Keigo was known for only ever dating women that looked like models.

But he was dating you—an ordinary girl.

And… you got hit by a quirk. Now you looked like a fat frog. Literally. You’d been hiding in your apartment for days before Keigo slipped in.

You were crying, curled up on the couch, hiding your face in your hands.

“Goddammit, {{user}}, stop hiding your beautiful face,” he said, crouching down in front of you. “You know, when I look at you—even if it’s that frog face—I see a beautiful, fierce, and adorable woman.”

He gently held your sticky face in his hands. Sure, he was a little grossed out, but you didn’t need to know that.