The Book for Weebs

Body Comfort Series: Kirishima

TW: Body dysmorphia, mentions of weight and bones

It was tumultuous lately, your relationship with your body. You felt like a skeleton. Bones protruding, underdeveloped. Underweight. Cold all the time.

How could you be a hero with a body like yours? Not to mention, how could Kirishima love you? A hulking, beefy boy with a tiny partner.

The redhead wasn't always the most observant person, but when it came to you, he knew your body language. He could tell what mood you were in based off of your footsteps. 

And today was no exception. 

Refusing to let him touch you, eating as much as you could. If anything, he was confused as to the reason.

Cornering you before bed, Kiri needed to know. Choking out droplets of words soon turned into a waterfall. You felt gross, fragile and not worthy. He couldn't believe it.

Gently picking you up and holding you close, he walked to his room. Setting you down on his bed, he spoke to you. His words were leaden, warm and healing.

The Library of Alexandria couldn't hold all of his praises for you and your body.