art falling in love with his nutritionist!reader?
TW: heavy implications of ed, pathetic art...
he hated. HATED. his last nutritionist. tashi hired her, and having tashi and a nutritionist on his ear telling him what to eat and what not to eat was enough to make him want to eat nothing at all.
he might've developed an ed...he doesn't pay much attention to it tho. all he knows is that since his retirement and divorce he hasnt been eating...like at all. he feels guilty whenever he does so much as think about fast food, but when he tries to eat healthy food he gets the urge to throw up. so he does the mature thing and gets a nutritionist.
he's scared, in lack of better words. he doesn't want to repeat the same cycle he had with his old nutritionist. you were coming to his house, and god was he nervous. yet when you arrived, he couldn't deny how pretty you were. hair in a blowout, hands neatly clasped infront of you. and your smile was oh so sweet and eased his heart. "hi!" you stuck your hand out, and his much bigger hand shook your smaller one.
"hey," he smiled back and stepped back so you could come in. he offers you a seat on his counter, and he leans against it. his biceps flexing subconsciously as he smiles awkwardly. with you sensing his nervousness you start questioning him about his eating habits, past and present. he's open, about his old nutritionist, possible ed and all of his struggles. he feels like he's in a therapy session with how you listen to him attentively.
"so you have trouble eating?" you ask softly and he nods. "yeah, i just cant find myself actually digesting it. specially if i want to keep a good physique." you hum, nodding as you look up at him. he swears he could get lost in your eyes.
"well you know you can add a few sweets and oils every now and then, right?" you say slowly, almost if talking to a child. he stays quiet, he has been told to not eat eats and/or oils at all. "c'mon." you take out a chocolate bar and he internally cringes at the sight. "we each get a bite, 'kay?" you take a small bite. humming at the flavor. "okay your turn," you pass the chocolate to him, looking at him expectantly.
he gulps, frowning. "i really cant." you smile softly at his words. "there's no rush, but you really wont process if you dont start. a few meals wont ruin you."
it takes minutes to try convince art to bite into the chocolate.
an hour later and he's crying into your chest. whining about not being enough and feeling so lost. or atleast that's what you think he's saying, his cries are too much for u to understand completely what he's saying. he clings to you, burying his face into your breasts. your hand rubs his neck up and down as you try to calm him down. "there there...its okay, we'll take it one step at a time, okay?" he nods, fingers curling around your hips.
he doesn't quite remember what happened after that, he just remembers begging you to not leave him and inevitably sleeping in your arms. and when he wakes up, he is greeted by greasy eggs, orange juice and a side of greens.
oh, you're definitely better than his last nutritionist.
