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Shouto sat down at this rather familiar table. A sense of freedom washed over him, finally he could begin to live his own life without the looming presence of his father. For as long as Shouto could remember his life was regimented, perfectly controlled by Endeavour. Whatever Shouto could wear, eat, even where he could go and who he could see was all dictated by his father.
But, now Shouto is staying in Touya’s apartment and he couldn’t be more grateful. Finally he had the freedom to express himself and choose what he actually wanted for himself. No longer was he his father’s perfect little puppet, a doll to send into battle at Endeavour’s request. Here in his older brother’s apartment Shouto could finally eat food he’d never had been allowed. Everything from greasy fast food from a distant land and sweet desserts.
Shouto just lounged at the small dining table Touya had managed to squeeze into his apartment. It was rather tight with himself, Natsuo and his big brother all gathered around it. It was pretty tight with only two people let alone an extra.
“Here we are. Dinner is served.” Touya smirked as he placed a rather large bucket of chicken on the rather rustic looking table. To his left was Natsuo, already stealing a handful of fries.
“So much for i’ll be cooking tonight?” Natsuo piped up just playfully teasing his older brother.
“Well I just didn’t really feel like it, so here we are. The finest fried chicken I could provide.” Touya teased back.
Shouto just rolled his eyes watching his two older brothers squabble like kids. He’d begun to help himself anyway.
“Seems our little peppermint is getting a little chubby.” Touya smirked as he leaned over to playfully poke at Shouto’s new softer midsection.
“Seems all of your takeout is getting to him.” Natsuo grinned. He joined his older brother in patting Shouto’s pudgy belly.
“Hey…it's not that noticeable right?” The youngest man pouted, his cheeks turning almost as red as the hair on his left side.
“It's just a little weight…besides Natsuo is so much bigger than both of us.” Shouto said in a flustered attempt to defend him.
“What? Are you just jealous of all of this?” Natsuo grinned. His arm wrapped around Shouto’s shoulders gently pulling him towards his middle brother’s rather hefty gut. It was clear with all the time Natsuo had spent studying for his medical degree his activity had been put on hold. He kinda looked like Endeavor if he got lazy and out of shape just with white hair. Natsuo’s strong bulky body had softened considerably since he’d moved off to college.
Instead of a rather muscular frame Natsuo now sported a considerable amount of fat with a proper gut, a pair of decently sized moobs and an impressive ass. It seemed Shouto was going to be following his brother’s footsteps.
“Aww looks like our polar bear is rubbing off on this peppermint.” Touya smirked as he lightly rubbed Natsuo’s gut.
“Yeah I found that this added pudge has actually been really good for my ice quirk.” Natsuo smirked.
“Are you two done?” Shouto just stared back with a deadpan look at his older siblings. A completely unamused expression on his face.
“Aww do you feel left out buddy?” Touya just grinned, still teasingly poking and prodding Shouto’s belly.
“Well I would be having a nicer time without you seemingly trying to use me as a stress ball, when we have that sasquatch over there.” Shouto sighed as he just gestured to Natsuo.
“I’ll have you know this sasquatch is rather popular on campus.” Natsuo teased back, only earning him a defeated grumble from Shouto and a boisterous laugh from Touya.
Shouto just turned back to his food, gingerly nibbling on the pieces of fried chicken while his older brothers continued to playfully tease each other. His mind fixated on how this friendly atmosphere would never have been possible under his father’s rule. In this warm, inviting apartment they could finally be free. Free to be exactly who any of them wanted to be for themselves. Shouto had eaten a greater variety of new foods in the last few months than he had in his entire life. No more starving himself for a perfect body, no more early mornings for training and all the food he could try that he had been denied of.
While he was lost in thought his hands made their way to his plump stomach. He seemed to have eaten more than he’d expected just mindlessly chomping away as he watched his brother’s silly antics. He was happy here, he felt safe here and he hoped nothing would change. Well maybe apart from his waistline but he could live with that. Perhaps getting fatter wouldn’t be so bad…