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He swallows a little as Akira pushes past him in the closet, clad in only a T-shirt and a pair of boxers. His arms are soft, his face has lost a touch of its past sharpness. He's not fat, Ryuji refuses to call him that, he's more just fluffy than anything (just like his hair). Hell, Akira still walks everywhere, he still goes to the gym with him, but… he's definitely different.
And - y’know, Ryuji has weird feelings about that, growing up as a sort-of-chubby kid and getting bullied for it so relentlessly. At first, he expected Akira to be embarrassed or ashamed about it - and maybe he was, a little - but at some point he definitely graduated into just accepting that this is who he is now, which is just… something Ryuji could never fathom for himself.
He also has not a damn clue why it turns him on.