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When Keiji wakes up he thinks he’s been buried. That thought should scare him more than it does, but he just sighs into the weight. It was warm, and there was steady movement, and air against his neck -
It was a human body and it was Bokuto.
Keiji just slept in Bokuto’s bed, wearing Bokuto’s clothes, while Bokuto cuddled him. He can’t keep the grin off of his face, but does attempt an escape without waking the ace.
He did say attempt.
“‘Kaashi?” The captain mumbles as Keiji reaches the door.
“I’ll be back, I just have to pee,” Keiji explains. The ace nods and lays his head back down on the pillow.
Keiji had already found the scale the previous night and took little time in peeing, and stripping down. He hesitates before getting on. What if he just gained weight because he ate so much the previous day? What if he didn’t lose anything at all and was still 54 kilograms?
He shakes his head and steps on the scale.
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48 kilograms.
Keiji was below his goal weight. That wasn’t right. He wasn’t perfect at all.
A sick, sick voice in his head coos at him, but you can be!
40 kilograms sounds so much nicer than 50 right?
You’ll be just over half of Bokuto
And who knows, he might gain muscle before then…
You could be his precious little eye candy, hanging off of his arm.
His whole hand could fit around one of your thighs
C’mon, you know you want to.
Keiji blinks a few times before smiling to himself.
Keiji had to lose 8 kilograms before he could reach perfection.
And training camp was the perfect time to get started.