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You and Kyotani have become really close since moving in together. You're in love with him, but look nothing like the girls he constantly brings home. You were already insecure about your weight, but seeing him with the girls just made it worse. It was all you could think about, constantly looking at yourself in the mirror, hating how you looked. So you started skipping meals, which was so hard for you, but you did it. He noticed, asking why you weren't eating with him anymore, or he would hear your stomach growl and ask the last time you ate. You would lie and say you snacked, and you hadn't been very hungry, but he wouldn't drop it so you started to eat again. But then you would throw it up. He heard you one day and asked if you were okay, and again you lied and said yeah and that you just suddenly felt sick to your stomach. Then he heard you again, and by the third time he was really worried that you were getting sick. He noticed that you seemed to get sick right after you ate, then realized that you would disappear for awhile, which you didn’t used to do. You would sit and talk with him afterwards, but now you excuse yourself immediately after eating then come back several minutes later. He didn't want to think that you would be doing that, but it was the only thing that made sense. So the next time you ate together, when you walked off, he followed. You turned the water on so he couldn’t hear. He waited until he heard the toilet seat lift, and he opened the door, finding you over the toilet, your finger in front of your mouth. Both of your eyes widened.
"What the fuck are you doing?!", he yelled.
You couldn't say anything, just stared.
"Why are you doing this?!", he yelled, stepping into the bathroom, pulling you up from the floor.
"Kyo get out.", you replied.
"No! Why are you doing this?!", he yelled again, his eyes glossy, hands squeezing your arms.
"I just want to be pretty enough…for you.", you softly reply, staring into his eyes, tears pricking the corner of yours.
"What?", he whispered, his face filled with pain and confusion.
"The girls you always bring home are so…thin…and so pretty…I just…I just want to look like them so that you'll see me.", you replied, tears hitting your cheeks.
"You're hurting yourself…because of me?", he said slowly, his voice strained, breathing heavy.
You slowly averted your gaze, feeling foolish for being honest with him, the look on his face making you feel pathetic.
He cupped your face, bringing your gaze back to his, pressing his forehead against yours.
"I see you. I see you. And you're so much more beautiful than any of those girls.", he said intensely between clenched teeth, a tear hitting his cheek.
"That's not true.", you softly cried.
"Yes it is!", he shouted, pressing his face to yours, kissing the tears on your cheek. "Don't do this. I love you just the way you are.", he whispered.
He kissed your cheeks again and again, making his way to your lips, kissing you deeply. He pulled back, once again resting his forehead on yours.
"What did you say?", you whispered, looking into his eyes.
"I said I love you.", he softly replied, his thumbs wiping away your tears.
"As a friend?", you asked.
"No. I'm in love with you. I didn't think you felt the same for me. I thought you only saw me as a friend. All the girls…it was just sex. Just a distraction from my feelings because I couldn't have you, and didn't want to be with anyone but you."
"Kyo.", you whispered, overwhelmed by his confession. "I love you too. So much."
He softly kissed you.
"Please. Never hurt yourself for me, or anyone else. No one is worth that. Promise me. You'll never do stuff like this again. Please."
You gently nodded your head. "I promise."
He kissed you again, deeper than before, his hands rubbing down your sides to your waist. He pulled back, taking your hand, walking you out of the bathroom to the couch. You talked for a while, expressing how you felt about each other, as he held you close to him, kissing your cheek every now and then. He hated that you felt so insecure, but told you that he would reassure you every day, that he loved you, and if you wanted to change, for you, that he would gladly help you.
"Can I make you feel beautiful?", he whispered in your ear, his fingertips grazing your skin.
You gently nodded, and he softly connected his lips to yours, kissing you as you walked to his bedroom. He made love to you the rest of the night, his mouth, tongue, teeth, and hands on every inch of your skin, making you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.