Mazaku Secret Santa
The weight had been just one of the side effects that Mazaku hadn’t really thought about throughout college. Stress, free access to a cafeteria with things that most would consider to be tangential at best to food, and endless hours of sitting and studying rather than moving around had combined to allow the dragon to just balloon. The long hours in the library with his snout in a book or the longer hours up late in the twenty-four hour cafeteria doing the same had piled on weight at a steady, but almost unstoppable pace. The runner’s physique that Mazaku had entered college in barely lasted a semester before it had been coated over with a thin layer of heft, and by the time his first year was over? Well, the…