"I'm trying, I just can't get rid of this." Jason pinches the baby fat on his cheeks.
"Why would you want to get rid of it?" Zack wonders aloud.
His "boss" looks at him like he's the stupidest person in North America.
"I look like a child. It clashes with the whole-"
"Your super toned abs?" Real subtle, Zack.
"Yeah. Still feels weird."
"Thought you just came straight outta the womb like that." Perfect, is what Zack would add if he was actually as brave as people thought he was.
"Me? I was a really chubby kid."
Zack stares at him, offering undivided attention, and Jason scoffs, clearly misreading his expression for shock.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Just don't tell-"
"I'm not laughing, and I'm not gonna tell anyone."
He personally didn't see why Jason was acting like this was a bigger secret than the fact that they were fucking Power Rangers. Knowing Jason, though, he had his reasons.
"I know it's hard to believe. I wanted it that way. The road to perfection is long, my friend."
Zack wants to shake some sense into the other boy. He's talking bullshit! "But you're already perfect!" he blurts.
Jason blushes up to his ears, pursing his lips.
"You say that now. In a few weeks, I'll have an actual jawline. Just gotta work harder."
Zack shoves down the feeling of dread growing in the pit of his stomach. Work? What the fuck did he mean by that?
"You don't need to change anything."
"I'm flattered by the sentiment, but you don't understand!"
"You're right, I don't. So... tell me. I'm listening."
Jason sighs, looking anywhere but at Zack. "Being the largest person in the room, the slowest one, the last one picked for gym class... everyone ignoring you unless they wanna poke fun... takes a toll on you. I wanted- I want to be perfect. No one took me seriously as the fat kid. With the team and all, they probably don't even-" he breaks off, sniffling.
"Jase... we listen to you more than we do our own parents. You're the same age as us, but we look up to you. I'm not saying this for you to put more pressure on yourself. We don't follow your lead or like you because you're fit. You're a great leader."
The blond's eyes widen, watering with every word coming out of Zack's mouth. "You don't think it's stupid? Babyish?"
"Having body fat is natural. Healthy. I don't care what your brain or anyone else tells you. Jason Lee Scott, I'd follow you till the ends of the earth. I think you're perfect no matter what you do or say, and yes, that includes how you look."
"You wouldn't look at me twice if I was still fat," Jason mutters, angry, insistent.
"Gonna let you in on a little secret, Red."
"I totally would. I'd look at you like I'm looking at you right now."
"W-would you do anything else?"
"I'd kiss you if you wanted."
Jason fucking whimpers as Zack invades his personal space, kissing him.
"I've been wanting to do that since we met."
"You have a thing for hard asses?"
"I like hard, sure." Zack then pokes Jason's squishy cheek, ignoring the other boy's indignant squawks. "I'm a pretty big fan of soft, too."
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