(Y/n)'s P.O.V:

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"Ugh. Today is already off to a horrible beginning." I mumble to myself. I stretch my arms far above my shoulders, and with a big yawn I whip my legs off the bed and onto the cold linoleum floors. The cold air in the Todoroki residence is ironic, considering the majority of quirks here revolve around flame.

Walking into the restroom, I glance at the mirror. The individual I see is not whom I used to be. My skin is rough and callous. The bags under my eyes grow darker with each passing day. My lips, chapped and faded. My eyes, changing from a once (e/c) to a multi-color storm. My hair, once (h/l) is falling out. Not to the degree of having bald patches, but definitely thin.

I take a breath, and continue on with my morning routine. I walk back into the bedroom and grab a fresh set of clothes. Black exercise leggings with a teal tank to compliment. I make my return to my bathroom to start a warm shower, and hop in.

In the shower is where I really let all my thoughts run wild. Everything that has happened thus far runs through my brain like a movie.

I drench my hair in the water. The warmth of it causes my face to flush, and I smile as I feel all the filth run off. I open my eyes, and grab my loofa. I pick up the chamomile-lavender scented body wash and lather it. As I lather the soap on my body, I start to take notice of how much it's changed. I set the sponge down, and run my hands across my shoulders, down to my breast, to my ribs, and finally, across my stomach. I can feel every bump of my ribs. My hips protrude sharply, unlike before. My collar bones remain prominent, and I can feel the deep notches in my shoulders. I reach up to my face and gasp.

It's so much skinnier than I had realized. I feel my face get hot, and a lump swell in my throat.

When did I stop caring?

Hot tears flow down my face and I sit down and let the now cold water hit my back. I fold my knees to my chest and rest my head on them. I close my eyes to the comforting sound of the water hitting the porcelain.

Shouto's P.O.V:

Almost six months has gone by. Everyday, I see (Y/n) go out for a run. She trains harder than I do. We talk often, but it's like she's closed herself off from me.

I sit on my plaid blue comforter. I run my hand against the soft, warm fabric. A small frown graces my face as I hear shuffling in the next room over. In (Y/n)'s room.

I listen to her footsteps shuffle across the linoleum. The stop putter patter of her feet as she walks back and forth to the bathroom and back. I'm comforted to know she is up and moving. A few minutes later, and I hear the shower turn on.

I stand up and change out of my night clothes. I discard them in the hamper, and change into a fresh pair of basketball shorts and a white tank. I stretch one last time, before heading downstairs for breakfast with Fiyumii and my Father.

I make it downstairs and I smell the sweet smell of crepes, and I feel my stomach softly growl. These last few months, it's just been me and Fiyumii eating in the mornings and during dinner. I've been worried about (Y/n)'s health. My father usually leaves for work early in the morning, so I don't worry for him. I wouldn't worry anyways, he's an estranged man.

I hum in appreciation as Fiyumii sets a fluffy stack of crepes with whipped cream in front of me. I notice hear that (Y/n) still hasn't came out of her room, and excuse myself from the table.

Walking up the stairs, I can still hear the shower running. Surly by now the water would be cold, why is the water still running?

I knock gently on her door, "(Y/n), are you okay?" I listen intently for an answer.

No response.

I narrow my multicolored eyes, as panic sets in.
"(Y/n), this isn't funny. Answer me, are you okay?"

I wait a moment longer. I listen for any sound of movement. I put my ear to the door.

Right as I do, it opens.
I see a really tired face looking back at me. Her eyes aren't the same color they used to be. The base of them are (E/c), which rainbow stripes stretching out of them. Her cheeks are shallow, and her bags under her eyes have gotten worse. I notice how her clothes fit her. Her lips, that were once plump and rose are now chapped and fading. Her hair that was once (h/c) and voluminous is now thin and wiry. I reach for her hand, and she pulls away.

"What do you want, Shouto." Her voice extends to my ears, and I hear her but I do not respond.

I didn't realize how bad it had gotten.
My eyes widen as I realize her eyes were slightly puffy. She had been crying.

"I...I just wanted to see if you were okay." I hear myself speak. And immediately wish I could kick myself in the rear. I sounded so pathetic and talked to her like she was gonna break.

"Im fine, leave me alone." I see her narrow her lips and she goes to close her door.

"(Y/n), wait.." I grab her hand before she can turn and close the door. I feel how small her hands are in my own, I feel how I can close my entire fist around her wrist. I furrow my brows and glance up at her. She's facing away from me, and her cheeks have taken on a faint red color. I notice her shoulders beneath her tank-top. I see how prominent they and her collar bones are now.

I open the door more so I can now fully face her. I guide her into her room, shutting the door behind me. I lead her to her bed, the soft lilac comforter is now beneath us.

"What's going on, (Y/n)? Is this on purpose?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Her voice is horse, and breaking. She's trying to keep from crying.

"Why? What's keeping you from coming to me for help? I'm here for you, I lov-"

"Stop, shouto. Don't say that. I don't deserve that. I haven't came to you or anyone else because I'm ashamed. No, this isn't on purpose. I just realized how bad I've gotten this morning. I just spend everyday training, or sleeping. I forget to eat sometimes. I'm okay though. I'll be okay." I see hot tears stream down her cheeks.

"Let me help you be okay. Let me love you. Please, I know this is a difficult situation we're in, but I promise we'll get through this on our own terms. Just let me in again, (Y/n)."

She looks me in the eyes. Her own were tear soaked, and puffy. Her lips lift into a small smile, and she embraces me in a hug.

"Okay...we can try."
Little did she know, that's all I wanted to hear.

Hey everyone, I just wanted to say if you're struggling with an ED or are ashamed of your body, you guys can reach out to me and we will try and talk about it. All of your bodies are absolutely beautiful, and every one of you deserve love. If you're every feeling in need of a good conversation, I will gladly listen and give advice as needed. Thank you guys so much for reading, I love each and every single one of you.

You're friendly Author, Electra.