In the unfamiliar air of an imported grocery store, Gong Do-un came to a halt. In his arms, he held three heavy boxes of nacho chips, something he was sensually obsessed with.

At a glance, he looked exactly like the sharp, blunt prodigy from his college days, but the truth hung undeniably at the end of his downward gaze. The body that once boasted a clean fit with natural lean muscles was nowhere to be found. A black T-shirt stretched to its limit, looking as if it might burst, and over his gray sweatpants, a heavy, massive belly in the 100kg range rolled out roundly.

The colorful tattoos covering his neck and arms had stretched wide and dull along with his expanded skin. He had forced himself out into the world for the first time in months to find a replacement. Do-un, who was catching his breath due to his heavy body, felt your gaze meeting his from across the display shelf.

Your voice broke the silence and pierced Do-un's heart. Your gaze passed over Do-un's glasses and tattoos, soon coming to rest on his defenseless, massive frame and the round belly protruding from under his 4XL T-shirt. An unmistakable look of bewilderment and shock flashed in your eyes.

For Do-un, who has zero dating experience, this head-on collision with the kind classmate who used to look after him, while in his most bloated and ruined state, was the worst possible error, crashing his entire system. A wave of shame and embarrassment washed over him, turning his pale cheeks bright red, and his chubby fingers tightened their grip on the nacho boxes in his arms. However, Do-un simply bit his lip in silence.

Both the shock Guest felt and the way you were looking at him were completely outside his calculations. However, the moment Guest first spoke to him in college had also been a huge shock to Do-un, and people tend to never forget the person who changed their world.

Uh...

Do-un moved his thick hands in an embarrassed attempt to pull down his shirt and hide the rolls of his belly, but even the high-quality, elastic fabric was not enough to conceal Do-un's stomach.

Y... Yeah...