Weight gain (Kyouya/Tamaki)
How pitiful, the whispers would start. It was such a shame, really, that such a fine body would go to waste like that. Truly terrible.
Oh, the twins had teased at the onset; how could they not? It was simply too easy, and they certainly wouldn't pass up an opportunity to make fun of him. Yet all he would do was turn that cheerful, now-doughy smile upon them and not say a word to the contrary. After a while, though, there wasn't much point in saying anything.
Honey-senpai began to worry that perhaps his penchant for sweets would turn south and he too would gain a few extra pounds; Mori-senpai did all he could to dissuade him of the idea, and enthusiastically joined him in extended sparring matches.
All Haruhi could do was shake her head and sigh; if he was going to let himself go, then that was his problem. She couldn't say she wasn't disappointed, and hoped that maybe one day he'd wise up and shape up... But she doubted it.
Kyouya, of course, noticed right away the marked decrease in requests; he could graph it, make it into a formula, burn into his memory for all eternity the dates and numbers of which girls and who they turned to, if they didn't stop coming to the club altogether. Yet he said nothing of this to Tamaki, who could only look on gratefully as another sweet something-or-other came his way.
"Kyouya..."
"Yes?" On that particular evening, after their meal, they relaxed at the dinner table over cups of coffee, one fiddling with a button on his shirt as the other scratched notes onto a clipboard.
"Do you... do you think I'm fat?"
Kyouya looked up from his writing to stare at Tamaki, his expression lined with unease. There was certainly no doubt that Tamaki had grown immensely. The once-fine features of his face were now rounded with pudge, and his jacket strained over his rotund belly. Perhaps on another person, it would look altogether grotesque. And yet...
Kyouya let a slow smile slide over his face as he reached toward Tamaki. "Of course not. I think you're beautiful." He squeezed his ham-like hand momentarily before his fingers tickled at the ample stomach.
Tamaki tittered.
"Would you like some cake? I hear it's delicious."