Finally figured out how to spell his last name lmao
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In the early morning hours of the day, a figure stood at his mirror, analyzing himself. He tugged, tussled and moved his hair to try and find the way it looked the nicest. He patted his cheeks, to give him some more energy to greet the day.
He put on his corset to hide his stomach.
Sure, sometimes he goes a bit to far, but when you're in Pomefiore, having to live up to him... why wouldn't you?
It doesn't matter though. He thought. Dorm Leader Vil always points out whats wrong with me.
He put his uniform on, took a deep breath and opened his door softly. Early morning walks was something he liked the best. When no one was around and he could think to himself. As he crept down the halls, he couldn't help but notice that it was more eerily quiet than usual. Something was wrong.
But that didn't matter. It's not his problem. He walked out and followed the path he always did. Though, that eerie feeling followed. He knew something was around.
Lingering.
Watching.
After a while of walking, he stopped to rest and take some headache tablets. He sat at the bottom of a tree and dropped his head, the need for sleep overcoming him. Or maybe it was hunger. He didn't know, he didn't care. What was he going to do if it was hunger? Eat Something? He didn't want Vil to judge him more.
As he slipped into unconsciousness, he was lifted up by a figure who carried him to the hospital wing.
A few hours later he came to. His eyes fluttered open and he saw a familiar face. "D-dorm leader Vil..." He whispered out. His voice was raspy from the fact his throat was dried out.
Vil looked up from his book. "Y/n. What were you thinking? You haven't been attending meals and you're wearing a corset. You can't do that to yourself."
Y/n looked away, and let out a heavy sigh. He wasn't going to tell Him it was his fault. It hurt his heart. Vils eyes narrowed. "Y/n. Answer me. What where you thinking?" He demanded.
"I was thinking that I had to do it so you would like how I looked for once." Y/n hissed in annoyance. Vil opened his mouth to say something, then stopped and looked at the corset that was lying on the side table.
"You did to much. You went to far. It was stupid of you." Vil said, but continued when y/n just rolled his eyes, "from now on I'm going to be making sure you're eating alright. I will also be confiscating your corset until you're healthy again." He continued.
"Why bother doing this for me? I mean, as soon as I'm back to my previous weight you'll just insult me and I'll fall back into an old habit." y/n said. His tone was angry, but it had tones of sadness.
Vil huffed. "Well it's not my problem how you choose to take care of yourself. However, it now is. It's a matter of personal interest."
"Personal interest? What the hell does that mean?"
"You're an idiot."
"You're a priss."
Vil sighed, "come on, Y/n. Everyone knows you like me."
At those words, Y/n's cheeks flamed. He had confided in Rook, and only Rook. That means that Rook told Vil. "Well.. Maybe but that's not the issue."
Vil rolled his eyes, "just let me take care of you. You won't get better without my help."
Y/n sighed, knowing he wouldn't win. "Fine. But I want my corset back."
"Promise not to wear it?"
"I won't promise you anything."
Vil sighed but nodded. He placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and picked up the corset. "I'll take this to my room. You can pick it up after you finish your lunch." He stated as he walked out.
Y/n groaned but sat up. That's when he noticed a bouquet of flowers sitting in a vase. He picked up a note from the middle and opened it.
I'm sorry you've been struggling, but I'm going to help you. It's my fault you did this. I want you to love yourself again.
-Vil
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Oof that's done
Requests are open
