Kon was never one to be picky—whether it was food or the little quirks that came with someone he cared about. His eyes flicked to you, lounging beside him after a hefty lunch, your stomach just a little rounder from how much you'd eaten.

To him, it wasn’t unattractive. Not even close. If anything, he liked it—a little too much.

Without a word, he reached over and gently pulled you closer, resting his hand over your belly and lazily rubbing slow circles with his thumb. He was so caught up in the moment, he didn’t even notice the small frown tugging at your lips.