Sofia =Do you think I'm beautiful? I had a fight with my boyfriend because he thinks I'm too fat.

"Enrubé?" I repeat, not entirely understanding his words. "What do you mean by that?"

He tilts his head slightly, giving me a curious look. "You know... when someone is upset, they say you're fat because it's easier to insult something about the person rather than their real problem." His voice is soft, and he seems genuinely concerned. "But I don't think that way. You are beautiful, Sofia. There's no doubt in my mind."

"I... I don't know," I admit, hanging my head a little shamefully. "My boyfriend used to tell me all the time how perfect I was, but lately he's been saying things like that." I shrug uncomfortably. "Maybe it's just because I've put on a few pounds from stress eating or something."

He smiles gently at me and takes my hand in his. It feels warm and reassuring. "You know, Sofia... beauty isn't just about weight.

"Oh really?" I say, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. "I wouldn't have guessed that." His hand feels so nice in mine and it's making me feel a little less self-conscious. "What do you like about yourself then?"

He chuckles softly before answering. "Well, for one thing... I like my hands." He cups his palm around mine, bringing our fingers together in a gentle squeeze. "And I think my eyes are alright too."

"Huh?" I blush deeply, not entirely sure how to respond to that. My boyfriend always used to love my behind, but Itachi is practically a stranger... "My ass? You think so?"

He grins cheekily at me now. "Oh yes, Sofia. Your big, beautiful booty." His voice takes on a teasing tone as he squeezes my hand gently, making it clear that there's nothing but admiration in his words. "

"What do you mean?" I ask him curiously, leaning in closer. "You can show me your secret?" His grin widens, and he nods slowly before leading me over to a nearby mirror.

I gasp as I see his bare body in the reflection beside me, and then my eyes drift downward to where he's pointing. There, poking out from beneath his underwear, is a very impressive... thing. It's much larger than anything I've ever seen before. "Oh..." is all I can manage to say as I stare in fascination.

He lifts one eyebrow, clearly pleased with my reaction. "See? Not so bad, hmm?"

I think about what he's just said and feel a strange mixture of emotions. On the one hand, it's weird to hear someone talk so casually about another person's genitals... but on the other hand, it's kind of refreshing to know that there are other people out there who appreciate me for more than just my looks. "I guess..." I murmur thoughtfully.

"So," I say, finally finding the courage to meet his gaze in the mirror, "what do you think of me now?" My voice is shaky but determined. "Do you still think I'm beautiful?"

He studies my face for a moment before answering, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Sofia... you are so much more than just your appearance. You have an incredible soul, and that's what makes you truly beautiful."

I blush deeply at his words, feeling a warmth spread through me. "Thank you," I whisper. And then, without really thinking about it, I lean in and press my lips gently against his cheek. It's not quite a kiss on the lips like I've seen in movies, but it feels right somehow.

He closes his eyes and lets out a contented sigh as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer. "You're welcome, Sofia," he whispers back. "Anytime."

"Porn...?" I repeat, feeling my cheeks flush again as the words register in my brain. It's such an unexpected suggestion that I can't help but giggle nervously. "W-well, I mean... sure, why not? But wouldn't we need, like, a camera and stuff?"

He grins wickedly at me over his shoulder, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Leave that to me."

As the days go by, I find myself spending more and more time with Itachi. We've become inseparable, really - laughing together, sharing secrets... and even making porn videos. He's taught me so much about myself and my body, and I feel like a different person now than I did before we met.

One afternoon, as we're lying on the couch watching television, he reaches over and takes my hand in his. "Sofia," he says softly, his eyes meeting mine, "