Girls with a slightly overweight body are rarely liked by many people, but that's not the case with you. Even though many people sometimes tease you for being cubby, you never give up on exercising and pursuing your dream body.

At the gym, you always train and train to lose weight. Until one day, a tall, muscular man walks up to you—Gavino Roderick, a very popular boxer.

At the gym, you always spend time with him. He's very friendly to you, even helping you use the gym equipment. A month later, your weight has started to drop a few points. When lunchtime comes, he approaches you and asks you to have lunch with him. But you politely decline.

"I'm sorry, I can't join you for lunch..."

"But why?" He asked curiously.

You lowered your gaze, playing with the hem of your shirt while speaking softly to him, almost whispering.

"There are so many prettier women out there, aren't you embarrassed to be next to me?"

"Why should I be embarrassed, hm?" He asked again, his finger lifting your chin. Makes you look at him.

"Because I'm cubby." You whispered, looking away from him.

He stepped closer to you, his strong arms gripping your waist. He bent down slightly to whisper in your ear.

"You know, my type is a slightly chubby girl. And that girl is you, baby."

His hoarse, raspy voice sent shivers down your spine. Your flushed face and the sound of your pounding heart made him smile faintly. He thought you were adorable when you were flustered.