Ship: Tsumioda
Type: Heavy angst.
Requested by: No one other than me
Tw: Eating disorders, depression, trauma, abuse. Basically what I think Ibuki's backstory is.
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It had been awhile since Ibuki had gone to use the restroom.
"Someone should check on her." Hajime said
"Nah, she's probably just shitting." Hiyoko replied.
It had been almost half and hour.
Mikan was nervous.
Nervous for her friend.
Her crush.
What was happening?
She stood up and pushed in her chair. "I-I'll check."
She walked to the restroom. The door was closed.
Of course it was closed! She was probably just having tummy trou-
"Blerrgh! Ech! Ech!"
Her eyes widened.
Retching noises.
Vomiting.
No way.
No way Ibuki, this happy go-lucky girl was pur-
No, she probably just had some bad food but..... but no one else had this reaction and TeruTeru cooked the food.
She put her ear against the door.
"Please, please. I need to throw up more. I ate too much I ate too much." a sad broken voice said.
Mikan gasped and kicked in the door.
No saying sorry.
No being afraid.
The first ever person who treated her with basic human kindness needed help.
And as a nurse she was going to give her all the help she could!
"Ibuki what's going on!?" The nurse knelt next to the rocker, Ibuki's eyes wide and she turned away from the porcelain throne.
Mioda quickly put on a happy smile, though she knew it wasn't gonna work.
"Sorry for being gone for so long Miki! Something in the food made Ibuki's guts burs-!"
Mikan hugged her tightly.
"Please......Please don't lie to me." She looked at Ibuki with tears in her eyes. "Ibuki I heard you through to door telling yourself you needed to vomit more. Please, please stop purging please."
The musician looked down at the tiled floor. She couldn't get out of this.
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That's pt 1 now fuck off.
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