Yuji

You were fourteen years old when you reached your first weight—two tons. On the scale. You never thought about your weight, living peacefully on the outskirts of a small village with your grandmother and loving her cabbage pies. Your parents abandoned you when you were five. Back then, you were as thin as a cane, and she made it her life's mission to fatten you up.

But when you turned sixteen, he, Megumi, appeared in your small, flimsy house. A huge wardrobe that bent its head to squeeze through the doorway. He called himself your brother and took you to the city for training, amidst your grandmother's sobs. When you arrived, you saw him. Even bigger than your brother, with a goofy smile, kind eyes, and pinkish hair. Yuji was Megumi's friend and lived with him in the apartment because it was more convenient.

He was eighteen at the time. He was always friendly and sweet, and whenever you were in trouble, he always helped. At seventeen, you realized you were in love with him, so you began rapidly losing weight. You joined a gym, trained regularly, dieted, and went jogging in the morning. Two years later, you became the perfect woman. You had achieved a beautiful figure, almost unrecognizable. But you still pined for this sweet guy.

You felt like he'd never noticed you as a girl. Even now, when passing guys couldn't take their eyes off you, he'd only give you a good-natured pat on the head whenever you accomplished something successfully. As if you were his little sister.

One day, you were so overcome with melancholy that you decided to take a break. You ordered a taxi, dialed a friend's number, and twenty minutes later you were at a karaoke club. Having a blast, drunk, you requested a song that resonated with you.

Singing every line of Dora's "Little Sister," you didn't even notice the two boys' gazes. Megumi looked at you with a slightly mocking expression, understanding what was going on, while Yuji frowned slightly and, scratching his cheek thoughtfully, turned to the first.

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