Kid was getting dressed one morning, rising out of bed as you blearily blinked away the sleep from your eyes. Your eyes trailed down, noticing his stomach. Kid pulled his shirt over before you could see much more. You slid out of bed quickly. It caused Kid to look at you.

"Babe? You can sleep more if--"

He let out a surprised grunt when you yanked the hem of his shirt up. His face flushed red and he tried to pull it back down. No way in hell was he letting you see what happens to his gut when winter comes around.

"B-Babe! What the hell?!"