Tw: body hate, skipping meals

Patton was at work so Virgil was left alone with his thoughts. His mind was obsessing over what Roman had said about him yesterday. "Virgil is so thicc." It repeated in his head. It wouldn't stop. He knew that his metabolism had slown and so he would gain weight quicker but had he really gained that much? He thought maybe it was just body dysmorphia. Virgil took off his shirt and looked in the mirror. He pinched his stomach and sucked it in. All he saw was that he wasn't good enough. Virgil pulled out his phone and opened his photos. He scrolled up to his last body check. He knew how miserable he was at that point but he looked perfect to him. He was so thin, and to him at least on himself, that was beautiful. At the time he hadn't felt beautiful, he had only seen that he had more weight to loose. Virgil went downstairs and filled up a glass with ice cold water.

Virgil hadn't exercised apart from walking the dogs in awhile. But if he wanted to be thin he couldn't be lazy. And he wanted to be thin.

After exercising it was lunch time. Patton would want him to eat. But Patton wasn't there. Instead of eating Virgil took an ice cold shower then did digital art until Patton came home. By now he knew what time Patton made dinner at so while his boyfriend cooked he decided to walk the puppies.

Virgil stood outside of the house. He had his water bottle and he chugged as much water as he could. He felt sick from drinking so much water so fast and he was also tired from exercising without eating. However he walked in and smiled at Patton, who smiled back at him.

Virgil ate as much as he could but his stomach couldn't take much. He told Patton that he might've caught whatever Patton had because he felt too sick to eat. Patton of course immediately hugged him and told him to go to bed. Virgil did as he was told and a little bit later Patton came in and cuddled Virgil.