Shuichi had never really had trouble keeping his figure. He'd never really had reason to worry about it, though he was a bit proud of the way he looked in some of the outfits he wore on stage.
Lately, however, he'd been quite preoccupied with the band, and hadn't had many opportunities to just sit down to a good meal. His clothes were a little looser than usual, but that wasn't bothering him right now. He was more worried about his relationship with Yuki.
He's been more distant than usual, Shuichi mused, trying to ignore his stomach's growling. He wondered if he had done something wrong and simply concluded that talking to him about it tonight was the right course of action to take.
"Hey, Yuki!" Shuichi called, closing the door to behind himself. It didn't take much searching at all before Shuichi came across...
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