Unexpected Affection

Authors Note: The following ongoing story is commission by Dissidia. You can expect romance, nerdy references, mismatched partners, and haremy relationships.

After a long day at work hunched over the keyboard, it was always a relief to sit down at home and just mellow out for a half hour. Your apartment was set up the perfect way you wanted it, with your Marvel posters framed along the walls of your living room, the shelves displaying your collectable statues now lit by little LED lights, and your hobby desk was finally organized to a point where it actually looked clean.

The only thing left that you wanted to do was reorganize your bookshelf.

The last thing that Hannah was going to do was sit around and watch you reorganize your bookshelf.

“Ollie, come on,” she said as she was pacing back and forth between the kitchen and the living room. “You need to get yourself out there. There are plenty of fish in the sea and at least one of them has your name on her.”

“I don’t even like fish,” you said with a little smirk.

It was one of those discussions that you’d had with Hannah for years. The blonde woman was your best and oldest friend, even if you were miles apart in almost every facet of life. You worked a high-paying job coding for a Tech startup, while she worked a surprisingly moderate-paying job as an athletic trainer for the local MLS team. She was a tight little bundle of muscles and energy, you… well, you were fat. You knew it; most fat people knew they were fat. You were very aware of it. You just… changing that was hard.

“Fine,” Hannah said. “Then there’s plenty of squirrels in the forest. Or penguins in the Arctic.”

“You know I’m fine,” you said. “What about you? When was the last time you had a boyfriend?”

“I went on a blind date two weeks ago,” Hannah said. “And just because it was kind of awful doesn’t mean I’m going to stop trying. You deserve someone who is going to love you, and so do I.”

“I’ve got you, and I’ve got Hikaru around now too. What do I need a girlfriend for?”

“Sex, Ollie! Romance! You are the sweetest, most loving person I know and you deserve to have that back,” Hannah said, throwing her hands up in the air like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

The whole fat thing wasn’t new. You’d grown up fat. Or ‘big-boned’ as people had said at one point as if they were trying to manifest you becoming a linebacker for the football team in your future. The problem was, you liked music and comics and D&D, not running around slamming into things and risking bodily injury. Sports were a dead end for you, which made your friendship with Hannah all the weirder back then considering she was good at everything physical, and up until junior year had been better than all the boys at athletic stuff too.

“Look, I heard about this new app,” Hannah said, coming over and flopping down on the couch next to you, leaning into you and resting her head on your shoulder and taking your phone from the coffee table in front of you. She typed in the password - she’d known it since the eighth grade - and went to the App Store. “It’s supposed to be a dating app for nerds. I want to make a profile for you.”

“Hannah…” you sighed.

“Just let me? Please?” Hannah asked, looking up at you and flashing you that overexaggerated, pouting puppy face she had used since you were both ten.

“Fine,” you said. “Fine, you can make the profile. I don’t know if I’ll ever use it though.”

“Well, one step at a time,” Hannah said, looking it up and quickly downloading it.

You’d tried apps before back in college. It had been a frustrating experience, spending the time to craft funny messages based on a girl’s profile. Agonizing over them for an hour sometimes, just because you knew you needed every ounce of help to get a match. And then none ever coming. What was going to make this dating app experience any better?

“There, downloaded. And we can use those pictures I took when we went to the aquarium and that beer festival,” Hannah said.

She opened the app and started filling out your profile, not even really asking you for anything other than to approve the photos and read out her responses for you to the questions.

“There, done,” she finally said, pressing Save on the profile page. The app loaded and showed the picture of some woman with swiping directions - just like every other dating app. “Wait, what’s this?”

She clicked an icon on the screen and an advertisement came up.

“It’s just an ad, tap the X when it shows up in the top corner,” you said.

“No, wait,” Hannah said. “This is an ad from the app company. They’re running a competition with their new spokesperson in the state. You can win a date with her as long as you swipe twenty times every day for the next week.”

“Right,” you said sarcastically. “They say that, but they probably already know who’s going to win. What minor celebrity did they hook into it? The weather woman from Channel 5? Or maybe that lady who reports the sports on Channel 11?”

Hannah snorted and shook her head, her lips breaking into a grin. “Nope,” she shook her head. “You are never going to guess who it is.”

“So show me,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Hannah turned the phone and it took you a second to recognize who it was.

“No way!” you said.

“Way,” Hannah said. “One of your Uber-nerd crushes. April Vilanova, voice actress extraordinaire.”

“I don’t have a crush on her,” you said. “I just really like all her work.”

“Yeah, enough to buy one of everything she’s in,” Hannah pointed out.

“Whatever, it’s not that bad,” you said.

“Well, I’m signing you up for this,” Hannah said, tapping your screen. “You better swipe.”

“Fine, fine,” you said. “I will. But there’s no way I win.”

“Never say never, Ollie Warren,” she said. “You never know when a good thing might fall right in your lap.”

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