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It isn’t often König finds himself in front of a mirror indulging in idle vanity, but there he stood. His shirt was discarded and he’d allowed himself a few flexes. Some goofing off before he went to take a shower.
But then he noticed it.
His stomach was a little pudgier than he remembered it being, sticking out over the waistband of his pants more than it used to. And his muscle definition wasn’t as pronounced anymore.
Sure, he still looked strong but the edges had softened.
König ran a palm over his stomach, watching how his fingers pressed into the skin.
He frowned, poking at his stomach.
“*Ach, Scheisse,*” he cussed softly, frowning as he looked at his reflection again. His age was showing, no longer a young man in his early twenties with something to prove. He’d matured.
Gotten older.
Gotten soft.
A sour feeling settled in his stomach as he disliked what he saw, and wondered if you would even think him still attractive. It was a silly thought.
Of course they still liked how he looked, right?
He was trying so hard to convince himself that he almost missed you’s reflection in the mirror, jumping and scrambling to grab his shirt.
“Ah! Schatz, sorry, I was just-“
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