{Trigger warning, Anorexia/Bulemia} It kind of hurt, sometimes that was. Forcing himself to flush the contents of his stomach down the toilet. He knew that there was the risk of death with what he planned to do. But he was going to become an Ana's Angel! He was Ana's and Mia's friend. He often wore things that were a bit big on him, just so that he wouldn't worry any of the others in the house, since he had become rather skinny from starving himself and throwing up. 'Eat to live, not live to eat.' He repeated that several times in his mind. He repeated everything over and over in his head, 'thinsperation' that's what everyone seemed to call it. He stood up, though, not without the help of the counter before he stared down at the toilet, flushing it and moving to the sink, rinsing out his mouth, spitting brown water back into it that soon went down the sink's drain. He coughed a few times and instantly flitted his eyes towards the door when it opened, his eyes connecting with there's. All he could do was to stay frozen in place, a wrist covering his mouth, the baggy sleeve hanging loosely on his arm. Dark eyes soon went blank. "What is it...?" He asked, turning his head back towards the mirror and running his hand under the water, messing with the part in his hair, making it seem like that was what he had been doing the whole time. {Anorexic/Bulemic!S. Korea (Im Yong Soo) xAnyone. Hoping for a China (Yao Wang) or Japan (Kiku Honda), but anyone is fine. Human AU, so, human names used please. I know, I'm probably going to get a lot of hate on this prompt for the topic, but you see, I don't give a fuck on the hate, it won't stop me from using my prompt. Thank you for reading if you did, if you don't like it, kindly and silently disconnect. Have A Good Day.}
[ I surely apologize if this is horrible! I haven't roleplayed as Japan, since my forum was deleted. .3. ] Kiku Honda looked in a bit of dismay towards /Im/ Yong Soo. "I'm sorry for intruding!-" said the Japanese nation, until he noticed the partial situation as he fixed his outfit lightly. "Wait.. I-I'm sorry to ask, but what're you doing, Yong-san?.." he asked, with a concerned look suddenly appearing onto his pale face, hoping to find a answer to the situation, though he understood it in the humble manner of himself.
"Ah-!" He squeaked, looking towards him, and flashing a grin. He didn't want anyone to worry over him after all. "I was just fixing my hair...." He lied, he felt bad about it, who wouldn't? But he knew that he had too, otherwise people would worry over him, and try to 'fix' him. And there was nothing wrong with him. And there was no reason to worry over the Korean, at least, as he thought. {It's alright~! ^^- I don't judge~}
Kiku's expression lightened a bit, believing the other. "Aright then." he said, with a small bow as he planned. "Once more, I'm sorry for intruding upon you. But, if you need anything just ret me know.." he said, with a small turn he exited the room, and into the parlor where he placed himself to sit down. Nihon shiftily looked around, with a satisfied smile he pulled out on of his favorite mangas, starting to browse over it.
Yong watched him leave then sighed a bit, 'be more careful' he reminded himself mentally, going to actually fix his hair, then stare at his face in the mirror. It had become pale, and his cheeks looked sunken and hollow, but not to the point of worry, though, much more and they may. He prodded at his face a bit before watching his hands, they were shaking, but he supposed the oversized clothes would hide that as he left the bathroom, darting over tot he living room, "What did you need by the way, da ze~?"
The Japanese representative quickly put the book down, looking up. "I was just checking, because you happened to be in there for quite a whire." he said, as his brown eyes scanned his old hakama kimono. Kiku worried about him faintly, but he just let it go but it still hung at the back of his conscious that something might've been disturbing, the other.
