I've had this idea... for a long time. I had to look for this in my notes, in my journal.

I might not write this story, but I still really like it.

It's about a boy who has anorexia (an eating disorder)  who meets his new boss.
Nori, works to clean his house, to the tip top shape. He loves cleaning and reading but he hates eating, it's a problem for him, yet he cannot stop starving himself. Until he met Matthias, he is a 5 star chef and when Nori started to become more friendly with Matthias, he let the boy move in into an old guest bedroom.
When they start living together he starts to notice some off about him...
Enjoy, I guess

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I scrubbed at the floor in the bathroom, while I thought about what Matthias had asked me.
"Do you want to move in?" He said in his deep voice, he was tall and looked threatening, but he really was gentle sometimes.
Although, I've seen him work in the kitchen when he accidentally grabbed my house key instead of his. He seemed to be a completely different person and yelled at everyone.
"I'd be easier for you to work, and you won't have to pay for your house anymore. I will cut your pay a little, but you won't regret it. I promise" He said.

I knew he didn't like living alone. I knew that much about him, sometimes he brought in random women and men and people who didn't look like either a man or a woman, into his bedroom so he could have sex with them and cuddle with them for the rest of the night. When he didn't have anyone, he would ask me if I wanted a drink before I left. I always agreed, since he had such a powerful and threatening aura.
"Sure. I'll do it... although I do need to move a couple things and get some other things sold."
"Ah... I can help with that" He said with a warm smile washing away his scary presence, "thank you Nori"
He said he alwa liked my name. I learned that it was a kind of seaweed...
How ironic.
It'd been a week since that day. I still need to get rid of a couch but that was about it. I have most of my clothes and my toiletries and... my teddy bear.
Mr. Moo. I've had him ever since I was five. He's a little dirty and I've washed him as carefully as I could when I could but he's almost at his limit. I wouldn't be surprised if he just tore in half, but I would be sad.
I placed him on my bed always in the center and always under the sheets a little so he would be there waiting for me to come meet him. I started sleeping at his house yesterday. It was odd waking up to the strange environment.
I think I'll get used to it.
I heard Matthias come home. Was it already that late?
I walked out of his closet then his room to meet him. He was taking off his jacket so, I walked over when he was turned away and helped him. He didn't flinch since I did it so often.
"How was your day sir?"
He looked at me with a small tired smile, "ah, it- it was..."
Bad, it was bad for him. I filled in the space where he left it quiet.
"Want to talk about it?" I looked around for anyone else with him. He seemed to stop taking people over, a while ago but since I have as so used to it, I always expected someone to be here.
"No, I don't" His eyes traced me for a second. They lingered on my miss matched eyes. One blue the other green. I didn't really mind it yet he loved looking at them.
He also always fondled with my hair when he was drunk out of his mind. He said he loved how silver it was. My brown roots are showing, I should dye it again.
I smelled a small amount of alcohol on him. He wasn't shit faced but he wasn't sober either. I knew he was well in his way when his hands started touching my hair. I moved them away since I never liked people touching me.
"Are you hungry?" He asked with a small smile lingering on his lips, "I can make you something"
"You're drunk, I don't want you to burn yourself"
"Oh, come on, you're never eating front of me. I always love seeing people eat my food. Are you just self conscious? Don't worry, it's just me"
"No, I just don't want you to get hurt and loose money be of me" I said trying to avoid him forcing me to eat. He knew I was thin, but he didn't know I was just skin and bones underneath all the thick sweaters or jackets I always wear.
"You care about me" He smiled and laughed. He always seems so... comforting when he was drunk. When he's sober, he seems like he could slit my throat in the matter of seconds.
His tan skin clashed against my pale skin as I led him to his room. He touched my hair again while I dragged him to bed. Although, I made a mistake. I let my guard down, he hugged me. For the first time.
At first he was happy, but he started to get a little confused.
"Aren't you a little skinny?"
"Metabolism" I said trying to throw him off in his drunken state
"But this is too thin" He spun me around and stopped me so I was facing him
"You're drunk," He started to lift my shirt up, "don't try to undress me!" I slapped his hand away.
He stopped and realisation came over his face. He was beet red in an instant, "oh, I'm so sorry! I don't usually do that, I should have asked you. I know you don't like people touching you... ah, shit I'm sorry"
"It's fine. You were just... a little tipsy" I smiled at him a warm smile I rarely give. That seems to lighten his mood.
"If it happens again, then I want you to punch me in the face... or balls"
"I'm sure it won't" I really didn't want to punch him.
He layed down on his bed, saying apologies and other things for sure.
I walked over to my bedroom and layed down. I shouldn't hide this from him. It's selfish, and bad for business.

Oh, fuck me... I can't do this.
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Yep... I might not come back to this. But it's out there, I might do it but I don't really know.