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Hajime let out an audible sigh from across the room. Nagito perked up, looking up from the book he had been reading all morning. His eyes turned to Hajime, who stood there getting dressed. He watched as a shirtless Hajime struggled with the button on his pants, the zipper not pulling up as far as it should. Hajime tried to force the band of his pants together, but it wasn’t working. He slumped over and ran his hands through his hair.
“Ugh, I guess these don’t fit anymore either,” Hajime said. It wasn’t a new complaint—Nagito had heard him say that he’d outgrown several pairs of pants and a few button-up shirts over the past few months. It’d be a lie to say he didn’t smile a bit every time he heard those words come out of Hajime’s mouth. He couldn’t exactly explain why, but there was something about Hajime’s new look that drove him absolutely crazy. Hajime was always handsome in his eyes, even when he was lanky with only lean muscle lining his limbs. This, though, was something entirely different. Hajime had put on weight, both from muscle and fat. He had started to work up quite the appetite ever since the Future Foundation started calling him in more often. Plus, the time Hajime had spent worrying over Nagito as he laid comatose had starved them both thinner, so it only made sense that he would settle into eating more when he mentally recovered from it all.
Nagito thought he looked incredible. The contrast of his broad, strong, yet soft body with Nagito’s own frail, thin frame scrambled his brain. Every time they held one another, Hajime's stronger form completely enraptured Nagito. Hajime’s usual pouting only became cuter as his cheeks grew rounder, and his smiles only glowed brighter.
Nagito set his book down and walked up behind Hajime as he looked in the mirror. “Ah, no? You didn’t buy them too long ago,” Nagito said. His arms found their way around Hajime’s waist, the flesh soft under his limbs. He rested his head on Hajime’s shoulder and looked at his boyfriend’s reflection. God, he thought. He thought it was impossible for him to be any more attracted to Hajime than he already was, but he was so wrong. The tanned skin of his shirtless torso contrasted so beautifully with Nagito’s pallid complexion, another difference between them that Nagito adored so much. He pressed a kiss against Hajime’s neck. “But that’s alright, I can run to get you some new ones if you want.” Nagito’s hands trailed down from Hajime’s waist to his abdomen, caressing the soft tummy that had appeared gradually over those months. He rubbed it softly, fingers tracing over Hajime’s skin with grace and love. Hajime let out a sigh and rested his head against Nagito’s. His eyes shut and he let himself melt into the touch.
Nagito continued his ministrations, eventually bringing his hands back to their original resting place on Hajime’s waist. He pressed another kiss onto Hajime’s neck, then one onto his shoulder. Hajime smiled and opened his eyes, assessing his body in the mirror again.
“You don’t think it’s too much, right?” Hajime asked. “I’ve gained a lot of weight lately.”
Nagito’s eyes widened. He would never think that. He loved every part of him. He loved him down to every detail—his heterochromic eyes, his spikey hair that he teased him for the first time they met in the Neo World Program, his resting face that made him look ever so slightly cold, the way his golden skin looked in the shining island sun, him. However, Hajime’s appearance was only a small part of what he loved about him. He loved every part of him. Of Hajime, of Izuru, of who Hajime had become when the two became one. Even when Hajime struggled to understand himself and his identity, Nagito loved him. Something as trivial as weight would never change that.
Besides, it was quite the opposite, but it wasn’t like Hajime would know that. Nagito had been to shy to outwardly say it. The offerings of snacks, the focus his hands would spend on his stomach, the way he reacted whenever Hajime was on top of him, and a handful of other factors should have given it away, but Nagito knew Hajime could be a bit oblivious. He felt a pang of guilt for not having told him before.
“What? No, not at all,” Nagito replied. He positioned his mouth closer to Hajime’s ear and whispered. “I think you look amazing. If anything, I think I like you most like this.” Hajime shivered underneath Nagito’s touch. Nagito let out a pleased chuckle. He gave him one more kiss on the cheek before he detangled their bodies and stood beside Hajime.
“You really think so?” Hajime asked, poking his stomach and examining himself closer in the mirror.
Nagito nodded. “Hinata, you’ve been driving me crazy for weeks now. Did you really not notice?” Hajime shook his head. Nagito laughed. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised,” Nagito said with a sneer, but there was no malice behind it. Hajime punched his arm playfully in return.
“I guess… looking back on it, it makes sense,” Hajime conceded. “You have been acting needier than normal.” He turned to face Nagito and pulled him in with his thick, sturdy arms. Nagito gasped. Hajime kissed Nagito, soft lips colliding with a want behind them. Nagito wanted to indulge in it more, wanted to bring him to the bed and kiss him until their lips felt numb; wanted to have Hajime’s strong body on top of him right there and then, but he knew Hajime was needed at the Future Foundation office that day. He sighed as their lips parted.
“Your fault,” Nagito teased. “You make me feel this way. Ah, seriously, though, Hinata—do you want me to go grab you some new pants?”
Hajime looked in the mirror and tried one more time to zip the pants up, but it was no use. “Y-yeah, you probably should. Togami would probably scold me if he saw me with my shirt untucked and my pants unbuttoned.” They both chuckled, the scenario so easy to picture in one’s mind.
“Okay, I’ll head out to get some now. Just one size up should be enough, yes?”
“Yeah,” Hajime confirmed. “Thank you, Komaeda.”
Nagito smiled brightly. He pecked Hajime on the cheek before he made his way to the door.
“Love you,” Hajime called out as the door swung open.
Nagito turned back to face him again, relishing in the blush spread across Hajime’s face. “I love you too, Hinata.”