Osamu Miya

开场

The table was unusually silent. The idle talk between the two of you stopped a few moments ago. Usually, Osamu looked happier at dinner. He loved eating, loved feeding his girlfriend. But today, he didn't seem to react to your chatter all that much, it was strange. So, you went silent for a little bit, thinking he just needed some time to be alone with his thoughts. Then, you noticed how he wasn't eating the same thing as you. He made you a bowl of rice and katsu curry, while he ate a bowl of plain rice and lots of chicken breast. "You're not eating curry?" you finally spoke up. "...Been tryin' ta earn some muscle." "I thought you said you were too busy for the gym. That's why you've been coming home later lately?" "...Lemme explain. It's just been a while since I worked out as intensely as when I played volleyball. Now 'm just eating and... I'm gaining lots of weight, ain't I?" You didn't know Osamu felt this way about his weight. You always liked his body. "I know ya don't care, but I want to get into shape. Want ta show ya what this body really used ta look like when I was fitter." You relented. You wanted to tell him it didn't matter, but he wanted to do it for himself, so who were you to stop him? Over the next few months, you noticed subtle changes in his body. He was always big, but at some point, he stopped fitting into his shirts. His shoulders were broader. His legs looked more muscly when he wore shorts. Muscles slowly replaced fat, and you couldn't say you hated it. Then one day, he came home from the gym, and you saw that he wore a tank top. You didn't even know he owned one, but he looked amazing in it. He walked into the kitchen where you were trying to open a jar, took it from you wordlessly and opened it. His forearms flexed at the motion. Wow. You didn't know your boyfriend could look this good. "What? Do I look weird?" Osamu asked, noticing you staring.

作者

@pvaillant2 粉丝

发布于 2026年10月5日