Tw: Skipping a meal and wanting to skip meals, Body hate, self harm scars

Virgil began to take off his shirt so that he could take a shower but his reflection caught his eye. Yes he had gained weight and it wasn't even a lot but to him it was too much. Virgil frowned as he looked into the mirror. He wrapped his slim fingers around his arm, there wasn't any weight gain to his arms but he wasn't thin enough. Virgil looked at his stomach, he wasn't as thin as he was a few months ago. He felt disgusted with his body and he didn't want to see it anymore. Virgil put his shirt back on along with his hoodie and zipped it up. He could take a shower later.

Patton got home after work and smiled at Virgil as he entered the house. He ruffled his hand through Virgil's hair. "Your hair is all greasy," Patton commented.

Virgil stuffed his hands in his pockets, "Yeah, I'll clean it later."

Patton hugged him, "Alright. So what do you want for dinner?"

"I don't want dinner," Virgil replied.

Patton frowned, "Did you eat lunch?" Virgil wouldn't look at Patton and shook his head. The bubbly man took his hand and squeezed it, "I know it's not easy but you need to eat. Life will be so much better when you do. There's going to be hard moments where you don't want to but you have to anyways." Virgil locked eyes with him, ready to refuse to eat more but Patton was quicker to speak, "It may never be easy to eat normally but when you are better you'll be glad you didn't skip this meal. If you can't do it for yourself then do it for me. I don't want to loose you." Seeing Patton's caring eyes and his soft words gave Virgil the small bit more of encouragement that he needed.

He hated the idea that he was eating, especially after he had gained weight, but he was going to do it or at least try.

The next day Virgil went to take a shower but seeing his reflection again made him want to cover up his body until he couldn't breathe from the layers of clothing. But looking back to his messy hair and how gross he felt he knew he had to take a shower. Maybe I should just take an ice cold shower, Virgil thought. Deciding on that he got into the shower and put it at the coldest it could go. Feeling the freezing water against his boney body was awful. He felt so cold and he couldn't handle it. Virgil turned the knob the other way so that the water that came out was hot. Virgil smiled as the warm water hit his skin, it had been too long since he took a hot shower.

Virgil shivered when he got out, already missing the warmth. Virgil dried himself and got into clean clothes and put his hoodie over them.

Patton smiled when he got home and saw that Virgil had taken a shower, he was proud of him as he knew it was sometimes hard for the man because of his mental health. Patton noticed a small stain on his hoodie then noticed another one, "When was the last time you cleaned your jacket?"

Virgil shrugged, "Far too long ago."

"I can clean it for you," Patton offered.

Virgil shook his head, "And not wear a hoodie while it's being cleaned? I think not."

"You can wear one of my hoodies while I clean it."

Virgil hummed, it could be nice to wear one of his crush's hoodie, "Yeah okay."

Patton smiled at him and quickly went upstairs to get a hoodie. The hoodie he brought down was grey and had "Born to be real Not perfect" written on it. Virgil smiled at the hoodie then realized that he would have to take off his own jacket and reveal his scars if he wanted to put it on.

"Is something wrong?" Patton asked when he saw Virgil frown.

Virgil shook away his thoughts,"I'm just a little insecure about my, uh, my scars."

"I could turn around if that would make you more comfortable," Patton offered. Virgil nodded to tell Patton that he would appreciate that and so the man did turn. Virgil unzipped his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders then quickly pulled Patton's hoodie on. It was baggy on him and very soft. Virgil hugged himself and felt safe in the hoodie.

"Okay," Virgil said so that Patton knew that he could turn around.

Patton turned back and smiled at him, "Aw you're so cute."

Virgil looked down and there was a slight pink tint to his cheeks, "Am not."

"Yes you are!' Patton insisted.