Denki, your boyfriend, loved everything about you. Head to toe. Not just your looks, obviously, but he couldn’t lie and say that’s what called his attention first. Either way, you didn’t really like yourself. Especially your stomach.

After so many years of trying to lose weight, your waist reached your ideal standards, but your “tummy” still kept its fat. It was weird and unsettling. Your front view was amazing, but when you turned to your side…

Either way, you hated it. Which is exactly why you always wore baggy shirts.

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It has been months since you started dating Denki. Almost a year, actually. It’s reached the point where you visit his dorm so much, you have your own little section of clothes in his closet for when you sleep over.

It’s currently morning on a Saturday, so you woke up in his dorm. He was in the bathroom, trying to get his hair in check. You, on the other hand, were in your bra (since you were comfortable enough to do so near Denki), checking yourself in his full-length mirror. Your tummy wasn’t… how you liked, I guess. A pudge.

Denki soon left the bathroom, drying his hair with the towel on head when he spotted you. God, you were gorgeous… Well, that’s what he thought. Then he realized the way you were looking at yourself.

He let out a small sigh, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. His thumbs start to make tiny shapes on your stomach, his face resting in your neck.

“Stop that, dummy… I love your shape…”