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you hear the front door open.
“baby, i’m home!” your over energetic boyfriend shouts down the hallway. “you here?” he asks.
“yea, i’m in our room, love.” you call back to him. you hear his footsteps padding down the hallway.
“y/n, i missed you at practice!” he whines, while attempting to hug you. he pouts when his efforts are stopped.
“koutarou, please go shower, then i promise i will give you all the hugs and kisses you want. okay babe?” you offer. he grins.
“fine, but your showering with me y/n!” he says, while scooping you up and carrying you to the bathroom, bridal style. you just giggle at your boyfriends antics.
he practically rips his clothes off before jumping in the shower, attempting to get the water the perfect temperature, which of course is just where you like it.
“come on y/n, what’s taking so long?” he asks above the sound of the water.
you’re currently examining yourself in the mirror, poking and squeezing your bare stomach that your boyfriend seemed to love so much. it was dotted with hickeys, and you wondered why he liked your stomach of all parts of you.
“sorry baby, just wiping off some makeup. i’ll be in in a sec.” you answer him. you shake your head in the mirror and took the last of your clothes off, stepping into the shower with your boyfriend.
he grabs your jaw and kisses you hard on the mouth almost immediately. you kiss him back, today had been a long day, and he had practiced later than usual, resulting in him coming home later.
he broke the kiss and stared into your eyes, lust showing in his. “i love you so much, y/n. i love your eyes, they say what you won’t.” he moves to kiss you on your temple. “i love your smart brain, you work so hard and your so good at what you do.”
he kisses your neck, and you moan a little. “i love this, you make the cutest sounds when i kiss it.” he squats down to kiss your stomach.
“and this, this is my favorite part. this is so cute. this is my favorite pillow, like, ever. and just maybe, this will hold our babies some day…” he stood back up and smiled at you.
“you are so, so perfect y/n. please don’t ever forget that. i love you.” he kisses your forehead, and pumps shampoo into his hand to lather into his two-toned hair.
you smile and wrap your arms around him, kissing his chest since that’s what you could reach. you sway a little, and tell him “i love you too baby.”
you stay like that for a while, until he finishes with his hair and offers to start on yours.
• • • • •
once you’re out of the shower, he runs into the bedroom to grab some clothes and change. you stand in front of the mirror once again, rolling your eyes at the newest purple mark, a result of your shower.
you know he loves you, and your body, you just can’t see why. you try to trust that you’re as beautiful as your lover claims. you sigh and walked into your bedroom to put new clothes on.
• • • • •
“baby, will you come lay with me?” you glance up at the bed to see your boyfriend shirtless, holding his arms out. you chuckle but comply.
as you lay down, you try to hide your thighs with the sheet. once, back in high school, those thighs were toned and muscular due to gymnastics, but since then they’ve become what you would consider fat. koutarou claims they are even more beautiful than those of someone he played against in high school, and “that is quite an accomplishment, babe.”
koutarou notices, and decides to stay quiet. he’s told you before, you’re perfect as you are, but if makeup or certain clothes or hair colors make you feel more comfortable, then do what makes you love yourself. you love him for this.
while laying halfway on top of his chest, you try to flex your stomach, so that he doesn’t feel your belly rolls.
he notices this as well, and it bothers him. he decides to ask you about it.
“y/n, are you okay? i know you feel uncomfortable with yourself sometimes, and i try not to point it out or make it worse, but i think we need to talk about it.” he cups your face in his hands, squeezing your cheeks a bit.
“koutarou… i don’t know why but sometimes i just feel like i’m too big. i know that i’m healthy, but what if i’m just not doing enough? what if i need to be going to the gym every day instead of a few times a week, what if it’s not just muscle that’s not toned? koutarou, your so perfect and muscular and fit, i just don’t know why you would want a bigger girl like me. it just doesn’t make sense to me.” you bury your face in his neck, trying not to cry.
“shh, love, it’s okay. baby, your okay. you are the most beautiful, gorgeous, smart and sexy lady i’ve ever laid eyes on okay? the other guys on the team might have supermodel sized girlfriends, and you might feel like you’re too different from that, but i promise, your perfect for me.” he tells you, holding you in his arms and rocking you a bit.
“thank you babe. i know i just have a different body type than what society sees as pretty, and i try not to pay attention to that, because it’s so toxic but sometimes it just hurts, you know? and your not in the off season anymore and so we’re going to more social events, and have you seen some of your fangirls? biggest tits and asses i’ve ever seen. and they’re just so curvy, and i don’t have a body shape.. just makes me nervous you won’t find me so attractive one day.” you mumble into his neck.
“honey, no, i plan on marrying you one day, and i’m going to love you and your body until your old and wrinkly and even after that. im sorry if i don’t tell you this enough.” he’s rubbing your back now, kissing your shoulder.
you giggle. “that’s so sweet. and i’m glad you plan on sticking around, because i will beg you to stay should you try leaving.” you tell him, facing him now.
“we’ll, that sounds annoying. i know how stubborn you are, and you would probably whip out the puppy dog eyes.” he laughs, kissing your nose now.
“yup. also, when you go work out, can i start coming with you more often? i also kind of want to talk to someone to get over this… i want to be at my best for you.” you tell him, blushing and squeezing your eyes shut out of embarrassment.
“y/n, your perfectly healthy the way you are. if you want to start going to the gym with me more often, then great, more time with you for me. if you want to see someone to try to get over this, that’s fine too baby, we’ll work this out together.” he tells you, kissing your cheek now.
“but, y/n, why didn’t you tell me when you started feeling this again? you know you can talk to me about anything… right??” he looks kind of sad, like he’s disappointed you didn’t confide in him sooner.
“i didn’t know how to tell you. i’m sorry, i’ll try my hardest to come to you more often when i’m hurting.” you promise.
this makes him smile. “okay, princess. i love you so so much. please never forget that.” he ends the conversation with a short but sweet peck on your lips.
he gets out of bed, holding his hand out to you. “takeout and a movie tonight?” he asks, begging you with his eyes. you know how this is going to end.
“alright, sure. but, babe, i have work tomorrow. don’t go too hard on me.” you plead. you really value your ability to walk.
“i would never do such a thing!!” he fakes hurt, holding his hands over his heart.
“sure… anyways, i’ll call in and order, you pick a movie?” you ask, grabbing your phone.
“yup!” koutarou skips off into the living room, probably picking a sad movie because then you’ll cry, and he’ll get to kiss your tears away.
you shake your head, because god, he’s an idiot. but he’s your idiot, and you love him.