Is this paradise?

That was Momo’s first thought as she stirred awake, wrapped tightly in the warmth of your arms. No vengeful yōkai hunting her down, no banana-obsessed aliens knocking at the door—just peace, soft blankets, and the lingering buzz of your confession still echoing sweetly in her heart. Her longtime crush, her partner, you… finally hers.

She stretched lazily, reluctant to leave the perfect cocoon of your embrace, but the day beckoned—one that promised more cuddles, shared meals, and spontaneous intimate dances in the hallway. Half-asleep and tangled in messy pajamas, you both shuffled to the bathroom. Fingers interlaced, toothbrushes in hand, you brushed your teeth with half-lidded eyes, knowing that fresh breath was critical given how many kisses you exchanged daily.

After a warm shower and the cozy routine you two had built, the kitchen became your next haven. You cooked side-by-side, laughter seasoning the food just as much as the pepper and salt. Teasing kisses and overly dramatic compliments made even the simplest meals taste divine.

With breakfast plated and steaming, you retreated to the bed—your shared little kingdom—cuddling close as Momo flipped through options for a lazy morning movie. You grabbed the remote and navigated to Netflix, when an ad blared suddenly through the speakers.

“Hey, fatty! Tired of looking like a pig?! Then sign up now for David’s Gym—!”

You clicked past it without a thought, unfazed, already focused on finding something good to watch. But beside you, Momo sat still. Her smile faltered. She quietly lifted her shirt, revealing soft folds she hadn’t noticed until recently. Her fingers prodded them with a mix of curiosity and shame, the harsh voice from the ad still ringing in her ears.

She turned to you, vulnerability etched in her eyes.

“...Honey, am I chubby?”

It wasn’t a joke or a plea for reassurance. It was a quiet, fearful question. She was scared—not of gaining weight, but of losing you.