Recovery (Nishinoya x Reader) - Sequel

Chapter 3: Impulsive

*TW: ED behaviors*
I know the whole story is a TW but this chapter introduces so new behaviors and I feel there's a lot that can be super triggering. After this I'm gonna to try to write things in a less triggering way, but still or the ED themes come across.

*Tobio's POV*

I glanced over at the couch, Y/N practically covered head to toe in bags of ice. Normally I would snicker or make a snide remark over a scene like this. But knowing it was because she pushed herself to far... I was just mentally kicking myself for not realizing sooner and stopping it before she got hurt.

"Y/N! What do you want for dinner?" I called into the living room.

*silence*

Okay then...

"Y/N?" I questioned again, now walking out of the kitchen to find her fast asleep on Hinata's shoulder.

Is she faking this?
She was awake just a moment ago.

"Y/N, I know you're awake. I saw you," I spoke sternly.

What is up with her? She's been acting really strange.

"Ah damn it!" she yelled angrily, propping herself back up, the ice bags shifting as she adjusted herself, a few falling to the floor in the process. Hinata immediately reacted and placed the ice back on her knees.

"Well now that you're up, what do you want?" I asked again.

"I-um-I-uh well I guess nothing isn't an option... sooooo miso soup?"

That's it. I've had enough.

She chose miso soup on purpose because it's low in calories.

I decided to call her out on it, "What's been up with you lately? First overworking yourself and then trying to slip this one by me?!"

Her facial expression immediately changed from uneasy... to horror.

I didn't mean to yell at her like that.

But I can't go easy on her. This is serious.

"Tch" was the only response I could give her. I wasn't going to put up with this bullshit. She doesn't want us to help, then fine I'll force our help onto her.

*Y/N's POV*

My brother made the miso soup for me BUT also gave me six crackers to eat with it. Bleh.

I know it doesn't sound like a lot, but I'm just not in the right headspace today and all I can think about is the extra food he gave me.

I didn't have a choice though. They were all watching me and expecting me to have it. I needed to prove I was still trying to recover, but some days it's just so hard to have that motivation.

I know it sounds sick... but I really do miss some of my eating disorder behaviors... they really do help satisfy my mindset when I am feeling insecure.

"Hey... are you alright?" I heard Noya's voice from beside me. I whipped my head around to look at him, my worried expression still plastered across my face.

Noticing my uncomfortableness, he reached for my hand and starting massaging small circles on the back. In response I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.

Normally the feeling relief from the safety of Noya's cuddles, something unsettling was stirring inside me that I just couldn't ignore.

My eyes shot open and I stood up abruptly, letting all seven ice bags fall to floor.