L I O N H E A R T | Tronnor

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Troye sighed deeply and closed his eyes, carefully stepping up onto the one thing that haunted him the most: the scale. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he tried to calm his frantically beating heart. He took a deep breath before slowly opening his eyes and looking down at the numbers that would surely haunt his mind.

112

"Disgusting." Troye mumbled to himself, stepping off the scale and throwing on his oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants.

Well, Connor's sweatshirt and sweatpants.

Troye smiled softly to himself as he thought about his boyfriend. He exited the bathroom and collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. He had done nothing today, absolutely nothing, and yet his body felt like it couldn't function any longer. He closed his eyes tightly when his stomach growled, ignoring the hunger cramps before he did something he would most definitely regret later.

And he really didn't have the strength to spend a half hour kneeling in front of the toilet emptying the contents of his stomach. So eating was out of the question.

So he welcomed the sweet darkness of sleep and let his breaths even out.

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"Wake up, angel." A gentle voice cooed, a warm hand pressed firmly to the small of his back. He groaned loudly and moved closer to the voice that he knew all too well. He heard a quiet giggle and flinched when a kiss was pressed onto his forehead. "Stop being cute. You need to get up and eat dinner." Troye finally opened his eyes to look at the beautiful human being kneeling before him. Connor's eyes lit up when he saw the flash of blue and started pressing little kisses all over his face. "Look at those eyes." He praised.

Troye laughed weakly, hand reaching up to tangle itself into the soft hair on top of Connor's head. "I'm too tired to get up, Con." He whined and stuck his lips out slightly.

Connor raised an eyebrow and softly kissed the pout on his boyfriends face. "My poor baby." He jokingly cooed, eyes lighting up with a playful glint. "I guess I'll just have to carry you then."

"What-" Troye let out a squeal when he felt his body being lifted up. He quickly wound his arms around Connor's neck as the older boy wrapped his arms securely around his shoulders and lower back. "Connor, put me down."

Connor shook his head and made his way to the dining room, ignoring the weak protests coming out of Troye's mouth.

"I'm too heavy-"

"You're too light." Connor stated as he set Troye down on one of the chairs in the dining room. His eyebrows furrowed as he passed his hand over Troye's ribcage through his sweatshirt, only to have his hands pushed away.

"Stop that." Troye snapped, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the boy. "You know I hate it when you do that."

"I'm sorry, babe." Connor gently uncrossed his arms. "I'm just a little worried." His eyes scanned over Troye's gaunt cheeks and hungry eyes. "Have you lost weight?"

Troye froze and fought back tears. He shook his head firmly and stared at the floor. "You know I used to be smaller."

It's true. Troye's lowest weight was 106 until Connor walked in on him weighing himself one day. He told him everything and he had never seen Connor cry before that day. After he told him everything, he and Connor made a deal that he wouldn't go to the hospital if he ate more. Of course he agreed.

He'd do anything not to go back there.

Connor sighed sadly and nodded his head. "You're still beautiful." Connor muttered softly, pressing a soft kiss onto Troye's neck and burying his face there.

Troye smiled softly as he wrapped his arms around Connor's neck. "You're too good to me."

Connor shook his head. "I could be better." He spoke softly. Troye frowned and looked down at the boy. "If I was so good you'd believe me when I tell you you're beautiful."