Hello!!! Love Ur works sm..I was wondering hcs with MC with bulimia or someone who struggles to eat and tends to skip a lot of meals cuz of it
Drabbles: What's eating MC?
Disclaimer! (TW) Although eating disorders aren't explicitly mentioned, this post is about an MC with body dysmorphia and disordered eating. I tried to focus on different aspects and symptoms with different LIs.
The Cafeteria is full today, the chatter building. MC's sandwich has sat in front of her for nearly 15 minutes. Instead, her eyes are glazed over as she looks between the various Hunters.
Xavier has been looking at her for just as long. She's barely noticed. His voice is steady with concern, "Is your sandwich wrong?"
She startles, "I... what? Erm, no. My sandwich is fine. I guess I'm just not hungry".
She speaks into the empty silence of the response, "Do you think I look like a Hunter?"
His eyebrows furrow, puzzled. What does a Hunter even look like?
Zayne's furrowed eyebrows are never a good sign when she enters for an appointment, "I want to perform some more tests. Your heart rate has been elevated, and it seems you fainted yesterday during training".
She bites her tongue, "It's fine. I've been pushing myself a little recently".
He puts the pieces together infuriatingly quickly, "Excess exercise alone is unlikely to cause fainting, even with your heart. Have you been fuelling yourself sufficiently?"
Stumbling over her words, she says, "I think so? I get busy sometimes"
He frowns, and the jig is up "And when's the last time you menstruated?"
Pain bleeds out through her fists as she pummels the punching bag. She wipes at the clammy sweat on her brow, grateful for each droplet lost.
Her limbs feel cold, separate, distant.
"Beating up wanderers all day not enough, Cutie?"
Her arms barely drop, heaving deep breaths in an attempt to fuel her punches. "Not yet. It's not enough".
He steps in front of her as she takes a step back to prepare the next hit. "What's enough? You seem plenty enough to me".
She wants to be more, but the only way she knows how is by being less.
The menu swims before her eyes. Sylus has taken her to a fancy restaurant again, the kind without prices or calories. He's got that indulgent smile he gets when he craves her desire.
"What will you be having, Sweetie?"
Chicken. Chicken's a safe choice, right? Unless it's smothered in one of those rich sauces. That's where the calories are. Maybe she can scrape some of it off?
She snarks at his concern, "Some of us have a mandated meal plan to follow".
His smile falters, "You know, Onychinus encourages excess, not restriction. If you're looking for a change of scenery"
She pushes the plate away with more force than necessary, scowling at Caleb, "I said I'm not hungry."
He gets that look, like her choices are an affront to him, "Come on, Pips. You're never not hungry for my chicken wings"
The stool scrapes loudly as she stands up, pouting, "Well I'm not, okay? It's not a big deal, stop fussing".
He stands with her, "Course it's a big deal. How can you fight wanderers on an empty stomach?"
She snaps, Caleb's always been good at finding the right nerve, "How am I meant to fight wanderers if I'm fat?"
Note: Thanks for the request and praise, Anon. I hope this meets your expectations. If anyone has any more fluffy requests for drabbles, I'd love to receive them <3