You have an eating disorder
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"(Y/N)," Bakugou's voice cut through the quiet apartment, sharp as a blade. "You haven't touched your food all day. What's wrong?"
His voice, usually a gruff bark, held a hint of concern that you couldn't ignore. You looked up, meeting his gaze. He wasn't angry, just worried.
"I'm... I'm just not hungry," you stammered, your voice small.
Kirishima, perched on the couch beside Bakugou, leaned forward. "Are you sure? You haven't been yourself lately, babe." His voice, always warm and gentle, was laced with worry.
You bit your lip, your stomach rumbling in response. You desperately wished you could tell them the truth, but the words wouldn't come.
"I'm fine," you lied, forcing a smile. "Just a bit tired, that's all."
Bakugou wasn't convinced. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze boring into you. He knew you, better than anyone, and he could tell something was wrong.
"Don't feed us that crap, (Y/N)," he growled, his voice losing its concern and turning into his usual gruffness. "You need to eat."
"But I'm not hungry," you insisted, your voice trembling.
Kirishima placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch warm and comforting. "Come on, (Y/N), talk to us. What's going on in your head?"
Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision. You couldn't hold it back any longer. You had to tell them.
"I... I have an eating disorder," you choked out, the words tumbling out like a torrent.
Bakugou fell silent, his eyes widening in surprise. Kirishima's hand squeezed your shoulder, his touch offering silent support.
"Oh, (Y/N)," Kirishima said softly, his voice filled with compassion. "We had no idea."
"Why didn't you tell us?" Bakugou asked, his voice gruff, but devoid of anger.
"I... I was scared," you admitted, tears streaming down your face. "I didn't want you to think I was weak."
Bakugou scoffed. "Weak? You, (Y/N)? You're the strongest person I know. You fight this battle every day, and you're still standing. That's not weak. That's brave."
Kirishima pulled you into a hug, his embrace warm and safe. "And we're here for you, every step of the way," he whispered. "We'll fight this together."
In that moment, a wave of relief washed over you. You weren't alone. You had them. And together, you knew you could face anything.
The days that followed were a rollercoaster. There were good days and bad days. Days when you felt strong and confident, and days when the darkness threatened to consume you. But through it all, Bakugou and Kirishima were your anchors. They supported you, encouraged you, and loved you unconditionally.
Bakugou would drag you out of bed in the morning, forcing you to eat breakfast even if you protested. He'd remind you of your strength, your worth, your beauty. Kirishima would hold you close when you cried, whispering words of encouragement and love. He'd bake you your favorite cookies, even though you'd insist you couldn't have them.
Slowly, gradually, things started to change. You started to see food not as your enemy, but as fuel for your body. You started to appreciate your curves, your strength, your resilience. You started to believe in yourself again.
One day, you were standing in front of the mirror, looking at your reflection. You saw a strong, beautiful woman who had overcome incredible challenges. You saw a woman who was worthy of love and happiness.
"I did it," you whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek. "I beat it."
The tear was a tear of joy. You had faced your demons and emerged victorious. And you had done it with the love and support of two amazing men.
You turned to see Bakugou and Kirishima standing behind you, their faces filled with pride and love.
"You damn right you did," Bakugou said, a gruff smile playing on his lips. "You should be proud of yourself."
"We are so proud of you, (Y/N)," Kirishima added, his voice thick with emotion. "You're an inspiration."
You smiled, a genuine smile that reached your eyes. You were finally free. Free from the chains of your eating disorder, free to live a happy and fulfilling life. And you knew, with all your heart, that you would never be alone again. You had Bakugou and kirishima.
The next few weeks were a blur. You were determined to keep moving forward, but the struggle was real. There were days when you felt like giving up, but the image of Bakugou and Kirishima's proud faces kept you going.
One particularly stressful day, you found yourself skipping meals altogether. The pressure of school and work was overwhelming, and you couldn't muster the energy to eat. By the time you finished your last task, you were feeling faint and dizzy. You tried to stand up, but your legs gave way, and you collapsed onto the floor.
"Help…" you screamed weakly.
Your vision blurred, and you slipped into unconsciousness.
When you woke up, you were in a hospital bed, Kirishima sitting beside you, his face etched with worry.
"(Y/N), thank goodness you're awake! You scared us half to death." You heard kirishima's voice from next to you.
"What happened?" You asked, weakly.
"Bakugou found you unconscious on the floor. You haven't eaten anything in days." Kirishima explained.
You felt ashamed, a wave of guilt washing over you. You had let them down.
"I'm so sorry. I know I messed up." You apologized.
"Hey, don't apologize. We just want you to be healthy. We're here for you, every step of the way." Kirishima said.
Suddenly bakugou enters the room,"You damn fool! Are you trying to scare us to death?"
"I'm so sorry, guys. I really didn't mean to worry the both of you."
"You think this is about being worried? This is about your health! You need to take care of yourself, (Y/N). You're important to us." Bakugou said.
His words were harsh, but they were laced with concern. You knew he cared about you deeply, even if he didn't always show it in the most conventional ways.
"I know, Bakugou. I'll try my best." You replied.
You spent the next few days in the hospital, receiving treatment and regaining your strength. Bakugou and Kirishima never left your side, showering you with love and support.
When you were finally discharged, you knew you had to make a change. You needed to do better for yourself and for them.
With their help, you started seeing a therapist and a nutritionist. You learned how to manage your stress and develop a healthy relationship with food. It wasn't easy, but you were determined to get better.
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