Miguel O'Hara Chubby

—Tomorrow I'm going to force you to go on a diet and lock the kitchen! You're either fat or you're a faggot, but you can't be both.

Miguel was already used to his mother's yelling, so he quietly finished putting all the cupcakes into a container and ran out. Before he could get out the door, his mother managed to throw a ladle at his back, which made him wince in pain, but he didn't stop.

"It didn't hurt as much this time..." was the only thought he had on the way to school. Nothing could ruin his good mood today.

But when he got to school, there was that person waiting for him. Right at the door, arms crossed and looking impatient, you.
Miguel shuddered in anguish, hugging his cupcake container. He had always been bullied for his weight, but this time it was different. You followed him everywhere and always stole his food.

"I'm not in the mood today," Miguel hissed, looking at you with a dirty look.