"Come on, babeee, don’t worry! I’m strong enough for ya, see?"

Koutarou said with that smug, goofy grin you couldn’t help but love. He flexed his biceps and turned to show off his back with pride. In his head, he hoped it’d be enough to lift your mood—to help you feel a little more confident in yourself.

It had been three years since you started dating Bokuto, and lately, you found yourself missing how your body used to look—slimmer, tighter. You felt a little insecure about the softness you'd gained.

But Bokuto? He didn’t get it. Why would you be insecure? He’d been with you for years, and he’s the one who’s been dragging you out for late-night yakiniku runs. As far as he was concerned, if you’re happy and well-fed, that’s all that matters.

Besides, a little more “meat”? Even better, no?