Heyo, lately I’ve been feeling really self conscious about my body, do you mind writing a collegeAU FurutUi where Fruit feels self conscious about gaining the freshman fifteen (or thirty, really) but Ui shows him that he loves him even if he is a jerk, so of course he’ll love him even if he is chubbier. Sorry if it bothers you, and thank you!

Absolutely! I relate to body insecurities, too. ❤ ❤ ❤ You’re not alone, and though it’s cliche, it’s true: you’re beautiful the way you are. 

Trigger warning for body issues/fat shaming. 

“Hey, piggy.”

Furuta oinks back at the rude middle schoolers, because when people bully you, you should turn it into a joke and hate yourself more, right? 

He can’t believe he’s gained this much weight. He wants to carve his oily flesh off. 

He remembers taking Ami to prom to humiliate her for her weight. Well, now the tables have turned, and to be honest, this might be karma.

But Furuta is dishonest to his core, so really he’s just uncomfortable because he’s above Ami and right now he doesn’t look it. Right?

“Hey, Fruit-chan!” Ui Koori, that dork, hurries towards him. 

“Ooh, he’s shaped like one,” yells one of the middle-schoolers.

Ui’s mouth drops. “You’re seriously letting three adolescents bully you?”

“They can’t hurt me,” Furuta lies.

“Stop it.” Ui narrows his eyes.

Furuta braces himself for the inevitable ethics spiel. 

But instead, he feels Ui’s lips on his.

Furuta jerks back. “Excuse the fuck me?!”

“Ahem – you know I like you. You’re perceptive.” Ui shakes his head. “And if I like you despite the compulsive lies born from insecurity and your mean girl nature, maybe I don’t care if you’ve put on weight.”

Ui sighs. “You don’t believe me, do you?”

“Nope.” Furuta grins. 

But he’d like to.

Despite himself, he feels his hands taking Ui’s. “Do you want to go read Gintama together? I have the latest in my dorm.”

Ui’s eyes shine. “Yes, I do.” 

As they walk back to campus together, Ui slips his arm around Furuta’s midsection. “Dude, as long as I can still wrap my arms around you, you’re fine.”

Furuta feels an ember of hope that he might escape his dead end lies after all. And if someone can love him, messy on the outside and in, anything is possible.