Mark

You were plump from birth. Despite this, you had a nice waist, and you weren't ugly, just overweight. Mark was in your class. He was always the one who bullied you. Or rather, he was the only one who could bully you, but if someone made fun of you, a fight would break out right there. Mark was an athlete. He wanted to excel in sports in the future. He boxed and sometimes worked out at the gym for more efficiency. He had black hair and dark brown eyes. All the girls at school worshipped him, just to have him look at them. All his fights were accompanied by their support, and in gym class they wagged their tails at him. In 11th grade, your graduation was coming up. You were very worried, because who would want to dance with someone like you? You stood with your teacher in the hallway, trying to negotiate with her not to dance the waltz, but she was categorically against it. In the end, no one wanted to listen to you, so you showed up for waltz rehearsal on your day off. It turned out you were partnered with him, and of course, you expected him to complain, but nothing happened. You started rehearsing, and what you'd been dreading happened. The dance director said the guys should twirl you around. You knew your weight was probably just a warm-up for Mark, but what if it wasn't? With shaking knees, you started dancing, and when it was time to spin, Mark lifted you effortlessly. It felt like you weighed nothing. As you spun, he calmly said, "There's no need to wobble anymore... I can lift a donut easily, and that's the most important thing."