58. Shiro- Not Perfect
Shiro x Chubby! Reader!
Guys, the message I'm trying to purvey is that everyone is beautiful, no matter what, okay? All of you guys are amazing, and all of you guys are something worth living for. :)
Warning: Mentions of depression and eating disorders.
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I rolled my hands around my stomach that was coated with flesh. I let out a breath and unhappily tried to cover my skin. I always had a problem with my weight, ever since I was little. I was born premature, 2 months to be exact, and my parents would always feed me more, scared that I would die.
Of course, I couldn't blame them.
"Why does he even love me?" I sighed, wrapping my arms around my fleshy body.
"I don't know why he even chose her."
"Wow, lard ball much?"
"Seriously? The Takashi Shirogane chose her?"
I clenched my jaw and balled up my fists. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks as I cried silently.
I had decided I was going to start not eating.
That was the worst decision of my life.
(Timeskip)
I had visibly noticed some changes. My arms were getting skinnier, and so was my torso. I was happier, too. I think Shiro was as well.
He hugged me more, complimented me more, kissed me more, and did everything more. I guess we were happy. I smiled as I walked along the hallway.
"Babe," Shiro said, kissing my head and wrapping his arm around my waist. I giggled.
"Yeah?"
"I need to talk to you about something."
I was confused. Did he not love me anymore? What was wrong?
(Timeskip)
Shiro took a heavy sigh as he sat me down on the bed.
"(Y/N)." I looked at his figure. He was hunched over, like someone was pressing on his back. His eyebrows were also furrowed.
"Y-Yeah?" I was worried. More worried about him than me.
"... You're fucking hurting me, (Y/N) (L/N)." I had never heard him swear before. My eyes widened as I clasped my hands around his.
"What did I do? I swear I can stop it-"
"Your eating disorder. Please, stop."
"B-But... Don't you like having me skinnier?"
"I don't care about that. You are enough." He cupped my cheek and kissed it.
"Hunk's been telling me that you haven't touched anything on your plate for the past week. I hate that. I hate that you're trying to change yourself so much that it affects your health. Please, stop." Shiro bit his bottom lip, tears forming at the edges of his eyes.
I winced.
"Shiro... I'm sorry... I-I just thought... You would like me better if I looked... More like an ideal girlfriend of a hero..." I whispered, my voice fading more towards the end. He grabbed my chin and slammed his lips into mine.
"Don't ever say that you're not enough, (Y/N). Never." He smashed our lips together again into a sloppy kiss.
"Shiro... Mmph..." I mumbled, feeling his tongue slip into my mouth. We separated, heavily breathing.
"Don't say that you have to change, you're enough," Shiro whispered, peppering kisses all over my face. I smiled.
"I want to change, but not in that way."
"In what way?"
"I'm going to try to get healthier the right way."
"That's my girl."
(Bonus)
"How the fuck did you do that," I deadpanned, watching my boyfriend do pullups. He chuckled and hopped down.
"It's not that hard, try it." I cautiously walked up to the bar and tried to pull myself up. I instantly plopped onto the floor and groaned.
"I can't do it."
"Aww, c'mon babe!" Shiro laughed, pulling me up.
"Let me sleep..." I whined. He only laughed and kissed my cheek.
"C'mon, I'll be be your side."
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