Stocking

Look you loved Stocking very much. But as a doctor, you noticed how bad her eating habits were. Especially with it only containing sugary goods. You tried multiple times to lecture her about it. But she would always brush the subject off. Saying how it was “fine” or whatever.

So you had to help her out in someway. Even if the method was a little bit extreme. That’s why you withheld all of her sweets. The pudding cups, chocolate bars, red velvet cookies, you name it. They were all locked away in a cabinet. With a giant padlock around the handle.

Of course, after Stocking found out about it, she was livid. You two got into a major argument which over all didn’t last very long. With her promising she would follow this new “restricted” diet.

Though you should have known that was a lie.

It was roughly around midnight. You had just returned home from overtime at the hospital. When suddenly you heard a faint noise coming from the kitchen. Was that...crunching?

You quietly made your way over to the kitchen. Only to see none other than Stocking herself. Standing beside the now open cabinet. Munching away on a cookie in one hand, while the other held that....cloth legging sword of hers?

Whatever it was (you still didn’t know for sure), she must have used that thing to slice off the padlock.

Not wanting to stand by any longer, you took a step forward and remarked bluntly.

“Enjoying that honey?”

This immediately caused Stocking to freeze in place. After a moment she eventually turned around to face you. Her crumb stained lips forced themselves into a nervous smile as she mumbled.

“Oh um hi babe. I didn’t expect you to get off your shift so early.”