Nischa Oneshots

You turn oranges to orange juice (TW) (REQUEST) (2)

NOEL SUFFERS FROM AN EATING DISORDER

TW: eating disorders and vomiting

REQUESTED BY: @a_RULERZREACHF4N_ on Wattpad

Title from: Orange Juice by Melanie Martinez

THIS IS PART 2 TO SKINNY SKINNY

WARNING: mischa isnt good with helping noel 😭 i hc that he can be rlly bad with helping people so he  forces noel to eat here. BUT HE HAS GOOD INTENTIONS OKAY :((

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Mischa and Noel sat alone at the choir's lunch table, waiting for the rest of their friends to get their lunches.

Mischa already had his tray in front of him, as he had arrived at lunch earlier than the rest of his friends. It had pasta with a tomato sauce that looked way too watery to be a sauce and an orange on the side.

It's a weird combination, but whatever floats Mischa's boat.

"Are you going to eat anything?" Mischa asked as he pushed around a slimey noodle with his fork, grimacing.

Noel hesitated before shaking his head.

"No, I'm not hungry."

That was a complete lie, and both Mischa and Noel knew it.

Mischa especially.

After their talk a few weeks ago, Mischa had kept an eye on Noel's every move. He memorized each of the hopeless romantic's excuses. When he truly wasn't hungry, he seemed to be more relaxed, while when he was hungry, he seemed more skittish and anxious.

And with how Noel was acting now, it was clear he wasn't not hungry. It was deeper than that.

It felt like an empty cave inside Noel's stomach was calling out to him for any food.

But he chose to ignore it, no matter how uncomfortable the pit felt.

He was almost hitting his goal, after all.

He weighed 105 pounds while his goal was 100, which made him severely underweight for a boy his age, but oh well.

It would all be worth it in the end.

Mischa furrowed his eyebrows as he grabbed his orange and forced it into Noel's hands.

"Eat."

The sight of the fruit made Noel's stomach rumble.

He looked over at Mischa, who was still staring at him.

"Is good for you. Eat it"

Noel bit his bottom lip as he stared at the fruit in his hands. He ran his pointer finger over the rough skin of the orange, grimacing at just the thought of eating it.

He could still feel Mischa's eyes burning into his skin, making him grow embarrassed.

A sense of dread filled Noel as he realized Mischa had given him his food. He gave part of his own meal to feed Noel, and the hopeless romantic would be a complete asshole just not to eat it. That would be rude.

So, with a heavy heart and hesitant mind, he began to unpeel the orange, hearing a satisfied hum leave Mischa. The citrus from the fruit coated his fingers and went inside the bloodied hangnails around Noel's nails, making him let out a quiet hiss.

He placed the rough skin of the orange onto the table and stared down at the fruit that glistened in the shitty cafeteria lighting. He felt his stomach rumble and grimaced.