“Do you know how pretty you are?”
WARNINGS: mentions of disordered eating, body image issues :3 enjoy!
As I stood silently infront of my mirror observing my figure, he walked in. He didnt say anything, im sure he didnt even see me. I continued silently flexing my stomach to make it look flatter, and sucking in my jaw to make the line sharper.
“Thats whats wrong with people these days.” he broke the silence, causing me to jump slightly.
“hm?” Satoru walked towards me and stopped just behind me, him being around a foot taller than me, he could see me in the mirror.
“They-… tend to make such beautiful girls think theyre any less than they are. With all these-… standards.” I stayed quiet, until i felt his lengthy fingers snake around my waist, pulling me backwards into him.
“Do you know how pretty you are, princess..?” Honestly right now I felt like anything but a princess… I continued my silence as his hands trailed up and down my sides, his distinct chuckle making my heart race.
“Well..? do you…?” He repeated, i didnt really know the answer to that. Because, sometimes i felt pretty. But.. sometimes i wanted to crawl into a hole and never be seen again.
I wasnt sure how to respond so I just shrugged. He sighed and walked away, was he upset with me…? My attachment issues wanted me to fall to my knees, crying and begging for his forgiveness, but the logical side of things told me to just shake it off.
Maybe he wasnt sure how to help.
“Have you had lunch?” He echoed through the house, getting louder as he re-approached my room.
“Mhm.” I hadnt, but I know he’d yell at me if he caught me skipping meals again.
“Dont lie, princess. That’s not cute.” damnit. He always knew when I was lying.. it was weird.
“Im not.” I sighed, turning around to face him. He had his dark, round sunglasses propped up on his head. He looked at me through those piercing blue eyes and quietly made his way towards me, cupping my face in his hands.
“Why?” he asked, to which I cocked my head sideways at him in confusion.
“Why do you do this to yourself…? Who made you think like this..?” He said quietly, his hands running through my hair. When I didnt answer his question he grabbed my face and slightly squeezed.
“Why are you so quiet today?”
“I-I dont know…” I, pathetically, answered. He sighed and unexpectedly hugged me, tight. I hugged him back and he… started sniffling…? Was the Satoru Gojo crying on me?
“Youre so.. beautiful.. and you dont see it… Yet you-… You hurt yourself a-and.. you just- youre gonna kill yourself some day doing that! A-And, it seems like you dont even care!” He cried, he didnt cry.. he just- wasnt a person who did that… yet, he was quite literally sobbing on me.
“Are you starving yourself?” his question was met with silence, he let go of me and took a step back.
“Answer me, damnit! I need to know! Are you fucking starving yourself, again?!” I felt tears welling up, i shook my head quietly.
“Stop lying to me!” He yelled, he didnt yell, ever. At least not at me. But.. he seemed really upset.
I whimpered quietly as he tightly gripped my shoulders, enough to send a painful jolt down my spine.
“You are going to stop with this nonsense! Do you hear me?! Do you fucking hear me, y/n?!” I nodded while tears started to trickle. Seeing this made his anger immediately subside. He hugged me tightly.
“Do you… know… how pretty you are…?”
