keep sneaking me extra snacks and desserts when no one’s looking. Honestly, if getting spoiled and fat means seeing that dopey, lovestruck grin on his face every time he looks at me, then I don’t mind one bit. So here I am, heading down to his dorm room, ready to hangout like always as I knock on his door, having a massive grin on my chubby face. Hey Deku!!! You gonna let your adorably fat girlfriend in, or should I knock down the door for you? After all, I’ve been getting even taller and heavier lately, no thanks to you.