#heavy reader

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DISCLAIMER!: Reader is described as being chubby, if you dislike that, then please ignore this oneshot. Thanks :)

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You laughed lightly at the sight in front of you, watching poor Suguru get bombarded by Shoko and Gojo as they tried to convince him—force him, really—to carry you up the hill.

Ever since you all became second years, Gojo and Shoko had been trying to get you and Suguru together. Now, as third years, they'd finally succeeded. Well... to some extent.

The thing was, you and Suguru were technically courting. You went on small dates when time allowed, sat close when you could, exchanged shy glances. You hadn’t even kissed yet, and hugging was still a relatively new thing. Progress was slow. Painfully slow—at least, according to Gojo and Shoko.

But that didn’t stop either of them from trying to speed things along.

Gojo made it his mission to share every one of Suguru’s secrets with you, proudly offering up anything the guy liked. Shoko, naturally, did the same for Suguru. On top of that, the two of them would practically take on any responsibility you or Suguru had, just to give you both some alone time. They shipped it hard, but the two of you were—much to their frustration—annoyingly cautious.

“It’s just a test. It’s not that bad,” Shoko said, cigarette between her lips as she tried to convince Suguru to give in.

You had all met at the park for a picnic, just waiting for Yu and Nanami to arrive. You weren’t even sure how the conversation had started, but you didn’t really mind. If anything, it was kind of funny.

“Aw, c’mon, man! It’d be so cute! It’s literally a ‘boyfriend-carries-girlfriend-up-a-hill’ test!” Gojo whined, grabbing Suguru’s shoulders and shaking him like that would suddenly make him agree. “You’ve done those couple-y tests before that bring people closer together!”

“I already said no,” Suguru replied, unimpressed.

“You’re no fun!” Gojo huffed, then dramatically sprinted over to you. “Tell him to carry you up the hill like the cute princess you are!” he said, wrapping his arms around you from behind and leaning his full weight against your back.

“I’m not going to do that,” you said with a small smile. “If he doesn’t want to, I’m not going to force him.”

Gojo stuck his tongue out at you before collapsing on the grass like the oversized toddler he was.

“Hey, it’s not like we’re actually dating—”

“But you and he both know you like each other, so I don’t get why you two keep playing this game,” Shoko muttered, exhaling smoke.

You let out a quiet sigh. Shoko had told you that plenty of times before. She was always calling you out for being hesitant when it came to this whole relationship thing—and you couldn’t really blame her. It was frustrating.

It was just… you didn’t want to mess this up. Suguru was one of the few people who had ever actually returned your feelings.

“C’mon, Suguru! It’s not like she’s that heavy!”

“Hey, stop pestering him,” you scolded, giving Gojo’s leg a light kick—even though, to be fair, he hadn’t really said anything that wrong.

Well, okay. He had said something wrong. He shouldn’t have brought up your weight. You weren’t that heavy—you were just... a bit big. Your body was built like a literal box. Sturdy. Solid. Thankfully, God had thrown in a few curves here and there to help soften the blow, giving your thick frame at least some kind of shape.

“Look,” Suguru muttered, clearly embarrassed, “I’m fine with the other dumb tests—like peeling an orange for her or whatever—but this doesn’t have to get physical.”

“Yes, it does! She’s gonna be your girlfriend sooner or later, right?!” Gojo yelled, suddenly sitting up way too fast from where he’d been lying on the grass.

“Whatever. He hasn’t passed this test yet,” Shoko teased, watching Suguru closely, waiting to see if he’d change his mind.

It was surprising when he didn’t. Instead, he quietly went to sit by the picnic blanket under the shade of a tree, offering no witty comeback, no reluctant agreement. Just silence.

“Huh… that’s a red flag,” Shoko mumbled to Gojo, raising an eyebrow.

“Guys, stop!” you gasped, caught between wanting to laugh and feeling awkward. The whole “test” thing was starting to make you uncomfortable.

“Hey, I agree, and I’m Suguru’s best friend,” Gojo said, flopping dramatically onto his side. “It’s not even about whether he can do it—it’s about whether he’s willing to try. The offer is what matters. Like, it’s the gesture, y’know?”

You were about to argue back when a familiar voice gave you the perfect escape.

“Hey Nanami! Where’s Yu?” you called out, turning your full attention to the newly arrived blond.

“He’ll be here soon,” Nanami replied. “He went to grab a few more snacks.”

“Alright then, you wanna play some basketball?”

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Jeez.

Why did your brain have to suck so much? It’s not like you were annoyed. Or offended.

It’s not like Suguru had even done anything wrong to begin with. Hell, it had happened almost a week ago.

Honestly, you blamed Shoko and Gojo. They should have known better than to bring up some random couples test when everyone was just supposed to be hanging out. Not every gathering needed to revolve around you and Suguru.

You sat on the school steps, resting your head in your hand, lost in thought.

You hated how your mind overthought everything. Like, couldn’t your reasoning just take a damn break? It wasn’t like Suguru not wanting to carry you up a hill meant something deeper. It didn’t have to mean anything.

He probably didn’t have a specific reason. Maybe he just didn’t feel like it. Or maybe—maybe—he couldn’t actually carry you. The hill was steep, and you weren’t exactly light.

“Hey.” Suguru’s voice cut through your thoughts, his hand waving gently in front of your face.

“…Oh. Hi.”

“You were spacing out,” he said plainly, settling down next to you once he had your attention.

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” He smiled faintly, mimicking the way you were sitting—elbow propped, hand to cheek. He always did that for some reason. Maybe it was teasing, or maybe it was his weird version of affection.

“I was wondering if you wanted to take a walk with me?”

“I’d like that,” you replied, standing up and heading down the steps with him.

That was pretty much what the two of you did all the time. You either ate together, worked on homework, or just sat around. Sometimes you talked. Sometimes you didn’t. And even though it had only been a couple of months, it was clear the both of you were dragging your feet when it came to this whole relationship thing.

“Hey… are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“You keep zoning out. I was calling you again. Is something wrong?”

“Oh. No, I’m fine. Just tired, I guess.” You paused, then added, “Are you hungry by any chance?”

“…Not really. Why?”

“I’m just hungry.”

“You wanna go get something?” Suguru asked, stopping to offer you his hand.

“No, it’s fine.”

He gave you a deadpan look—completely serious, like his face alone was calling you out on your nonsense. He didn’t even need to say a word; his expression was already judging your entire thought process.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, trying to stifle a laugh.

“…Why don’t you want to go eat if you’re hungry?”

“I just don’t like eating by myself,” you wheezed, half-laughing, half-dying inside.

“I’ll eat with you. You can just ask, I don’t mind,” Suguru replied, his lips curling into a tiny smile.

“But I don’t want to make you eat if you’re not—”

“Fine. I’m going to buy some food,” he cut in, taking your hand and continuing the walk like he hadn’t just changed his entire stance in two seconds.

“You’re gonna what?” you asked, baffled.

“Yeah, I’m hungry.”

“But you just said—”

“I know what I said. But now that I think about it, I’m starving,” Suguru replied casually, pulling you along as if that solved everything.

“Right…”

“…”

“…”

“…Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

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“What’re you thinking about?”

You didn’t answer right away. Just stared off into space with your head resting on the desk—your mind, once again, stuck on that stupid test. Why the hell was that even still bothering you?

“Hellooo?”

Suguru called out, still getting no response. He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear so he could see your eyes better. The two of you were alone in the classroom, which was lucky, because he clearly wanted to talk about whatever was dragging you down.

“Oh, sorry. What were you saying?” you asked, finally snapping out of it. He didn’t look worried, exactly, but there was a flicker of concern in his expression that made your chest tighten.

“I… can’t really remember,” he admitted, “but—is something wrong?”

“Huh? No, nothing’s wrong. Why do you ask?”

“It’s just…” He hesitated. “You’ve been kinda out of it this whole week. If something’s bothering you… please tell me. Or someone. I want to help.”

Your eyes widened slightly. He looked like he was stressing over this, and that made you feel even worse. You didn’t want him worrying, especially not over you.

“Jeez, I’m sorry. It’s really nothing I should be thinking about anyway. It’s stupid.”

“But it’s important enough that it’s been taking up your attention,” Suguru said softly, meeting your eyes.

You sighed, clicking your tongue in frustration at yourself. You didn’t want to say it. It was stupid. But it was clearly eating at you.

“Do you remember when Gojo and Shoko brought up that couple’s test?”

“Which one?” Suguru chuckled.

“The one at the picnic.”

“…Oh. The hill thing? Like two weeks ago?”

“Yeah.”

“What about it?”

You puffed your cheeks out in frustration, trying to find the least embarrassing way to word it. Mental gymnastics. Your brain’s favorite hobby.

“It shouldn’t be bothering me, but… is there a reason you didn’t want to carry me up the hill?”

“I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

“…Embarrass me?” you echoed, blinking. “How would you have embarrassed me?”

Suguru stared at you for a beat, confused. Clearly not expecting that reaction. Then he laughed—softly, kindly—and stood up, positioning himself in front of you like he was getting serious.

“Okay… how do I even say this…” he muttered to himself, scratching the back of his neck. “The thing is… I didn’t know if I could actually carry you up the hill. And that’s not a bad thing! Because—uh—you’re my type.”

“…Really?” you asked, tilting your head at him.

“Yeah! And like—if I can’t carry you, that’s… that’s a good thing. Y’know?”

“Right… because?”

“Well… because you’re… thick. And I like thick girls. And I’m not trying to sound like a jerk or make it weird, I just—ugh, shoot.”

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. He was trying so hard to be clear without sounding offensive, but you understood. You really did.

“You’re absolutely beautiful, gorgeous, really cute—and curvy. Curvy like a damn lava lamp—”

You burst out laughing, loud and sudden, and Suguru started laughing too, unable to hold it in. That ridiculous metaphor shouldn’t have worked—but it did.

And in that moment, even through the laughter, he still looked at you like he wanted to make sure everything was okay. That you really, truly understood.

And you did.

“Just a ditzy, bubblegum baddie—”

“Stop!” you wheezed, clinging to your desk like it was the only thing keeping you upright.

“But you get what I mean, right?” Suguru said, flailing his hands like he could physically make the words sound better. “Like… how big is the hill? Because the girls I like—I'm gonna be out of breath. But that’s not a bad thing! That’s a good thing! And I’m trying to explain that because when I look at you,” he added, hopping onto the desk in front of you, “and I’m like, ‘She’d be hard to carry with that thing’—and I mean that with all the respect my heart can possibly muster, okay? It’s like… oh dammit!”

And now you were both just losing it.

You bent over, absolutely dying at how badly he was explaining his feelings, while Suguru covered his face with one hand, his laugh more I-want-to-evaporate than joyful. But he was smiling too.

“In my mind,” he continued breathlessly, “not being able to carry you up a hill is a good thing. I know it sounds weird—most boyfriends want the opposite—but I like you just the way you are.”

You finally calmed down, still giggling, and got up to hug him. Suguru hugged you back instantly, his arms warm and secure around you. He still wasn’t sure that was the best way to explain himself, but hopefully, it helped. Hopefully, it fixed whatever had been bothering you.

“That’s why I said no to the test,” he mumbled into your hair, “because some guys—guys like me—we want to struggle carrying our girlfriend up a random-ass hill.”

“So… you’ll be my boyfriend that can’t carry me up the hill?” you teased, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I’d like to be your boyfriend that can’t carry you up the hill. Probably a huge red flag.”

“No, it’s not. And if it is, then I’ll be a huge red flag with you.” You smiled, doing little jazz hands in front of your face. “Honestly, I’m just glad. I thought you didn’t want to carry me because you didn’t find me attractive.”

“Thanks,” he said softly, “but I do find you attractive. I’m really sorry. Next time, I’ll definitely carry you up the hill.”

“You don’t have to,” you assured him. “What you said was actually… kind of endearing. I get it now.”

“Yeah, but now I want to.”

“…Really? You want to carry me?”

“Yep,” Suguru grinned. “So next time we’re at that park, I’m taking you all the way to the top.”

He stood up, held out his arms, and said the one thing you didn’t expect.

“In fact… why don’t I carry you now?”

“…Wait, what? Why?”

“I want to make it up to you. I didn’t realize it bothered you that much. I’m very attracted to you, and I want to carry you.”

He didn’t lower his arms.

“It’s okay, really—”

“I know it’s okay. But can I still carry you? Please?”

“…Sure.” The word left your mouth before your brain caught up. A second later, Suguru had you in his arms—bridal style—and you were very aware of how close your face was to his. The angle made it even worse. Why was he so pretty from below?

“Wait—where are you going?”

“I’m walking until I can’t.”

“What?! Suguru, you don’t have to—”

“Shush. I’m gonna carry you. And, I’m gonna show everyone else.”

“What?!”

“Yep. I’m carrying you. I’m sorry you thought I didn’t want to. I did. I just didn’t want to embarrass you. Guess you like being embarrassed, huh?”

“Suguru!” you whined, trying to cover your face as he strolled through the school. A few students looked over, confused—or amused—including Yu, who passed by mid-run.

“Hey, so… are you guys, like, together now? Or is this just a really close friendship thing?”

“Me and Y/N are dating.”

“Oh. Cute.” Yu gave a thumbs up and kept moving, probably off to tell people something they all already knew.

You groaned, covering your face again as Suguru kept walking like it was nothing. He didn’t care if you were a little embarrassed. He just wanted you to know he meant everything in the best way.

“I like you a lot, y’know that?”

“…Yeah. I know that.”

“Can you say it back?”

You hesitated, heart racing. Then you pulled your hands away, cheeks burning, and smiled up at him.

“I like you too.”

“What the hell?” Gojo shouted from down the hall, clearly feeling like he had missed the entire plot. “I don’t even remember seeing them hold hands!”

“They’re so cute,” Shoko added, teasing. “Gojo, take a picture!”

You groaned louder this time, hiding again as Suguru just laughed.

“Suguru, put me down.”

“Can I carry you a little bit longer?”

“…Fine.” you muttered.

You could afford to indulge him for a little while longer.